the archer;

dependant mumu blog for @marinahq. penned by dani.

[sinistersick]

With the shrug of her shoulders, Aurora dismissed the concern just as easily as he had done so. Time had been an enemy of hers since high school and followed her still in her inability to gauge its chime. As long as she arrived at places - relatively soon - then all things worked themselves out. “  Leaves?  ” She asked, shaking her hair as a wet dog would its fur, in an attempt to loosen their grip on her stands, “  Are there a lot?  ” Rory went on to ask, unintentionally ignoring his question. She had no clue where they might have come from. 

Not noticing any shedding from her head, she reached into her hair to retrieve them one by one and gathered them on the palm of her hand. “  I had this dream about Ken being inside my den, and we held each other and kissed like we're sweethearts.  ” Aurora explained, holding back her grin as she quickly gave up on her hair and reached to link her arm in his while moving them along closer to the ice cream stall. The longer they waited the longer the line would get and she had eyes on a group of teenagers heading in their directions. “  I really want the rainbow sherbet. What about you? What are you getting? Chocolate and vanilla swirl? Or do you like the caramel or syrup ones more?  ”

[brightstvrlights]

“ No  not  really,  just  a  few, ”  Henry  replies  politely,  already  regretting  bringing  it  up  for  fear  of  embarrassing  Rory.  It’s  always  out  of  a  silent  protectiveness  if  anything  —  maybe  she  could  have  fallen  over  and  hurt  herself.  His  blue  eyes  quickly  scan  the  bare  skin  of  her  knees  for  scratches  but  find  none.  Relief.  He  gently  brushes  some  stray  leaves  from  the  shoulder  of  her  light  sweater  before  his  arm  is  linked  with  hers  and  he’s  being  led  back  to  the  bored  faces  of  the  teenage  girls  behind  the  stand  he’s  become  too  acquainted  with  already.  At  least  now  he  has  proof  that  he  really  was  waiting  for  somebody,  and  not  just  loitering  like  some  kind  of  freak.  “ Who’s  Ken? ”  He  asks  dumbly,  looking  at  the  chalked  menu  board  pretending  like  he  hasn’t  already  studied  it  ten  minutes  prior  to  now.  “ Ummm  …  I  think  I’ll play  it  safe  today  and  get  the  chocolate  and  vanilla.  But  maybe  we  can  trade  a  spoonful  each? ”

[sinistersick]

“  No?  ” she asked, lowered tone and tilted head, “  Do I give off puritan slut?  ” The thought of it was comical, especially where she was concerned. Drugs were such a constant in her life that they easily passed as her reason to keep on. Family, which for some may have been the go to motivator, was less common - even nonexistent, she would say. “  I left that position to my ex, but I’m sure I can find a cute little nun outfit if that gets you off… Do I get a discount then?  ”

[brightstvrlights]

“ Fuck  no,  not  at  all, ”  Dylan  counters  immediately  with  an  amused  snort.  “ I  don’t  think  there’s  a  person  alive  that  would  think  you’re  any  kind’a  pure,  Val.  Just  didn’t  think  you’d  be  this  mellow.  I  would’ve  expected  much  harder  shit  for  your  psycho  fuckin’  brain. ”  He  takes  a  slow  swig  of  his  drink,  savouring  every  drop.  The  dive  chosen  may  be  cheap,  but  not  cheap  enough  to  sustain  him  for  the  night.  He  bristles  at  Valentina’s  comment,  angling  his  shoulder  away  when  they  scoot  nearer.  “ Nuns  ain’t  my  thing.  Besides,  you  could  come  in  the  door  lookin’  like  prime  Jessica  Alba  and  I  still  wouldn’t  give  you  a  fuckin’  discount. ”

[sinistersick]

There wasn’t a dealer in Marina that Valentina didn't know, let alone one as fine and temperamental as that of Dylan Frost. The name alone had gotten her rowdy enough to cause a scene though she behaved this time ‘round. With her lack of a working phone, Val had to result to using some random’s as a way to get her next fix. One of the many dudes standing outside the establishment had offered to contact his own dealer in exchange for a ‘dance’. Valentina wasn’t stupid, she knew his intentions went beyond that of a simple dance, but the poor fool wouldn’t know how to handle her if she drew him a map. A smile accepted his offer, and the rest was history.  “  Whatever do you mean?  ” Val asked innocently, waving the 40$ bucks she stiffed from the very stranger, “  I’m just getting myself a treat.  ” She moved around him, planting her sweet ass on the chair beside him.

