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[justasimblr]

Rosemary's pregancy is dragging on but she has entered her final trimester. Miles has taken up going for a jog before classes in the morning.

[rosesandmary]

im still so mad about candace bro 😭 why is she so LIGHTT and why is her name CANDACE it wouldve been so easy to name her kandake or something similar not the literal whitest name ive ever heard

[greenelectricsky]

First day of Cats 1998 Anniversary Celebration! I'm so happy! Today prompt: favourite actor.

And after first excitment I'm sad now. I don't have a fav! I don't know them personally, so I can't say "That one I like, that one don't". I love all of those wonderfull people, because they changed my life. Because of their hard, unusual work they together created somethin amazing, something... well, lifechanging. So, I want to say "Thank you! You are the best! I love you!" to all of them!

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[queersrus]

request for cottagecore + sad-ish? id pack? please + thanks!

here's my attempt!

assuming id pack includes more than just the usual npts i'll throw in a few cottagecore and sad related labels i found

(nick)names:

ambrose, amos, ansel, acacia, ada, adelaide, arwin/arwen, ava, avery/averie, aviva, amaranth, able, arbor, art, arty/artie, asher, ainsley, acheron, adalia brandy/brandi, branwen, billie/billy, bryony, bill, banner, booker, bram

barley, brion, brian, bryce chloris, chandra, cyrene, cayenne, cade, clyde, chester, cliff denna, diana/dianna, diona, donna/dona, derby, dallas, danica, daphne, dixie, dawn, dylan

edmund, elenore, elodie, eudora, elenore/eleanor, ebony, erica, eila, eira, eve, eithne, everlee, elize, eliza, elizabeth, everlyn, elwood, emerson, elowen finnegan, freddy/freddie, frederick, fallin/fallon, florance/florence

fable, frank, frankie/franky, franklin/franklyn, faine, filbert, finneas ginny/ginnie, gale, georgia, george, georgina, granger halcyone, hana/hanna/hannah, harriet, harry, hayley/hailie/hailey, halie/hallie, heather, harlowe/harlow, harrow, hadar, hawl, hayes,

huck, holden, huso ilana, illiana/iliana, ingrid, ivory jane, janet/janette, jesse/jessie, josie, jose, jack, jackie, jackson kingston, kodi/kodie, kodiak, kylan

lupin, lian, liana/lianna, liane/lianne, linc, linden, lyle, lucius maisie, matilda, maude, mabel, merle, marin, mica/mika, mason/macon, martin, miller, miles nellie, nyssa, ned, nick, ness

opholia, oliver, olive, olivia, oleander, odell, oriel, oscar paisley, poppy, posie, phineas, parker rose, rosemary/rosemarie, rosy/rosie, rory, rosette, rosetta, rue, rosabel/rosabell/rosabelle, rosa, rosabela/rosabella, rosella, rosaria,

rosario, rob, robert, ray, reed, ridge, ryland, rowan, roan shiloh, sharon, scarlet/scarlett/skarlett, sam, samantha, samuel, sunny/sunnie, sawyer, shaw, shay, steve, stevie, stevia, sorell/sorrell, seb, sebby/sebbie, sebastian, saddie/sadie, sade

theodore, theo, tori, toria, tamie/tammie, tawny, terra, timber, tim, timothy, tanner, teddy/teddie, trevis/travis, trevor, tyler, tristan/tristin, tristah/trista, trystia verginia, vicky/vickie, victor, victoria, viola, violet/violette,

violeta/violetta, valerian, vernon winnie, willa, winston, winifred, winslow, will, william, willow, wade, wagner, warren, watts, watson, wilhelmina yvonne, yves zephyr/zephyre, zara, zinnia, zion

surnames:

appleyard, ashton, ashwood baker, brookstone, butterfield catkin, cobbler, cooper, copper, copperwood, copperfield, crestfallen dogwood, direwood, direbrook, direfield, desperfield, downyard

doleman fenlon, falkner, forlorn greenwood, greenfield, golding, goldwood, goldfield, griefman, griefwood, gardner

hilbrook, holbrook, heath, horsewood, horsefield, hawksley, harrowing, hawkswood, hawthorne, hawkner, hawkfield, holloway, hallowood

larken, limewood, lockhart, lovejoy mourner, mournwright, mournman nettleship

plowman, penrose, penwright redbrook, rosedale, redwood, rosewood, redfield summerfield, sweetnam, seawright, sorrowfield, sorrowbrook, shamewood, shamewright

thacker, thatcher westfield, wainwright, write/wright, wagonwright, woodsman, wyrmwood/wormwood, winterwood, winterrose, wretchwood, wretchman

system names:

the cottagecore *system, the sorrowful system, the melancholic cottage system, the mourning flowerbed system, the gloomy garden system, the tearful system, the harvest system

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ci/cotte/cottagy/cottagine/cottageself hi/he/hy/harvestine/harvestself gi/garde/gardy/gardine/gardenself si/sade/sady/sadine/sadself si/sorre/sorry/sorrowine/sorrowself mi/me/mely/melancholine/melancholyself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

co/cottager/cottagers/cottagerself ho/harvester/harvesters/harvesterself go/gardener/gardeners/gardenerself so/sader/sadders/sadderself so/sorrower/sorrowers/sorrowerself mo/melancholer/melancholers/melancholerself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

co/cottage, cott/age, cot/cottage, cot/tage, cottage/cottages, cottage/core har/vest, ha/harvest, harv/est, harvest/harvests gar/den, gar/garden, garden/gardens, garden/core farm/core sa/sad, sad/sads, sa/ad, sad/sadden, so/sorrow, sor/row, sorr/ow, sorrow/sorrows, sorrow/sorrowful mel/melancholy, mel/ancholy, melan/choly, melancholy/melancholies, melancholy/melchancholic

titles:

the weeping gardener, the mourning farmer, the sad cottage dweller, the melancholic planter, the sorrowful woodsman

