❛ oh my god, i’m such a crybaby! ❜ her voice is shaking; the words hit her chest so strongly. she truly isn’t that much of a crybaby, but when poets ramble about love?! for a second, she does try to hold it, but the tears come soon — but a loud, ominous sound comes from the dark depths of the bad brews, and her hazel orbs go for them. ❛ what the hell was that? ❜ the french accent shows up more in her terrified whispers.
luna can see the poor woman falling apart before her tears begin to fall, and she tilts her head curiously. “it’s alright.” slowly she reaches out to touch her hand, but stops as the noise erupts---eyes search for the source behind pink-rimmed glasses. she sees no source, but also feels no fear. calmly, luna turns back to the terrified woman, saying, “you know, you shouldn’t be afraid of the unknown.” it’s easier for her. she was raised to think this way. “the mind quite likes to jump to the worst conclusion, but see, i like to imagine that sound is harmless, like a friendly giant’s hungry stomach ! it’s silly, isn’t it?”
the first thing esme had noticed about castle rock was that the sun was almost perpetually present something that was making her life as a vampire, a being who quite literally sparkled in the sunlight, rather difficult, especially when you took into consideration how much esme adored the outdoors. it was things like this that made the matriarch miss her beloved forks, washington in all its cloudy glory, but it was for the best that the cullen coven had found themselves in castle rock, even if it was constantly sunny.
a gentle sigh would push past the plush flesh that was esme’s lips as her long, elegant fingers held onto the umbrella that she held open over her shoulder, shielding her from the sun’s bright rays. she was on a mission and no a little sunshine was going to stop her from achieving it if only she could find a good hardword supply store in this little town. ‘ excuse me, ’ the caramel haired woman calls gently, a gloved hand extending outwards to tap the closest person’s shoulder gently. ‘ if it’s not any trouble, could you possibly point me in the direction of a hardware store ? i’ve been wandering around for what feels like hours trying to find one but my search has come up empty. ’
she had smiled fondly, at the sight of the lovely woman with the umbrella passing her bench. luna admires little things like that, ones you don’t see often; especially in this town, where everything feels dark despite the constant rays of sun. she stands to gather her things, ready to move onto the next thing. castle rock has so many places for her to explore ! even if many of them, are quite frightening. she’s lost in her thoughts as always when she feels the tap on her shoulder, and turns to face the woman with the umbrella. “hello. i like your umbrella.”
she thinks for a moment, holding her stack of latest reads that she picked up out of town. she has yet to discover more shops---such as that for books, or hardware as this kind woman appears to be seeking. “hmm . . . oh, what do you need? i am not sure where one is, but i am quite certain, that i can help.” luna wonders what exactly hardware is referring to, but she as learned that her knowledge level & words for things, are quite unconventional in this time and land of muggles, so she doesn’t ask. she has learned to conceal her unknowing, having learned the distinction between appropriateness in the muggle world, and wizarding world, years ago from her parents.
KORE KNOWS SHE SHOULD BE more careful . that she should pay attention to her surroundings before letting her powers go wild , but she is afraid . she is scared of the new place she got to . the goddess doesn ’ t remember how she got there . she knows she just needed to take a break from seeing apollo , from worrying about her mother and about that stupid scholarship . she is nervous and that ’ s why flowers bloom all over the place and her hair starts growing uncontrollably . so when someone talks to her , kore almost has a heart attack , eyes going wide as she looks at the man . ❝ i — - i made the flowers bloom ?? ❞ she asks , pushing some hair behind her ear , not certain that her answer will be alright .
junior understandably keeps his distance from the little lady. his heart beats rapidly because he starts to question whether his mind didn’t d e c e i v e him this time, and maybe he looks a little crazy when he mentions the rapid growth of flowers from tiny spouts in the grass. it would have been, among the most beautiful hallucinations, he has experienced. but now junior has another alarming thought: this little lady is making flowers bloom. and what’s the deal with her hair ! “but------how ? what does it mean that you made them do that?” he lowers his voice in case there are any others around---wanderers, like himself. “are you . . . are you one of those sorcerer’s from dungeon’s and dragons?” he wouldn’t put it above anybody in this town.
