Imperfect Perfections

a dependent MMU blog for Hiddenwashington, \ alice cullen, allana solo, astoria greengrass, claire redfield, claudia, death, dorcas meadowes, inej ghafa, jester lavorre, keyleth, lunafreya nox fleuret, morrigan, piper halliwell, stevie mckinnon

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tragcdysewn‌:

rose looked around for a moment, her eyes narrowed as she scanned for threats, before grabbing the first person she saw. “what the fuck is going on? where am i?”

“Washington DC.” Thalia explained, “You know your phone has a gps locator option.”

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birdofscrrcws‌:

“Look at this little guy! Do you think he was a steed in his past life? I think he was brought here for me. He looks really fierce, and I love him.” Flynn held up the petite dog with a grin on his face, almost as if a child had just found their parents stock of candy. “I wanna keep him. I’m gonna keep him.”

Thalia felt a bit overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of the other,  “Well congrats, what are you gonna name it?” She questioned with a half raised brow.

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lmeio‌:

She could only stare out the window of the cafe, rain consistently tapping against the glass. Occasionally a clap of thunder would sound, signalling that the storm would likely be around for a while longer. The whole situation was enough to draw a sigh from Sakura’s lips, and shortly after she turned her heard to peer at the other individual who appeared to be trapped within the establishment as well.

      “Are you stuck here as well?”

“Stuck isn’t the word I’d use.” Thalia commented, though she hated to admit it.  Storms always calmed her down, a connection from her deadbeat of a father, that she’d rather ignore.  “Just trying to piss someone off.” She chuckled, 

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porcelainivcrysteel‌:

new ham had not been…entirely awful, kelly found herself having to admit. until the end, that was. in some ways, it had started to shape her more than usual, starting to confront herself and who she was, thriving there, in the sense of the word. finding a vocation, even. but it had been a change she was unsure about still. after all, even if it had held hope, who would want to be trapped there forever, especially with the brewing tensions? so, it was fair to say that she would not be so thrilled at the prospect of arriving in yet another place strange, even if a society was already established here, with adults, with enough food to not make them run out. a breath, and her gaze tightened, normally cheerful spread of lips halted together. eyes flickered all around as she opened them better, trying to make sense of it all, where she was. it was washington, sure enough, she’d been there on a visit before, but…it felt wrong. not the washington of the regular world. though she wanted to cling onto some hope still. to be safe. maybe they’d gone back, just not quite to home, though a bus could take her there. “hey-!” a soft voice earnest with lips trying to move a smile on, she called out, eyes bright. “is this home? not new washington or something…but just washington? is this the real world, the proper world?”. 

Thalia found the string of questions from the other, a bit delusional , but she sat there, waiting for her to finish as she shrugged her shoulders.  “It’s washington, and has been for as long as I’ve known it.” She stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets, “Now, what are you smoking?” She thought about it, “Cause it sounds like you’ve been on a break from the real world for way too long.”

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rvdliips‌:

“I said that I am fine.” Louis said, gaze glued to the floor. He didn’t want to admit that he wasn’t feeling okay. Having to adjust to not being a king and adjusting to this new life in Washington had proven… Very difficult. He’d lost Henriette. Someone he loved very much, and he still hadn’t finished grieving. He knew he needed to move on, but he couldn’t. He put his hands in his pockets, feeling the plastic packaging of film coated tablets and he sighed softly. Sleeping tablets, antidepressants… Too many medical terms he didn’t understand. It was too much to learn. Too much to have to know. “I just… I am not coping well.”

“Not coping well with what?” Jester commented with a curious look, her eyes shifting to the other with a confused look. “Are you not coping well with the weather?” Jester questioned,   “Or is it like the buildings, cause like these cities are impressive or is it more of technology thing, cause that is some magic i haven’t even begun to conqueror yet..”

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Thalia Grace Intro Undercut

how long has your character been here ; Thalia believes she’s been here for at least a year.

what is your character's job ; pickpocket. 

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom ; she’s pulled from the end of the heroes of olympus series 

has any magic affected your character ; Thalia no longer remembers the events of her life.  She knows she’s a demi god, but in her mind, she never made it to Camp Half Blood.  Never met Luke or Annabeth, and never became a tree.  She’s basically a demi-god who has done what she needed to do to survive.  Stay low, stay quiet, and not draw too much attention to herself.  

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know!! ; you can read more about thalia on her wiki page, but other then that just hmu for them juicy deets

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                                           “you're part of our family now and i promise,                                      i'm not going to fail you like our families did us.  Deal?

Thalia, Luke and Annabeth, they were together long before camp half blood, three misfit demi-gods, who lost it all when they arrived at Camp. 