**one who lives a sad cottage life, one who mourns within ones cottage, one who weeps amongst ones gardens, one who copes with sadness through cottage life

book titles:

the sad little cottage, a melancholic villager, the weeping willows, the mourning garden, the sorrows of an old cottage, a pitiful harvest

genders:

buncottagecoric(link),

cottagegoric(link), cafdreamian(link), cottagecrittean(link), cottagecoric(link), Cálidatierramielgender(link)

epuisetristic(link)

gendersob(link)

Sadnostacatgender(link)

orientations: (n/a)

other:

cottagecore bpd(link)

many can be found by searching cottagecore genders/mogai/liom as well, there are many versions of cottagecore flags especially for lgbt related labels so they should not be hard to find if you feel like looking!

*system can be replaced with any alternative (ex. cluster, collective, hoard/horde, etc)

**one can be replaced with any prn

[thesalemwitchtries]

Dreaming Of a Grave: Chapter Three

Word Count: 3,284

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Named! Fem! Enhanced! Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries sustained through physical assault (no implication of sexual assault at all, so maybe goons beat reader up in her apartment, but they weren't total pricks about it?), imagery/description of injury- metaphorical, distrust of police/government, Catholic Guilt written by an actual Catholic, so yk... its like organic or something, overuse of the series comma, thoughts of violence, Matt being so close to understanding Claire's points about personal safety.

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Thank you so much for reading! Any comments or feedback are much appreciated!

It wasn’t often that Matt had cause to doubt his abilities, but arriving at Tully’s apartment building had left him unsure if he’d be able to pick out the workmen amongst all of the other… possibilities. The first two floors were a mix of junkies and vacated apartments formerly owned by junkies, and each level after got cleaner. 

Still, aside from the few apartments that seemed to have taken Tully’s deal, the building was full of families and people. On the fourth floor, three apartments had newborns, one of them a set of twins. The garbage chute had never been cleaned, and was clogged before it reached the trash compactor outside. The workers had destroyed the central wiring, leaving the hall lights to buzz overhead. Amongst the other smells, evidence of the lack of water struck at his nose. 

How was he supposed to find the scents of two men buried under all of this? Beyond the grime of the street and the unfortunate living situations of the addicts, the building was full of the fragrance of so many lives.

Every person’s scent was unique. They were reflections of an individual’s humanity: body chemistry, habits, environment all mingling together into an olfactory fingerprint. 

If Matt didn’t know Foggy by name, he’d know him by the way his love for garlic clung to him, the spicier scent of a nervous sweat, and how he’d gotten hooked on coconut conditioner from an old girlfriend. And especially by the way Matt could tell he loved to laugh, little hints of it hanging around as pheromones echoing in his ears. 

Charlotte Tanner had a scent like Foggy’s and unlike any other he’d encountered. It was less chemical than most with subtle hints of cocoa butter lotion, she liked to use mint and rosemary, liked burning candles and giving ham to her very round cat. A mix of plants lined the windowsill and her skin, her ferns were thriving; the cacti bloated with overwatering. The scent of a computer, like plastic, metal, and dust all-in-one. Electronics and various mechanical components filled a corner of the apartment with their metallic tang. Then there was her: human, clean, healthy although over-caffeinated. 

Above all of it, was a bright and citrus-y joy. Hope and positivity steeped into the floorboards, nearly hiding the more recents wisps of anxiety. Matt worried that may be the only lasting trace of the visit from Tully’s ‘handymen’.

His knock on the door inspired a wave of bitter panic that prickled at his nose. Ms. Tanner’s pulse raced as she looked through the peephole, before her heartbeat peaked and the fear ebbed. Matt assumed that to be the moment she noticed his glasses and cane, his apparent harmlessness causing her to unlock the door and drop the chain. 

“Hello sir, this is apartment 15, can I help you?” Crisp, polite, and effective.

Something with wheels whirred up behind her, tucking itself behind her legs. It seemed to be about the height of a medium dog, and in terrible shape. On one side the hydraulics were running sluggishly and making a soft chugging noise, the thin metal casing was busted, paint scratched. Matt couldn’t decide what the machine’s purpose was. One of those robot vacuums probably. He’d been thinking about getting Foggy one for Christmas.

“Yes, is this Ms. Tanner?” Matt kept his expression clear, taking a deep breath to try and build a map of the apartment and the people who had been there. He could smell Brett and the stale cigar smoke that belied his mother, and Mrs. Cardenas had been there almost every day. 

“Um, yes?” she replied. The door swiftly closed halfway, shielding her body from him now that she knew Matt wasn’t lost, that he was there to see her. The little robot zipped to her feet, humming OLED display eyes also peering through the crack in the door. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

“No, I’d guess not,” Matt shrugged, tilting his head to focus on her rising pulse and the groan of her injuries. His train of thought was derailed by the mystery of what had been done to her. 

Filtering out the rest of the building and the sound of her brows furrowing in confusion, Matt tried to piece together what had happened. Across her side were hairline fractures on two ribs, a still dark bruise, and bean-shaped swelling. Then he caught it, almost drowned out by the scent of water from old pipes, soap, and lotion; there was a hint of rubber and the grime that lined the streets of New York. Have your face meet the pavement one time in a fight and you wouldn’t need senses like his for it to haunt you. 

Pieces clicked together. She was on the ground when she was kicked, possibly stomped on. Fists clenching around the handle of his cane, Matt resolved to help her, before finally responding.

“Sorry, that was rude of me, I’m Matt Murdock,” he stuck his hand out gently, pleased when she only hesitated slightly before taking it. As they shook hands, he felt the mostly healed scabs on her knuckles. So she got a few hits in— he was strangely proud. Good job sweetheart, never make it easy for ‘em.

