#she’s like.. somewhere between short hair and medium hair

[clickbeetle]

11 year old me with a special interest in cat breeds would be so pissed at me for not knowing what breed lainey is

[repulsiveliquidation]

Lazy Saturdays and Scrambled Eggs

Georgia Stanway x Reader BLURB

only fluff really!

10AM, Saturday Morning

The sun pours into the bedroom carelessly, the curtains forgotten about last night as the two of you stumbled into bed after a late night out on a date. Nights like these were where you could let loose since you had the weekend off with no games. The German streets were filled with bars and restaurants to visit so the two of you spent the night out away from the rest of the girls for the first time in a while.

Georgia was sound asleep on her tummy, right arm slung over your middle. She was in her sports bra and shorts, no time last night for any sort of skin care routine as you two danced till your bones were tired. You had the same thing on, right arm being used as Gee’s pillow. Clearly the two of you attempted to cuddle but your tired bodies had other plans.

You stir first, the sunlight shining right on your face and waking you. You yawn tiredly, rubbing your eyes as you try to look around and feel Gee still beside you. You smiled softly, her mouth was open a little and you could hear soft snores leave her sleeping form. You wiggled out of her hold, she grumbled but did not wake.

You washed up, taking a shower and washing your hair since you felt grimy from your night out last night. Georgia was still asleep, position the same as you left her. A small smile crept up on your face, softly padding out of the room and walking into the kitchen. You decided on making a little breakfast in bed, wanting to enjoy your time off and making it a little special for the two of you.

Pulling out eggs and bacon, finding that Georgia had grabbed some bread from the supermarket too, you got to work. Georgia liked her eggs very differently from you, she also only ate them if you made them. She liked them scrambled, somewhere in between soft and medium and she claimed only you could get it right. With the bacon in the oven, you started the coffee pot while toasting the bread, humming along to the turntable playing your favorite album in the living room. Georgia was a heavy sleeper so you knew the noise wouldn’t wake her.

Making the plates, you gave Marlo a little bit of bacon with a smile. You quietly told him, “Don’t tell mummy okay darling? It’ll be our little secret, hm?” He trotted off a happy little boy with his treat. You slid the door open and set the food on the table. Georgia was still asleep, this time on your side of the bed with her head squished against the bed cutely. You climb back into bed and rub her back, kissing her hair softly.

“Good morning, baby. It’s nearly noon darling, time to get up.” You say softly into her ear, kissing her face all over. She lets out a low rumble, mumbling into your thigh which she had pressed her face into. “You’re lying. You left me, it’s not a good morning.” You chuckle and smack her shoulder lightly, seeing her smile as she opened her eyes and turned onto her back. “Hi you.” You say, kissing her lips softly. She kisses back, sighing softly and pulling away. Her eyes stare deep into yours, hands laced in yours softly. “I’ve made breakfast.” You say simply, getting out of bed to retrieve it as she sits up and rubs her eyes. “Oh darling, you didn’t need to.” She begins to argue but you shush her and put the tray in front of her. “I wanted to; we’ve had a busy couple of weeks so I thought we could enjoy some domesticity.” You say, sipping your coffee. It was still warm, the eggs just barely steaming and bacon still crispy. She immediately digs in, noticing her favorite eggs in front of her. You eat with her, the room filled with comfortable silence and the familiar smell of bacon grease.

It's all you could want on a lazy Saturday.  

4PM, Saturday Afternoon

“You’re CHEATING, Stanway!” you yell, grabbing the controller away from her meddling fingers. You both were playing FIFA and Georgia was cheating. She flung her leg at you and tried to mess with your fingers when you were concentrating on beating her ass. You were leading 3-1 and she was not happy.

“I will win, you watch!” she yelled back, almost sitting on you in an attempt to get you to drop your controller but she failed. Your iron grip determined to ride out the last minutes of the game, as your player raced down her half expertly maneuvering around hers.

“GOAL!!!!” You yell as the final whistle gets called, your character shooting a stunner into the top corner just as the timer came to an end. She threw her controller on the couch and huffed, arms crossed and pout on her lips. You celebrated a little more, laughing at her antics. Soon you gave up, sitting beside her and kissing her cheek.

“I’m mad at ya, go away.” She told you, not looking at your grinning face.

“Oh Gee, you’ve beat me hundreds of times. Let me enjoy this you sore loser.” You laughed at her, punching her arm slightly as you see a little smile lift in the corner of her lips which she tries hard to suppress. It just makes you grin harder, leaning in and kissing her nose. She pushes you away, trying to conceal her joy. Finally, she grabs you, pinning you down on the couch and kisses you hard. You kiss her back, tongue darting out and swiping across her bottom lip. She whines a little and you make out for a while.

She grins, pulling away. “I hate you, Y/L/N.”

“Oh please, you could never Stanway.”

[kylo-wrecked]

Name: Ben.

Nickname(s): Occasionally, a friend, a foe, or a love interest will call him Benji or Benny. Obviously, all Bens are united in their hatred of this.

Relationship Status: Verse dependent. Modern!Ben's articulated the words 'I love you' to but one other.

Gender: Cis male.

Romantic Orientation: Exploring or unsure.

Preferred Pet Names: Music!Ben will call you 'baby' if he hates you.

Opinion on True Love: All Bens believe true love exists... but maybe not for hims.

Opinion on Love at First Sight: Music!Ben thinks he's fallen in love at first sight many, many times. Modern!Ben is somehow more suspicious. Ex!Con Ben has never looked another person in the eye (Jk, he's not a believer) and Smuggler!Ben...

How ‘Romantic’ Are They?: He's unpracticed, not unromantic.

Edited for E.: Music!Ben can charm the pants off anyone but I still don’t think that makes him a ‘romantic.’

Ideal Physical Traits: This one is tricky because mun struggles to understand what makes one physical trait more desirable than another :') but we shall try.

Based on copious evidence, mun believes Bens generally prefer longer hair for [women/femmes], short to medium curls for [men/mascs], notable thighs (strong, long, or thick), or other limbs and extremities (Smuggler!Ben). Striking eyes, chest hair for [men/mascs], a nice smile, a brazen or unique laugh (for Music!Ben especially, laughter is physical). Scars and other proof of life.

Because he's 6'4", he prefers his partners tall, but because he's 6'4", he invariably accepts smol.

Ideal Personality Traits: If he likes you, be yourself. All of yourself, preferably, because he's greedy.

All Bens find humility attractive in a person. Music!Ben covets meanness and whatever he interprets as power today. Let's not think about tomorrow.

Unattractive Physical Traits: We're struggling again, and that's okay.

Redubbing this part 'least desired observable characteristics.'

Shaved or bleached brows, dreads on heads where they don't belong, notable cosmetic alterations (Music!Ben specific), literal body language (Smuggler!Ben specific), worm physique (Smuggler!Ben specific), problem skin.

Unfortunately, Music!Ben can veer on fat-phobic (he's certainly weight-conscious himself) and Modern!Ben thinks women should shave their legs for him or something ridiculous like that. Not that he'd ever say it. (Dirty fingernails are fine by him, though. The more, the merrier.)

Unattractive Personality Traits: ☝️ Do not lie to him.

Ideal Date: bullets? Bullets.

Modern!Ben: movie/museum and dinner, in that order, because post-movie/museum-going conversations reveal much about a person.

Music!Ben: goes from 1 to 111. He's not dating you; he met you someplace awful and will never leave you alone again. Hint: He's never the dumper, always the dumped.

Ex-Con!Ben: Somewhere quiet, outdoors, away from the public eye. Said date must make it clear to Ben that he's on a date, or else he'll be utterly lost.

Smuggler!Ben: kidnapped Poe Dameron once—and it was awesome.

Do They Have a Type?: Bens are often attracted to sensitive, mysterious persons... or people who 'yell' at hims (Music!Ben, Smuggler!Ben).

Average Relationship Length: Six inches. One to two years.

Preferred Non-Sexual Intimacy: Smush-

Commitment Level: Fluctuates. Bens are serious about those they care for, but.

Ah, the various buts.

Opinion of Public Affection:

Modern!Ben: Outlook good/You may rely on it.

Music!Ben: Don't count on it/My sources say no.

Ex-Con!Ben: ???/Ask again later.

Smuggler!Ben: *loudly in the cantina* —we're NOT married?!

Past Relationships?:

Modern!Ben: Has entered two serious relationships. The first was young and short-lived. The second ended in California. She cheated on him, and he has never recovered.

Music!Ben: Sadly. And before then, a fling with Rey, which he fucked up beautifully. And before, after, and somewhere in between, a thing with Armitage (verse dependent). It wasn't a romance, but it was certainly something.

Ex-Con!Ben: Nope.

Smuggler!Ben: Verse dependent but primarily occupied with and committed to Not Dying Between Now and Centaxday.

tagged by:// @godresembled <3 thank you, fren, for the much-needed distraction during my moving frenzy.

tagging:// anymun who hasn't already done this meme and wants to share~

singling out, @valkxrie, @debelltio, @itmeanspeace, @themckaytriarchy, @ofthestcrs (muse of choice), @certifiably-i (muse of choice), @ifyoucatchacriminal (muse of choice). @etoilebleu (muse of choice eris).

[blaithnne]

I guess I never posted this here so… here’s Lauren in the style of The Troll comic!! The first in what I hope will be a continued series of style explorations >:O

Check under the cut for me rambling about how she fits in narratively and design wise!

