of the stars ;

dr. clara samson (keket) / 5500+ / demigod, halfblood, aspect / physician

[wae-teeth]

on the third day of clownmas +7: @brightclara

"Keket had never asked to be born this way, not wholly fey nor entirely Drow. Unwelcome in the Otherworld and not belonging to the mortal realm either. She did not ask to live again, nor to be a target for an identity and gift beyond her control."

[phoebetonk]

Kat Graham as Erica Miller in “Operation Christmas Drop” (2020)

[padmaddean]

Claire & Eve

Heatwave (2022)

[tvdversegifs]

BONNIE BENNETT 

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES | S01E03

[lifelovemusiq]

[outofcontextarthur]

[hollandershane]

TVD MEME: 3/10 QUOTES → BONNIE BENNETT | S01E07

[renxfields]

@brightclara location: Lupercal notes: Mother

"Are you going to be patching these lycans up again like last year?" Clara had donated her time to what was arguably not the most worthy of causes, but where there were injuries, she was generally there lending a hand. "I could help if you want an extra set of hands." Renfield held them up, "I still just have two." It was a very lame attempt at a joke but the hollowborn was still adjusting to this change, effectively mortal and powerless. It made everything more difficult but it was still manageable.

[brightclara]

She'd always liked lycans, they were just so... wild, loyal, mostly uncaring about politics and things that made life difficult. Most of the time they minded their own damn business and Clara never had any issues with them trying to steal her blood - which made them a minority. So she had no qualms patching them up, just as long as they finally got some sex ed and taught their newer ones not to get so damn panicked after they finished in the bedroom. Ever since Lupercal was built and their clinic, she got less of those visits though so she was happy to be there.

She grinned at his joke, unbothered and quite accustomed to dark humour in the medical field. "I will help out here if it gets really rough so I appreciate it." Clara smiled. "Right now though, seems things are doing alright. Remus is definitely earning a scowl or two though... he can turn into anything, I can make anything... except a new personality for him. So we all have to deal with his show off attitude for today." Though she didn't seem genuinely bothered by it, more amused than anything.

[dhcmpirs]

"Don't." He takes the pill from her anyways and he pops it like candy and then sits there with his elbows on his knees. It's a quiet plea on account of he can handle her chastising him. This though, trying to take care of him is something that feels like she's peeled a few layers of skin away. For all the stress he gives her, he doesn't really deserve her kindness and yet she's giving it to him anyways. "I'm still not sleeping or maybe I am, but it's in weird places." Kay very much wanted to make the joke of 'well how much time do you have', but he's too tired to annoy her again. "Gabe's gone, Cloe's an eladrin, I've been demoted from sidekick to somebody she used to know and I'm just-" Fingers run through his hair a couple of times, drag across his scalp, smooth over his face and mostly he just hates this. The constant hopelessness no matter if he's fucking up or not and God does he keep fucking up. "I just want something to cut out the withdrawl, I will get my shit together if you keep me from crawling up the walls." There's got to be something, he'd done things the old fashioned way last time he'd gotten clean, checked himself in somewhere. That'd sucked, but what sucked more was waking up on the bathroom floor literally crying and shaking and throwing up and tearing apart his house for whatever was left of his stash.

[brightclara]

He's falling apart. And maybe Clara could effortlessly harden her heart to the sight of strangers doing so but halfbloods had a special place in her heart, halfbloods especially like Kay who she saw so often and got to know well. Against her better judgement, she had grown to care more personally for the dhampir and the sight of him in such pain would have sent pangs through her heart if it could still beat in her chest. But it still hurt the Aspect in a deeper way, in a way she couldn't feel physically but she knew in her soul

"This is the sort of hell you can't get out of in any way but through. I've seen it countless times before so I will tell you that I know it has always been worth it... but it's not easy and it's going to be painful." He was withdrawing, something that made her prouder than she could say and which only served to further soften her to his pain. "I don't think you should be alone for this. Not at home, not at work, not anywhere. For the support, both physical and emotional, you need someone at your side until the worst of it is over."

[bennettmaximoff]

Kat Graham for Harper’s Bazaar 2023

Photo Credit : Carly Dame

[dhcmpirs]

Kay sits there perfectly still and just lets her fret over him and he hates that he kind of likes it. His mom used to patch up any scrapes and bruises from brush ins with assholes in high school, chastise him the entire time. A girlfriend in college had done the same thing. It's stupid, the way he clings to attention and affection like a child. "I'm taking whatever I can to keep me from losing my shit." He explains, eyes on the bulletin board on the opposite wall of her office. "But I'm running out and would very much like to try to be functional." There's a dryness to all of it, like he's exasperated by the whole process because he is.

[brightclara]

"You said you fixed it, you said you aren't haunted by the Keres anymore," she pointed out almost impatiently, feeling his pulse again and hating the accelerated, unnatural fluttering of it. Clara digs into her bag, rattling a few containers of pills. "What is making you 'lose your shit', Kay?" She's more patient and gentle now, happy to find the right pills as she opens the container. Clara offers him one, a pill only meant to slow his dangerously high heart rate.

"What's going on with you? All I know is you were doing much better before all of this."

[lydiabranwell]

“Don’t be bitter. It provokes wrinkles.”