“Gr-greeetingss st-teeeameed gueeest,” the little robot said from between her feet, moving back and forth on treaded tires in way that reminded Matt of someone swaying on their feet. The voice was tinny and crackled— the speaker had been damaged, and its speech was drawn out and wavery. Matt had no idea that robots could slur their words.

“Igor, hush,” she said sharply, nudging it back with her foot.

“St-st-teeeameed gueeest! I-iii-i am Igooorrr!” the thing spoke again, ignoring its chastising owner.

“It’s 'eh-steemed' guest,” she emphasized, “You’re getting mixed up with steamed vegetables,”

“You are our e-esteemed-d guest-egetables,” was the loud and almost proud reply. Matt couldn’t hold back a laugh, feeling the warm rush of blood across Charlotte’s face as she finally managed to knock the robot back into her apartment. It zipped off in a winding path, stuttering something about getting a water-glass of waters.

“Sorry, he uhhh- he needs a few repairs.”

Matt nodded, raising his gaze so that it landed somewhere near her eyeline. “Yeah, I’ve been told that’s been going around lately,”

Her spine straightened, the sheepish smile vanishing in a second as the hairs at the back of her neck rose, and her voice was firm as she spoke, “I’m not sure what you mean, I think that you’re in the wrong place.”

“I’m with Nelson and Murdock, representing Mrs. Cardenas and other tenants in the building against your landlord, Armand Tully. She addressed concerns that you had been physically assaulted by—”

Hearing the strain of her arm, Matt slid his cane into the doorjamb, preventing it from slamming closed in his face. The wind ruffled his hair back, but his expression remained fixed. Ms. Tanner tried to hide a grumble, but Matt caught that too as she opened the door back up to his faux-innocent face.

“Ms. Tanner, is everything alright?”

“Yes. Thank you for asking. Leave.”

Matt stood firmly in place. The floorboards creaked under her shifting weight, hand resting on her cocked hip with a huff. Lot of attitude considering I am trying to help you.

“Now.”

“I promised Mrs. Cardenas that I’d speak with you, please, hear me out.”

Not entirely true, but the words had spilled out of his mouth as a frantic need rose inside him. Maybe it was the nature of being a lawyer, but he’d never had to fight someone else to just let him help them before.

People came to him, they asked for his help, and standing across from this woman, so reluctant, had him on the edge of his comfort zone. Matt already felt guilty enough for what had happened. Right here, in the city that he swore to protect. Now the only way to alleviate that guilt required her to help him to help her, and they were clearly diametrically opposed in that regard.

Another put-upon sigh echoed from the depths of her chest. It almost had Matt believing that he was asking her to spend an afternoon explaining email scams to the elderly, rather than offering her assistance. “Okay, alright.”

“Whatever you’re afraid of, my partner and I can help you. You were assaulted in your own home, you deserve to feel safe again, and the men who did this deserve to be punished.” Matt had both hands wrapped around his cane, unable to stop himself from leaning forward in an earnest display. The door creaked closed just a bit more, and Matt straightened again, pleading with her. “We can help you, we’ll go down to the station with you to help you file a police report if you’d like, to make sure that they take your case seriously.”

“I appreciate your concern, but nothing happened to me.” 

His head tilted, the irregular skip in her heart telling him that it was a lie. Not that he needed to hear it, aside from the injuries slathered in a thick layer of makeup, Ms. Tanner was not a gifted liar. Everything about her demeanor told Matt that she’d say anything just to get him to leave.

“Tully, these men, they can’t just get away with what they’ve done.”

The sleeves of her sweater were being pinched and worried between her fingers, her thumb picking at a hole in the cuff. Matt heard the shift of her feet, the deep breath that filled her chest as she steadied herself. Abandoning any pretense of eye contact, her head slumped forward between her shoulders. 

“They’re not getting away with anything, no one touched me.” Another lie, this one mingled with a heavy sigh. There was a desperate tone to her voice where before there’d been exasperation.

A memory came to mind, of the nuns at St. Agnes watching old movies after hours. The kind with pretty women and sad endings, dames looking for trouble and bad guys meeting the fist of justice. They never had particularly happy endings, but he didn't mind that too much, it felt more realistic. Matt had preferred listening to them over the more chaotic alternatives outside of the church grounds, imagining his dad as the down-on-his-luck detective until he fell asleep missing his hero.

Hearing her voice, free from the crackle of old television speakers, it almost felt too raw. Matt could only pray that Ms. Tanner’s story wouldn’t be another similarity, dread sinking into the pit of his stomach. Just because it felt like a portent didn’t mean that it was one. 

“Going to the police can help.” Matt couldn’t help but repeat himself, as if there was some magic number of times that she had to hear it before finally agreeing. “Ms. Tanner, I will help you. I promise.”

Her head swung up to look at him, and Matt felt a prick of hurt when her head shook just the slightest bit. Obviously her disbelief wasn’t personal, but it stung nonetheless.

“No, police would just make everything worse,” she said, and Matt snapped to attention.

General fear of authority and the law was intangible, and in Ms. Tanner’s case seemed to be deeply ingrained. It wasn’t exactly in his wheelhouse to fight something like that. If she was being threatened though… he readjusted his grip, head tilting just a tick.

“Has someone been here? Did they threaten you?” 

“What?” Ms. Tanner sputtered, and Matt’s focus narrowed in on her, ready to catch any sign of a lie as it passed by. “No, that’s not— just stop.”

The exasperation had returned with a vengeance, one foot twitching in a move just shy of being a stomp. Abandoning the door, Ms. Tanner’s hands gestured sharply in the space between them. Her pulse was raised in agitation, but remained disappointingly honest beneath her clipped tone.

