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A Banshee. She died screaming.
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hi, itâs me. ur local dumbass! this is gonna be a list of potential connections for the most intelligent dumbass iâve ever met, ethan mcguinness (srly, how can someone be so smart and so dumb at the same time)!! if you feel like you wanna play out any of these things, give this a like & we can figure some stuff out!
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        panic in eyes warm & sweet, body stumbling through streets in confusion, pain permanent upon features as realization hits. sheâs alone again, stuck in a limbo she cannot escape. throat sore from screaming, dejection in every tone, resorted to whispers of reassurance to self as she once again passes by another human unnoticed. fear is the only thing left as emotions roar, objects being thrown behind her. fingers twist & play, whittling down fabric & lace of clothing, hues scanning area before turning back to ground.         presence she knows, someone calling out for the ghost? head on a swivel, stumbling more as she tries to pinpoint location, but everything is in disarray. when body comes in contact with tree, she knows sheâs visible once more, & they are now in eyesight.  â ethan? ethan! iâm here! â  at a full sprint now as her person collides with his, arms wrapped tightly around neck.Â
Heâs been screaming her name for as long as he can remember. Ethan needs someone right now, someone to talk to after everything thatâs happened. He hadnât realized just how hard the full moon could be until tonight. And for a long while, Brielle was nowhere to be found or coming in and out, there but not really there. Heâs been searching for her, footsteps making marking in the ground as he tried to find her.
Ears perk up at his name, eyes widening a little as she heads towards him. Woah. He can feel her? Arms tightly wrapping around his friend in a hug heâs never been able to give her before. Heâs lighting her off the ground, though not intentionally. "Hey!â Heâs grinning, despite everything heâs gone through to find her, to hug her. âYouâre here, youâre okay?â A question and a statement in one, unsure of the truth behind it. He squeezes a little tighter, heâs not so sure heâll be able to do this again.
what colour is your love language?
canary
Key words: friendship, happiness, light. A canaryâs love is freeing, and brings the recipient true and pure happiness. Everyone you love is your best friend in one way or another, whether itâs your fiancess, your little sister, your mother, or your favourite English teacher. Youâre most likely to buy small gifts for the people you love, such as their favourite snack or little trinkets, to show that you were thinking about them. Yours is the love of holding hands, singing in the shower, Spring time and wide smiles. Best matched with: Fern, Lavender, Cerulean
vibrantxhunterâ:
Nicole had always hated how SOFT she was. She hated that she let people hurt her. She had let her dad leave more than one bruise on porcelain skin and she had let the kids at school ridicule her until she DREADED having to go to class. Ethan had been the only thing that kept the kinder side of her alive, he believed in her, he SAW her. He had been everything, her everything. When she had LOST him, she PUSHED all those pieces of her into a box and locked it. She convinced herself she didnât know how to be all of those things without him, that no one wanted to see that side of her. It was a part of Nicole that became reserved for only her siblings, she was tired of being the girl that everyone got to BEAT down.Â
When she had started hunting, she had just wanted to give other people those pieces of themselves back. She wanted to protect them from things that were hurting their family. She had never killed anyone who wasnât attacking first. She had let the werewolf live, and she knew she would let Ethan live too. Even if he attacked her because of the blood coming out of her body, she knew she wouldnât fight. She couldnât. Killing him would be like KILLING that part of herself all over again.Â
âI should have been there!! I should have been there. I didnât think seeing you was DISGUSTING. Sure it was hard, and I wanted to make you better, but I wanted to be there. You were my favourite thing to look at. I should have been there. IâŚ-you,â I love you. âIâm sorry that I wasnât there, okay? I was a shitty friend, my dad took me out of town, I should have stayed. I convinced myself that you were getting better, and you know thereâs no arguing with my dad. Itâs not an excuse.â He still wouldnât tell her why he was here.Â
âPut your hands down, stop looking at me like Iâm going to hurt you.â She throws the knife onto the ground, looking down at her red and STINGING hand. âDonât you get it? Iâve become what I had to, what I was always going to be. You used to see this good, this LIGHT. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it isnât there anymore. Maybe it never was. I didnât come at you with a knife Ethan. I came at the noise I heard in the woods. I came at the things I canât change. Since you wonât say it, I guess I should. You know my momâs a vampire? She left! She turned, and left, and then came back and tried to kill me, kill Jared and Sara. Now youâre standing there and telling me that I am the ONLY one who has changed for the worse. You donât even respect me enough to tell me why youâre here, you keep looking at me like you donât know who I am anymore.â
