#ism character study

[voidwritesstuff]

Desmond Wales. DAILY ROUTINE HEADCANNONS.

@fisheadz Requested me to write something for Desmond. Enjoy!

-Morning headcannons- "Ugh,who Turned on the sun?"

This Man. This poor,poor Man. He tries so hard,so hard to be a morning person. He really does try but he hates every second of it.

He has accidentally knocked his alarm clock off his desk. He also fumbles to find his glasses and in his feeling around always smudges the lenses. If hes really tired he wont even bother cleaning them and walk around with a weird blurry spot until he has to go to work and look presentable.

He Will get out of bed ,reluctantly,and walk to the kitchen dragging his feet. He sleeps with socks on. His circulation is not the best.

His breakfast is coffee (cream only), toasts. When he was with his wife (I cant for the life of me remeber her name) he ate the ocasional Bacon and eggs. He still does,if hes feeling like it. but its too much work and hes well aware hes slowly drifting into depression.

His toast has butter and sugar on it. He Will never admit It, being a health professional in a way, but he lives off of sugar and caffeine.

He Will make his breakfast, sit on his sofá and watch some sort of documental,reality show or something like that. He rarely watches the news,he doesnt want to wake up to awfulness every morning. (Hes specially avoidant of the news after his wife leaves him,and tonia passes)

Desmond takes half an hour,fourty minutes at most ,to eat breakfast. If he doesnt need to work,then he Will take an hour.

He goes to shower after,make sure he looks presentable and smells nice. He prepares his clothes ahead of time, im talking the night before.

Its worth saying he sleeps shirtless,only boxers and socks. Sometimes theyre mismatched. After his divorce the mistmatching happens more often.

He Will give his guitar a longing stare,hoping he can play some songs tonight when hes back. He usually comes too tired for it. But he still longs for it so much.

But after the shower he makes sure to Keep his beard in check (he trims it once a week) And makes himself another cup of coffee before going to his Office.

Mid-Morning. "Workin' nine to five,what a way to make a livin' "

He Will unlock his Office,and tale a deep breath of the stale air. He loves and hates his job,hes mentally preparing himself for today and whatever it is he has to put up with.

Only then he turns on the light, closes the door behind him and sits on his desk. He leaves the mug on the desk,and theres a ring of spilt coffee. He always covers it when people come over.

He shuffles his chair closer- every night when he leaves he tends to kinda kick it back when hes about to stand up. An annoying habit he cant break.

Then he begins to check his schedule,listen to his voicemail and organize his work and things he needs to do.

When his first few patients come in,its obvious hes still half awake, but most of the timed the patients dont take it personal. Hes so kind (and maybe a little old)

After each session he takes five minutes to rubb the sleep out of his eyes and clean his glasses that somehow manage to get dirty every single time.

Mid-Day- "Is a Salad enough of a lunch?".

He closes his Office for an hour. He doesnt like taking too long,he wants to dedícate most of his hours to people in need.

He is so lazy with making food with the excuse he has "little time". His wife used to help him and have a decent meal ready,but after the divorce he began to eat less healthy foods.

Lots of take out. Sometimes he would eat only a salad or a sandwich. It would leave him very hungry in the hours after. But he doesnt dare to Keep food in his Office,he doesnt want to seem unprofessional.

He also has some serious body image issues.

After his lunch he returns to work.

Afternoon- "Working hard,never hardly working"

Work👏alholic👏

He Will make himself yet another Cup of coffee. And that Will be his fuel for the rest of the day.

By the end of the afternoon his patients notice hes very,very tired,but somewhat happy.

He greets his patients with a smile,and bids them goodbye just the same way. Hes very welcoming,especially with those who never had therapy before,or New patients.

He doesnt notice It, but hes really charming.

When the late afternoon rolls in,when the sun begins to set,he closes up shop but stays for a good few hours with paperwork and schedules. Sometimes he stays too long- his wife would come get him sometimes but after the divorce he stays for a really long time.

Night- "Fly me to the moon,and let me play among the stars"

He comes home exhausted.

He Will make himself a quick dinner while jazz plays in the background. It helps him calm himself after so much of listening to other's problems.

He sings along under his breath. He had grown used to seeing his wife help him and smile at his singing. Hes got a nice voice.

Listens to ella fritzgerald, Louis Armstrong,Frank Sinatra and Many others. Once or twice he would pull his wife into a Waltz. Hes dorky,but he means well.

