E Dolore Magna Gloria

✨️Just emerged from a fairly long hiatus, so I'm working on getting back into the swing of things✨️ Enter the forest and find what you've been looking for. (mun is 21+)

[forestofforever]

E dolore magna gloria-  Great glory from pain  

Carrd/Permanent starter call/Interest tracker

[forestofforever]

✨️I'm back babey✨️

Turns out I lied 🤷🏼‍♀️ and my life is going to shit so IDK if/when I'll be back.

[forestofforever]

Sylvester received some soft headpats.

Sylvester is... a bit taken aback by suddenly being touched. At least the touch is pleasant. Gentle. He supposes he can allow it.

[healingbrews]

🌺🍵 The Doctor Is In  🍵🌺

A Selective, 21+ Blog for Ind. OC Hinoka Yoshitaka | Penned by Katt

🍵 Rules | 🍵 About | 🍵 Verses | 🍵 RP Wishlist

[forestofforever]

A few days ago, I found out that there's a Neko Atsume 2. Sadly, my joy at this discovery was quickly beaten to death when I started playing it.

[zanerose]

I love deeply traumatized men with haunted eyes. Like hell yeah babe look at me as if I'm the only good thing you've ever known.

[forestofforever]

Automated customer service emails and chats make me want to commit an act of violence.

[forestofforever]

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS! Rules: Answer and tag six people you want to know better.

TAGGED BY: @maledictaphantasia

TAGGING: @arcanescholxr, @theotherrookie, @foxedthecards, @sunwelt, @the-haunted-office and @leondxs

Favorite color: Green, especially sage green. I also like blue (preferably a more muted, greyish blue).

Last song: Ritual by Ghost (specifically the live version, it's the superior version imo).

Currently Reading: I always read multiple things at once, so I am currently reading Ghosts by Dolly Alderton and Haunted Houses: Classic Stories of Doors that Should Never Be Opened by John Landis.

Currently Watching: Supernatural (re-watching it with a friend, we're at season 6 now).

Currently craving: a shitty Mcdonalds cheeseburger. I know it's not a good burger, but it's what I want.

[impuls1ve]

going to stab myself do you want anything

[theotherrookie]

That sounded like regret. Rook wasn't surprised by the sudden hesitation, being well used to that same reaction any time she went asking for books on the supernatural. It was an unusual item to request and it could be a lot of trouble to find for even the most experienced librarians.

She thus didn't blame Jeremy, even more given his strong beliefs. The fact he was making the effort to stick to his word was remarkable and appreciated. So it was possible to get along.

"I'm going to keep them, it'd be only fair if I paid you." That kind of article was a bit too expensive to qualify as a tip. "But we can get back to this if you manage to find them."

They were still rare books, after all. Rook couldn't help a chuckle at the question.

"You should wear gloves to preserve the value of the items." she promptly answered, "They don't do many reprints and paper doesn't age gracefully. But that's it. They're just weirder ornithology books, don't start chanting near them and it'll be fine."

[forestofforever]

He nodded, "Alright, wear gloves, no chanting." The gloves were probably a good idea; he'd seen and touched enough old objects that were quick to crumble if not handled correctly. While Jeremy prided himself on having a gentle and precise touch, he sadly still ended up with plenty of broken things. He would have to be especially cautious around these ones...

"I uh... I don't mean to be difficult, but... could you perhaps tell me how you usually go about looking for books like this? I'm honestly not completely sure where to start..." It felt bad to ask; asking her basically meant he was giving her more work, even though he'd been the one to offer his help. Still, he hoped that performing the act of actually looking for the books would be enough to make up for it.

"And after that, do you come back to visit in a few weeks to see how things are going, or do we exchange numbers so we can contact each other in case we find anything?"

[arcanescholxr]

Dwight felt his heart hammering away in his chest like a frightened bird, flapping against a cage. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Everything happened so fast that he was unsure how to even go about this, or how to even feel. The only thing on his mind was relief.

Wester wouldn’t be wrong, but nor correct. The witch has placed plenty of situations out in the woods where there was less eyes to watch. Of course, these were usually werewolves or goblins looking to loot the witch or consume him. A human robber at his shop would be the first.

“No, truthful, it’s never happened at my shop before.” Dwight admitted, his hand still resting on his chest. The next question took him off guard. Security? At a bookshop? It didn’t seem warranted. In fact, it might dissuade customers from shopping at a store if there was someone walking around looking for skulls to crack, metaphorically.

Then again, the current situation proved some security wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“Security? Oh well, it’s just….i guess I’m unsure if this will ever happen again.” Dwight mumbles.

[forestofforever]

"Oh yeah man, I mean, it's probably safe." These things didn't happen regularly, Wester was pretty sure, and the current robber was about to get arrested, so that probably meant the threat was gone.

Still...