Narrative

The narrative in the show is very different from the comics, not just in terms of the plot but in how the story is told - it’s a different medium so it does stuff differently! In short, the comics are a lot more rapid fire and comedic, The Troll in particular is so quick that it’s TV adaption was literally just the cold open of the first episode. Even Johanna only appears very briefly in this comic, so fitting in another character was already going to be a challenge lmao. But what made it even harder is the fact that Lauren was, obviously, designed to be a character that fits within the series, so there’s a lot about her character that just can’t translate into the comics. For example - one of her main uses in the show is to make the audience ask questions - “Hilda has a big sister? How old is she? She’s an adult, why is she still living with her family? Do she and Hilda share a dad? If she’s an adult then, did she know her dad? Why doesn’t she talk about him? Why does she take on so much?” Etc. This helps get the audience invested! And from everything we can tell these are questions the show wants to answer, but the comics…don’t. The comics don’t want you to question why Hilda lives in the middle of nowhere, they just want you to have a fun adventure with a little blue haired girl! Lauren being there in all her regular show glory makes that more complicated.

SO I had to work backwards, and try and think about what purpose a character like Lauren could serve in the comics, and why she would have been made in the first place, and this is what I ended up with -

Lauren is younger in the comics than she is in the show - she’s somewhere between 15-17, and the basis for her character is “a teenager from the viewpoint of a young child”. You know how you view teens when you’re a kid - they’re scary! They’re like adults except with no responsibilities, they’re aloof and want nothing to do with you but they seem so cool! Like they can do whatever they want! And you have no clue what that even is. I think this age makes more sense for the comics, as it means the audience doesn’t have to question why she’s still living at home or anything like that lmao - she’s just a kid!

Lauren seems very aloof and irresponsible, she’s always wandering off and doing random bits and bobs around the house. Even from Johannas perspective, she sees her as a bit of a liability. She’s kind of a gag character at this point - since there’s really no other way to fit her in at this point. I like the idea of her appearing when Hilda opens the front door, and she’s this terrifying silhouette holding an axe and staring down at Hilda, who screams in terror. Only for the next panel to reveal it’s just Lauren

I’ll get into this in more detail a the comics go on but, the idea with Lauren is that as the comics continue she’ll become more and more similar to the character we see in the show. Not really because she’s changed all that much - but because the other characters (and by extension the reader) start to see her differently. Once she gets more of a spotlight outside from being a one off gag character, she stops being the misunderstood teen and starts being…understood!

So, whilst Lauren seems irresponsible and reckless, she doesn’t mean to be. I think one of the reasons she comes off like this is bc she’s got heavy autism coding in the comics - she takes things very literally. Like, if Johanna tells her to watch Hilda - she will! She’ll watch her walk right off a cliff. Because Johanna never told her to keep her safe, just to watch her!

She still does chores and stuff around the house but, there’s not really any opportunity to showcase that in this comic lol

Design

The biggest challenge design wise was her body type. In terms of human characters, The Troll features just Hilda and Johanna - who appears for as a half body for three panels. Both of them are very skinny and noodle, which was an issue because Lauren…isn’t lmao. She’s buff! That’s her thing! Soooo here’s the solution I came up with -

I decided to make her as noodly as the other characters, but to lean really into the buff aspect of her character despite that. I drew her holding big ol axes and rocks to show that - she’s comically strong! I think that adds to both the gag and kind of mysterious part of her character - this Lauren isn’t intriguing in a “makes you question hildas family history and important elements of the show” way, she’s intriguing in a “what the fuck” way

Another thing I played with was her hair - the art style and character designs change a lot throughout the comic, it takes a little bit before certain characters core features are figured out. So I thought it would be fun to show that through her hair, which is just slightly off from her show design!

Uhhh what else - oh I gave her freckles like Hilda! I think that shows that she’s younger than Johanna quite well :)

I also just tried to use simplistic shapes, and give her an easily recognisable look. Just….tried to make her the kind of character I could imagine appearing alongside some other simplistic Hilda doodles from the concept art pages

OH ALSO ALSO I tried to lean into a 2010s influence with her design, mainly in her hair, by having one eye be fully covered

I thiiiink that’s all I have to say lmao! This was so much fun to make, I love imagining how my girl fits into stuff and this art style was a joy to draw in - it’s so fun! Really grew on me as I drew in it more, I def wanna return to it someday :)

[haveyouseenthishorrormovie]

If it's cool for us to ask if anyone knows a movie can I take a shot in the dark? I haven't been able to find it since and I really liked it.

Spoilers for it obviously

If the style and quality is to be believed, the movie is somewhere mid-late 2000s or early to mid 2010s. It's told retrospectively by one of the dinner guests getting interviewed by a detective asking about the crazy nights events. It doesn't have a clear location but it's this dinner party hosted by a couple where they recently lost their daughter when she died after falling down the stairs (in reality, the mom was drunk, holding her and dropped her). The guy in the couple was sinning because he was having an affair with a blonde present and the guy's friend had hit someone with his car late at night and hid the body instead of calling the cops.

They invite in a medium which gets the blonde lady possessed and the "demon" says they have to confess their sins or it will kill them. Then the main lady hears her dead daughter when she's comforted by her friend in the daughters old bedroom, they find another friend bloody and strung up outside and they invite in a priest to help the possessed lady. The main lady hits on him and the blonde says a line about m*sturbating with a crucifix (she doesn't actually) and kills the priest. The main lady is only able to end thing when she carves something into her arm and the blonde is killed.

Then we cut back to the interview where we find out the friend was Satan in human form and she killed the detective once he figured it out. She then goes on this long monologue about how we all meet her once and she's known under many names "Belial, Lord of the flies, the morning star, Lucifer" then she walks out of the police station and disappears as a car passes between the camera and her.

The main lady has long straight brown hair and the devil girl has short brown hair. She looked a lot like the actress who plays the protagonist of truth or dare but idk if they are the same actress. Please if anyone knows about this movie! Tell me! I loved it and the twist alot but can't remember the title for the life of me and id love to buy it.

Help a friend in search!

[audiodramatist]

Hey…you also wanna do hardshine 29 🥺 you know cause you love me (I’m almost done with my own fic I can ask a lot of you)

29 ... as a promise

Hardwon dreams of dying.

It’s not always him dying, although sometimes it is, the feeling more a memory than a dream. Sometimes he’s the one who falls and doesn’t get up. Often it’s Gemma– losing her in Frostwind again and again. Sometimes as it happened, with the poisoned dagger. Sometimes she falls from the balcony and he can’t quite catch her. Sometimes she’s bit by Scarlett Montgomery, going pale and bloodless before his eyes. Sometimes she’s just there and then she’s gone, and he doesn’t know how.

And other times, it’s Bev, off the top of The Watcher’s tower or at the sword of Galad or the teeth of a giant crick-rot snake. It’s Balnor falling to a frost giant or an Angel of Thiala or a creature from Hell. But more than anyone else, it’s Moonshine.

He usually can’t tell what kills her. That’s the worst part. She’s alive and well, laughing with him at the crick, picking sticks out of PawPaw’s fur, and then she isn’t. He sees her cold and stiff and missing that spark, that Moonshine something that he would be able to pick out from a crowd if he were hit with both Blindness and Deafness simultaneously. And whenever it happens, he feels like he’s dying too. And he knows what that feels like.

Dying felt a lot like a world without Moonshine.

Hardwon wakes up in a panic, breathing heavy, tossing his light blanket off the bed. No sooner has he sat up than he hears a knock at his stump. Knocking isn’t crick habit. He knows who it is, and he knows she’s only knocking for him.

“Yeah, come in,” he says, and Moonshine does. She doesn’t seem alarmed by his state. She does seem worried, or maybe sad. She sits on the bed beside him.

“PawPaw was thrashing around something awful,” she says. “Figured something was up. He knows things, you know.”

Hardwon smiles. PawPaw doesn’t thrash unless Moonshine’s having a nightmare, and she sleeps so soundly that wouldn’t notice PawPaw doing anything unless she’d already woken up herself. So they were both having one of those nights. 

“What’d you dream of?” he asks as she settles in closer.

“Crickrot again. Got MeeMaw for good. You?”

Hardwon pauses. They all dream of death. He’d never told Moonshine how often he dreams of hers.

“Losin’ people,” he says, instead of anything more specific. “Same as you.”

“Alright, keep your secrets,” Moonshine teases. She leans her head against his shoulder, picks up one of his hands to play with. They sit in comfortable silence as she traces the lines in his palms, the edges of his fingers, the veins on the back of his hand. Hardwon breathes in the damp, dark smell of her hair and feels his heart rate go back to normal.

“Stay here,” he says at last. “Please.”

“One medium bed,” she says in response. He knows it’s a yes. They both shuffle down until they’re lying facing each other, hands still clasped between them. The stump’s lit only by the stars outside and one or two nannerflies that managed to get in, but Hardwon can still see every freckle on Moonshine’s face. Maybe it’s just memory. He’s known that face longer than he’s known his own. Loved it longer too.

“I dreamed… I dreamed you died, Moonshine,” he admits in a whisper. “I dream of you dying, like, more than anything else. And it’s– I’m scared, Moonshine. It scares me to be somewhere you’re not, even if it’s just a dream, even if I wake up right away. I don’t want– I can’t–”

Moonshine pulls his hand up to her mouth and kisses it. She kisses each finger, his thumb, his palm– he knows she’s aiming for this body’s short lifeline, the one she traced earlier and then extended, as if it continued all the way across his hand. The way she took this body from death and gave it to him, so long ago now that it's starting to feel like it's really his. At last, she places his hand just over her heart.

“I ain’t going anywhere, Hardwon,” she whispers. “I’m gonna be right here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Always, then,” he replies, and it’s something they’ve said before, in one way or another, something they both know, but it feels important to say it now, like this. He moves close enough to wrap his other arm around her waist, her heartbeat still thumping against his fingertips.