“ oh my god , stop talking ! ” peach lifts a hand , gesturing for the bartender to bring them each another drink . before the night’s over , she’ll probably need another twelve of them . the firehouse is her safe haven , honestly , & she won’t have it ruined with a forty quinn - induced sobriety migraine . “ no one believes in ghosts anymore , forty , are you six ? ” ╱ @fearedfully !
forty loosens up with every sip he takes. on top of being a lightweight, he doesn’t know when to quit. “okay, explain this, peaches:” he begins, taking one last, dramatic, sip of his drink and setting it down; he needs to use his hands to reach the full effect of his story. “guinevere beck, alive------walking around castle rock, a ghost of who she was in her memoir and social media accounts.” this is how you know he’s drinking, the observations he’s been keeping to himself start to come out. he’s inherently suspicious of peach & her self-serving tendencies.
Between needing to replace destructive habits with new ones and the fact that he barely gets any sleep, Luke practically lived off of coffee. With dark circles under his eyes he stood in line just waiting for his turn to get that sweet sweet caffeine. He was so close to getting it too, if some yahoo didn’t make a scene. Luke always felt bad for the baristas normally, but now even more so when they were getting absolutely yelled at. Luke sighed loudly when the other slammed his hand on the counter, not realizing he would turn around on him. “Listen you’re not the only one who needs their drink. How about I just buy you your actual drink and you stop yelling at these people who are just trying to do their job?”
dandy’s eyes scan the man’s face, c h a l l e n g i n g him with his expression. is dandy truly so pressed about his tea drink ? or is he just searching for trouble in this fine establishment today ? it’s a trick question; dandy is always searching for trouble. but he breaks into a smile at the man’s offer. it’s not a genuine smile. it’s something much more, malicious. “you are right.” dandy bows his head in near mock shame for his behavior, but he is, more than anything, mocking. as if dandy mott needs some random have-not to pay for his drink ! “you are a fine man.” dandy smiles wider now, showing teeth. he holds out a steady hand towards the fellow and introduces himself, proudly, there at the front of the coffee line, “dandy mott.”
Helena was very curious once she saw the light appear out of no where. At first she thought it was simply a flashlight, but as the other moved forward she could see that it was nothing of the sort. Or at least nothing she’s seen before. “Sorry, I don’t think I have. It must have rushed past me.” Helena said still staring at the light stick. Finally her curiosity got the best of her and she nodded towards it, “How does it make light like that? I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
luna nods, albeit disappointed at the woman not knowing of the rabbit’s whereabouts. it would be back again, luna was sure; after all, it doesn’t seem easy to wander far from this place called castle rock ( even for a bright witch, such as herself ). as the woman’s attention turns to luna’s wand, her eyes widen a little. luna does many things mindlessly, like humming & skipping. but with magic, she has always been conscious. there’s something about this little town that makes her itch to find a way out, like she wants to be detected by the wizarding government, even if it is to be arrested for exposing magic to muggles, just to find something familiar. “oh, it’s just a button. it’s a bit hard to see, out here.” with a soft smile & careless shrug, luna holds up her wand. “rather useful for an evening stroll, isn’t it? have you any destination in particular?”
MOSTLY EVERYTHING WAS BLANK, mind felt like that little cotton ball inside a medicine bottle. full of cobwebs and mysteries - why was she h e r e ?? why did forty seem so – overly chipper ?? why did she have to be the DARK, EDGY ONE after what happened to her. with joe, with love quinn – forty’s face gave her so much hope for the future. their future, if he was still interested.