Itâs hard to see her the same way as she once was. Ethan knows sheâs Nicole, but he also knows sheâs not the same nicole he once knew. He came here thinking things would have stayed the same for last bit of a year, but they obviously had changed. He had never been great with change, heâs gone through too much of it to just accept that things would keep changing drastically, without his permission.Â
âNo,â he shakes his head. âNo, it was definitely disgusting and thatâs okay too!â Heâd progressively stopped looking the mirror for signs of getting better, his body only have gotten worse through his time in the hospital. He knows itâs okay to admit that he didnât look his best. He couldnâtâve, he was dying. No one looks good when theyâre dying. âIt doesnât matter, you didnât have to be there. And-and you not being there is not a reason for punishment. Iâm not a monster.â Or maybe he is.Â
He canât do as she requests, Ethanâs afraid she might. He doesnât know what this ânewâ Nicole is like, despite her not being new at all. However, his hands come down at his sides, though heâs not quite sure thatâs the right move. Heâs seen her throw the knife to the side, and even though the first thing he wants to do is trust her, Ethanâs not so sure he can. At least not right now.Â
âA bit of noise in the woods isnât an automatic threat.â As Nicole recounts the story of her mom, he shakes his head slowly, carefully. Itâs like she doesnât know him, like she doesnât trust him in the moment either. Eyes fill the tears though heâs not going to cry, heâs not going to cry! âWait,â he scoffs, âyouâre looking at me, youâve seen that I donât pose any fucking threat and youâre--youâre trying to tell me that Iâm bad? That Iâve changed for the worse?â Brows narrow at her because he canât quite understand why she would come for him like that, considering heâs done nothing at all. âYouâre lunging at people with knifes for fun and suddenly Iâm--â Ethan shakes his head.Â
âWhat the hell did you want me to say when I got here, huh?â His voice goes up an octave, ââOh, Nicole. I came all this way to check on you. Iâm not dead, Iâm a vampire. Please donât tell anyone, I donât want to die againâ?â Eyes look into hers, waiting for some kind of explanation because he canât bring himself to believe that thatâs what she wanted. âI donât know what you want from me! Okay? I didnât fucking ask for this, someone just made me like this. Iâd rather be fucking dead.â He swallows hard, words ringing so true that they ignite something within him. A feeling similar to remorse, but because heâs still walking the earth for some God-forsaked reason.
âI donât know who you are,â at least, not anymore he doesnât. Heâs trying to understand, but itâs so hard to piece together which parts of her stayed the same and which ones had changed.Â
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The world changes, we do not, there lies the irony that finally kills us.
vibrantxhunterâ:
âYou know what Iâm doing here, donât you? Youâre asking me such a simple question and yet the blood leaking from my handâŚyou know Ethan. You were always much smarter than I was. I donât have to spell anything out for you, do I?â Her pain is evident in her words, no matter how hard she was trying to keep it at bay. It was hard to hide things from him, she considered him to be her other half. Or, at least, as close as she would ever get to one. He never cared where she came from, what she wore, or how she acted. He had just cared about her.Â
Suddenly he was asking her who she was, as if he didnât already know. âI am who I have always been. The only changes I have made came because I had no other choice. I lost EVERYTHING. i lost my mom, I lost you, and my father lost his mind. You have to have known these things. Isnât that why you came here? You still havenât told me you know. Was it to punish me?? For not being by your bedside?? I couldnât be there Ethan. My father took be far away and he made me into something that I needed to be. He equipped me with the things I needed to protect myself.âÂ
Her mother had come back, and although she wasnât the monster that her father had anticipated, she had blood on her hands when she had arrived. Her fangs had been bared, her eyes had been dead, she had lunged at Nicole. The only thing that had stopped her was the fact that she couldnât enter the house she once called home. Nicole hadnât invited her. Was she going to have to go through this again??Â
Nicole swallows her panic, she would not LOSE herself. Not right now. Hand is at her side, blood dropping onto the ground. âWho are you??â She counters, flipping his own question onto him. âWho have you become? What are you doing in the woods, under the full moon, looking as if you havenât eaten in days?â She was watching, trying to see any sign that her blood set him on edge. âIf you donât want to tell me why youâre here, how you got here, or how you are ALIVE although Sky told me that you were deadâŚ.â Nicole flinched at the words, eyes watering but she did not allow a single tear to fall. âJust answer one question.âÂ
âWhat are you? And this time?? Spare the lies. If you ever did really love me, donât you think you owe me the decency of being honest?âÂ
Itâs not enough to want to scream. Ethan wants a way out of this, some rewind button so that he doesnât have to find himself in this predicament, but rather so he can be actually dead and not undead. Each of her words feel like a little slap in the face, his anxiety rising as she continues to question him. Heâs never seen this side of Nicole, the side whose first instinct was to have a knife to his neck, making him feel like some kind of monster. This side of her is different from the Nicole heâs known, her soft and kind features fading away.