[roplusglam]

[servantofnature]

Bonnie Bennett meme: Having none of your shit

[phoenixwanda]

Bonnie + Smiling Because She’s Happy requested by anonymous 

[aeliamaia]

who: @brightclara where: Swanford & Samson

She feels shiny and new having regained her humanity, only she still remains a terror -- the darkness hadn't been cleared out completely she only has a clearer mind, an ability to understand morality and repercussions, revenge doesn't hold her tightly but violence still lives in her bones that was dredged up from the grave-dirt. Hunger still exists in the pit of her stomach and she wants to consume, flesh and magic that is intertwined. Keket understood her darkness but she can't help but wish to share the news with her girlfriend, feeling as if a day might have arrived where she could actually make her proud. "I bring lunch, a chicken ceaser wrap and news that a ritual has been done to restore my humanity. It's not an easy ritual, it involves being buried again but it's changed things for me."

[brightclara]

Clara's side of the clinic had remained closed for a few weeks. She'd returned during Christmas, if only to make sure things were still going well. But there was no reason to continue staying away from all those she loved, not when it was likely she would find nothing more in the vastness and infinite expanse of the Otherworld. The leave had done wonders for her mental health but the Aspect knew from her own experience that loneliness was only a balm, not a cure. She worried for Ren, she missed Aelia. So she returned. The doors were wide open again, the place put back to normal as Clara started organizing appointments again. Her office door hadn't been closed when footsteps approached and she looked up to a sight that would have made her heart skip a beat if the damned organ still worked.

She smiled without thought, getting up and opening her mouth to speak only to close it again as Aelia's words sunk her. Her smile disappeared and her head canted. "Ritual? What... What do you mean?" She'd heard talk of ghouls and rituals but this was long ago and the Aspect was no expert. "Are you alright?" She gestured to the comfy seats across the desk, her eyes not leaving Aelia's as Clara moved to sit.

[dhcmpirs]

* "So I think we did it." Big emphasis on think, he's still not sleeping on account of he kind of finds himself disassociating and then winding up somewhere else. Not quite sleep walking, but he's also dealing with shoveling whatever is left of his stash into his system because he's told himself he'd go until he ran out. "But I um," What he has left is demon blood and weed, he spends ample time on the bathroom floor. Kay looks over at her from the couch in her office and he sighs, runs a somewhat shaky hand through his hair. "Got anything to keep me from crawling up the fucking walls while I sweat all this shit out, doc?"

[brightclara]

Days later. The office was closed; Clara had been making to leave but it had all been opened up again when she got word that Kay was back. The Aspect waited impatiently, finding what she could of supplies and putting them together before she heard footsteps in the hallway. With a bag of supplies, the Aspect headed back to her office and found him there. She let out a sigh of relief, a short lived look of it as she scanned him over with her eyes.

"You appeased the Keres? Then what happened to you?" Although she more than suspected what. Clara sighed again, this time a sigh of concern and frustration as she chucked the bag of medical supplies on the chair next to her and leaned down to hand-inspect the dhampir. Little floated lights flashed in one of his eyes, than another, and then illuminated the path of her hand as she turned his head by his chin. "You smell like weed." The back of her hand came to his neck, feeling his skin quality and pulse at once. "Demon blood again too?"

[renxfields]

Renfield understood the need to run off, it wasn't like the thought hadn't crossed his mind. Naturally, he couldn't now; the hollowborn would be an easy target out in the Otherworld. Most people were but Renfield wouldn't need to tell Clara not to do anything reckless or stupid while she was out there. The aspect was probably the smartest person he'd ever met. Renfield held the device that Clara had made gingerly in his hand as he turned it over and inspected it, clever. Rome was where so many things had gone wrong, where his life had been turned upside down and where he'd caused so much pain. Running away would have been easy, but instead, the hollowborn would opt to stay and just keep putting one foot in front of another; maybe someday, an opportunity would present itself where he could try to atone. "Just be careful." Renfield said, he paused for a second, but even in this the hollowborn was already in motion as he folded his arms around her.

[brightclara]

A hug had been rare from Renfield. It warmed Clara to her core and she had to restrain herself from tearing up. Then and there she didn't want to leave, not ever again. But she'd be useless to Ren and this city, and more importantly to herself, in this state. Her patience had run thin enough that she'd been about a second away from kabobing a rude man on the street just the other day. She woke up angry and went to bed angry. Her pain made her want to explode. She was light, she made light, but there was a darkness in her that Keket had long ago come to see in herself. She knew what she wanted and that wasn't that. She had told now Ren that she believed what you chose made you more than what you were born as and had natural affinity for. From experience, Keket believed that completely.

The Aspect knew well how to quell the apathy and the violence that came from eons of life and bitterness. The one thing that Keket didn't run from was her darkness - she redirected it. So she had to leave, at least for a little bit. Her darkness was born in the Otherworld, and to the Otherworld it belonged. Perhaps she would get no answers from the creatures and places she found, no answers about her strange immortality, but she would at least get her chosen form of therapy. When humans had a bad day, they might wreck a car or a relationship; Keket could wreck a city. "Always," she murmured, closing her eyes and squeezing Ren just a little more tightly. She'd sooner be there to protect Ren's city and his people than make a mess of it. She'd return to make sure of it.

END.