“Always, then,” Moonshine repeats, and tucks herself under his jaw. Hardwon’s head fills with that perfect dirt smell again, and he kisses the top of her head.

“Love you, Moony,” he whispers, and hears her hum in answer. Then, a second later, she’s snoring lightly, and he falls asleep soon after.

He doesn’t dream at all.

[kiss prompts]

[maj-araxie]

INFORMATION & STATISTICS FOR LADY MAJ ARAXIE

"My demons tried to drown me, but they didn't know I could breathe underwater" — Jordan Sarah Weatherhead

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Lady Maj Sereia Araxie

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Majpoj, Princess

Date of Birth: October 26th, 1996

Age: 27

Gender + Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Place of birth: Northknot, CA (Mermaid Kingdom)

Parents: Lord Kairos & Lady Nerida

Siblings: None

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Pretty distant due to conflicting views

Pets: A cat named Stitch

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5′ 3″ (160 cm)

Build: Slender, Athletic with a Graceful frame

Species: Mermaid

Distinguishing Facial Features: Has a heart-shaped face with well-defined cheekbones, a broad, warm smile, a slightly rounded forehead and a soft jawline

Hair Color: Black

Usual Hair Style: Long, loose, natural curls

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birthmarks, scars): Warm, medium-brown tone with a natural, healthy glow

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Anxiety, Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD)

What do they consider their best feature?: Her eyes; despite her often tired appearance, her eyes are expressive and reflect the depth of her emotions and thoughts. They’re windows to her soul

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: The worst injury Maj has sustained was when she got into a car accident while distracted, searching for a lead on Edalyn's disappearance. She suffered a broken arm and several deep cuts from shattered glass, leaving her bedridden for weeks. The physical pain was manageable, but the emotional toll of being sidelined from her obsessive search was far worse

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: A pair of comfortable, well-worn jeans paired with a loose-fitting, white button-down shirt paired with a cozy, oversized cardigan in a neutral color like grey or beige, and finish the look with simple slip-on shoes or Converse sneakers with maybe just a simple necklace or bracelet

Glasses? Contacts?: No

Personal Hygiene: She keeps herself clean

Tattoos? Piercings?: Ear piercings, nose ring; Small ocean inspired, short quotes and abstract art tattoos

What does their voice sound like?: Soft, with a slightly raspy undertone from her smoking habit. She speaks slowly, as if carefully choosing her words, and often trails off when lost in thought

Accent?: None

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: Her voice might crack a little when she's anxious or upset. She has a habit of biting her nails or twirling a strand of hair around her finger when she’s nervous. When deep in thought or writing, she might chew on the end of her pen

Left handed or right?: Left

Do they work out/exercise?: Not other than swimming

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: English, a little French, Various Native Mermaid Languages & can speak to/understand aquatic animals

Zodiac: Scorpio

Gifts/talents: Outside of writing, Maj has a hidden talent for sketching. She often doodles in the margins of her notebooks, drawing intricate sea creatures, landscapes, and abstract designs. Her artistic skills are self-taught, and she uses them as a way to process her emotions

Religious stance: Agnostic; is open to the idea of something greater than herself but skeptical of organized religion

Pet peeves: Loud, sudden noises that startle her, people who interrupt her while she's deep in thought, and anyone who tries to tell her to "just relax" or "get over it." She also dislikes overly cheerful or optimistic people who don't acknowledge the darker sides of life

Optimist or pessimist: Somewhere in between, with a stronger tilt toward pessimism

Extrovert or introvert: Introvert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHIPS:

Relationship status: Single

Sexual orientation: Pansexual, Demiromantic

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in a mate: Someone who is patient, understanding, and emotionally supportive. She needs a partner who can handle her complexities and provide stability without overwhelming her. Loyalty is crucial to her, as she values trust above all else, given her past experiences. She'd also appreciate someone who shares her love for the sea and quiet moments, and who respects her need for space when she’s feeling low

Ever been in love?: Yes but is not the lovey-dovey type

What’s their love language?: Quality Time, Acts of Service

Most important person in their life?: Her best friend, Quinn and Stitch, her cat

VOCATION:

Level of education: College Grad

Profession: Writer at the Northknot Tribune (Newspaper)

Past occupations: Worked in a library during college, Freelance writer

Passions: Environmental conservation and mental health awareness

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves

SECRETS:

Phobias: Abandonment, the Unknown

Life goals: Her primary life goal is to find out what happened to Edalyn. Beyond that, she wants to write a novel, something that will resonate with others who have faced loss and mental health struggles. She also dreams of finding peace within herself, though she struggles to believe it's possible

Greatest fears: Being alone forever, losing everyone she cares about, and never finding out what happened to Edalyn

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Once she accidentally sent a deeply personal, emotional poem she had written to her entire office instead of just saving it on her computer. It was a raw, unedited piece about her longing for Eda, and having her colleagues read it made her want to disappear

Something they’ve never told anyone: She sometimes blames herself for Edalyn's disappearance. She wonders if her desire to explore the land led to that fateful night, and the guilt has haunted her ever since

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Writing, Swimming, Sketching, Beachcombing

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite smell: The salty sea breeze

Favorite food: Clam chowder or fish tacos

Favorite book: The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

Favorite movie: The Shape of Water

Favorite song: Sea of Love by Cat Power

Coffee or tea?: Tea

Favorite type of weather: Overcast with a cool breeze

Most used word or phrase?: "It is what it is"

EXTRAS:

MBTI: INFP (The Mediator) - INFPs are known for their deep emotions, creativity, and strong values, often driven by their inner world of ideals and dreams. Maj's love for writing, her obsession with Eda's disappearance, and her struggle with mental health reflect the introspective and emotionally intense nature of an INFP. The Perceiving trait also aligns with her laid-back and go-with-the-flow attitude, as well as her tendency to avoid confrontation and live in a more spontaneous, unstructured manner

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral - Maj’s chaotic nature is evident in her rebellious streak as a teenager, her experimentation with drugs, and her decision to go against her parents' wishes. She isn't evil, but she’s not strictly good either—her actions are driven by her emotions and personal struggles rather than any strict moral code. Her neutrality is shown in how she drifts through life, often acting in her own self-interest without a clear alignment towards good or evil

Enneagram: Type 4 (The Individualist) - Type 4s are introspective, sensitive, and often feel different from others, which can lead to feelings of melancholy and longing. Maj’s deep emotional struggles, obsession with loss, and her sense of isolation all point towards Type 4. She feels a deep connection to the sea but is also drawn to the land, creating a sense of internal conflict and longing that is characteristic of a Type 4

Celtic Tree: Willow - The Willow tree is associated with intuition, emotion, and adaptability—traits that resonate with Maj’s personality. Willows are deeply connected to water and are often seen as symbols of resilience and healing, which aligns with Maj’s connection to the sea and her need for emotional grounding. The tree also reflects her tendency to bend rather than break under pressure, even if it leads her down darker paths

Temperament: Melancholic - The melancholic temperament is characterized by a deep, reflective, and often gloomy outlook on life. Maj’s struggles with depression, anxiety, and obsession with the past, as well as her solitary nature, all point to a melancholic temperament. She is thoughtful, sensitive, and prone to introspection, often lost in her own thoughts and emotions

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff - Hufflepuffs are known for their loyalty, patience, and dedication, traits that Maj displays in her relationships and her writing. Despite her struggles, she remains committed to the people she cares about, even if it's from a distance. Her love for the sea and the comfort it brings her also aligns with Hufflepuff’s connection to nature. Hufflepuffs are also known for being unassuming and blending into the background, which matches Maj’s quiet, low-key demeanor

Element: Water -Water is the natural element for Maj, given her origins as a mermaid and her deep connection to the sea. Water symbolizes emotion, intuition, and the subconscious—all aspects that are central to Maj’s character. It also represents adaptability and change, reflecting her fluid nature and the way she drifts between different aspects of her life, struggling to find stability

[cheapsweets]

The Beneficent Gerzlaem

My response to this week’s BestiaryPosting challenge from @maniculum

Pencil sketch, then lines in Pentel brush pen. Bit of a tricky one, I had no idea how I was going to approach this until I sat down with it. A little bit of influence from Tove Jannson; there were definitely some parts of this I struggled with, and I think I'm learning some of the limits of the brush pen, but there are also parts of this I'm really pleased with :)

Reasoning below the cut…

"There are said to be three kinds. Of these, the ones which are short in stature, with curly hair, are peaceable; the tall ones, with straight hair, are fierce. Their brow and tail show their mettle; their courage is in their breast, their resolution in their head. They fear the rumbling sound of wheels, but are even more frightened by fire. The Gerzlaem takes pride in the strength of its nature; it does not know how to join in the ferocity of other kinds of wild beasts, but like a king disdains the company of large numbers."

At first I thought we were missing a description of the third kind, until I realised that it was probable somewhere between the two extremes; so we have three Gerzlaem, the tallest with straight hair, angry brows and an upraised and alert tail, the smallest with a more peacable aspect (and asleep - more notes below) with curly hair, and a medium sized Gerzlaem with wavy hair.

We don't get a great deal of descrption, apart from it must be a beast (paws, hair) and my generic beast-shape is something like a wolf or dog (though I ended up taking more influence in terms of the specific shape of the limbs from big cats.