After that he would sit down on the sofa and eat watching documentals. Play videogames if he was in the mood.

When he comes home early and has a bit of spare time (rarely these days,given he spends too long at his Office to drown out his thoughts) he would sit and play the guitar. Tonia would sit by his side and purr,she loves his music.

He washes his dishes afterwards.

Then,showers.

He picks his clothes for the Next day,and he goes to sleep. Takes little time to fall asleep,always tired.

Rinse and repeat,rinse and repeat.

I hope you like these hcs! I had fun writing them.

[lesbianwithchainsaws]

Annie Edison is already one of the characters of all time and, if the writers hadn't kept trying to give her a romance with Jeff, she'd be even more the character of all time

[sarastuss]

҉ STUDY. SARASTUS / AZEM.

[apparitixns]

𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 ( 1 / ? ) ...

[youreavicioustrollop]

S2 E10: Merry Ex-Mas

giant christmas displays on houses! booooo

Bobby and Athena! <333 I love the way athena brings up the possibility of her and bobby living together!!! and then her followup, very casually saying that she's open to being more serious!! <3

wow, bad roommate buck! he was so Not a bad roommate at abby's place though... Interesting. maybe he just needs a Room.

EDDIE AND SHANNON EDDIE AND SHANNON!!!!! i laughed and then they laughed, lol!

kind of an awkward starting shot, then they're very adorable cuddling talking about Christopher, then it's like okay, UP, out of bed! afterglow over, please and thank you.

i was gonna say that abuela is SO perceptive and then i noticed two wine glasses, lolllllll. eddie why are you pulling out WINE - MIDDAY - to talk to your wife to figure things out. When you're at your own house!!! SIR.

man walking past the flashing lights in a factory - sir that's a BIG no-no.

Firefighter toy drive!!!! Yesssssssss! Shannon at the fire house! Buck and Chim overhearing what Shannon said!!!!! I am LAUGHING. oh nooooooo, TWO MONTHS is SO LONG. to hide things from christopher. i care so much about this storyline and the tiny little crumbs i'm getting are so.... they're not enough. he's saying it's not a transaction! she says that she thought it was a reconciliation! they don't have the answers, but he has the Power!

"i can forgive, i'm just not sure i can trust you" is SUCH a LINE. like it should/does give us an interesting insight into his psyche.

"when he's here i'm joyful, when he's not i'm lonely" awwww, athena. <3 and michael giving comforting advice!! i'm so glad i know they become THEE couple of this show, solid as a rock.

Hen!!!!!!!!!!! <333333

lol, close good friends buck and chim shopping for a tree, and buck wants to gossip about eddie and chim said Nope.

even if i didn't know this was doug, this would be WEIRD.

love that there's friction between buck and maddie based on a misunderstanding/assumption!

mistletoe drone is a Terrible idea for exactly this reason!

hmmmmmm, it's definitely Supposed to feel weird, right???

buck and eddie taking christopher to see Santa!!! lol, eddie bringing it up, asking why buck hasn't asked, agrees that it's not his business and then proceeds to tell buck about it. this being their first real friend moment is so fun. "it's not like you're breaking any commandments" LOL

lookit this Catholic Guilt eddie is struggling with :)))

"are we doing it for Christopher or for me?" GOOD QUESTION, EDDIE. IS THIS EVER ANSWERED?? DO I HAVE TO WAIT FOR EPISODES THAT LITERALLY HAVEN'T AIRED YET IN SEASON 8 FOR THE ANSWER??? fandom makes me think yes. which will be. SO FRUSTRATING if true!!!! ("sex complicates everything" i mean... is that all that your relationship with shannon is? that doesn't bode well.)

anyway, i love sounding board buck.

elf lady saying they have an adorable son after they've been having a conversation about eddie sleeping with shannon is So Funny though. the Irony!!!! and buck being So Flustered and not knowing what to say.... Incredible.

"Christmas wishes aren't like birthday wishes, you can say them out loud" what excellent parenting logic, eddie!!!! <33333

oh nooooooo soldier trying to reunite with his daughter on a bus and is then part of an accident!!!

"army?" "yeah" "nobody's perfect" that's incredible shade from the marine. i love him.

lol, did buck and eddie just fistbump across the marine changing? like okay guys, it's not really about y'all, but Okay. do love that buck knows he's gonna cry. of COURSE those videos always get to him.

oh, and thank you for the pan over, it didn't properly clock with me how it would tie into eddie's storyline until it did. oops, i could've been paying better attention.