[brightstvrlights]

Dylan  can’t  help  but  eye  the  bills  being  waved  –  a  fatal  flaw  perhaps,  akin  to  a butcherbird  attracted  to  shiny,  valuable  objects.  While  he’s  far  from  enthused  to  have  Valentina’s  form  hovering  over  him,  the  small  wad  in  her  fist  placates  him  just  enough  to  tolerate  her.  “ So  this  is  yours  then? ”  He  grunts,  patting  the  pocket  of  his  jeans.  “ Didn’t  take  ya  for  that  kind  of  person,  to  be  honest. ” He’s  careful  to  keep  an  eye  on  the  blonde  as  she  slides  into  the  booth  next  to  him,  the  air  of  danger  that  follows  them  ever  -  present. He doesn't mind danger, rather relishes in it usually, but Valentina is a self - aware livewire. Full of unpredictable electricity. Dylan never knows from one moment to the next if they want to kiss him or kill him. Perhaps both.

[sinistersick]

LOCATION: Sandy Cheeks Beach WRITTEN FOR: @@brightstvrlights MUSES: aurora + henry

There wasn’t much Aurora was left to do without someone breathing down her neck. ‘ You can’t do this, you can’t go there. ’ The list was longer than she cared to entertain, and while she listened and did as she was told, some days she couldn’t help but rebel against it all. Her need for independence and control burned bright inside her. Tightening her core - molding her anew. There were limitations and she knew it well, but nothing and no one could keep her from accomplishing what she pleased.  It’s how she found herself hiding behind the trash bin a few yards away from her parents. Needing to ensure they looked elsewhere before she made her grand escape. One, two, three minutes went by before they headed into the water, giving her the perfect clean getaway. Turning, Aurora headed towards the ice cream stand where she’d asked him to meet her. “  HENRY!  ” she screamed, skipping up the rest of the way once she saw him. “  Did you wait too long? Super sorry! I took a really long nap.  ”

[brightstvrlights]

Henry  shifts  his  weight  from  foot  to  foot,  watching  the  soles  of  his  shoes  squish  against  the  pavement.  He  had  been  standing  much  more  attentively,  his  gaze  cast  out  in  front  of  him  rather  than  at  the  ground,  but  after  he’d  had  to  explain  to  two  separate  workers  at  the  ice  cream  stand  that  he  was  simply  just  waiting  for  somebody,  he  felt  it  was  necessary  to  appear  more  nonchalant.  His  mind  has  drifted  off  back  towards  the  farm,  so  Henry’s  unsure  how  much  time  has  passed  when  Rory’s  familiar  gait  appears  in  his  peripheral  vision.  “ Oh hi! ”  He  calls,  as  if  he  hasn’t  been  expecting  this  encounter  all  morning.  “ No  it’s  okay,  I  haven’t  been  here  that  long. ”  Truly  he’s  unsure  how  long  he  has  been  standing  there  now,  and  it  feels  awkward  to  ask  the  ice  cream  stand  people.  “ How  was  your  nap?  And  why  are  you  covered  in  leaves? ”

[brightstvrlights]

location : — may's tavern.

Dylan  sits  tucked  into  one  of  the  darkened  corners  of  may’s,  absent  –  mindedly  checking  the  time  on  his  phone  while  nursing  a  now  lukewarm  beer.  Still  drinkable,  but  not  his  favourite.  His  client  should  be  here  any  minute,  their  product  burning  a  hole  in  the  blonde’s  pocket.  A  reckless  voice  in  his  head  tells  him  to  leave  out  the  side  door  with  it  and  keep  it  for  himself,  but  then  he  remembers  his  debt.  And  the  threat  of  what  happens  if  he  can’t  make  good.  Being  high  is  not  better  than  being  dead.  At  least  no  today.  