âW-why would I come here to punish you?â Words being spit out of his mouth, each of her questions hurting him a bit more. Heâs also trying to ignore the smell of the blood, the sound of her blood dripping down her hand and onto the ground. âThatâs,â he shakes his head, âthatâs ridiculous Nicole. I would never. I would never! I donât blame you for not being there, I-I... I didnât even want to look at myself, why would anyone else want to?â The honesty is there, thereâs nothing but truth in his words and yet he still feels like she wonât believe him.Â
He canât tell if his fangs are even visible, he still hasnât learned any control over these things. The only thing Ethan has been able to kind of control is his bloodlust, especially that for human blood. Heâs only had it once, regretting it the instant it happened. âMaybe I havenât eaten in days,â he tells her. âMay-maybe Iâm fasting. And iâve grown very fond of this place.â Itâs not a complete lie, but itâs also not the truth. Maybe itâs a half-truth.
âTell you?â Heâs had enough time to process what she is, what she does to people like him (if he could even still considered himself a âpersonâ). His hands are still raised. âAfter alll that--y-you came at me with a knife! You couldâve killed me and you want me to tell you?â
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Basic Information
Full Name: Ethan McGuinness
Nickname(s): E
Age: 24 (turning 25)
Age They Appear: 23 #forever
Date of Birth: August 23rd, 1995
Hometown: Indio, CA
Current Location: Kingâs Grove, MD
Ethnicity: Caucasian (Italian & Irish)
Nationality: American & Italian
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: pansexual, panromantic
Religion: Was raised Christian. Not practicing.Â
Occupation: High School Drama Teacher
Living Arrangements: Currently Living in the Motel
Language(s) Spoken: English
Accent: Standard American
Physical Appearance
Face Claim: Dylan OâBrien
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Height: 6â˛0âł
Tattoos: N/A
Piercings: N/A
Clothing Style: Business Casual/Casual
Usual Expression: Smiling
Distinguishing Characteristics: Beauty marks on his face/body, Stupidly loud laugh
Health
Physical Ailments: N/A
Neurological Conditions: Depression, Anxiety
Allergies: None anymore
Sleeping Habits: Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny, we all know he doesnât sleep (not like he used to before)
Emotional Stability: Maybe a strong 6?
Sociability: He likes being around people but needs time alone to recharge!
Addictions:Â N/A
Drug Use: N/A
Alcohol Use: Will drink occasionally
Personality
Label: The Kidnapped
Positive Traits: Practically a Genius, Funny, Responsible, Humble, Caring
Negative Traits: Sarcastic, Quirky, Anxious
Goals/Desires: To be able to control himself/his powers
Fears: Being a âmonsterâ
Hobbies: Screenwriting, Playwriting, Acting, Directing
Habits: Handing in work on time, Becoming terribly nervous, Stuttering
Favourites
Weather: Cloudy days!
Colour: Reds, Beiges/Browns, Greys & Black!
Music: Anything that makes her feel empowered
Movies: Comedies, Psycological Thrillers, Cult Classics
Sport: Lacrosse, Baseball
Beverage:Â Coffee Blood
Food: Burgers!
Animal: Dogs
Family
Father: Frank McGuinness, 57 years old, BusinessmanÂ
Mother: Angelina McGuinness, 50 years old, Restaurant OwnerÂ
Sibling(s): Skylear McGuinness, 23 years old.
Children: N/A
Pet(s): Han Solo & Batman, Golden Retrievers, 1 year old.
Extra
Zodiac Sign: Leo-Virgo
MBTI: INFJ
Enneagram: The Giver
Temperament: Phlegmatic
Hogwarts House: Huffleclaw
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good/Neutral Good
Primary Vice: Sloth
Primary Virtue: Charity
Element: Air
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        head cocks, eyes drifting over titles & spines,  â these are definitely all fiction. itâs hard to find any reliable books on supernatural creatures & myths. â  shock suddenly situates on features, teeth come to gnaw on bottom lip, sheepish & mortified. not everyone knows, these creatures ( her included ) lead quiet & secret lives; a slip of the tongue could kill someone. looking back up, she gently nudges him,  â i mean ! god those myths are always rewritten & messed up likeâ câmon the little mermaid did not end with a happily ever after. â Â
He lets out a loud sigh. âThis is so much harder than I thought,â he frowns. He wants to do his research, but all heâs found so far are âfactsâ from TV shows that are too good to be true and books that are anything but helpful. âHow am I supposed to know what the truth about all of this,â he gestures to himself, âis?â He doesnât know anyone he can ask and the vampire who turned him didnât stick around to give him lessons like they did in the movies. âDidnât the Little Mermaid end in death?â Heâs not certain, he canât recall ever reading anything by Hans Christian Andersen.