BOBBY ATHENA PROPOSAL IS SO CUTE!!!! SHE HAS TO CUT HIM OFF TO SAY YES. my goodness i love them <3333 "just put the damn ring on my finger" yesssss. This is one of my favorite things about Athena - her love for bobby. possibly beaten only by her bestie-ism and support of hen.

"i brought christmas and congratulations" i love Buck.

chinese food and die hard is such a great gift for someone who hasn't been in a christmas-y spirit. Chimney is the Best. also - her telling Chim about it when she hasn't told buck about it. they're so cute. they're so good for each other.

maddie flashback includes a christmas card from buck! doug reveal!!! doug stole Chimney's wallet!!! I bet he saw buck talking to him at the christmas tree place! I'd always wondered how doug got to/knew chimney, since no one ever spelled it out in fics. VERY manipulative. absolutely showcasing how conniving and sneaky and manipulative abusers can be. neither maddie or chimney or even buck did anything wrong and he still found her!

[adrowningpoet]

“He is the type of man who does not allow words of life to stall in the back of his throat until they grow dry of meaning.

Men like him can see the lack of kind and loving words that travel in and out of mouths daily.

Therefore, he is overly expressive, consistent at compliments, overflowing with affection on purpose.

He is only trying to create a little balance in this world by being the type of man many women don’t get a taste of.”

“Can’t you see that?”

Excerpt from, HIM by Pierre Jeanty

[dethrite]

#DETHRITE is an independent, private, and selective role-play blog based on the fictional character 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 of the franchise 𝖣𝖱𝖠𝖦𝖮𝖭 𝖠𝖦𝖤: 𝑉𝐸𝐼𝐿𝐺𝑈𝐴𝑅𝐷. expect canon divergence as mun's lore knowledge is limited. malikai, me, is  21+. themes of death, thanatophobia, horror, occult, necromancy &. murder will be referenced. please read rules before interacting !

      𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 • 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 • 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 • 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 • 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒

[theiinkwiitch]

Tag Dump!: Carol The Ink Witch!

[ofthesepulchre]

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

Montparnasse jolted awake, chest heaving and sweat soaking his fringe so that the hair plastered itself to his forehead. In the darkness, his eyes struggled to adjust, searching around for a source of light as a reference of his surroundings. His hands reached up to push the hair out of his eyes, grasping to have something to hold onto while he stilled his hurried breathing. The cell was empty, just as it was before. His eyes had finally adjusted to the dark when he gazed around at the lonely grey stone, a single blue-white square on the wall opposite of him assuring him that there truly was a world outside the walls of the La Force.

“Just a few days, just a little vacation. You like that, don’t you?” Claquesous had mocked, laughing behind the mask as he- unlike Montparnasse- had disappeared into the night. The youth had often felt resentment towards the older man, but now it had grown into a dark hatred- imagine leaving one of your own there to be shackled and imprisoned? The betrayal felt sour, though Montparnasse had always had a sense that the masked one had no intention of staying loyal- no matter how much he bet his childish whims on it. He clenched his jaw- imagined himself sinking his knife into what he thought was flesh - though some part of him was still convinced he would stab into pure air instead. It was not the first time he had ended up here.

Montparnasse had spent many a day of his life within these walls, awaiting the release that would eventually come once one of his patrons had heard the news and managed to send a letter- assuring that he was just a wayward youth- he would improve and “oh you mustn’t be so cruel to him!”

A wayward youth- corrupted. After all, was he not just that? Was he not just a lazy idler, a beast of burden in the team of Hell, as the old man once had told him? The speech had lingered for longer than Montparnasse had thought it would, the words burnt into his head that he will enter young and rosy- yet come out broken bent and wrinkled - his vain desires for finery and luxury creating a path he was unlikely to break out of if he did not address the desires for idleness and comfort. “The hardest of all work is thieving.”

What did he know of that, anyway? Besides, Montparnasse’s desire for finery was only the product of yearning for what he had never had, the thrill of doing what was undesirable- an act of rebellion against a world that had cast him as unwanted. After all, he had never known his father, hardly knew his mother. Perhaps that is where it had gone wrong? It was never of his own doing that he had become this way, he had argued to himself- no, it must be the world that was wrong. Or perhaps he was wrong himself- though he found that his own philosophy of idleness had worked far better than anything he had been told by any priest. No, the resentment of the hypocrisy of the church fuelled him more than anything else. He fed into each of the seven heads of the sinful beast that resided within him, rebelling against the rigid systems that had decided for him how and what he should be.