The  already  dim  light  shining  on  the  edge  of  his  booth  dulls  as  a  body  steps  into  it  and  he  glances  up,  any  shred  of  professionalism  he’s  been  mustering  disappearing  in  an  instant.  “ The  fuck  do  you  want? ”

@sinistersick

[stars-bean]

Clueless (1995) dir. Amy Heckerling

[brightstvrlights]

@oculiaperticlausi

[tcintedsvcrets]

status: open location: purgatory

The thick scent of blood a near permanent stain this far underground, but nobody who thought to speak the phrase to the entrance should have expected anything less. That was one of the better details passed down with each new owner, only those so willing would ever catch a glimpse of the underground fight club. There was a round of applause, rambunctious and filled to the brim with a certain devilry as a body hit the outer, chained wall of the arena with a callous thump. The werewolf grinned, something jagged, and unhinged, "You sure you're not up for it? There's an opening."

[brightstvrlights]

Celeste shudders at the sound of bones pounding against the chained concrete, the smell of blood and sweat and death thick in her nostrils as bodies around her erupt in raucous cheers. The banshee has never entertained such displays of grotesque barbarianism; the fascinations humans and supernaturals alike have had with harming each other for sport has confused and plagued her for decades. Tonight is no different. She ignores the look of glee on Rafe's face and his comment, pushing on with her own agenda. "Rafe, please listen to me. You need to stop this fight. If you don't, the outcome will be catastrophic, for more than one person here."

[fyeahfandomss]

[tcintedsvcrets]

It's very possible that she simply wasn't paying attention, but admitting to something like that felt a little like pulling her own teeth. "Nah, that'd get way too annoying to listen to," she pauses, the corner of her smile curling a little more until it painted a picture of mischief, "We could just get you a little bell instead, cute little collar and all." Endearing. Always endearing, Daniela moves past him to switch on another light, pushing the chair with enough momentum to make it spin, "It's like you read my mind. Putting you through a little bit of pain might actually be a kink of mine by now, it's creeping up on the list, for sure." Hands clap against the chair, pulling it to a stop, "What're you thinking this time?"

[brightstvrlights]

"How could it get annoying when you only get one customer a day?" Dylan quips, a humoured glint in his eye betraying the deadpan expression he has painted across his features. He chooses not to bite at Daniela's comment despite the not-so-gentle reminder that he shares DNA with a domesticated family pet. If it had come from anyone else he wouldn't let it go so easily but he's grown a fondness for the brunette, even if she enjoys inflicting pain on him a little too much. "Sorry what did you say? All I heard was kink and I got distracted," he replies, shoulder bumping the side of the chair as it comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. "Honestly, don't know. Give me anything that isn't a dick and balls. I need a distraction."

[oculiaperticlausi]

"I ever tell you that you are a pain in my fucking ass, Frost?" Although, Dylan was probably one of the only people he allowed to get close to him after Maddison ditched him all those years ago. "I told you we had shit we were going to do today," he murmurs. "Do you not remember the things I tell you or do you just not care what comes out of my mouth?"

@brightstvrlights

[brightstvrlights]

"Hmm nah, that doesn't sound familiar," Dylan volleys back facetiously. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, brain still foggy with sleep as he tries to remember ever making plans with Asher. A hint of a memory pushes it's way through the cloudy haze and sits at the forefront of his mind, so faint that Dylan's unconvinced that it actually happened. Needless to say, he has no recollection of what it is that Asher actually needs him for. "It's a bit of both, to tell you the truth," he grins, moving back up his porch steps to the front door. "Do I need to b e showered for whatever the fuck we're doing? I'm covered in beer and I think someone puked on my shoes."

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920-23

[demidevildiva]

The smile on their lips widened in response to his comment. Valentina hadn't really told anybody about their evolution the last year, but it was fun to see the reactions from those who did in fact sense their power. It excited them too much. Made them extra giddy, and chatty. "It doesn't do it for us unfortunately," Valentina replies, glancing from Dylan to the water then back again. "Just stand upwind." they spoke, letting out a small laugh while Hunter and Xander hollered as if they'd told the best joke in the world. "We'll promise to keep our fangs to ourself." They weren't lying. Dylan didn't smell appetizing enough for Val to want to take a chunk out of him. Playing, however? Was definitely on their to do list. "We didn't asked to be this way, Dyl. Have some compassion."