“I told you: no one touched me, no one threatened me. Thanks for checking in, Mr. Whoever, now please leave.”

Matt suppressed a frustrated groan, why did this have to be so hard? Is this how Claire felt when he ignored her advice and pulled stitches? No, this had to be much worse. All that was at stake was her own safety, it was maddening how easily she dismissed it. Why couldn’t she just let him help her? He wished there was a way to just make her talk, to get her to trust him. 

Even if she didn’t want help, she’d literally been kicked while she was down, and Matt was just supposed to let that go? Let it slide that a woman no longer felt safe in her home, and all for what? For whatever profits Armand Tully saw in evicting his tenants? Matt didn’t think so.

They both flinched at the sound of a crash from inside her apartment, the shattering of glass set Matt’s teeth on edge until the robot’s tinny voice cried out to the doorway.

“Nooo worr-ry-y! Ig-gor m-make mis-istake, but I-Iii-gor try agaaain-n.”

Ms. Tanner’s lips twitched into a smile, a fond huff of air leaving her even as she fixed Matt with the weight of her stare. A foot tap and the pointed clearing of her throat made it clear that his time was up.

“Right, it was nice to meet you Ms. Tanner. I’m Matt Murdock, if you change your mind or have any questions, please don’t hesitate to call.” 

With that, Matt held out a business card, his casual and professional demeanor hiding the desperation underneath. He needed her to take it, he needed her to want his help. As the Devil he could swoop in and fight off any intruder, never having to ask permission to rescue people. Matt Murdock however, had rules to follow or risk being disbarred. It was almost enough to make him itch and whine like a flea-bitten dog.

C’mon, take the damn card, please.

Just when it’d become a concerted effort to stop his hand from shaking, her eyes finally stopped darting around in thought. Options weighed, Ms. Tanner’s fingers brushed against his again as she took the card. It left him feeling too light as she turned back into her apartment, multiple locks clicking into place between them. Accepting the card didn’t mean she was accepting his help, it wasn’t even a foot in the door, but it was at least something.

The fact that he happened to like the feel of her skin and the scent of her lotion was irrelevant. 

Floorboards creaked, and Matt suddenly realized that it was weird for him to be hanging around the door. She had lingered too, a nervous eye to the peephole as she watched him turn towards the stairwell and leave. Matt could hear her press her forehead against the door and breathe, the small robot rolling up behind her.

“W-water for-or-r g-guest-egetablessss,” Igor declared proudly, a half-full glass of water balanced on the tray that it held above its head. Drips fell from the edge of the tray, several puddles of water barely contained by its lip.

“Good job Igor, but he’s gone,”

“I-Igor-r w-ill wai-ait.” More water sloshed out onto the tray as the robot bobbed once in facsimile of a decisive nod. Matt paused at the top of the stairs, unsure what exactly he was waiting to hear.

“Don’t bother,” Ms. Tanner muttered, grabbing the glass and mopping up the water, “It’ll be a good thing if we never see that guy again. I don’t care how pretty he is, he’s still a lawyer, that means he’s bad news.”

Matt was conflicted behind his smugly twisted smile. While it wasn’t his ideal descriptor, he could work with pretty. He couldn’t work with her having an innate prejudice against his career.

In her kitchen, the lid of a trash can opened, and she stood holding the card over it for a long time, tracing across the lettering. Matt’s shoulders dropped from around his ears when the lid closed, and she tacked the card up beside her refrigerator. It felt like a win, like some small acknowledgement that she didn’t have to be afraid. 

He was also going to take it as a green light to let the Devil out, if she wouldn't involve the police these guys could go unpunished, Matt could fix that. When he found those guys, he’d be sure to get in the same hits that she had, from someone their size. When that was done he’d dole out their penance of twice the fear and pain that they’d given her.

It was dangerous and he knew it, this tendency of his to make things personal, yet he was unable to stop himself every time. Neither a conscious decision nor a slippery slope, Matt would just find himself devoted to mere strangers in the space of a blink. There was some innate need or urge inside of him that was tying himself to others without consideration, and Ms. Tanner was the latest victim. 

Anything that happened to her from this point on would be Matt’s fault, a failing or an attack on him. It was personal before he even stood in front of her door, before she had invaded his every sense. He would help her because it was the right thing to do, but he needed to keep her safe because it would protect him too, in a way. 

Failing the people that he cared about was like missing the step off of a curb, skidding across the pavement. Road rash had been collecting across his conscience and heart during the past few weeks as the Devil; last night’s failure to protect Claire was a face plant. Recovering from it felt like picking bits of asphalt out of his cheeks, burning and stinging in a way that couldn’t be ignored, only dulled.

Every night he listened as dozens of crimes were committed across the city, too many people to save at once. But, there was also the sound of college girls giggling on the streets, safe from the fate of a shipping container. There was a boy that slept sound in his bed, his father sleeping on the ground because he couldn’t bear being too far away from his son again. He could hear teens playing video games and mothers bundling their kids up to visit the park. People that he had saved, living their lives around him.

Matt needed to hear these things, to know that the Devil was doing something useful. That a drop in the bucket was still a positive change. Upstairs, Ms. Tanner was repairing her robot, talking it through the steps even while it was powered off. He wondered what she would be doing when he listened for her that night.

Like always, failure was not an option, and still felt inevitable. In an ouroborean way, he’d already failed, what happened to Ms. Tanner was his fault, due to his inaction. Matt knew about the window, the guy blackmailing that juror had told him. Was probably even scared enough to have told him more, like where the building was. Then he could’ve been at the epicenter, tracking people following Fisk’s orders, preventing things like this. Instead, his one track mind had gotten the best of him, and who knows how many people had been hurt as a result.