Montparnasse held no conscience that came to gnaw on his roots, saw no fault within himself, rather felt the fiery burning passion of hatred and resentment that had been sown by the seeds of his position grow into vines that twisted and bound themselves to him. All his acts of rebellion were justified, for they were acts upon which he showed himself as Lucifer speaking up against a God that never truly loved him. His eyes cast up at the fine light shining in from the moonlight. His lips had curled into a snarl following his train of thought and his brows had furrowed.

Now he sat there, much like a sour child, gazing hatefully at the light which in his mind represented the higher power that had obviously cast him here.He had fallen. He had fallen yet he welcomed the fall, for it was his own doing- and Montparnasse always had control- he always had the upper hand (so he believed), so they could take their words and their rituals and shove them up where the sun didn’t shine. The shackles placed on his wrists before he was tossed into the cell had reminded him of the imprisonment that was him inside his own mind, trapped in the labyrinths of thoughts and consciousness. He was writhing and fighting against the shackles placed there by the morality and the consequences of his fall into idleness, the morality that held him in place and was there to make him compliant. He had rebelled against it- fought against the shackles and broken free- it was his own doing! All he did was himself, and nothing else - the choices made were for him- and him only. A virus preying upon society.

If they wanted him to be this- had branded him to be this- so be it. He knew that he would be back again - no matter how many times they tossed him in. The sound of footsteps broke him out the rush of resentment that had imprisoned his mind, and Montparnasse averted his gaze to the door. A rustling of keys, keys entering the lock, turning - and the door opened. One of the prison guards with the sour face of a man who’d clearly never known the pleasures of flesh unless it was paid for under the table looked at him for a second.

“They are letting you out. Again.”

A smirk broke out on the youth’s face. The cogs began moving again, churning, turn⁷ing, watching Montparnasse leave the prison with easy steps, sauntering down to the sewers with the moonlight tracing the brim of his hat. Something that Claquesous once had said to him echoed within his mind, lines from something he never had read himself, though the words had burned into his consciousness: “And, when night darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.”

[voidwritesstuff]

Long Way To The Truth

Cw:misgendering (accidental).

Summary: Lucas makes it to Colorado and helps a young kid with their identity.

->chapter 4: Colorado.

By Next morning he was already in Colorado, as he has breakfast in a small cafeteria, he thinks back on last night. In hindsight,he feels like he just pulled a Wheeler and acted as the guidance counselor of three 20 Year olds. And it didnt bother him one bit.

For lunch, he stops at a small family owned restaurant. Its really quaint with its ochre colored walls, the plants growing from the pots placed infront of the blue framed Windows.

He steps through the double Doors made of some dark brown wood, and the smell of spicy,home made food greets him. He relaxes a little, Rolling Back one of his shoulders instintctually to then take off his army baseball cap.

As he joins the line,he sees a young kid going out to take the trash that Belongs to the stablishment. They have long dyed purple hair in box braids, tied up by a yellow and white bandana, they drag the heavy trash bag as they walk down one of the back area halls, the door to said Hall is Open which is why Lucas can see the kid.

--Thanks son!--Says a male voice from the kitchen. The kid seems to scowl and mutter something under their breath before resuming their walk.

Lucas orders once its his turn, as he eats hes contempt to watch the news since hes written down his entry of the day during breakfast. The news show how in a few months,a New ship was going to be comissioned by Mayer, the SS Thanatos.

"Kind of an edgy name,isnt it " he thinks,munching down on his chili. The spiciness of it all Burning his tongue,but he doesnt seem to care." Though, its interesting,why would mayer comission a New ship? What are they bringing?".

Hes quick to Scribble down his thoughts on his Journal in a small spot between his Many little doodles he had done during a particular terrible traffic jam on the way here.

--Ive told him so Many fucking times-- he hears the kid from before say-- its not- its not son,goddamnit-- Lucas perks up at the voice,filled with anger and sadness. Theres this look in their eyes of feeling misunderstood.

He watches them walk away and outside the restaurant through that Hall they went down earlier. Theres a slight suspicion in his mind as to what the kids discontent had to do with, bit he knows its none of his business.