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porcelainivcrysteel‌:

as per usual, her camera was hanging by across her shoulders, still not having updated to a phone or a more modern device to capture the world around her. her expression monotone for the moment, it was barely amused, black surrounding her body like a shroud. a colour that did not often stray from her body, there had always been a morbid association surrounding the self-proclaimed strange and unusual girl, and that was no different here. it had always been a personal preference of hers, one only enhanced in memory of her mother, who she thought of for a moment as she stood within the streets of washington. she’d heard the rumours surrounding here. about how people might live again. her mum has always been her home, the one person she latched onto…she’d done a lot to try and find her again, even going into the netherworld to try and seek her, and if there was an easy route in seeing her once more, with her arriving her here, she’d keep her eyes open always, always checking the photographs for any hope.

lifting the camera up, lydia clicked against it, snapping a picture with quizzical eyes, a tinge of her lips crinkling as she did so. people, alive, and especially dead, had always intrigued her from a distance, and she felt no difference as she captured a living moment soon to be gone otherwise. glancing at figures moving in and out of frame, a bare brush of a scowl presented itself onto otherwise amused lips. “flesh and bone” she mused. that was what she had chosen to come back to, it was messy, but it was home. “god, how does everyone seem so…happy in these pictures? what’s the trouble with a frown once in a while”. admittedly, she had been happy lately, celebratory even. but sometimes, it felt almost artificial, viewing the looks of happiness across the faces nearby.

Jester was sketching, the girl she had noticed taking several pictures.  Her eyes darting up as her hands move across the page, A brow raised at the others question.  “I think it is cause they know they are getting their picture taken, most people don’t like to frown if they know they are being caught on camera.” Jester stated flipping her sketchbook around, “My friends do the same thing, so I do my best not to let people know i’m drawing them, that way we get those real reactions.” Jester spoke, turning her sketchbook around. From the angle of the other, it simply looked like Jester was writing, 

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sallyhcrdesty‌:

– sally hardesty had LOST them– she’d lost ALL of them, and she’d lost all of them in the span of a single evening. in fact, the last thing that the blonde-headed woman remembered was SCREAMING at the back of some male driver’s pickup truck, speeding away from LEATHERFACE as he wielded his running chainsaw, FURIOUS in the face of his own defeat. at the time, all that sally could experience involved her amped-up emotions of relief, grief, and TERROR, unable to decipher between what was her own blood and that of her loved ones. the female felt dazed and confused, HORRIFIED at the prospect that franklin was truly d e a d, that she couldn’t have stopped his slaying, which had really been INEVITABLE, considering the male’s circumstances. sally must have walked for m i l e s when the truck dropped her off…. near a RIVER? the survivor waded into the water, as the body that surrounded HER OWN became tinged with RED, with the blood that soaked her clothes and dripped from her wounds. the sound of a stranger’s footsteps CRUNCHED against the brush of the forest, as sally spun around. “who is it?” she called out, her voice sounding TERRORIZED, not just frightened. “i warn you. you’d better STAY BACK!”

“Do you always go for a late night swim, in some rather disgusting water.” Pike called out from the shore, her eyes squinting as she made out the form.  She could splatters of red, and she was uncertain if the other was hurt or not.  “Come on, i know it is hot, but they have baths here! ones with their own flow of clean water.”

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laxdicsa‌:

“it’s weird, one minute i’m at the dinner table with my friends and family then the next minute i’m here.” rhys frowned slightly as he spoke to the stranger. he wasn’t sure what kind of magic brought him here but it had to be magic that he was sure of. “but what’s weirder is certain things i remember but then there’s this big fuzzy part that i can’t remember even though it feels important almost like someone cut out certain memories.”

“Well...” Baby looked up at the other, her mouth half full with a slice of pie.  Chewing quickly, and finally swallowing.  “You could join the club, I was a car siting on the side of the road, before I woke up.” 

[haleyjames]

Inbar Lavi photographed by Erica Kiara (2019)

[dinah-lance]

SHE COMES ALONE… BUT SHE COMES MORE WITH ANOTHER PERSON.

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icmadevicnt‌:

“Since I can’t drink or eat anything, would you mind if I brought you a drink? I am paying obviously.”

“Only if you are offering to buy milk.” Jester commented, “Cause it is my favorite drink.”

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ofinfinitxs‌:

Amara raised her eyebrows after registering that the excitable brunette was talking to her. “ it’s delicious, isn’t it? “ and sugary. noting the woman’s hyper attitude, probably had some if not most to do with it. “ Seven Eleven is the name of the store actually.. but yes, i do agree their slushies are quite good. “ at the offer, Amara politely declined. “ oh no, i couldn’t.  i’m alright,   thank you for the offer. “ she grinned right back. was it odd? yes. although, what isn’t here? “ is this your first time drinking one of these? “ she asked, slight amusing chuckle brewing in her throat.