FULL MOON STARTER // Ethan McGuinness x Nicole WintersÂ
@failingbutrecoveringâ
Everything that was MAGICAL about Kings Grove seemed to be heightened beyond its normal standards. In the past couple hours Nicole had been faced with more supernaturals than she ever had in the small and QUAINT little town. She hadnât killed all of them. Two had bested her, and one she had let live. She wasnât without compassion, but it was hard for her to reach in and find it. When humans got HURT, Nicole felt their pain. Although not literally, her own emotional turmoil was a constant reminder of what it meant to LOSE someone to the supernatural world. Visions of her mother with blood on her lips and hands haunted her by night, and so by day she did what she could to ensure NO ONE would have to go through what she had.Â
Nicole had been in the woods for a short amount of time when sheâd heard the twig snapped, when sheâd spun around to see Ethan standing there. He looked how he always did, but this time she couldnât ignore what her INSTINCTS were telling her. She had been paying attention to the BOY OF HER DREAMS. The boy who was paler and stronger than he had been before. The boy that supposedly DIED, and now was somehow here MIRACULOUSLY. Who she had not seen eat, nor sleep since his return. Ethan was HIDING something from her, she could tell. He was a BAD liar to begin with, and she knew him better than she knew herself.Â
Blade was in her hand, before Ethan had emerged she had been ready to defend herself. Demons were running rampant through Kings Grove, every single one she encountered was stronger than the rest. Awkward silence had passed between them, both of the staring at one another. Did he know she knew what she did? âWhy donât you just TELL me.â Her voice was sharp, but there was also pain present, pain she KNEW he would hear. Knife is flipped in hand silver blade now being held in hand while the black bottom rested above it. It slowly began slicing into her hand, blood dripping from her palms and onto her weapon, âdonât I at least deserve that?â
It had been a few days since he had last eaten. While on the road, Ethan had learned to (mostly) control his hunger, especially when there were times when he couldnât eat for days on end. He knows tonight of all nights is not the one for him to try and sneak in a snack, but he canât seem to hold it down for any longer. He longs for nutrition, to fall away from this lethargic state as it begins to take over his body.
Thereâs nothing set in stone, unsure of what to expect. Ethan feels alone, not in the physical sense (because god, he fucking hopes heâs in alone) but because all of this is still so hard to understand. Heâs trying to be the same, but heâs having a harder time than he ever anticipated.
Sounds of footprints stop him, though heâs far too late to hide as he comes face to face with... Nicole? Heâs slowly trying to register why sheâd be n in the middle of the woods on the night of the full moon, eyes scanning over her before he finally makes sense of it. Quick hands wipe away at his mouth and soon, sheâs got a knife to his throat.Â
Ethan canât think of what to say to her, eyes big and concerned that she might just up and kill him. Heâs staring right at her, curing himself because he knows he couldâve just waited another night, though the lethargy had been starting to kick in, and that was never a good sign. He might not have been able to hunt for food if he waited another night.
"What are you doing here?â a question to counter her own, although he already has the answer. âWho are you?â The smell of blood wafting around in the night, eyes glancing down at her hand, already knowing where it had come from. Is she doing this to taunt him? Does she know? He has to bite back to the urge to give into the smell.
Make Me Choose Challenge â @wolfish-willow asked: Lucifer Morningstar or Stiles Stilinski?