[brightstvrlights]

"Aww, that's a real shame, Val. Well I'm sure some dumbass camper will come along soon enough for the two -" Dylan is quick to amend himself, noting that Valentina has been seemingly talking to multiple people- "Or however many of you there are to run dry." Previous impatience to get away from the river is replaced with boyish stubbornness, Dylan choosing to plant his feet harder into the ground at Val's request. "I think I'm good right here actually," he states, crossing his arms. "But thank fuck the wind is blowing away from me and towards you, because you smell like a dumpster." He snorts at the idea of feeling an ounce of compassion for anyone, let alone the vampire in front of him and for a moment feels a single shred of gratitude that the creature who jumped him all those years ago was lycan and not some bloodthirsty nightwalker. "You didn't? That's surprising. Thought for sure you would have been first in line at the Dracula wannabe store."

[oculiaperticlausi]

Sawyer had to admit; she also wasn't in the mood to bring up the past especially since she just attended a meeting. Her meetings usually leave her feeling more humble and a tad bit emotional which normally puts her in a mood to let things go and not really talk about them. Dylan and her cross paths more often than they would admit to each other given he's been working on being a musician and she works at the studio.

Her eyes take him in, wondering how he's doing. The two haven't talked in so long and lately when they do run into each other, he's high or something. "No," she chuckles breathlessly. "No shit machines, although, I like to think of them as children." She turns her head to look down at her feet. "How are you doing though? It's been a while."

@brightstvrlights

[brightstvrlights]

"Children, right," Dylan responds, scrunching up his nose in disgust. He's never been fond - or even tolerant of kids, even when he was one himself. Too much demanded attention, too much fuss, too much crying. What did they have to be crying about? Try living on the side of the road with the coyotes and the bears at seventeen, Dylan thinks. That would give them something to cry about.

Shifting his weight from foot to foot, Dylan squints into the sun. He'd been so sure he'd burned down any remaining foundations of a friendship between them at Christmas yet here Sawyer is, asking about him. Making some sort of effort, like she cares. He wishes she didn't, it would be eternally easier. If he answers honestly, he's conceding to a certain civility he's not sure he can uphold. He sighs with resignation. "I'm... fine. Same as always. Last week someone threw a brick through my bathroom window so now everyone can see in when I take a shit, so that's cool." @oculiaperticlausi

[demidevildiva]

"Yeah, totally." Cas pressed his lips to keep from laughing out loud as they both stared at absolutely nothing. Then again in his years of life he's learned to not judge things too easily. There were things out there that he too was still learning about daily, despite the length of his miserable life. "I couldn't tell you even if you described it to me. I don't really see anything." he finally said truthfully, walking around her and hopping onto the counter as he took a seat. "Maybe some kind of spell or something?"

[brightstvrlights]

"Wait, you really don't see it?" Celeste frowns, her gaze switching between Cas and the object. Curiosity threatens to override the tiny, rational voice that tells her to keep her distance - it's not important. "Yeah, it's probably nothing," she muses slowly. But what if it isn't? She shakes the thought out of her head, turning her back on the mystery before it drives her crazy with wonder. If it's part of a larger vision, she'll know about it sooner or later.

Leaning the small of her back against the porcelain counter edge, Celeste takes her old friend in; seemingly unchanged but altogether different at the same time. A gentle nostalgia nestles into her chest and warms it, offering her fragmented memories of college and a hundred years' worth of questions. By all accounts, Cas should have died of old age a long time ago, but here he is. Exactly how she remembers. The silence almost sounds like it's daring one of them to bring it up first: we look the same as we always did, should we talk about that? But Celeste says nothing. When she opens her mouth again it's only to ask, "So, how have you been?" Where have you been?

[demidevildiva]

Open Starter

After what felt like a good hour of playing with the bunnies, Aurora found herself exhausted falling to the ground and reaching for a bottle of water. "Did you know that rabbits can't throw up?" she asked excitedly before chugging down the water. Her own stomach was at the verge of popping out her body, but if she were a bunny then she'd have none of those problems. "Which is kind of crazy if you think about it, because they clean themselves sort of like cats do. But they can't gag up a fur ball, so they poop it instead!"