“i didn’t—” shaking her head back and forth, automatically. feeling like someone needed to oil her joints or dust the cobwebs off. “forty—- what’s happening ??” even asking him, shook candace to her c o r e. something was off, something was weird. how was she ever going to pinpoint what was wrong when she couldn’t even THINK.
forty’s eyes widen as she turns around, and when she speaks he knows it’s her. blurts out, “candace.” it’s her hair & her eyes & her voice yet … how could it be candace ?
when she refused to leave with him, he never divulged where he was going. he had felt like his heart was broken then, perhaps his third or fourth rock bottom in life ( he had a lot those , his pathetic self-destructive tendencies ) after losing his sister & candace, the most comforting presence he’s known in a long time.
ghosts simpered far into the depths of forty’s disorderly mind as he crosses the space between candace & he. his voice is lower, now. “it’s you?” he asks, his hands moving to grasp her shoulders.
a formal starter call ? from me , the worst ? i think so yea !!!
like this !!! if u want a starter & i will get one going. u can also reply with which chara or charaS u want something from. or something FOR. otherwise i will use a randomizer thank u love u here’s who i WRITE !!!
just start a conversation ; it’s not that freakin’ hard. he could honestly hear his brother in the back of his head , as though jonathan was better at socializing. other than eleven , will didn’t entirely know where he stood with half of his friends , especially after moving from hawkins. will was robbed half his childhood , stunting his growth & socialization , while his friends did get moments of growing up , knowing what is was like to have their first drink prior to being of legal age , knowing what a relationship felt like , what playing games outside of d & d was. will ? he was still learning the ropes , testing the waters , dipping his toes in very slowly. clearing his throat , he sat up straighter in his seat before looking at the other he managed to intrude with his company. ‘‘ i - honestly have been trying to find something cool to say for the past half hour , & i haven’t come up with anything other than some extremely cringe-worthy pick-up lines my brother has provided me , all of which would just benefit him with laughing. i’d order you a drink , but the most knowledge i have is a rye & coke. so here’s the deal , i’ll buy you whatever drink you’d like , as you probably have more knowledge about alcohol than me on a good day , & i just need you to laugh for two seconds at my horrifying attempt at social interaction so my brother over there will stop nagging me for being a homebody. ’’
she stares at him, and arya thinks, she pities him. he has put so much stake into an interaction with her, that he had not so much as wished to have in the first place. “. . . no. i don’t believe, i could muster laughter of a magnitude that your brother would detect.” surely, arya doesn’t understand many words he uses ( even as it has become quite clear that the people in this town have horridly strange accents, arya is beginning to believe she’s in a different world entirely, one unforeseen in her wildest nightmares dreams ) ; cringe-worthy? homebody? and not to mention, what is coke ? worst of all, why is he talking so much ! she turns to look at the brother to whom he’s referring. with four of her own, she understands the influence they can have. but this boy, he needs to learn to stand up for himself. it is truly, a tragic sight to witness. . . and not arya’s problem, in the slightest. “does he always force you to publicly humiliate yourself like this?”
There are so many things that should be normal, but they’re not—yet. But we’re getting there. Slowly—but we’re getting there. It was very exciting for me to lead a film. And I love it when I see film and television where they really hold up a mirror to reality, and it’s like ‘Yeah, I recognize this world’, because this is what I see every day. A bunch of different people, different colors…I live for that. It gives me life.
“what kind of business are you running here?” demands dandy, waving at a clump of employees from the pick-up stand at the end of the counter. he’s at the bad brews, and apparently it’s true to its name, because he’s holding a cold drink. the condensation is cold on his fingers, it’s making them wet. he hates it. many of the items on this menu he doesn’t understand nor has ever heard of… but warm tea is one thing he thought he did. “i wanted a tea LATTE! not ICED tea!” hand comes down on the counter, swiftly. he’s making a statement, for all around to hear. yet … when he feels eyes on him, he looks sharply in their direction and snaps, “what are you looking at?”
i had to do this it’s not my fault. anyways here’s me, olivia, again, with my 9th character. here’s an introduction to arya stark !!!! tw / shit UM kidnapping, murder, death, weapons, beheading, trauma????
arya has suffered. let me link u to her wiki page & write the highlights below !!!