The sinking sun warmed his face, a contrast to the chill air that tugged at his coat as Matt exited out onto the street. He just had a stop at the station, and then it'd nightfall, where he’d have another opportunity to do the right thing for Hell’s Kitchen.

Thanks for reading, have a good day <;3

Next chapter is Karen's turn, and we all know that one of her superpowers is people skills... Also I don't know if anyone's interested, but I lmk if you'd like and I'll tag people to chapters when they come out.

[sidusgladii]

Masterlist of Information (FTNewGen - kkumri)

The information on this page was collected from old Tumblr posts of kkumri. All the information was said directly or implied by kkumri.

Luna Dragneel. She is eccentric and acts out alone. She is oblivious when people hit on her. She uses colorful language (curse words). She is, secretly, a bookworm. She loves strawberries dipped in tuna paste. Gale and Storm call her a “Luna-tic”. She fawns over Storm’s “battle mode”. Luna is afraid of revealing her feelings for Storm, because he already goes soft on her when sparring. She spars with Gale. Her guild mark is located on her right shoulder and pink. She is a tsundere (harsh personality, but gradually becomes kinder). She is seventeen years old. She is a Sagittarius.

Nash Dragneel. He is gay. He has a huge appetite. He was born with heterochromia (one eye is a different color than the other). He is approachable, loud, and easily bashful and irritable. His emotions are easily wavered as well. He blushes crazy and cannot think straight when complimented, leading to people using his weakness to their advantage. He also tends to overthink. He is very forgetful. He is oblivious when people hit on him. He inherited his father’s fierce glare (when upset) and uses colorful language (curse words). He thinks Gale is hot (platonically). Nash and Storm like to spend time together and drink hot chocolate when it’s cold. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder blade. He likes to marathon tv shows and sports. His hobbies include boxing, writing, and gaming. He is a Celestial Mage and uses Gun Magic. He takes and learns advice from his mother. Nash and Sylvia get along well! His parents accept him after his relationship with Reiki becomes public, and the news shocks the guild because “it wasn’t obvious”. In the future, it is likely that Nash and Reiki open an orphanage (basically adopting dozens of children). He is sixteen years old. He is a Pisces.

Storm Fullbuster. He is very frank (direct) in terms of communication. He tends to drift off in his daydreams. He has learned his father’s stripping habit. He likes soft things and ice pops. His hobbies include dancing, skating, and cooking. He uses Water Body and Ice Make Magic. He curses while in “battle mode”. His guild mark is located on his left pectoral and blue. He feels confident and secure of Luna’s reciprocal feelings for him. He understands Luna’s fears, of their relationship changing if she reveals her feelings for him, once he sees the gleam in her eyes when she spars with Gale. Storm and Nash like to spend time together and drink hot chocolate when it’s cold. He is seventeen years old. He is a Leo.

Sylvia Fullbuster. She is the most proper of her siblings. She can be dramatic. She had some complications during her birth, so she is weaker than her twin brother. She is older than her twin brother, Rin. She idolizes Asuka Connell. She uses water based magic and mainly uses them for healing purposes (she learns from her mother and Wendy Marvell). She has the ability to summon rain. Sylvia and Nash get along well! She is bolder than Akatsuki. Her guild mark is located on her right hip. She is eleven years old. She is an Aries.

Rin Fullbuster. He has a fraternal twin sister and he is protective of her. He is hot headed, dramatic, and easily jealous. He is also the worst to anger, because he causes the most destruction when upset. He is labeled as the joker of the FTNewGen. He is tanner than his twin sister, because he is sporty, and the time he spends outside, means he is in the harsh sunlight. He has a “big potty mouth”. He learned his father’s stripping habit. He idolizes Asuka Connell. He likes Rosemary (“the plant”) and betting. HIs hobbies include dressing up and sleeping. He has a cross tattoo on the back of his neck. He uses Plasma Beams and Earth Elements Magic. His magic requires a lot of high pain tolerance and he has the ability to summon lava from the ground. His guild mark is located on his right hip. He is eleven years old. He is an Aries.

Reiki Fernandes. He is bisexual. He can be bossy and competitive, yet is cool headed, well-mannered, and polite. He inherited his mother’s intense glare. He also is prepared for anything and finds cleaning swords therapeutic (like his mother). He loves his mother. He can be a “drama queen” and is a trusted leader. He usually steps out of brawls victorious and unharmed. He is an S-Class mage. He is a “lousy assed drinker” (he turns to it when he gets too stressed). He is quite vague in terms of communication. He is more buff than Storm. He tends to “baby” his little sister. He thinks Gale is hot (platonically). He begged Gale to “make him look more like his father”, so Gale gave Reiki his facial tattoo. He dated Nova for a bit, before breaking up with her because she was not her true self like how she was with Gale. He helps out his father with cooking at home. He likes strawberry cakes and corny films. His hobbies include teasing guildmates (especially Nash), training and exploring. His parents accept him after his relationship with Nash becomes public, and the news shocks the guild because “it wasn’t obvious”. In the future, it is likely that Reiki and Nash open an orphanage (basically adopting dozens of children). He uses Destruction Magic and is a sword wielder. His guild mark is located on his right shoulder blade. He is nineteen years old. He is a Leo.

Rosemary Fernandes. She loves her father. She is cool headed and well-mannered, but also a kamidere (self-absorbed). She loves awards and profit, yet is not greedy. She was born with an insane amount of magic power, leading to multiple failed kidnappings by evil wizards. “Holding back” is not in her dictionary. She is an S-Class mage when she becomes a teenager. She prefers solo missions. She uses Crystal Control and Energy Manipulation Magic. Her guild mark is located on the middle of her lower back. She likes nature, mementos, and music. Her hobbies include sword fighting, sewing, and dancing. She is ten years old. She is an Aquarius.