"If you want, I can just sort of hang around the store for a bit in my free time this week? I'm not security or anything, but I'm usually pretty good at... uh... this? I guess?" He looked at the robber, who was still looking deeply uncomfortable, even as Wester had loosened his grip a little by now.

"Not looking for an extra job or anything, I just think maybe it's good to have someone around for a bit, just to be sure." He doubted there were more robbers waiting to rob this specific store, but you could never be too careful. And besides, the store was a comfortable enough place to hang around.

"No pressure, I doubt you'll actually need my help at all, but y'know, I just want to offer it in case you do want it, even if it's just to feel safe."

[arcanescholxr]

A (Sylvester) pins B (Dwight) and stabs a syringe into their neck.

DRUGGING SENTENCE STARTERS

Dwight grunts when he feels a massive force colliding with him. The air is knocked out of his lungs as he hits the ground. The witch lays there, confused, and attempts to get up, only to realize that he was pinned to the ground. Dwight looks up at Sylvester, his eyes small and afraid.

It was so quiet in the shop that Dwight didn’t even hear Sylvester approaching him. It was night and closing hours for the shop that Dwight assumed all the customers had left. How long did Sylvester lie in wait for Dwight to be alone? Dwight attempted to struggle, to kick his legs out in an effort to get Sylvester off of him.

Then Dwight felt something pierce his neck, a strangled gasp leaving him. When Sylvester holds the syringe into view again, Dwight feels his blood run cold. “What..What did you-.” Dwight attempts to get his words out, but they slide against his tongue, useless and mumbled.

Whatever was in the syringe seemed to work rapidly. In an instance, Dwight became limp, losing the struggle against Sylvester, his head rolling to the side. Despite his paralysis, Dwight’s eyes remained open, fearful and fixated, the only sounds leaving him was the occasional wheeze of pain.

[forestofforever]

Sylvester was not the strongest person around, but his dedication to his craft was enough to keep the other pinned until the needle slid in. He'd been keeping an eye on the shopkeep, analyzing his body, his proportions, his facial features.

He enjoyed working on a wide variety of people, showing off his craft by granting them immortality. That's what they never understood. That Sylvester wasn't doing this to hurt them, but to keep them preserved, to grant them eternal life... but that was alright. He wasn't looking for their appreciation or gratitude. He had yet to find someone who truly understood...well, besides Benjamin, he supposed. Benjamin didn't seem to fully grasp it either, but at least he could still appreciate Sylvester's craft. It had been Benjamin's idea to start working on people to begin with, and Sylvester was forever grateful for the awakening that had brought about.

And thanks to Benjamin's support, Sylvester was able to move his new project to his workshop. All Sylvester had to do was drag the shopkeeper outside, where Benjamin had a van waiting for him. At some point during this process, the drug would most likely knock Dwight out, keeping him unconscious until he would eventually wake to find himself tied to an operating table.

[tragictwinflames]

“Call the police..?” Adlai would pause as if offended but his expression would never change. “And what exactly would you tell them I looked like?” Oh he’d run a hand through his hair and tilt his head to the size before letting it drop to his side. He wouldn’t expose all his tricks just yet- the other already seemed freaked out over something so minuscule. Still, him calling the police was hardly a threat.

Adlai could feel the energy is the air- amusement and curiosity would be the simplest way to sum up how he felt. This was the most entertaining thing to happen to in god knows how long. The world was often so dull and mundane that any change would bring excitement. Who would’ve thought he’d run into someone like him?

“Leave in the name of god right? That’s how that line goes?” The white haired man would roll his eyes. He’d glance at the shards lifting off the ground and then up at the lights flickering before back at the other. “Come on, show me what the church has taught you. Go ahead and destroy this little shop you’re trying so hard to protect.”

He wouldn’t let up- Adlai would drill it in the other’s head that this was not the works of something evil but it was his own action. Humans and beings alike were simply nothing to him- so why not waste a little time toying with someone?

That’s when the bell above the door rang- another customer? Adlai couldn’t help but stare down Jeremy, wanting to see his next move.

[forestofforever]

This had to be some kind of nightmare. This couldn't really be happening... Nobody had ever acted this way towards Jeremy before, and truthfully, he was at a loss. If the threat of the police didn't help, then Jeremy wasn't sure what his next move ought to be.

The other's words were both confusing and frustrating. The church had taught him plenty: how to fight temptation, how to introduce people to the church, how to be good... but the church had never taught him how to deal with a physical embodiment of evil. That wasn't really the sort of thing that people were ever truly prepared for.

It was making him feel dizzy, black spots dancing at the edges of his vision. But before he could give in to the exhaustion, the door to the store opened. Jeremy looked over, eyes widening slightly. Usually, he would be glad to have a customer, but with this current presence in his store, he wasn't sure it was safe for anybody else to be around here.