"This ain't a song for the broken-hearted

No silent prayer for the faith-departed

I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd

You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud"

As the News didnt show anything interesting after a while, the owner changed the channel to MTV. Where Bon jovi's "its my life" was playing.

Lucas drums along to the rythm of the song as he walks out of the restaurant. He gets approached by the owner of the restaurant,tall,dark skin and warm brown eyes, he looks worried.

--Hey,Sir. Excuse me- have you seen my son? His-their name is Juniper-- he asked,cleaning his sweaty hands on his apron-- about yay high,purple hair?

It takes him a moment to pinpoint the kid as he puts on his army baseball cap-- uh yeah, why?

--Hes been missing and he hasnt been replying to my calls-- he explains-- he seemed a little annoyed and I wanted to ask him where he was

Always the Smart one, the ex soldier nodds-- yeah,saw 'im by the parkin' lot-- he replied ,gesturing to the opposite side of where the kid had actually gone. The Dad runs away in a panic, and he takes that opportunity to go the actual way the kid left.

He knows he shouldnt have lied,but from experience he knew that sometimes parents would make things worse. And it looks like Wheeler rubbed off of on him because hes on his way to adopt yet another child.

Now that the owner wasnt there,nobody paid him any attention as he snuck into the Hall that the kid left through, it leads down an empty sort of backyard. Theres a small half broken concrete wall that seemed to be the wall that acted as a barrier to a previous,smaller, Back yard and the outside world.

Through the cracks and missing chunks of the wall,he can spot a set of purple hair blowing in the passing breeze. He sighs inwardly and tries to channel Wheeler as he leans on the Fallen wall and says.

--Yer dad's lookin' for ya

The kid gets startled, throwing a small pebble sized Chunk of Fallen wall towards him. He barely ducks out of the way and adds-- nice aim

--Who are you and what do you want?--The kid asks, pressing their knees against their chest. Their locks fall to cover half of their face since the bandana is no longer restricting them.

--'m the guy who told yer dad to go the other way so he didnt piss you off further

The kid looks at him and then looks away, growling-- good. I wouldve ripped his face off.

--Can I at least ask whats pissin' you off before I leave you alone? You look like yer either gonna hurl a piece of debrie at yer old Man or break down cryin'

--You wouldnt get it-- they reply,looking away

--kid, you'd be surprised at the ammount of shit ive seen. Try me

The kid sighs loudly and gets ready to throw another pebble sized chunk. But its not at Lucas, he throws it at a nearby tree stumpt And misses it by an INCH.

--So...so i dont really feel like a boy,or- or a girl-- they start, grabbing another pebble-- I asked my folks recently if they could use well- gender neutral words for me- but they Keep forgetting, especially my dad

"It's my life, it's now or never

I ain't gonna live forever

I just want to live while I'm alive"

God,how loud was the TV? He could hear it all the way from here.

Lucas nodds,folding his arms over his chest-- n 'm guessing thats what pissed you off?

They nodd-- its not that hard-- They followed up-- and it hurts when they dont do it- I call 'em ma and pa but they cant use the words I like?

--I get that kiddo-- he replied,looking at the tree stumpt,littered with previous atrempts of hitting it. His eyes narrow as he calculates the distance between them and the stumpt.-- parents can take a while to accept New things 'bout their kids

--How would you know?--his companion asked, throwing the pebble and missing,again,by an inch.

--well,kid-- the ex soldier grabs a pebble and throws it at the stumpt, hitting it dead in the middle--im Bisexual,and a soldier with PTSD,from a family of soldiers who also had....issues . So I'd get it

When the kid sees Lucas hit the stumpt,they look up at him and ask-- HOW DID YOU DO THAT?

he chuckled-- permission to approach?

--Uh,permission granted--They followed along with the joke,a small excited smile.

Lucas sits with them and grabs another pebble,handing it over. Now up close he can see that their eyes are puffy and a little red,and he softens his gaze-- keep your pulse steady-- he starts,showing them how to fix their aim.

His companion tries again and they hit the stumpt dead in the centre. They look all happy and they smile wide.

--Yknow,your old Man worried about you. Even corrected himself when he messed up your pronouns. -- the ex soldier added as the kid tried again.

--did...did he?--They ask,Setting down the pebble.

--Yup, do you go by juniper?

They nodd enthusiastically-- he even remembered my name?