Gale Redfox. As a child, he was all “sunshine and rainbows”. He used to be weak and timid, causing him to be bullied frequently. He was a HUGE mama’s boy and, now, tries his best to overcome his attachment to his mother. He got involved in bad company, which turned him into a rebel. He used his magic power to prank people and destroy public property. He started to work out and hone his powers to prove people wrong. He dyed his hair dark blue to appear more intimidating. The more trouble he got into, the more his father got worried, leading to fights between the two to vent out frustrations. Gajeel tells Gale about his time in Phantom Lord and how he doesn’t want his son following the same path. Gale returns to Fairy Tail to make amends. His guild mark is located on his left pectoral. He prefers solo missions. The Fullbuster twins seem to have taken a liking to him! He spars with Luna. He learns tattoo art in his free time and believes his mother’s Script Magic is the prettiest art there is. He is a much better singer than his father and, secretly, has singing lessons with Mirajane Strauss. He likes to eat mutton with mint ice cream. He never curses, but he does label or nickname people. He is a kuudere (shut out, cold, shows no emotions). Gale is the one who gave Reiki his face tattoo after Reiki was begging him to make him more like his father. His feisty relationship with Nova causes him to fall for her (unknowingly). Her mental strength encourages Gale to become more powerful to win her heart, even when he knew she fell for Reiki. When Nova breaks down, after learning Reiki is together with Nash, Gale comforts her and confesses his feelings. He tells her he loves her sassy, prideful, vulgar, and hot headed self (along with her good, kind heart). He starts to go out on more missions with Nova and realizes the reciprocal feelings. He is eighteen years old. He is a Scorpio.

“Little Redfox daughter”. Her possible names are Mackenzie, Venetia, or Izusa. She is possibly short or "little". She is possibly younger or "little(r)" than her brother.

“MIRAXUS son”. His possible names are Kai, Raiden, or Kakumi. He is an S-Class mage. He looks scary, but is not.

Nova Dreyar. Her father treats her like his little princess. She is sassy and powerful. She can be intimidating (like her parents). She prides herself in maintaining Fairy Tail’s powerful reputation, but stresses out because of the public’s expectation of her being just as powerful as her parents. She trains herself extensively to the point of exhaustion, and her parents intervened to convince her that she did not have to live up to anyone’s expectations. Nova would taunt and tease Gale to pressure him into becoming more powerful to prove her wrong. She keeps a close eye on Nash and Rin (the more destructive members of Fairy Tail). She is closest to Asuka Connell, Reiki Fernandes, and Gale Redfox. She falls for Reiki and that becomes glaringly obvious. Nova and Reiki dated for a while before the relationship ended. She becomes vulnerable with Gale, who comforts and confesses his feelings for her, and reveals her frailty when it comes to the matters of her heart. The pair go out on more missions together and Nova realizes her true feelings for Gale. She vents her frustrations through witty sarcasm. She likes horoscopes and horse riding. Her hobbies include bartending and biking. Her guild mark is located on her right thigh. She uses Omnicounter Magic. She is eighteen years old. She is a Capricorn.

Akatsuki Eucliffe. He is Sabertooth’s log keeper and, possibly, has no magic power. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder. He is very intelligent. He likes bowties and ties. His hobbies include reading, writing, and photography. He believes Sylvia is a pretty girl, and he is shy and secretive about his feelings for her. He is eleven years old. He is a Virgo.

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denouement gets sPoOkY sCaRy!

Denouement is an 18+ pan/multifandom RP set in a unique world, with both site-wide and member run plots as well as seasonal world changes. Fandom canons and fandom original from all media (live action and illustrated), as well as fandomless original characters and native residents, are all welcome! We offer forum-based thread writing, Discord thread and Tupperbox-based chat RP, and real-time ICC (in character chat) via Discord channels and Cboxes.

Guidebook | Taken | Reserves | Discord Are you ready to dive into spooky season? Looking for a roleplay with some BITE? Here's a list of featured canons who hail from a variety of horror media (films, television, anime, video games, and more)! Our members are always looking for fellow canonmates, as well as fandom and fandomless OCs to write with -- swing by our Discord to chat with us!

Art the Clown from Terrifier Katherine Pierce & Stefan Salvatore from The Vampire Diaries The Huntress from Dead by Daylight Claudia, Lestat de Lioncourt, Louis de Pointe du Lac from Interview with the Vampire Evelyn O'Connell from The Mummy Adrian Tepes, Olrox, Sypha Belnades, and Trevor Belmont from Castlevania Agatha Harkness & Wanda Maximoff from Marvel Chris Redfield, Ethan Winters, Leon Kennedy, & Rosemary Winters from Resident Evil Bree Tanner from Twilight Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, & Billy Hargrove from Stranger Things Clementine from Telltale's The Walking Dead The Nameless King from Dark Souls Cordelia Goode, Fiona Goode, Michael Langdon, Misty Day, & Myrtle Snow from American Horror Story: Coven Castiel from Supernatural Ellie Williams & Joel Miller from The Last of Us Charles Rowland & Edwin Paine from Dead Boy Detectives Henry Townshend from Silent Hill

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Jackie Ethel Joan: The Women of Camelot - NBC - March 4-5, 2001

Biographical Drama (2 episodes)

Running Time: 163 Minutes Total

Stars:

Jill Hennessy as Jackie Bouvier Kennedy

Lauren Holly as Ethel Skakel Kennedy

Leslie Stefanson as Joan Bennett Kennedy

Daniel Hugh Kelly as John F. Kennedy

Robert Knepper as Robert F. Kennedy

Matt Letscher as Ted Kennedy

Harve Presnell as Joseph P. Kennedy Sr.

Charmion King as Rose Kennedy

Wayne Best as George Smathers

Walker Boone as Steve Clark

Christopher Britton as Ted's Doctor

Catherine Bruce as Sister Mary Leo

Adam Cabral as John F. Kennedy Jr.