"Those who study nature say that the Gerzlaem has three main characteristics. The first is that it loves to roam amid mountain peaks. If it happens that the Gerzlaem is pursued by hunters, it picks up their scent and obliterates the traces behind it with its tail. As a result, they cannot track it. The second characteristic of the Gerzlaem is that when it sleeps, it seems to have its eyes open. The third characteristic of the Gerzlaem is that when a female Gerzlaem gives birth to her young, she produces them dead and watches over them for three days, until their father comes on the third day and breathes into their faces and restores them to life."

In the background, some mountain peaks. We have a large, brush-like tail for covering its tracks, and on the smallest, dozing Gerzlaem we can see the markings on its eyelids that resemble an open eye.

"The compassion of Gerzlaems is apparent from endless examples. They spare those whom they have brought down. They allow captives whom they encounter to return home. They vent their rage on men rather than women. They do not kill children except in time of great hunger. Equally, Gerzlaems refrain from overfeeding. First, because they drink and feed on alternate days; and often, if their food remains undigested, they postpone the next feed. Then, because they feel uncomfortable when they have devoured more meat than they should, they insert their paws in their mouth and pull the food out, of their own accord. And when they have to take flight, they do exactly the same thing if they are full. Missing teeth show that a Gerzlaem is old. Gerzlaems mate face to face; and not only Gerzlaems, but lynxes, and camels, and elephants, and rhinoceroses, and tigers. Female Gerzlaems, when they first give birth, bear five young. In the years which follow, they reduce the number by one at a time. Afterwards, when they are down to one child, the fertility of the mother is diminished; they become sterile forever."

Just wondering, what kind of animal takes captives? Also, really nice to know that if it does eat someones child, it must have been really hungry…

We see the middle Gerzlaem retrieving its last meal (I tried to make this a fish, mostly because it was funny and more visual, but the size meant I didn't really have the detail to make this obvious).

"The Gerzlaem disdains to eat the previous day’s meat and turns away from the remains of its own meal. Which beast dares to rouse the Gerzlaem, whose voice, by its nature, inspires such terror, that many living things which could evade its attack by their speed, grow faint at the sound of its roar as if dazed and overcome by force. A sick Gerzlaem seeks out an ape to devour it, in order to be cured. The Gerzlaem fears the cock, especially the white one. [Redacted], it is tormented by the tiny sting of the scorpion and is killed by the venom of the snake."

We also have the largest, fiercest Gerzlaem unleashing a fearsome bark or roar! In the background, also a group of terrifying objects and creatures! A campfire! A cart (fortunately with nothing to pull it)! A rooster! A snake! And some other weird creature…!

"We learn of small beasts called Gerzlaem-killers. When captured, they are burnt; meat contaminated by a sprinkling of their ashes and thrown down at crossroads kills Gerzlaems, even if they eat only a small an amount. For this reason, Gerzlaems pursue Gerzlaem-killers with an instinctive hatred and, when they have the opportunity, they refrain from biting them but kill them by rending them to pieces under their paws."

Now this, I have no idea about, but I'm very curious to know what this might be. I have some (very vague) suspicions about the identity of the Gerzlaem, but even then, this 'Gerzlaem-killer' is baffling me…

[flockofcrowsinaturtleshell]

Toby

⚠️ There are a few mentions of child abuse and/or an abusive parent in these notes! ⚠️

I used this questionnaire for the prompts

Full name: Samara Tobias Sage Darner

Preferred name/nickname: Toby Sage Darner

Generally referred to as: Toby; The Crow

Appearance

Faceclaim: N/A

Sex: Female

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 110 lbs

Build: light, lean; "built like a bird"

Hair: N/A

Skin: medium golden; some freckles

Eyes: warm, dark brown; kinda has an intense stare; longish eyelashes

Mouth: small; sharp teeth

Nose: pointy

Hands: long and slender; 4 fingers on each hand; retractable claws

Feet: bird feet; big and black; has talons and scales

Scars: scars across back from beatings

Clothes: white tank top with back open for wings; jean capris; belt with foraging pouches; long trenchcoat

Other features: black wings and tail; black feathers across back, shoulders, cheekbones, bridge of nose, and in place of hair

Other notable features: crowish features; bird feet, wings, tail, feathers, retractable claws

Wings: black crow wings; 4.5 meter wingspan (roughly 14.7 feet)

Speech

Voiceclaim: she sounds like me copying Valka's voice from httyd2

Verbal ticks: tends to get louder the more excited she gets; trills, rattles, caws, clicks

Accent: faintly Norse or Icelandic? Clear and sharp.

Language: English; Bird; Draugr; Icelandic

Articulation: uses simple, easy to understand explanations

Education: prefers to use short simple words

Laughter: rattle/click instead of a laugh

Grump: grunts; makes small claws

Breathing: very quiet

Mannerisms

Face: very expressive when she wants to be, but she spends most of her time wearing a surprisingly solid poker face. She's more expressive than she used to be.

Hands: fluttering/flapping stim

Legs/feet: stomping; clicking talons; bouncing

Emotional outbursts: not rather prone to these; yelling/cawing when upset; rattles when happy

Habits: fluttering/flapping stim; trilling softly to herself; flicking her wings and tail in and out; raising and lowering feathers as a form of fidgeting; bouncing/hopping

Posture: kind of slouched to take the weight of her wings

Walking posture: slouched; either walks or hops

Sitting posture: crouched with her wings fanned out a bit

Personal space: fairly respectful of personal space, but is pretty tactile

Spacial awareness: very aware

Health

Diet: very high metabolism, so she's always foraging and carrying food. She's very opportunistic, and will eat just about anything when hungry; never turns down free food

Sleep: light sleeper; insomniac

Exercise: whenever she's not busy eating, sleeping, or taking care of mystic work, she's exercising

Activity: tends to work hard and exhaust herself; she's pretty busy, especially once the future ghosts show up

Cleanliness: has to preen her feathers for at least 10% of the day to make sure she is flightworthy; she's very picky about cleanliness

Medicinal drugs: N/A (pain meds don't work on her)

Odour: like jasmine

Narcotics: N/A

Addictions: N/A

Illness: chronic pain, The Darner Curse

Injuries: some of the scars on her back ache and sting from time to time; she broke her ankle when she was younger and it aches when the weather turns

Personal

Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert

Optimist/Pessimist: Realist Somewhere in between, leaning more towards Pessimism

Gender: She/They, leaning more towards She

Sexuality: Demisexual

Memory: photographic memory. Can remember faces for years, and can describe appearances in detail

Romantic: can be pretty romantic

Planning: pretty big planner. Always prepared (until she isn't)

Pensive: tries not to think about her past too much. If it's in the past, she can't change it

Intuition: very intuitive. Extremely talented at decision making and figuring things out from minimal clues

Problem solving: very good at solving problems from minimal clues

Goals: she just wants to make it through life. It's very rare in the Darner Clan to make it past 30 years, since their mystic power can't be "turned off" and uses up their life force faster. She's trying to find a cure, but fears that her efforts are only shortening her own lifespan

Insecurities: she comes from an abusive family, so she's worried that she'll grow up to be like her dad. She's also insecure about the Darner Curse affecting her. Usually pretty good at hiding her insecurities

Achievements: creating a potion that allows users to (temporarily?) see, hear, and interact with ghosts; making advancements in a Darner Curse cure

Anxiety: she actually has an undiagnosed anxiety disorder. A lot of things make her anxious, including the Darner Curse, problems with the ghosts, problems with her father, and rushing in without a plan

Overwhelmed: tends to hide that she's overwhelmed until she literally can't

Self-help: she carries fidgets in her bag to help for when it's just too much. She also tends to stim by fluttering/flapping her hands, trilling or cawing softly, flicking her tail and wings in and out, raising and lowering feathers, and bouncing or hopping. Preening her feathers also helps

Comforts: see above. She also likes rainy days, a soft "nest" made of blankets and pillows, a warm cup of sweet tea, and a hood fantasy or sci-fi book

Bad habits: scratching at her forearms; reading or working instead of sleeping; tends to overwork and exhaust herself ; making plans for scenarios that will never happen or overplanning; hiding her emotions; has a tendency to self-harm

Philosophy: the past is who you are; you can't change the past

Triggers: tight spaces; being trapped; not being able to move; deep water (she can't swim)

The Past

Parents/Guardians: her mother disappeared when Toby was fairly young (2), leaving her under the care of an abusive father. She was with him until he died 10 years later

School: "homeschooled", which means she was taught anything her father deemed fit and learned everything else from books she found

Adolescence: once she started getting older, her father decided that she could take more beatings as lessons. He died a few months later, and she left home to fend for herself

Leaving home: see above

Further education: taught herself how to survive in the outside world, how to use her mystic powers for the greater good, and how to create a few potions

First job: picked up a small job for Draxum when she was 14. She basically was the middleman for a ghost Draxum had been trying to contact (he was curious about an artifact they created), and in return he helped her develop her potion-making skills. This happened sometime during season 1.

Life events: left home at 12; found the Well of Seeing at the outskirts of the Hidden City; did a job for Draxum at 14 and developed her potion-making skills; began work on a cure for the Darner Curse; was contacted by Draxum for another job at 16; met the Hamatos not long after the Kraang invasion (the number of ghosts doubled just before the invasion)

Worst day of their life: the day she saw her ghost from the future get turned into a Draugr by her dead father

Best day of their life: probably either the day she found the Well of Seeing and made a home for herself or the day she learned to fly

Lessons: your past is not all you are. (You are also your future)

Looking back: if she could replay her life and do something differently, she isn't quite sure what she would change, if anything

Relationships

Family: she doesn't really have anyone to consider a family (until later) since her mom left, her dad was abusive, and she doesn't really have anyone else

Friends in need: not really any friends, but she's a good listener, and will be there for those who need to rant

Friendships: she has almost no friends (if you count Draxum, Huginn, and Muninn, she has exactly 3 real friends) She tends to be a loner and meets very few people to be friends with. Later, she meets the Hamato Clan and becomes a close friend to them.