“Oh yes, I’ve seen my owners have them before... but I kind of lacked the machinary so to speak to be able to have them before now.” Baby explained taking another large sip before wincing in pain gripping at her head.  “Ahhhhh.... ouch, that hurt--- why does that keep happening.” She pouted.

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d-winchestcr‌:

Dean stood and stared at this woman who claimed to be ‘Baby’ for several seconds, observing her through narrowed eyebrows, curious to see what she’d do to try to convince him she was ACTUALLY his baby. It would be kind of cool to have a companion in her, he definitely wasn’t someone that made friends easily and she’d understand him more than anyone else. He couldn’t help but smile softly when she mentioned the songs, closing his eyes and starting to sing the lyrics to ‘Riverside Blues’ before snapping himself out of it. He had to focus because he was not ready to accept this to be Baby, he crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes in a disapproving expression, only to soften when she saw the initials, the memory taking him back to the day him and Sam carved them into the back seat where they still remained to this day, those same initials now in the table at the bunker back home whether or not they will ever see it again, they will still be there. He eyed the initials curiously, running his hands over them softly with his fingers, “Baby …’ he whispered, part of him feeling absolutely crazy to start to believe her, he shook his head again as if to snap himself out of it, finding it hard not to laugh at the dog chasing tail attempt, grabbing at her arms to attempt to stop her, “that’s enough, relax,” he told her, “I’ll do it,” moving to stand in front of her back he lifted the shirt just enough to make out a devil’s trap before dropping it back down. This had to be some kind of joke and it was a joke he didn’t find too funny as he slowly stepped away, rubbing at his eyes and shaking his head at the mention of confirming where he was conceived making a face, “I think I’ll pass on that, thanks,” of all the things, Baby was definitely creative and whomever this was had taken all of the little details into consideration but he was going to need more convincing, “you’ve really done your homework, haven’t you? Marking yourself up like this for the sake of a practical joke? It’s borderline creepy. Of ALL the things why the hell –? he asked aloud frustrated balling his hands into fists before letting go. She was offering herself the chance to prove herself to him, something he was willing to take her up on as he paced the ground in front of her, trying to think of that perfect question, there wasn’t a lot only she would know that Sam wouldn’t know too but there was a lot in his life that wasn’t in any of those ‘Supernatural’ books that are significant. “Okay, Baby,” the name spitting off of his tongue sarcastically, “name an artist I listen to when no one else is looking?” He smirked to himself, confident she wouldn’t get this one if she was really pretending.

Baby couldn’t help the pout that appeared on her features, shrinking backwards at his insults.  A feeling she wasn’t used too, a darkened hand touching her chest where she figured her heart must be to make sure it was still beating, cause as of right now.  She thought it was breaking, if that was even possible she wasn’t sure.  “I am not Becky Rossen Crazy.” She sighed, She couldn’t say that what he said wasn’t possible, because she was certain Becky would have done it at some point.  She took a deep breathe as he gave her a chance, “When Sam fell into the cage, and you moved in with Ben and Lisa, you’ll never admit it but you would go into the car and you’d listen to some of Sam’s music that he kept in my backseat.  You wore out his copy of Fall Out Boy, and then proceeded to lie about it and say you gave it to Ben when he questioned you about it.  So you wouldn’t have to buy him another one, and admit you were actually listening to his shit.” Baby explained trying to pick a moment from her memory that stuck out the most, but the problem of being a former car.  She couldn’t read, and therefore, she never read the supernatural books.  “Does that help?”

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catasttrcphe‌:

Cedric had been prepared to reply, but the moment he saw her stumble he was ready to jump up and help her up. It seemed it was no use however, as by the time he’d stood she was already stable. Frowning, he looked down at his book, and upon seeing the drawing, he couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “I.. yeah, I guess you did.”

Jester smiled proudly, “I’m really good at that trick in particular.” she added with a scrunch of her nose as she laughed.  “Also pick pocketing, but i’ve been told that it is frowned upon... so I’ve been trying not to do that.”

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uirtutishonos‌:

                             vex  had  started  to  get  homesick,  sure  having  grog  and  trinket  around  helped  but  she  missed  her  family  back  home.  everything  here  was  different  and  so  much  that  she  didnt  understand.  but  when  she  heard  pike,  a  seed  of  hope  bloomed  in  her  chest  a  little  bit  and  a  smile  broke  on  her  face  holding  her  once  small  gnome  but  none  the  less  she  squeezed  her  happy  to  see  the  cleric.  ‘  pike !  you  grew,  and  youre  here ! ‘

“I know right!” Pike commented with a bright goofy grin, as she wiggled her whole body.  “I’ve gained an extra two feet, i’m not all tiny anymore.” She teased, “Though, it looks like i’ll never catch up with you all.” Pike tried to do a light jump but her armor kept her weighed down.  “Geesh, it is still like you guys are on stilts.”