she’s the youngest daughter & middle child of five, born to eddard & catelyn stark, the lord & lady of winterfell ! she was raised to be a proper lady, but unlike her sister sansa, arya couldn’t find the will to embrace it. she never wanted to be proper. she liked to play in the dirt, practice archery & lack manners. she was too impatient to sew, too squirmy for dresses and certainly too independent, too rowdy, to marry.
when she is twelve her father is publicly beheaded. arya lives life as a poor boy until she bands with a magical brotherhood, traveling the land far n wide!!! she can tell nobody her name because her father was a TRAITOR and she will certainly reach his fate or worse, if found by the wrong people. it is around this time that she starts her kill list but i will get more into that later ok.
at the age of fourteen she runs away from her allies and is promptly kidnapped by the king’s former guard who is interest in the reward, he goes by the nickname, the hound !! arya is thirteen & still with the hound when her mother, eldest brother, sister-in-law and future niece are murdered. arya is whisked away in shock my the hound and they set off again. she fcking hates him. she doesn’t berid of him for YEARS, yall, when she leaves him for dead on a rock in the middle of nowhere
by this point she’s like seventeen or eighteen & a skilled fighter with her skinny sword named needle,,,, very cold & endured some SHIT! but she is level-headed and calm and has hardened herself to match the chaos around her . she is so loyal and fights for what’s right and she doesn’t budge on anything. she’s so badass we love her.
love how i said highlights and then just went off wow i’m NOT done tho.
OK onto her kill list. arya did a LOT to process and cope with her trauma. bc at this point she believes her entire family is dead. hasn’t seen any of them since the day her father was killed. but the thing that really got her through all this was her KILL LIST! basically a series of names she mumbles to herself every evening. every name on that list, she will not REST until they are DEAD! so that’s what she’s doing now, in castle rock. trying to find all those names. being a tiny devil really.
so i’m basing her off of season four arya!!!
did i mention she was literally born in 287 ac. so when she got into castle rock she was like what THE. FUCK. is GOING ON!!! because she’s now 1600 years in the future!?!?! so that’s fun.
here’s her info page which will make a lot more sense eventually jkg shgskgs hopefully.
Arya Underfoot, he almost said. Arya Horseface. Robb’s younger sister, brown-haired, long-faced, skinny as a stick. Always dirty. —thoughts of Theon Greyjoy
everybody’s got a hungry heart. everybody including dani. so it’s complicated. a hard influence on the fact. ain’t nobody like to be left alone. not forever. at least this time she recognizes the toxicity before it’s too late. maybe, in a way, it’s comforting to be reminded of the past. in a sick way she’d rather not dwell on — in a sick way she’d rather shove those thoughts into the back of her mind. forty’s not all bad. he just … has his m o m e n t s.
one of those moments being now. ❛ do you have to be such an ASSHOLE ? ❜ no, those words she’d never have muttered to christian. ❛ it’s not cute or whatever. ❜ so what? so she hated to be alone. so he’s become an odd comfort. try going from a constantly bustling compound to a stale, cold apartment whilst keeping sanity. ❛ how about, for this one night things aren’t all about you ? ❜
closed! for @fearedfully / forty. feat. hungry heart.
he’s in the middle of talking. specifically, he is in the middle of saying, “that really shut him up, i think for real this time. it was SO---” when she interrupts him. he turns to her with alarm, fingers housing a piping coffee cup frozen in mid-air. and he really is stunned by her bold outburst, that he has to study her face for a good five seconds before he believes she’s being serious. “um, WHAT?”
forty’s had a tough time with the friendship thing. he’s never had a healthy one in his life, and clearly it reflects in the way he treats dani day in & day out. “how exactly, do you figure, dani?” spits forty, annoyance & nerves pushing his lips into a smile, his tell-all for being uncomfortable & upset, ( the oncomings of a tantrum, his sister liked to say ). “i'm a very nice person. i can’t help that bad things happen to me!” he doesn’t mean to be condescending, but he knows he is. doesn’t want to be manipulative, but knows he is. this is how one forty quinn justifies his behavior, a series of had-tos; needed-tos; sorry-buts ! it’s gotten him this far.