Thom Christopher as Aristotle Onassis

William Colgate as Richard Nixon

Beau Dunker as Ted Kennedy Jr.

David Eisner as Schiff

Greg Ellwand as Peter Wilson

Madison Fitzpatrick as Caroline Kennedy

Richard Fitzpatrick as Frank Peters

Linda Goranson as Lady Bird Johnson

Paul Thomas Gordon as Peter Lawford

Kate Hemblen as Joan's Nanny

Shannon Hile as Elaine Mitchell

Tom Howard as Lyndon B. Johnson

Jeno Huber as Prince Stanisław Albrecht Radziwiłł

Jamie Johnston as Young Patrick Kennedy

Geoff Kahnert as Sargent Shriver

Ray Kahnert Bobby's Priest

Tamsin Kelsey as Eunice Kennedy Shriver

Anne L'Espérance as Cathy

Sarah Lafleur as Marilyn Monroe

Shawn Lawrence as Alex Carter

Gene Mack as Rosey Grier

Louisa Martin as Maude Shaw

Kaya McGregor as Pat Kennedy

Nicole Michaux as Jean Ann Smith

Julia Pagel as Kathleen Kennedy

Rosemary Pate as Kara

Karl Pruner as Clinton Hill

Matt Sadowski as Joseph P. Kennedy II

Jeffrey Smith as Jim Ketchum

Joy Tanner as Lee Bouvier

Bruce Vavrina as Roger Mudd

Jonathan Whittaker as Lem Billings

Brad Wietersen as Stephen Edward Smith

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Organic fnaf masterpost

Notes: Mainly of aus lmao but other types(like mers and lamias) may come in the furture!

Most aus have a lot of Wilry(William x Henry), this is becuase me and my bf like the ship when William isnt a murderer, which he isnt in any of our aus!(hence most bitties not liking Canon(more specific, Danger Zone) William but are totally find with other aus!)

there will be some bitties of other games like Dayshift at Freddy’s, Fnac, Dial town, and more,

There will also be bitties of the Blueycapsules comics- sort of- my boyfriend and i mainly stole the characters because we liked a few so there will be a lot different with a good amount of them! Mostly name and personality changes and ofc changes in how they meet and the fact they meet and interact with other characters and ocs!

We dont support BC or their creators, and since the comic has ended the characters are free game!!

there will be ocs! a good amount of them!

the list will most likely have new names be added, as new new oc’s are fun!

the canon versions are all from the ‘chaos incarnate’ au my boyfriend and i have! (hence the ‘chaos’ part, i just didnt want to spell out ‘chaos incarnate’)

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FNAF:

Henry =

Henry - Normal Chaos au!Henry bitty

Emily - Normal Canon Henry bitty

William=

William - Normal Chaos au!William bitty

Afton - Normal Canon William bitty

Michael = 

Michael - Normal Chaos au!Michael bitty

Mikael - Normal Canon Michael bitty

Charlie =

Charlie - Normal Chaos au!Charlie bitty

Charlotte - Normal Canon Charlie bitty

Sammy =

Elizabeth =

Elizabeth - Normal Chaos au!Elizabeth bitty

Lizzy - Normal Canon Elizabeth bitty

Evan =

Evan - Normal Chaos au!Evan bitty

CC - Normal Canon Evan

Clara = 

Klara - Normal Canon Clara bitty

Sarah =

Vanny= 

Vanny - Normal Chaos au!Vanny bitty

Vanni - Normal Canon Vanny bitty

Jordon(film Mike)=

Abby=

Walter(Ness/Matpat from the move)=

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DSAF:

Dave =

Jack =

Harry(DSAF Henry)=

Steven =

Peter =

Dee =

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BlueyCapsules:(I dont support them but the comic was canceled so they’re mine now!)(some names and info have been changed!)

Baxter Afton(BC Dave)=

Baxter - Normal Chaos au!Baxter bitty

Boss Boseman=

Gabriel Boseman=

Cassidy Boseman=

Jerry Boseman=

Chauncey=

Phillip=

Issac(BC Vincent)=

Erik(BC Scott)=

Tyrone(BC Jeremy)=

Hank(BC Micheal)=

Benjamin(BC William)=

Leroy(BC Henry)=

Gino=

Ronan(BC Fritz)=

Luggy=

Grelle=

Bonby=

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Dial town:

Randy Jade=

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The Walten Files:

Jack Walten=

Felix Kranken=

Rosemary Walten=

Linda Thompson=

Edward(Ed) Walten=

Molly Walten=

Charles Brooks=

Susan Woodings=

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OC:

Mike Schmidt=

Jeremy Fritzgerald=

Scott Knight=

Vincent Bishop=

Vendetta Bishop=

Vinny Bishop=

Alex Albrecht=

Chris Newmaker=

Fritz Smith=

Justin Afton=

Justin - Normal Chaos au!Justin bitty

Tanner=

Jeremiah=

Arthur=

Jackson=

Max=

Noah=

Oscar=

Duke=

Amelia=

Raven=

Knox=

Jekyll=

Hyde=

Lanyon=

Collins=

Andrew=

Enfield=

Bernard=

Cosmo=

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Cough, List of my (Quest/Qftim) ocs. Cause why not.