Needing a friend: not really any friends, so she's used to dealing with stuff on her own

Annoyances: she internalizes everything and prefers to stay neutral in the moment

Romance: She tends to prefer quality time and trust over anything else

Marital problems: N/A

Adversaries: breaking her tryst; abuse; unfairness; insulting other people she thinks of as friends or family

Enemies: see above, but repeated infractions is what does it

Strangers: fairly respectful, but closed off towards strangers

Fun stuff: the things she likes doing with friends is almost anything; she likes her quality time

Dating: typically likes one-on-one quality time doing activities she would usually do with a group of friends. Talking, watching movies, working on projects, or just sitting quietly and reading are good

Best friend: she's pretty good friends with Huginn and Muninn, but eventually she's best friends with Cassandra

Love: Donnie!

Worst enemy: her father

Respect: everyone but her father, because he showed her none, so she gives none in return

Mingling: pretty bad at making new friends

Comfort levels: not very comfortable with talking, but she's a good listener

Physical: very tactile, extremely touch-starved, but shy about asking for physical affection

Groups: comfortable in a bigger group if she knows everyone personally; prefers smaller groups

Openness: takes a while to open up; you can't just get rid of a lifetime of hiding your opinion in fear of being hurt when someone disagrees.

Generosity: pretty generous with those in need, but also understands the idea that you can't help others if you can't help yourself

Jealousy: can get jealous of others for having an easier life, but the jealousy quickly turns to sadness

Temper: outwardly patient, but internalizes her anger until later

Empathy: typically empathetic, but she has her moments where she's clumsy with her words

Affection: tactile, but also enjoys quality time. She likes to help by being an ear to talk to, but this also leads to her internalizing other's problems

Distaste: she has this Stare. Leo calls it "The Stare of Ultimate Disappointment™". It's where she doesn't say anything, just puts on her poker face, clicks her talons on the floor, and just Stares. If she really doesn't like you, she combines the Stare with a deep thru in her throat and might start puffing up her feathers in a territorial display

Etiquette: sticks to polite norms of social situations best she can for someone from her background

Responsibility: very responsible. She often carries the responsibility of Ghost Therapist and Middleman to the Living, a very taxing job

Self esteem: poor self esteem. She worries that she'll turn out like her father

Confidence: cares what others think of her; gets upset when others doubt her abilities, then tries to prove them wrong. She already has self-doubt, she doesn't need to hear it from others

Honesty: will often keep things private if she feels it might upset someone; but she does her best to be honest otherwise

Leader or follower: neither. She's not used to being part of a group, so she typically does her own thing. She will step up when needed, though

Party tricks: can mimic sounds and voices exactly; uses her photographic memory to impress others

Praise: praise makes her awkward, but she does enjoy it

Failures: sometimes she's too tactile, so she keeps to herself unless prompted. She gets very frustrated when she can't properly convey her feelings

Criticism: she tries to prove them wrong

Insults: passive-aggressively psychoanalyzes the person who insulted her until they back off

Embarrassment: not easily flustered, but she tends to play off her embarrassment as another emotional. She hides behind her wings when flustered

Flirting: doesn't really flirt a lot

Attention span: she has ADHD. The concept of an attention span for longer than 30 minutes spent on a taxing activity is foreign to her, especially when the activity is not something she wants to do

Situations: awkward with social situations, but does her best to stay neutral

Life

Career: "Ghost Therapist and Middleman to the Living". It's very taxing, very stressful, and she didn't ask for it, but it's the best use of her abilities, so she accepts it

Promotion: N/A

Boss: N/A

Duty: listening to rants; helping ghosts and living contact the other; helping people accept grief and get closure

Tech: not very good with technology, but she likes the shiny gadgets and often hoards machinery parts

Politics: no political involvement, since she is technically not registered as an American citizen and lives too far on the outskirts of the Hidden City to interact with the Council of Heads

Combat skills: can defend herself. She often uses her talons and retractable claws in hand-to-hand combat, but she is also adept with throwing knives

Home: a bit of a hoarder. The Nest Isa perfect mix of messy and organized, so she knows where everything is but looks disorganized to the untrained eye. When everything is put up, The Nest feels too empty. When everything is on the floor, she can't find anything

Daily life: can take care of herself and her home

Independence: very independent

Cooking: she can cook, but often doesn't

Building: she built The Nest by herself, so I'd say she's pretty adept

Cleaning: typically a mix between messy and organized. See "Home"

Shopping: only goes to the store when absolutely necessary. Repurposes and fixes when possible. Forages when she can

Driving: she can technically drive a motorcycle

Finances: not really applicable

Marriage: N/A

Kids: more likely to adopt than have biological children

Pets: has a couple crow friends + Huginn and Muninn, but she doesn't think of them as pets

Dependents: N/A

Law: she's stolen a bit, and only when necessary (or when her hoarding instincts get out of control), but has never been caught

Court: N/A

Prison: N/A

Traveling: prefers to stay in one area

Medical: not really any licensed doctor for her type of being, but she can take care of herself

Illness: anxiety, ADHD

Worries: the Darner Curse; bad memories; anxiety; the problems of others (she is NOT a licensed therapist!)

Peace: prefers peace and quiet, but appreciates a good song playing in the background

Partying: prefers to stay in

Hobbies: hoarding; playing in shallow water; flying; talking to birds; talking to Huginn and Muninn; reading a good book; occasionally dances or sings (?); going for a ride of her totally-legally-aquired motorcycle that she totally bought with money, yes sir it is legal, no sir I don't know what you're talking about

[manslaught]

things your muse will notice about mine.

what they look like. lengthy version here, but a summary: the most obvious thing is that she's infuriatingly attractive, because that's aphrodite's whole thing. she's a little taller than the average height for women at 5'7. she's muscular, and though she's lean, you can tell when she moves her arms or legs that she definitely has more muscle than the average person. black hair, somewhere between wavy and curled, looking professionally done at all times (not relevant in verses she's not a demigod, since one of her powers is literally looking good at all times). golden brown eyes. a scar that cuts across her right eyebrow. a scar across her left cheekbone. her wardrobe usually consists of either an orange camp shirt or some kind of crop top, because she's annoying and wants to show off her abs as often as possible, jeans or shorts, and either white air forces or converse. the air forces are creased.

what they smell like. in all verses where she's a demigod, mikayla just naturally smells good without the need for perfume, because everything about her is supposed to be alluring. horrible at describing smells due to the fact that i can barely smell things myself, but her scent is probably a mix of vanilla, lavender, and sandalwood? i don't know. she wears perfume in verses where she's not a demigod, but i'm a cologne lesbian, so i can't name any.

what they taste like. like candy, i guess, which is the only sweet thing about this bitch. or just like mint, right after she brushes her teeth, but i think that's pretty obvious. but again, everything about her (aside from her terrible personality) is supposed to be captivating, so she tastes... good. whatever.

what they sound like. considering her voice is a part of her main power (charmspeak), she actually has a nice voice. her pitch is like? medium? so not too high and not too low, either. maybe one day i'll find a voiceclaim for her but today is not that day. mikayla having a pretty voice is unfair considering she only uses it to say horrible things half of the time, but whatever. after months of going back and forth, i've decided that she does have a decent singing voice, but she only sings when she's fucking around (in the shower, car, etc.) and has absolutely no interest in it other than that.

what they feel like. her arms and legs are hard with muscle. her hair is soft, since it's naturally healthy as fuck at all times. for the most part, her skin is smooth, without many flaws, except for her scars. her hands are probably the roughest thing about her, because while her palms are mostly soft, she has calluses at the base of her fingers from handling weapons so often. her knuckles are worse, with a decent amount of scarred tissue over them; she's also broken a few throughout her life, so some of her knuckles feel more prominent than others.

[lollytruecrimeworld]

The Beast of Farley Mount

A violent predator never identified

The “Farley Mount Rapist” is an unidentified English serial rapist who has committed at least 5 sex attacks at gunpoint on women in Winchester between 1991 and 1998 that we know of. This is Hampshire’s longest-running unsolved serial rape investigation, codenamed Operation Kayak. He has now eluded capture for 30 years.

The dark, unknown perpetrator was nick-named by the press due to all of his violent attacks taking place around Farley Mount, a beauty spot with an unusual monument on a mound in the middle of the Hampshire countryside.

Farley Mount is a popular area with dog walkers and naturalists. After hours of darkness, it is now a popular ‘dogging’ site. In the 1990’s it was a popular area frequented by courting lovers and it was them that were subjected to horrendous attacks by the depraved individual, who to date has never been identified.

Unsuspecting lovers would park in the car park and be subjected to frighteningly vicious attacks by a maniac armed with a gun when they least expected it.

The evil perpetrator always struck at night under the cover of darkness, where he would target couples in cars on isolated, quiet country roads. He would begin the attacks by acting as if he intended to rob them at gunpoint, then having gained entry to a car he tied up his victims, and forced the male into the boot of the car.

He then proceeded to abduct the female in his S registered long wheel-based Land Rover drive them away and rape them before dumping them somewhere isolated.

There is no obvious preference in age groups targeted by the monster, just that he always attacked innocent courting couples. Most of them were most likely late teens to early 20s as that was the typical age for courting couples looking to enjoy some late-night passion and solitude in what they presumed to be dark isolated areas.