--Yeah

Juniper smiled and stood up, all happy and with a Pep in their step. Lucas noticed the bon jovi black shirt and raised an eyebrow internally. They tie their yellow and white bandana around their purple hair and dust off their black shirt, they flap their hands a little.

--'m gonna talk to him-- they said,walking past Lucas.

--Hey kid, just one thing. Tell yer dad that it makes you feel bad when he doesnt use the right words. Otherwise he wouldntve known I think, but also know that not all parents Will understand New things

The kid puts their hands inside their pockets-- and what If he doesnt understand?

--Well...-- he trails off and points to the air,as if hes pointing at the music hanging on the breeze.

"It's my life

My heart is like the open highway

Like Frankie said I did it my way

I just wanna live while I'm alive

It's my life"

--I dont like the idea of my dad not understanding though-- Juniper adds, looking a little concerned. Their eyes go to the entrance of the Hall that they came out of.

--i understand but ive realized that well, if it makes you happy then its worth it. Parents be damned-- Lucas stands up,holding Back a wince as his back stings a little. But he manages and leans on the wall-- hell,im drivin' all the way from Florida to Washington

--Why would you do that?--his companion asked-- thats kinda weird --Theres a brief silence and they add-- right,because it makes you happy

--'m tellin' you this cuz when I was your age,I wouldve liked to know that i dont--he makes a pause,hands going to the dogtags around his neck-- that I dont need other peoples approval to be enough.

Juniper nodds,to then perk up as they hear their dad calling out for them-- thanks -- they reply, glancing Back at the ex soldier-- hey by the way,if you go all around over there-- he points at to where Lucas' Back is facing-- youll come out the other way. Just so my dad doesnt think anything weird if he sees you with me

He nodds-- ten four,much obliged-- he tips the visor of his cap like a cowboy would, making the kid laugh at his slight weirdness before leaving for the restaurant.

Lucas goes back to his van through the way the kid told him, and just as he hops into his vehicle, through the outside mirror he sees Juniper and their dad talking. The kid seems dead serious as they talk to their old Man,who nodds and gives them a big hug.

--There we go,happy thoughts kid-- he mutters,seeing a little of his past in the way the father and the kid hug things out. Whenever he would get into dumb arguments with Wheeler,they'd talk it out and hug it out.

He clears his throat,Trying to not get sappy this early in the day,and so he continued his merry way through Colorado.

Switching the radio on, he hears.

"This is for the ones who stood their ground

It's for Tommy and Gina who never backed down

Tomorrow's getting harder, make no mistake

Luck, it ain't enough, you've got to make your own breaks"

But as he drives he notices something in the rearview mirror,a black SUV following along a few cars away. He squints and decides to take an alternative Route he had mapped for ocassions like this.

Thankfully,he does lose them and by nightfall, he stays on a small inconspicuous motel on the outskirts of the state of Utah. Keeping an eye out on his van and resting in between watches

[carpeomnes]

tag drop

[sarastuss]

i freaking love logging into tumblr, &. seeing my mutuals post about their characters. like this IS the good food

[apparitixns]

𝓵𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼 ; the rusting of a childhood playground that is no longer used, the silence that weighs on your shoulders when waiting for your mother’s approval, dropping everything to help somebody else even though no one would do the same for you, the warmth of a teacup filled to the brim with black tea, and a black cat curling its back in anticipation .

FULL NAME. lily evans.

AGE. twenty-three.

DATE OF BIRTH.  01/30.

BLOOD STATUS.  muggleborn.

ALIGNMENT. order of the phoenix.

HOGWARTS HOUSE. gryffindor.

OCCUPATION. potionsmaker at the apothecary in diagon alley.

PATRONUS: doe

IT  IS WHEN YOU TURN NINE YEARS OLD DO YOU FIRST FEEL HEARTBREAK .   your  father  told  you  his  first  lie  ,  you  had  asked  him why your older sister no longer plays with you outside and he states that it is because she  has gotten busy with her studies .    what  he  should  have  said  to lily was that petunia was jealous , and hateful and would never fully understand lily [and by extension , the magic that lily now wielded as it was a part of her now] even though they've always been best friends  -  that  the days spent on the playset outside were long gone and they’d only see each other in passing as if they were two strangers. the dark seed was planted out of jealousy with lily’s new strange friend, then it turned into hatred when she witnessed lily turn a fallen leaf into a flower in seconds from her standing guard on the porch far away from the two wixen children . there was no time for explanation or argument, just an absence that was felt in the younger witch even years later.    every parent’s dream is for their child to find and love the person they grow to be. yet , the wixen world was never welcomed into the muggleborn’s house . one argument was to keep the peace on the holidays and the other is we’ll never be a part of it anyway. it stung to see her mother cling to petunia’s side , sympathizing with her sister’s loss yet always having to remind them both that she was right there still. she was the very same lily evans now , even with her hogwarts letter laid in the trash .