âWell, I donât know how to help you help me tell you something that would help you if I donât know it.âÂ
sometimes, i think the weight of my emotions is enough to crack my ribs, and make me cough blood. it hasnât happened yet, but that doesnât mean things wonât get worse.
dariafaeâ:
âDonât worry about it.â Honestly, Daria was just as guilty as Ethan for having bumped into him. After all, the beautiful sunlight hitting the green leaves of a near tree was enough to pull Dariaâs attention as far away from the road she was walking on as possible.Â
An easy smile was placed on Dariaâs already relaxed expression upon recognizing the male, thanking him for not letting her small bags of herbs hit the ground. âHow are you doing, Ethan?â It wasnât long that Daria knew him, but after spending some time together, the young woman could say that she enjoyed his company. âDo you want to stop by my house for some coffee? If you are free, I donât want to bother if youâre on your way to something important. Or, just donât want to have coffee with me.â Smile turning more playful by the end of her invitation, despite her joking tone it was clear that she would really not mind if he cancelled just because he didnât feel like it. Â
Anxious hands offered her things back, wondering just how the hell heâd been able to do that. Ethan was so much better at everything now, except for speaking and... well, walking, apparently. There was obvious relief on his face at the familiarness of the woman.Â
âNot too bad,â he admitted, though everything about this place was still taking some getting used to. Luckily, he had always been pretty good at making friends, so that much was slowly resolving itself. âCoffee,â he nodded, a reminder of many sleepless nights spent drinking the warm beverage, trying to finish projects that he no longer needed to worry about. âIâd like that, actually.â There was a smile on his face, something indicate that this invitation was exactly what he needed right now. âBeen busy lately?â He gestured mostly to the bags, a hand reaching out once again, this time to take them from her considering they were headed in the same direction. âLet me help you.â
vibrantxhunterâ:
TERRIFIED?? She wasnât terrified, was she?? How could he be here?? They told her that he had DIED. It felt like someone was taking one of the only things she had ever loved and using it against her to get inside her head. She was living in a town infested with supernatural creatures, and here was her best friend, and first love who was DEADâŚright in front of her. Maybe she was terrified that it wasnât him, or maybe she was terrified that it COULD be. It wasnât so much that she didnât want him back, because she did. More than anything, she wanted Ethan back. Her terror was rooted in her GUILT. She hadnât been there to see him before he had died. She hadnât been there to hold his hand, and kiss his head, and tell him that she was in love with him. All of the things she had never gotten a chance to do, would he be angry with her?Â
She holds his hand the entirety of the walk out side, the fresh air instantly helping her with the tightness in her chest. She felt like she couldnât breathe, when she started again she wanted to be breathing in him. Finally she lets go of his hand, takes a long moment to steady her breathing, certain that he would wait.Â
âYouâre sorry??â
She finally speaks, eyes still glistening with unspilled tears, âyou have nothing to be sorry about Ethan.â Hands start to shake again and eyes close, breathe. âI am sorryâŚI wasnât there I failed you. You DIED. they told me you were dead, they scheduled a funeral, how are youâŚ.? I was so fuckingâŚI wasnât there for you. You needed me and I wasnât there and then you were GONE.â She has said it a million times already, and yet it is the only words she can say. Without warning she surges forward, wrapping her arms around him in a DESPERATE hug. Even if this was just his ghost coming back to haunt her for LETTING HIM DOWN, she was going to hug him. She never got a chance too before, and then she lost him. This time when she speaks her voice is a whisper, itâs VULNERABLE, something that she never is anymore.Â
âAre you going to leave me again?âÂ
To be fair, Ethan didnât really think about what coming to Kingâs Grove would entail. He just came. Because Nicole is here. Because itâs somewhere he can be or so heâs heard. But God, itâs so much harder to live the reality of being here than it was to arrive and not exactly expect Nicole to be here at all. The terror in her eyes say everything he needs to know, tell him that maybe this is a bad idea, maybe he should run away so he doesnât have to deal with her looking at him like that.Â
Yet here she is, so close but so far away. Itâs hard, but it would be even harder to leave, he knows that. Thereâs always been something about Nicole, about the way she makes feel and talk and even breathe. Being around her again makes him wish he could feel his heart beating again, the sound of rapid âba-dum, ba-dumâs something he misses now more than ever. At least back then he knew exactly what he felt whenever he saw her, now itâs a bit harder to describe.
Thereâs panic, for sure. Especially because now Ethanâs not the exact same as he used to be. Relief. Because he knows sheâs okay, he can see her and hear her and thatâs all he really wants. But thereâs a little bit of heartache, a little bit of resentment because as much as Ethan came here for her, he canât help but wonder why she hadnât shown up for him.
âHey,â is all he can manage, arms wrapping around her tightly. He can hear her heart beating. In this moment, Ethan is glad he didnât die. He wouldnât be able to hold her if he had. âIâm-Iâm here now.â Words soft, almost cushion-like. âIâm o-o-okay. And here.â He tries to keep his words to a minimum, unsure if she can still, for whatever reason, detect a lie coming from him. âIâm-Iâm-Iâm--â He sighs. âIâm alive.â