The monster is described as:

5ft 8 to 6 feet tall, described as taller than average. He was aged between his late 20s to 30s, medium/stocky build with short, dark brown, wavy hair. He always wore either a black ski mask or a balaclava with his hood up. He was also described as of scruffy appearance and wore either black or surgical gloves. No obvious accent was ever identified.

He had a blue/grey shoulder bag or cream satchel which contained black quarter-inch plastic ties and two-inch wide, silver masking tape along with a black Maglite torch

During the sexual attacks, he always wore a condom and always reassured victims that he just intended to rob them before launching a vile attack on the female.

Victims of the Farley Mount Rapist

Attack 1 took place on 25th January 1991

A couple, both aged 23 years old were in their car at Beech Clump car park when a masked attacker with a handgun pulled the passenger door open demanding cash.

He proceeded to tie them up using a seatbelt and plastic garden ties. He put plastic bags over both of their heads before launching a vile sexual assault on the female. When his attack was over, the victims say that their attacker removed the plastic bags from their heads and calmly strolled off into the night.

Attack 2 took place on 3rd November 1992

10 months later, a 20-year-old female and her 23-year-old married boyfriend were cuddling in a Renault in Spindle Trees car park at 10:30 pm.

They were subjected to an attack where a torch was suddenly shone through the window before the door was pulled open and a hooded man in a black ski mask with a handgun demanded money.

The couple were both forced to kneel in the back seat of their car. The 23-year-old male was tied up and forced to get into the boot of the car. His 20-year-old girlfriend was stripped from the waist down, and had masking tape wrapped around her head “like a mummy”.

The attacker carried her to his ‘Land Rover-type car, where she was assaulted and then driven around country lanes for around 45 minutes before stopping his vehicle at an empty building.

She was then carried up two flights of stairs just inside the front door of the building and taken to a room upstairs with a single bed where he then raped her twice. Whilst being raped, she recalled hearing a refrigeration unit running but couldn’t be sure whether it was in or near the building.

He then tied her up again, and took her to his vehicle, drove around for another 30 minutes before dumping her 10 miles away in a layby near the village of Cheriton.

After the monster drove off the victim managed to bang on the door of a nearby house just before 1 am and begged the 40-year-old male householder, Jim McNab for help. Jim McNab said, “the female was standing on my doorstep in a terrible state”. The boyfriend was found by police still tied up in the boot of the car.

Attack 3 on 29th November 1994

Slightly over 2 years later, a couple was in Forest View car park, when their attack started. A man knocked on their car window waving a gun and demanding money. They gave him money through a crack in the window but then he told them to open their door. The attacker snatched their car keys and the boyfriend made a rapid movement to get out of the car. The attacker fled to his vehicle and raced away.

Attack 4 happened on 22nd April 1996

17 months later two teenagers, a female aged 16 and a male aged 18, presumed to be a couple, were in Hawthorn’s car park when the attacker struck.

He was described as wearing a balaclava and had his hood pulled up over his head. He flung the car door open and shoved a gun in their faces, demanding cash.

The couple were then tied up with the female’s handbag put over the male’s head. The female was taped around the head with masking tape and marched to a nearby vehicle and driven out past Sparsholt where the attacker sexually assaulted her before dumping her by the road.

Detectives did question a 40-year-old man in regard to the attack but he was released without further action being taken.

Reports were made on 16th June 1996 of a man in the Thicket Bottom, Rowlands Castle area stripped to the waist and wearing camouflage trousers had been seen hanging around in the woods. He was never found.

Attack 5 came on 17th June 1996

A 16-year-old female was abducted and attacked whilst out for a walk with her 28-year-old boyfriend.

The attacker who was armed with a handgun and a long-bladed hunting knife passed the couple walking in the opposite direction. The attacker turned, produced his weapons and grabbed the female at gunpoint. He subjected her to a 60-minute ordeal in woods near Havant, Hampshire.

The boyfriend trailed them through the woods in the best way he could at a discreet distance but after losing sight of them he ran to a house near the woods at Thicket Bottom, Rowland’s Castle, Havant.

He was able to alert police that his girlfriend had been snatched whilst they were out for a walk and they immediately launched a search of the woodland area just north of Havant.

Armed officers searched the entire area with the assistance of a helicopter equipped with thermal imaging cameras and sniffer dogs. The young female was found in a distressed state still in the company of her attacker about an hour later. The attacker fled through the trees and managed to give the police the slip.

The female ran towards the police sobbing, it is not known if she was injured. This happened during the evening but it was still daylight. This case was considered to possibly be linked to the Farley Mount rapes.

Officers surrounded a house in Leigh Park, Havant at 3 am on the 19th of June, they raided the house and arrested a local man who was questioned at Havant police station. A police spokesperson said a gun and knife were found during a search of the house. He was later released with no further action.

Attack 6 came on 28th May 1998 — A failed attempt

A couple both aged 19 years old were in Spindle Trees car park between 10:30 pm and 11:22 pm, an attacker tried the door handle of their car. Before he could demand any cash from them, the male started the car engine and drive off, leaving the attacker standing alone.

Final possible attempted attack 2002

A man reported that he believed he and his girlfriend had been targeted by the beast at the beauty spot. He managed to scare the attacker and the attacker fled.

The intended victims heard the man drive off and decided to follow him. They witnessed him at the wheel of an S registration Series Three Land Rover with a canvas roof. A 40-year-old man was arrested later that year, but due to a lack of hard evidence, no prosecution was brought against him.

These seem to be the only recorded cases thought to be linked to the beast of Farley Mount. There were no further reported attacks, what happened to this dangerous individual? Judging by his description he would be around 60 years old now. Why did the attacks happen? More to the point how did they stop just as quickly?

I would like to dig deeper into this investigation, there has to be more to it. Where did the man get the weapons? What happened to the vehicle? Quite an unusual vehicle to be running around Hampshire, was it maybe used by a farm or country house gardener?

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[stellylee]

A LIL ABOUT ME…

What is your character’s full name?: Estelle Lee Carter.

When were they born?: January 15, 1993 in Nawleans.

What are their parent’s names?: Landon (father) and Ava (mother).

Do they have any brothers or sisters?: No other blood relatives (maybe half-siblings on their father’s side, they’re really not sure at this point), but they do have one step-brother, Chetan Gupta.

What kind of eyes do they have?: Stelly has hazel eyes that always seem like they’re up to no good. Twinkling, clear and very vivid.

What kind of hair do they have?: That depends on their mood. Most days just straight, dark brown hair, but they tend to shake it up a lot; locs, curly, wavy, anything.

What is their complexion like?: Stelly has immaculate skin; very well taken care of and soft and clear. She was born into a mixed family and has skin somewhere between medium and tan in tone.

What body type are they?: Naturally slim, a little athletic, but with curves.

What is listening to their voice like?: Stelly has a somewhat smokey, deep voice that resonates. It’s pleasant, but also kind of sexy.

What do they hate most about themselves?: Who has time to hate themselves? They’re maybe not fond of their inability to ever let things go, though. And they hate when their mom says, “you remind me of your father.”

Do they have a favorite quote?: “You are either getting better or getting worse, but you are never staying the same.” -- Drew Brees.

What sort of music do they enjoy?: A lot of 80s music, some rock, some pop, jazz music -- they love jazz music.

Have/would they ever cheat(ed) on a partner?: Nah, they’re not the type. They haven’t done a lot of relationships, either, to be honest.

Have they been cheated on by a partner?: Not that they know of.

Have they ever lost someone close to them?: Technically, Stelly counts their father leaving as a ‘loss’ since they don’t really want all that much to do with them.

What is their favorite sound?: The sound of their mother singing in the kitchen while she’s making a batch of jambalaya.

Are they judgmental of others?: Not really. But they do have an epic resting bitch face that can make it seem that way.

Have they ever been drunk?: Yeah, of course. Not as often as one would think, but it’s definitely happened.

What are they like when they stay up all night?: Not much different from what they’re like when they don’t!

Have they ever been arrested?: Not yet.

What evokes strong memories for them?: Mardi Gras. Also, the scent of fresh beignets, since they lived really close to one of the best shops to grab beignets in.

What do they do on rainy days?: Edit photographs, to be honest. No better time to catch up on work than that!

What religion are they?: On good days, Stelly identifies as agnostic. But they do lean towards atheism more than anything.

What word do they overuse the most?: “Yep,” followed closely by, “coming right up.”

What do they wear to bed?: That fully depends on the weather, but normally a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, unless it’s really warm, and then underwear and a sports bra.

Do they have any tattoos or piercings?: They have a fleur de is tattooed on the back of their neck and several piercings in their ears. At one point their septum and navel were pierced, as well.

What type of clothing are they most comfortable in?: Anything black; but black jeans and a t-shirt with a loose cardi over top is normally a good wardrobe to find them in.

What is their most disliked food?: Stelly, disliking food? Not all that common. They’re not super into salads of any kind, though.

Do they have any enemies?: Maybe not enemies, but definitely people that aren’t fond of them and people that they aren’t fond of in return.

What does their writing look like?: Like basic handwriting, but maybe a little ‘old fashioned,’ since their mother worked really hard with them on writing when they were young.

What disgusts them?: Cruelty to animals.

[tea-kitten]

@pangur-and-grim DDDD': I cannot roast the boy! He is a precious baby sweetie and I'll start by saying healthy, happy, and the cat you needed are always the most important things you should be looking for.

I scoured your blog for photos to judge because I have been hungrily shoveling all your updates into my face but I'm not in a position I can make demonstratives or draw arrows on his photos or anything, so sorry! I shall try to be descriptive and use pictures of my own cats as demonstratives.