the love that lily evans holds is fierce and all consuming , much to the fact that there was often times she never had no person to receive it with open arms. it's etched into her very being - and with the same drawn sword, fury can be invited with the very same sheer strength.

lily evans had always felt something missing in her life as she grew into a young child . she loved her family with every stitch in her body , but it was the type of loving that was sacrificing as there was a missing piece to make her feel whole. then came severus snape , the rather peculiar child who had lived only several houses down the street from hers yet when their eyes met for the first time - they felt strangely familiar . at first , it was two children innocently playing on the streets but it had been petunia that warned lily on multiple occasions that the boy was strange and that lily shouldn't involve herself in his strange antics. so petunia still watched lily from afar as the two children spent afternoons in the yard of the evans' home , and she never showed up again when the boy turned over to lily and was able to levitate a small pebble from the ground .

the stories made sense after some time but it was a lovely pretend - until an snowy owl perched itself on the windowsill of lily's bedroom with parchment tagged to its right leg . lily  was  no  person  of  particular  valor  ,  but  she  certainly  had  the  heart  and  the  drive  to  excel with  pure  intention .  a piece  of  clay  to  be  shaped  into  something  that is  perfect ,  they  say  ,  and never mind that her parents had no knowledge  on  the  magical  . and  so  the  the  two  parents  realize  that  they  must  send  their  daughter  to  hogwarts [ despite the pleas of a certain petunia ]  ,  a  place  they  are  told  that  lies  somewhere  far , hugged by a large body of water and forest on the other side . maybe lily would come home at the end of the year and be her normal self once more .

the first year immersed into the wizarding world proved that lily was strong - she was a tough shell to crack , mostly only staying quiet as she had very little knowledge of how to navigate the halls of hogwarts or conversations with other wixen . the only familiar being at her side at almost every waking moment was breone ; the orange cat that was gifted to her and it almost seemed like it carried all of her anxiety . the sorting hat rests on her head for only three seconds , the silence is only deafening to her [ she's heard whispers on the train from other first years of their desires , and does she hold a strong desire to be picked into a house that is good ] , and it screams gryffindor. such determination and resilience shouldn’t be wasted within the barriers of what’s the normal for someone like her. to be the only known wizarding person in her family ; there is some room for being unordinary.

lily soon began to flourish as she met others like her . those who were only familiar with the muggle world but somehow felt more comfortable with the magical . life couldn’t  get  any  better  :  for  once , lily  was entirely free  to  do  whatever  she  wanted  and  find  some  peace  in  why  she  had  always  felt  so  fractured  as a child . but  the  facade  breaks  unevenly as she matures and the politics of the wizarding world becomes unavoidable .

to be muggleborn had always been felt by lily ; at first , by herself and then it sorely became a spectacle for others . she navigates the world as beautifully and gracefully as she can - landing much attention from a horace slughorn , who was brimmed with awe at her ability to read the text of the potions books and produce near-perfect results . potions reminded lily of the mudpies she'd create with her old sister when it rained outside , so of course she'd be a natural .

now she is no longer protected by the walls of hogwarts . she is on her own , in some shoddy flat that had two roommates as she works at the apothecary shop in diagon alley . she could have reached for more , but her classmates could often rely on their parents to provide for them while they did apprenticeships at the ministry of magic as they trained for their jobs [ minimally compensated ] and maybe lily evans would be able to save up for such an opportunity but for now , she absolutely adored her work behind the cauldron most evenings and her mornings spent apparating to forests and abandoned fields for ingredients instead of using the ones provided to her by the shop . most of her stock were sold in small portions by the shop , but the others - she'd pocket . everyone seemed to alway focus on learning defensive charms for war, but never realized the aid that could be only provided by brewing potions .

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you can tell liz's mood for the day by what color scrubs she wears to work. they usually range from pink, lavender, blue, and a mint green -- but if she's pissed she wears either navy or black.

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The scar on her chest a story and tragedy that brings with it a reminder of hard times and survival.

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