[brightstvrlights]

"Oh really?" Henry asks with an enthusiasm that aptly matches Aurora's. "I didn't know that. What other fun facts do you have stored up there in that brain of yours?" It's a lie of course, but it's a gentle one. Their long life and fortified tether to mother nature has seen to it that Henry knows all there is to know about the world around them. But Rory's recovery is important, and he'll happily play along so she's encouraged to keep learning. "Oh that reminds me," Henry announces, pushing themselves up from the ground, dusting dirty hands onto pants legs before offering an arm out to Aurora. "I've got something to show you."

[brightstvrlights]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 : 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘;

❝ The prettiest in-crowd that you had ever seen, Ribbons in our hair and our eyes gleamed mean... ❞

❥ welcome to marina, charlotte kennedy ( cisfemale, she/her ) ! they are a twenty-seven year old baby vampire who resides in marina heights. They work as an event planner/socialite and are said to look a lot like josephine langford. People around the island find them to be +sophisticated and +magnetic, but also -petulant and -manipulative. what do you think?

Full Name: Charlotte Rosamund Kennedy

Age: 27

Date Of Birth: 3 November 1997

Zodiac: Scorpio

Parents: Geoffrey & Pamela Kennedy

Siblings: None

Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Event planner/socialite

Languages: English

Positive: Sophisticated, magnetic, candid, affluent

Negative: Petulant, manipulative, pretentious, judgemental

BACKSTORY

Charlotte was born into the cushioned comforts of the Kennedy family, a legacy household in Marina whose lineage dated back to the founders of the island.

The only child of Geoffrey and Pamela, Charlotte grew up amongst wealth she couldn't quite understand but loved nonetheless, wearing her silver spoon status like a proud badge. As a child she was labelled precocious and spoiled by nannies that she loved to slyly torment, always pleading innocence through widened blue eyes when her parents questioned her.

From adolescence to teenhood, Charlotte never had to work too hard for anything. Whatever she wanted she was given, and if it wasn't, a tantrum usually saw to it. Her parents would have sooner see her quiet and satisfied than causing trouble for them or acting out in public.

School was a social gathering more than a place to learn, however she kept a respectable GPA to keep her parents placated and happy: they'd inadvertently set up an image-for-wealth trade service agreement that Charlotte was all too happy to adhere to as long as the newest Jimmy Choos appeared in her closet every season. She held spots on the cheerleading team (head in her senior year), the planning committee, the yearbook committee and the dance team.

It had been a childhood dream of hers to be a ballerina, and while she'd attended classes since she was a child, her nonchalance towards working hard saw her miss out on a spot with the American Ballet Theatre when she was seventeen. She had been told that she was too green and to come back a year later. It was the first firm no she'd ever heard in her life, and the humiliation was so bitter that she threw her pointe shoes in the trash on the way out and then followed suit with her leotards when she got home.

College of some kind was still expected of her, and she begrudgingly chose to study event planning for the pure fact that she'd somewhat enjoyed planning events for Marina prep. With a large amount of strings pulled by her father, Charlotte was accepted into Brown University and came to find she was actually talented at it. It seemed that a job where she could control everything and boss others around was perfect for the privileged princess.

After graduation, Charlotte moved to New York and set up a life for herself; picture perfect along with a cookie cutter fiancee. The image was marred however when she was snapped drunkenly hooking up with someone who very much wasn't him at an afterparty. Her infidelity sent ripples through the Kennedy bloodline, and even at the age of twenty-seven, abided by her parents when they told her to come back home to Marina. Her job paid well, but not that well.

Her life truly wouldn't fall apart until she was out on a late night walk through Birdsong Park, eyes teary from the utter weight of humiliation that seemed to follow her around now. Blurred vision along with the impairment of nightfall meant that Charlotte couldn't quite make out the other figure that joined her in darkness, and before she'd have time to react or cry out, a sharp pain to the side of her neck would be the last thing she'd remember before she died.

Now freshly turned, Charlotte is confused, bewildered, volatile and above all else: hungry.

HEADCANONS

TBA

[haleyatwell]

GOSSIP GIRL (2007–2012) 5.08 All The Pretty Sources