HEAD: The ideal shape of a Devon's head should fit neatly onto an equilateral triangle drawn from eartip to eartip to chin, with ears set more toward the sides of the head and a nice wide "landing strip" between them. Belphie looks a bit like my very first devon, Jasmine, who had more upright ears than the breed standard aims for. His ears are nice and big though and they should stay that way, which is good!

Jasmine on her 17th birthday; probably a decent approximation of Belphie's adult head shape (note: Devons either age gracefully like queens or slowly morph into Gollum and there is no in-between, embrace the madness with them).

My parents' cat Jubilee is a good example of the ideal head. She was a retired show queen we were beyond lucky to provide a forever home for once her mothering days were done. MUZZLE: An important but hard to explain feature is the Devon Rex's "nose stop", the angled portion of the nose bridge. Where Pangur and many breeds like hers have long convex noses without stops and Persians are bred to have almost no nose bridge with a very severe stop, the Devon nose stop should be well-defined and ideally form a right angle from the brow ridge to the muzzle. The chin should be just about flush with the upper jaw. Belphie's got a bit of a weak nose stop and an overbite/weak chin that makes his nose look a little bit long for the standard. The nose stop is one of the most difficult features to get right, so this is a pretty common fault (Jasmine also had a weak nose stop). You'll see Devons with too sharp of a stop sometimes as well, which taken too far starts straying into brachy breathing problem territory. If I had to pick an incorrect muzzle, I'd go for the weak nose stop over a severe one every time!

On the left is my girl Ripley when she was a little under a year old, and on the right is my old boy Vitas (he'll be 14 next Saturday!) when he was about 3. Both of them have a decent stop just shy of that desired 90 degree angle; Ripley's jaw set is correct, while Vitas has a heckin puny chin under a proper-length muzzle. Belphie's chin is somewhere between theirs but his nose stop is quite shallow.

BODY: Cats of course come in one of 3 basic shapes- square, round, and triangular. Pangur is triangular and so are Siamese, Cornish Rexes, etc. Cats like the British Shorthair and Persian are round. Devons are very much in the square category and Belphie fits that to a T. Good straight back, skull is boxy when viewed from the side, good square hips, and his forelegs seem to be properly straight and under him. Bulldoggish elbows that stick out from the body can turn into arthritis in senior or overweight cats. Devons are not large, with females often ranging from 6-9lbs and males ranging from 8-11lbs. My mom's cat Lacey is tiny and is a super-fit 5.5lbs. Jasmine was a healthy weight around 9-10lbs and Vi is right around 11 at his current age. Ripley weighs 6.5-7lbs. COAT: That magical mystery box element that takes 1-2 years to grow in! There is no actual standard length for the breed and I've seen a couple of medium-haired cats, but most Devons are short-haired. A breeding queen will often have a much shorter coat than the same queen will grow after she has been spayed. Curls can be wavy or poodly, as long as there is curl. Texture can be cottony/fleecy or silky. Because they are missing a coat of fur, certain areas will nearly always be bald or sparsely furred, such as the top of the head, the neck, and the underbelly. Judges aren't supposed to deduct points from a kitten for having a sparse coat since most Devons molt at about 3 months, but they will definitely favor a kitten WITH hair over one without (>.>). They also aren't supposed to fault an adult for a sparse belly and neck, but they will still favor a cat with better coverage (again, >.>). The whiskers are also affected by the gene that causes the curl, so they are often brittle and prone to curling and breaking. Whiskers that curl up near the eyes should be trimmed short just for health reasons. You probably won't know exactly how Belphie's coat will look until he's around 2 years old, but here's Ripley at 5 months vs Ripley at 2 years old.

You can see her belly is still naked at 2. At 7 years, I can assure you it is still naked. Jasmine and Vitas have much closer to full body coverage.

I hope this was informative and I love Belphie, especially all his many faces and all the wonderful art! Belphie content is holding me over until I bring my own new kitten Fable home in the fall.

Belphie looks so handsome today

[theogreenwood]

INFORMATION & STATISTICS FOR THEODORE GREENWOOD

"Success is not final, failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts." — Winston Churchill

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Theodore Alexander Greenwood

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Theo

Date of Birth: October 15th, 1992

Age: 32

Gender + Pronouns: Male, He/Him

Place of birth: Northknot, CA

Parents: Archibald & Clara

Siblings: Miles & Wyndham (Younger brothers)

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Mixed; Strained relationship with his siblings but wants to rekindle those relationships, Kind of distant with parents because he's trying to be his own person for a change

Pets: None

PHYSICAL:

Height: 6′ 1″ (185 cm)

Build: Well-toned and athletic

Species: Tree Fairy

Distinguishing Facial Features: High cheekbones, a strong jawline, and often a serious, intense expression that sometimes softens into a warm smile

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Usual Hair Style: Short back and sides with the middle a little longer and sometimes with a side part

Eye Color: Brown

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birthmarks, scars): Clear, medium to light skin tone

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Anxiety, Stress

What do they consider their best feature?: His strong work ethic and leadership skills

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: During a rare moment of rebellion, Theo decided to indulge in a challenging mountain climb with friends, despite his strict schedule. As he reached the summit, a misstep caused him to fall, resulting in a severe fracture to his leg. The injury required extensive rehabilitation and left him with a permanent reminder of his brief, wild adventure; an experience he seldom speaks of but which still haunts his memories

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: A well-tailored suit, dark grey or navy blue, paired with a crisp dress shirt and polished shoes

Glasses? Contacts?: Reading glasses

Personal Hygiene: Impeccably clean and meticulous

Tattoos? Piercings?: None

What does their voice sound like?: His voice is deep and controlled, with a formal tone

Accent?: Slightly refined

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: He has a habit of straightening his clothes or adjusting his tie when nervous. He is also prone to a contemplative, brooding gaze when deep in thought

Left handed or right?: Right

Do they work out/exercise?: Yes, very disciplined and exercises daily

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: English, German, French, Latin

Zodiac: Libra

Gifts/talents: Strategic Thinking, Problem Solving, Public Speaking, Teaching

Religious stance: Religious like in a traditional sense

Pet peeves: Disorganization, Ignorance of rules, Unpunctuality, Carelessness, Disrespect for authority

Optimist or pessimist: Somewhere in between, balancing a realistic view of the world with a sense of duty and responsibility

Extrovert or introvert: Introvert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHIPS:

Relationship status: Single, In a relationship with Olivia Bancroft

Sexual orientation: Straight

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in a mate: His ideal qualities in a mate are reliability, respect for tradition, intelligence strong values and supportiveness

Ever been in love?: Yes

What’s their love language?: Acts of Service

Most important person in their life?: His parents, Archibald and Clara, despite the complex relationship, and Olivia, his secret partner

VOCATION:

Level of education: Doctorate Degree

Profession: Professor of Medicine at Northknot University/Tree Clan Leader

Past occupations: Worked at the library during college

Passions: Reading, Learning, History, Academic Research, Nature Conservation

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves

SECRETS:

Phobias: Has a fear of failure, losing control and disruption of order

Life goals: To uphold the clan’s legacy, excel in his academic career and find personal fulfillment and balance

Greatest fears: Failing to live up to his parents’ expectations, Being unable to maintain control

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: During a prestigious academic conference, Theo accidentally spilled a cup of coffee down the front of his impeccably tailored suit while giving a keynote address. Flustered and with his shirt stained, he struggled to maintain his composure as he continued speaking, his usual confidence marred by the visible mishap. The incident became a whispered topic among colleagues, adding an unexpected layer of humility to his otherwise polished image

Something they’ve never told anyone: Theo has a hidden sanctuary deep in the forest, far from the reach of his clan and parents. It’s a small, concealed glen surrounded by ancient trees that only a few, rare fairies can find. This place is where he truly feels free—his personal escape from the pressures of his role and his family’s expectations

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Playing chess, Gardening, Listening to classical music

Favorite color: Dark blue

Favorite smell: Freshly cut grass, Old books

Favorite food: Roast beef

Favorite book: The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

Favorite movie: The Godfather

Favorite song: Spartacus by Alex North

Coffee or tea?: Coffee, a strong, dark roast

Favorite type of weather: Crisp, clear days with mild temperatures

Most used word or phrase?: “As per protocol”

EXTRAS:

MBTI: ISTJ (The Logistician) - Theo is detail-oriented, rule-following, and responsible, with a strong sense of duty and structure. He values tradition and prefers to work within established systems, reflecting the ISTJ’s traits

Alignment: Lawful Neutral - Theo adheres strictly to rules and duties, often placing his obligations and adherence to tradition above personal desires or moral considerations. He respects structure and authority, even if it conflicts with his personal feelings

Enneagram: Type 1 (The Reformer) - Theo’s adherence to rules, his desire to improve and maintain order, and his sense of responsibility align well with the Type 1 personality. He strives to be perfect and uphold standards, influenced heavily by his upbringing

Celtic Tree: Oak - The Oak tree symbolizes strength, leadership, and endurance. Theo, as a clan leader who values tradition and has a solid, dependable nature, aligns well with the Oak’s symbolism

Temperament: Melancholic - Theo’s brooding demeanor, introspection, and preference for solitude reflect the Melancholic temperament. He is thoughtful, detail-oriented, and often focused on achieving perfection

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw - Theo’s intellectual pursuits, academic role, and preference for order and knowledge fit well with Ravenclaw values. He appreciates learning and wisdom, though his adherence to rules and traditions is also a strong aspect of his character

Element: Earth - Theo’s connection to the tree clan and his grounded, stable nature reflect the qualities of the Earth element. He values stability, tradition, and practicality

[thenightlymirror]

I went into work today, and right after the morning meeting, my boss says, okay you’re driving one of the vans over to this cemetery in the city. He takes his truck. I get there. Stand at the desk where a red haired Russian woman is on the phone for a minute. There is also an older white man in shorts and a Cubs t-shirt sitting on the couch in the lobby. When she is finally off the phone, I hand her the keys to the van. She is very confused, so I have to explain the details to her a few times.