"Sorry, store's closed." He croaked out.

"But the door is still open, and the sign-"

"Yes, I know. Family emergency, I was just about to lock up."

Jeremy herded the person back out of the store before Adlai would be able to harm them. As soon as they were alone again, Jeremy looked back at the other. "What is it you want from me? Truly? The store doesn't make much money, I don't have much to offer you. You can take the Discman if that's what this is about." A final attempt to get the other out of his store.

[fun-gineers]

Trüberbrook stole my heart with its handmade style.

[forestofforever]

On the one hand, having a love for a piece of media that isn't that well known is awesome because it feels like you've found this hidden gem that belongs solely to you... On the other hand, you have nobody to talk to about it because nobody really cares.

[forestofforever]

Like uuugh, I just want Daryl's little pink outfit okay!!!

[forestofforever]

On the one hand, having a love for a piece of media that isn't that well known is awesome because it feels like you've found this hidden gem that belongs solely to you... On the other hand, you have nobody to talk to about it because nobody really cares.

[arcanescholxr]

The blow never came. Instead, someone had stepped in. Dwight opened his eyes to find the robber dragged to the floor by a much larger man. A small gasp left Dwight, his hands reaching up to cover his mouth in shock, as he watched the two wrestle on the ground. The situation was over as quickly as it started with the robber quickly disarmed and immobilized.

Dwight was snapped out of his shock when Wester addressed him.

“H…Huh? Oh! Yes, uh, yes of course!” Dwight stammers as he fumbles for his phone, his shaky hands attempting to open it. When Dwight manages to get ahold of the police, he puts his phone back in his pocket and looks over the counter once more. “They said they’ll be here any moment now.”

“Are you fine? I could find something to tie him with.” The bespectacled man started to look through his counter for something to help Wester.

[forestofforever]

"Oh, I'm fine, he's not that strong." Wester replied casually before tilting his head as he looked at the other. "Are you okay? This whole thing probably gave you a good scare." Just about anyone would be shaken up after a situation like this, and while Wester had "solved" the situation, that didn't suddenly mean that the other hadn't been affected.

"Guessing this sorta stuff doesn't happen much?"

A bookstore didn't seem like the sort of place that made enough money to warrant a robbery, but then again, what did Wester know?

"Some malls have like... not bouncers... but... security? Do you need security?" It wasn't like Wester was looking for an extra job, but the man behind the counter didn't seem like they'd be all that good at protecting themselves, and Wester being a massive softie, meant that he wanted to protect those that appeared to be incapable of protecting themselves (even if his assessment wasn't entirely accurate).

[whumperly]

DRUGGING SENTENCE STARTERS feel free to change tense / syntax / whatever you like to best suit your character

from the drugger

"Easy. It's beginning to take effect."

"Oh, are you starting to feel strange?"

"There we go. Shh, shh... Don't fight it."

"Took it long enough to kick in."

"You might start to feel dizzy. That's normal."

"This will only hurt for a moment."

"This will hurt you more than it will me."

"I promise, this hurts me more than it will you."

"You have five minutes before the drug takes full effect."

"That took longer than expected."

"Does it hurt? Good."

"Stop struggling...!"

"This is for your own good."

A shushes B and smooths back their hair as the drug begins to take affect.

A holds B close as the drug begins to take effect.

A pins B and stabs a syringe into their neck.

A pins B and forces a tablet past their lips, holding a palm over B's mouth until tablet dissolves/until B swallows.

from the drugged

"What did you do to me?"

"Did you put something in my drink?"

"I don't feel so good."

"I feel... really strange."

"The room is spinning."

"I think... I think I'm going to be sick."

"Something... isn't right..."

"No, no, stop...! No needles!"

"I think I need to sit down."

"I think I've been drugged."

"I can't see straight."

"Something was there! I know it was! Can't you see it?"

"I don't... know how much longer... I can fighhh..."

"I can't feel my hands/arms/legs."

"My hands/arms/legs are starting to go numb."

"I can't move my hands/arms/legs."

"I... don't think I can move."

"I feel like my heart is about to beat out of my chest."

A groans and starts to pass out.

A whimpers as they realize they're paralyzed.

A begins to hyperventilate. Something is wrong.

A doubles over, gripping their abdomen in pain.

from the bystander

"Whoa, careful. Are you okay?"

"I just saw that guy put something in your drink."

"You don't look so good."

"I think I need to call an ambulance."

"I think you've been drugged."

"There's nothing there. Are you seeing okay?"

"Stay awake for me. You have to stay awake."

"No, no! Don't close your eyes."

"What's wrong? Oh my god. Tell me what to do!"

"Your pulse is racing!"

"You look really pale. Are you alright?"

"You're sweating through your clothes."

"Deep breaths. You're going to be okay. An ambulance is on the way."

"I know it's scary, but the doctor knows what's best."