❥☆Kai Aster Coava,, Anaya Coava,, Noah Coava,, Finsly Coava,, Amelia Coava,, Will Coava .☆. Josh, Jackson, & Jonah. (Triplets, also known as ‘The J brothers’) .☆. Lily Beagle,, Olivia Beagle,, Mr. Beagle .☆. Francis .☆. ’J’ .☆. Asher S. .☆. Veronica .☆. Micheal Beboporeba,, Linda Beboporeba .☆. Evelyn,, Aurora,, Layla .☆. Oliver Bear .☆. Willow Layne,, Forrest Layne,, Ms. Layne .☆. Treyton .☆. Ms. Periwinkle,, Sophia Periwinkle .☆. Dorothy Rosemary,, Donna Jone Rosemary <(AUs)> Elise Autumn Beboporeba,, Melody Coava Beboporeba,, Charlie Honey Beboporeba .☆. Jasper Cosmo Tanner,, Cosmo Jone Tanner .☆. Kamilith Hyde,, Abbigail Hyde,, Addalyn/Cyrilia Hyde .☆. Kinn K. .☆. Annalyn Dish ❥ <{Unused Ocs}> ❣︎☆ Olivia(First design) .☆. Micheal & Linda(First Design) .☆. Felicity .☆. Treyton(First design) .☆. Josh(First design) ☆❣︎

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A normal day for Sebastian includes goofing around with Rosemary, playing outside and in his room and sometimes a game of chess with Blair.

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Rosemary Griggs The Dartington Bride #HistoricalFiction #Devon #Elizabethan #FrenchWarsOfReligion #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @RAGriggsauthor @cathiedunn

Rosemary Griggs The Dartington Bride #HistoricalFiction #Devon #Elizabethan #FrenchWarsOfReligion #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @RAGriggsauthor @cathiedunn Linnea Tanner FEATURED AUTHOR: ROSEMARY GRIGGS I‘m delighted to host Rosemary Griggs as the featured author in The Coffee Pot Book Club Blog Tour being held between April 1st – 12th, 2024. Rosemary Griggs is the author of the Historical Fiction, The Dartington Bride (Daughters of Devon) by Troubador Publishing on 28th March 2024 (368 pages) Below are highlights of The Dartington Bride, Rosemary Griggs’ author bio, and her fascinating guest post about what inspired her to write The Dartington Bride. Tour Schedule Page: https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/2024/02/blog-tour-the-dartington-bride-by-rosemary-griggs.html HIGHLIGHTS: THE DARTINGTON BRIDE   The Dartington Bride (Daughters of Devon) By Rosemary Griggs Audiobook narrated by Rosemary... Read the full article

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Tatton Wiltswoe: The Breelander

Tatton Wiltswoe, known as Tate around the Prancing Pony and the taverns, is a Breelander. This is what he tells himself with pride as he walks through the cobbled streets, his leather cloak draped over his meticulously pressed and finest burgundy tunic. The sun bakes his shoulders under his cloak, but he seems not to care about the discomfort of his overdressing. He greets every familiar face with a cheery wave, repeating their names to himself because he wants to remember them, he wants to *know* them. His cheer and care have never been false. His flaxen hair and (also leather) boots gleam almost as bright as his grin. The scent of rosemary clings to him everywhere he goes.

Tatton is a Breelander in the sense he has lived in Bree for all of his young life. Since he was a babe he knew what it meant to live on the outskirts of both town and society, laboring in the noxious fumes and grime of his family’s cabin. He lives with his uncle, Har, his aunt, Bessa, and two older cousins, Datura and Ferna. Together, they run the Wiltswoe Tannery. Tatton labors relentlessly as a tanner, but his favorite task is being a salesman. He is suited well for it simply because he bears his family name and his trade with the deepest pride and deeply enjoys meeting others and conversing with them.

Being a salesman is his favorite task… and his most dreaded. When he makes deliveries to the outskirts of the Bree Fields he watches travelers and their horses disappear beyond the horizon. He imagines the winds carry them safely to their journeys, all the while wishing he knew what their adventures were so he could live through their words. His heart aches and he knows well the reason why, but his burning love for his family keeps him always turning his steps back to his town, to familiar streets and stones he honestly wouldn’t mind never seeing again.

Too much keeps him bound. He *lets* too much keep him bound.

Tatton Wiltswoe is a Breelander in history, but his spirit has never been. Always his spirit speaks to him in dreams and his dreams bid him to run, father than his feet would carry him. He has dreams of ancients gates on the edge of both light and shadow. He dreams he can read the scroll of elegant and unknown script he has memorized in waking life, and that it leads him to legends and peoples and beings he has only heard in silenced whispers and child’s tales. He dreams of a solemn, wisped, terribly ancient voice that speaks of peace through violence, of healing by rending first every wound and anointing them with darkness. He dreams of iced forests and emerald caverns, of feathered ships that sail into the Sun. He dreams of darker things, of twisted things that make the taste of copper and rust linger on his tongue upon awakening.

He would banish all his dreams, save one, his deepest desire and most dearest to him: His dream of touching every corner of the world and still keeping his family and tannery and everything he loves right beside him. But that cannot be. He must always choose between the two and his choice is always the same. So his dreams stay dreams. He will do anything for his family. He has done many things for them he will not speak of.

Tatton, truly, is not a Breelander. But he will be one, he tells himself as he returns home, weary from a day of fruitless sales that he knows will be nothing compared to tomorrow’s success. He will be a Breelander that bears the Wiltswoe name with pride, even if he has to fight himself and beat his desires deeper within him where they have no chance to surface. But as passionately as he seeks challenge and as skilled of a fighter he can be, one fact threatens his resolve: Tatton has never actually liked fighting. And he has *never* been good at keeping any hidden thing buried for too long.

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"Dimitri doesn't do Rose Molnija marks in the books."

I really liked that he did it in the show, at least her first one. She didn't want a spectacle out of it, she just wanted to honor the memory of her friend, her having being brave to end his strigoi life because her friend never wanted that "life" for him. It was his biggest fear and she made it end as soon as she could.

The intimacy of the scene made me feel like for her that mark is a sign that her friend is now at peace.

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Vampire Academy as HIMYM Quotes

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The Pleasure Girls (1965) Gerry O’Hara

September 19th 2022