Jim comes in and immediately begins talking to the man on the couch. He was a former district manager who now spends his time in retirement between here and his second home in the Philippines. (Who can say?) The cemetery manager comes out and I tell him I’m Jim’s chauffeur today. Jim tells him “He’s going to be sitting around for a while.”

They go to the back to talk.

I can hear Marcy’s deep T-voice back in the office somewhere. They pop out. “I was hoping to see you today.”

They walk right past me. “You didn’t.”

I step outside and see them shoot down the path on their one-speed. I stare at granite for a while. Take photos of lichens on the old civil war monuments. It takes a few minutes to shake off the embarrassment of not really being as cool as Marcy, and being so nakedly corny and over-eager to talk to them. I should probably be a meaner person.

I walk in again. Use the bathroom. Find some coffee. I see that there is an arrangement room prepared for a rather large meeting. I decide those donuts are probably not for me then. I sit on the chair outside, and make small talk with the staff who pop out to see me. I don’t know anyone. I recognize the office manager. She’s smiles and banter for a bit, and other people see that I’m popular so make little jokes back and forth as well. As this is happening, a trail of big wigs start filing in.

All the sales managers of the east coast are in town to visit for this meeting. Dear god.

Marcy is attempting to cross the lobby and halts awkwardly trying to laser through their meat with their eyes. I encourage them to use violence. We talk for a bit in the middle of this vortex about lichen farming, and agree that steeled granite would be the best medium. They have a theory on tributaries engraved in the naked granite to facilitate growth. I’ve been mostly curious about fertilizers, and believe supersaturating the steeled granite in piss might actually be the secret ingredient. Our conversation is interrupted by the cattle exiting the arrangement room with their engraved cemetery shot glasses with Malort mini bottles.

Jim’s truck is gigantic and the inside looks like the future. He takes me on a tour of the cemetery. I’ve totally forgotten until this moment that he is also the manager here. When the hell does that happen?

I make small talk about lichens.

We stop at a hot dog barn and I chat up the boy at the counter. He’s quiet and I’m asking his opinions on the existence of extraterrestrials to amuse myself. Jim tells him, “You know you don’t have to speak to this guy.”

“He’s not your boss,” I tell the kid.

When we get outside, Jim says “I thought you were about to ask him his sign.” I wasn’t thinking about it, but I was technically just flirting with a guy in front of my boss. This was a strange job where I was basically hired on the collective understanding that I was an unrepentant gay man. Tempered by Jim also having to witness me fall in love with several of my female coworkers.

I only wrote to mention this moment.

Later, the new receptionist stopped by to chat as I listened to REM at my desk, and I told Margie to tell her some Studio 54 stories since New York was mentioned. Marla asked about all the writing on the wall behind Margie’s desk.

We have a height wall. Marked in pencil. Everyone’s names. Micheal Jordan hovering over the top of everyone’s heads. She wants to go up there, but Carl insists she has to wait 90 days. Jim is amused, and thinks she should go up now.

“UP AGAINST THE WALL!” I shout, and pencil her in. The sales manager also gets marked. Move the chair. UP AGAINST THE WALL! That’s our boy. That’s our boy. I’ll do this fair. He’s worked here for 20 years and never been marked. He seems like a man who was recently visited by Christmas Past.

[lizxmorgrave]

“You’re mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.” Lewis Carroll

THE BASICS Full Name: Elizabeth Grace Morgrave Nickname: Liz (very limited usage), Lizzy (Noah, exclusive) Species: Original Vampire Age: Unknown (looks early to mid 20s) Birthdate: January 30 Place of birth: Raven’s Peak Education: Several degrees after all these years Occupation: Artist Current residence: In process of moving; will likely split residence between her brothers Face Cast: Eiza González

FUN NOTES Element: Water Star sign: Aquarius Archetype: The Creator Favourite season: Autumn Daemon: Prosimian – Ring-tailed lemur

PERSONALITY MATRIX Choose one option from each line to create a distinct and detailed personality for your characters:

Selfish or Altruistic? Selfish Aggressive or Passive? Passive Dishonourable or Honourable? Honourable Disordered or Ordered? Disordered Believer or Sceptic? Believer Fervent or Restrained? Fervent Apathetic or Inquisitive? Inquisitive

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APPEARANCE Gender Identity: Female Eyes: Dark Brown Hair: Dark Brown Height: 5’ 8” Build: Slim Other distinguishing features: n/a

RELATIONSHIPS Family: Noah, Victor, Ronan - brothers; Joanne - sister Closest friend(s): Lincoln Moreau, The Morettis (Anitta, Adelaide, Atlas), Rowen Ravenlock, Chuck Davenport Other friends: Beau Wolfsong Acquaintances: Briar Vadeboncoere, Jason Park Enemies: All hunters Love interest(s): ?? Sexuality: Asexual – she’s sensual, enjoys cuddling and curling up with people, but she doesn’t like sex

PSYCHOLOGY Personality type: somewhere between ENFP (The Campaigner) & INFP (The Mediator) Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Enneagram: 7 – The Enthusiast Strengths: Creative, quirky, compassionate Weaknesses: Reckless, nosy, scatterbrained

Creative, artistic, and easily diverted, she enjoys showing her emotions by pouring them out in her art. Often, she will start one project only to find herself drawn to something else because a new inspiration hits her in the middle of a walk. Or a rainstorm. Or a dream. She’s often been known to get up in the middle of the night to create something. Because she has trouble focusing – and she’s lived a ridiculous number of years – she’s learned quite a few different mediums and doesn’t see why she should be stuck with just one.

If she didn’t need money for basic necessities, she’d probably just give her artwork away on a whim, enjoying the delight people take in having one-of-a-kind works of art. Even with that need, she’s been known to let her work go for less than its worth if someone really likes it. Other times, she’ll attend small town fairs and offer her skills for free for children – doing face painting or random little sketches of their family, friends, etc.

Elizabeth’s chief loyalty is now – and likely will always be – for her siblings. She has several circles of loyalty, and people can move closer . . . or drop away.

HISTORY TRIGGER WARNING : blood, violence, death

Elizabeth Grace Morgrave …

It had been a name for her to grow into, or that’s what she thought she remembered her mother telling her. To be completely honest, she could barely remember her parents these days. She remembered her siblings better. At least their faces came more clearly to her, but then again, she’d been the baby of the family and looked up to them. Not that she thought she had any chance of matching them, but she could admire them.

One thing she did remember – she’d been considered odd.

With her short attention span and her desire to sketch, paint, or sculpt, she had ignored many of her lessons, and didn’t bother looking to find a mate or a partner. It wasn’t that she was a loner, or wanted to be alone, it just never struck her as that important. Surely there would be time in the future, right? Instead, she wanted to throw herself into creating things of beauty and wonder. Her powers had always been focused on her artwork, and she would often wander off when it came time to do any serious work regarding the maintenance of the protective spells around Raven’s Peak. Had she been punished for that? Or had she been indulged?

Why couldn’t she remember?

Then again, when everything seemed to go to hell and the night blew up around her … she would give anything to forget that night.

Everything seemed to burn, as if her very body rebelled against her. The power within her twisted and turned, curving in on itself until she felt as if she’d been rewritten altogether. And hadn’t she been? For when she rose from that frightening night, she burned with a new craving. Something clawed at her throat, and she’d felt her teeth elongating as the hunger struck.

A hunger for blood.

How many had she killed in those first years? How many bodies had she left in her wake?

She couldn’t remember that either, but she thanked all the powers of the universe for the blur on her memory of those days. What she did remember – mostly in nightmares and snatches of memory – spoke of fire, blood, terror, and panic. Or the sound of screaming. She also remembered disgust and despair scratching at her mind whenever she managed to come back to herself. Tempted to shut off her emotions, Elizabeth had never quite managed to make that final turn. Her emotions – and the creativity they spawned – were the only things she’d been able to depend on after she managed to sate the blood lust. She’d lost track of her siblings, somehow never managing to cross paths with them even when she returned to Raven’s Peak.

Not that she stayed long. Was it still home? Could it be?

Ever so often, her path would cross with other vampires, many of whom had descended from her and her siblings, and she would feel the guilt swirl through her belly, knowing they’d done this to other humans. It prevented her from ever putting down roots in any one place – always footloose and ready to move on as soon as things became too complicated or uncomfortable.

Elizabeth lives off her art, unique creations she sells at markets, shows, and various roadside stalls in order to maintain enough money keep herself on the road as the human world expanded. She doesn’t shy away from technology, but it worries her. How are they going to stay out of sight with all of these new advances? For now, she knows this Bohemian lifestyle of hers makes her eccentric if apparently harmless, but she’s turned her feet back towards Raven’s Peak.

It might be time for her to take shelter in the quiet, protected corner of the world until she knows what to do next.

WANTED CONNECTIONS “Children” – Vampire(s) she turned, and Elizabeth can be quite picky since she learned control. Some types she would have turned include artists, musicians/bards, even warriors if they won her attention. (For example, there’s no doubt Elizabeth found herself charmed and amused by a Viking at one point and turned him.)

Enemy with a Crush – It would be interesting to see a hunter who falls for Elizabeth and starts trying to win her trust. It would definitely take a long time, so it would have to be someone willing to be patient.