the grass is her mattress, weeds & dead flowers providing a comfort to her that no place else in castle rock could. her gaze rests upon the sky –– clouds moving slowly, thunder rumbling in the distance, crows cawing at potential intruders. the corn she lays before is calling to her, whispers & murmurs that bring a smile to the girl’s lips after a while. whatever lives beyond the stalks terrifies her, but the beckoning makes flora laugh. days are often spent alone, bare feet calloused from rich soil & rough concrete, but she is not lonely. ❛ do you hear that? ❜ a question directed at the figure approaching, but she does not dare to look into the depths of the field as her body is lifted to sit up & face her company. ❛ they’re calling us. ❜ she’s entertained by the idea, whether it’s in her head or not. flora was never all there, anyway.
donna looks between the girl & the stalks of corn before them, a confused but curious smile growing on her face as she decides that this is the kind of person she came to castle rock to meet. “the corn?” she asks, swinging her arms at her sides as she walks, with bouncy friendliness, closer to the stranger. the stranger, who is definitely strange, with her bold imagination, because surely it is, corn doesn’t talk ! but just like that, she’s donna’s favorite person in town. “actually, i think i do,” she says, minding thoughtfully the whistling of the wind through the gaps of space in the cornfields. it feels like a game that two are playing, but as donna sinks to the rough grass next to the girl, she feels a chill up her spine---and it might be the wind, but she has felt it before. a few times, really, since she has arrived here, the sense that there is something deeper---and eerier---than a feeble mind like donna’s can conjure. “who are they?” she asks, and her voice a whisper as though it is a show that is playing before them that they simply can’t miss. gaze flickering from faded yellow plants to her new friend, eyes wide with interest but never fear. “what do you think they’re saying?”
mamma mia, here we go again fOR the last time u can count on THAT. here’s an intro to lily james as donna sheridan! tw / pregnancy mention but other than that nothing because donna is a perfect angel.
donna! was born to ruby sheridan and, do not fight me on this, fernando is donna’s father got it!!! she was born in 1961 which would make her EXACTLY twenty-eight years old, in 1989. unlike the rest of my characters, i’m gonna say she did not go through a time warp nor was she like wHOa where am i. she went to castle rock on purpose. just because.
..... or so she THINKS! basically donna lived out her whole life and after she died, she ended up going back to when she was twenty-eight & visiting castle rock. so sophie’s already been born dun dun dun.
anyways i’m getting ahead of myself jkgshgs. growing up donna’s mom was ABSENT! a lot. she lived a glamorous life of luxuries & travel, so donna became fiercely independent, very quickly. it wasn’t a bad childhood just because her mom wasn’t around, it was just different. she was used to it, by the time she was in the double digits!!!!
she met her bffs rosie & tanya while she was in college and they formed the iconic donna & the dynamos girl band. i should mention donna LOVED to sing & perform! she’s so fun-loving and bold and loud. she’s not tryin to be held back by anyone’s opinions. she’s WILD!
when her mom didn’t go to her graduation ceremony, donna REFUSED to return home. so she set off to travel the world! she was twenty at the time, so for the purposes of this group, i’m gonna say she spent like seven or eight years going everywhere and ANYwhere, meeting people n seeing things. performing with her band often, checking shit off her bucketlist !
so i’m also gonna say she’s very very knowledgeable about different cultures and people ok, for this reason!
in 1988 donna visited paris and met harry!! they wandered the city & spent the night together. she then set off to an island in greece, but missed the ferry---so she hitched a ride with bill who was SO flirty. they parted, donna met sam on the island. they spent the week bein in love with each other & then sam broke her heart & she ran into the arms of bill. they spent the night TOGETHER!
now she’s in maine & sad, after JUST leaving her men <//3. who is sophie’s dad? we don’t know.
donna is NOT pregnant despite that she should be given the timeline ok, bc like i said earlier, sophie is already alive and donna just doesn’t remember having her yet :(
