Passion;

Pogue Parry. 17. Witch. Indie The Covenant roleplayer Tracking #mediatcr Mun is 21+

[moonflowermonster]

An Endless List of Movies - The Covenant, 2006 x

[sikanapanele-deactivated2018121]

For my lovely Mirit.

[sikanapanele-deactivated2018121]

For my lovely Mirit.

[silver-argents]

Hearing a boy’s voice in the girl’s locker room, Allison immediately yelped and grabbed for her towel. “What the hell?!” Covering up as quickly as possible, she turned to glare at the boy, quickly recognizing  him as one of the ‘Sons of Ipswich’ but if she’d have expected this of anyone, it would have been Reid or something. 

[mediatcr]

Pogue brought his hand up to cover his eyes as he beat a retreat towards the door. No-one was ever going to believe that this was actually an accident. Great, now he was gonna have a rep for spying on girls in the shower. “Sorry, I’m sorry, I really didn’t know this was the wrong-ow!” He  swang around, into what he had assumed was the door, but turned out to be the wall three feet left of the door. Wall he’d promptly smashed his face into in his haste to leave.

[letsdropin]

                  “ I’ve no shitting idea. Cuz he won’t talk to me.” He                         answered, jaw tightening. His fingers curled, as he                          pressed his lips tight. “Look. I KNOW I fucked up ‘lright?                         Just…” He looks away, and screws his eyebrows as he                         FORCES himself to stay still.

[mediatcr]

“Well, I think- and this is just a stab in the dark, I think he’s still pissed at you, man.” He doesn’t look much better off than Caleb, so Pogue heaves a sigh and steps forward, he curls an arm around the back of Reid’s neck and pulls him in for a hug. “You say you fucked up, but I wanna hear what happened from you.”

[silver-argents]

"How?"

Send me “How?” and I will randomly generate a number from 1-45 of what your muse will say to mine and my muse’s reaction.

9. “Are you in love with someone else?”

“What? Of course not, where is this coming from?”

[silver-argents]

“Pogue.. I don’t want you thinking I could have feelings for anyone else when I don’t. How can I help you see that?”

[mediatcr]

He knows he’s being unreasonable in the grand scheme of things. He can’t help it. 

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. I’m just....” Constantly paranoid that someone better than him will come along.

[miraclexwitch]

Wanda hums softly in understanding and nods along with his words. UNFORTUNATE. Having to put money forth to replace the bike that he had lost - adding insult to injury in her opinion. She flashes him a quick sympathetic smile once more before turning her gaze down at her open - albeit still very blank - notebook. A red ink pen has lay idle in her hands as the conversation had continued and without thinking about it, she begins to doodle in the margins. Red wisps - how very FITTING. Though not wanting to drop the boy all together, Wanda speaks back up even though her eyes aren’t locked onto his anymore. 

❝V’y brother has always z’aid I am never allowed on motorcycle. He z’ays z’hey are too DANGEROUS - v’erhaps he is v’ight. Z’hough I z’hink it v’as mostly him being overprotective. Is as z’hrilling as most say z’hough, YES Pogue?❞ 

Unable to contain her curiousness, the question slips through. She had never truly questioned Pietro’s no motorcycle rule before, having chalked it up to him simply being a good brother - but now she has to. The idea is planted. It’s dangerous, she knows - but there must have been a reason Pogue risked it all. 

[mediatcr]

Pogue’s own books remain shut in front of him even as their conversation lapses into silence, though he looks decidedly more alert than he did ten minutes previously. He twirls a pen between his fingers, eyes forward towards the professor. Though, every so often glancing over at the doodles she was making on her page instead of notes. Not that he could blame her, it wasn’t like he was taking notes either and he was meant to know about The Shining or whatever; all he knew was that it was a really boring unnecessarily long film. 

He looked over at her as she spoke again, though her eyes are focused elsewhere. He grins, remembering the exact thrill she was asking about, the feeling and exhilaration. But he knows  overprotective brothers and that’s stepping into dangerous territory.  Still, she looks so excited. He waves his injured arm. 

“It is dangerous. But the thrill? That’s an amazing feeling, there’s NOTHING like it. “

[mediatcr]

A moment of weakness (memes are my favorite)

Send ‘ A moment of weakness’ for a thing (apparently not all angsty) (31. Your muse catches mine naked. )

He’d been alone at the pool when he’d started, but when he reached the end of his final lap,he noticed Allison, walking out of the changingrooms. He gave a quick wave and hoisted himself out of the water, somehow leaving his shortsbehind.  

[mediatcr]

a moment of weakness, maybe? if that's okay with you o u o

Send ‘A moment of weakness’ for an angst thing (21. Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun))

He can see the panic on the woman’s face and his hand comes out, not to restrain her but as an offer of protection. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

[mediatcr]

a moment of weakness?

Send ‘A moment of weakness’ for a generated angst thing (9. Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly. )

Pogue was no stranger to nightmares that left someonetrapped and panicking, so when he heard the soft criesof someone trapped in a night terror he wasted no timein moving over to them. “Hey, hey, wake up, it’s okay,you’re dreaming,” he murmured, trying to be as gentleas he could, but still mostly convinced he was going towind up being punched in the face.

[memeroundups]

Send ‘a moment of weakness’

and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter. { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }

Your muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

My muse is emotionally compromised and breaking down.

Your muse is smashed drunk and incoherent.

My muse is completely drunk and incoherent.

Your muse is tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

My muse is all tied up (how and why is up to the mun)

Your muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and mine happens to pass by.

My muse is surrounded by thugs up to no good and yours happens upon this.

Your muse is having a vivid nightmare and is shouting out brokenly.

My muse is having a vivid nightmare and is crying out in their sleep.

Your muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is out of it, needing release.

My muse has been drugged with a aphrodisiac and is in a haze, needing release.

Your muse is being beat up by mine, something your muse did must of been the last straw.

My muse is being beat up by yours, something they did must of been the last straw.

Your muse is being kept hostage and mine has just rescued them.

My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them.

Your muse has been beaten badly and is in bad shape, mine happens to find them.

My muse is been beaten badly and is in bad shape, yours finds mine in this state.

Your muse falls very ill and continues activities even if they seem on the verge of passing out.

My muse is sick and continues daily routine even though they seem on the verge of passing out.

Your muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

My muse is in a frightened or nervous state (why is up to the mun)

Your muse is being punished by mine.

My muse is being punished by yours.

Your muse is temporarily blind.

My muse is temporarily blind.

Your muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.

Your muse has blackmail over mine.

My muse has blackmail over yours.

Your muse catches mine naked.

My muse catches yours naked.

Mun chooses.

[mediatcr]

“We haven’t quite worked out the kinks of getting along.”

Secret Circle meme

    “I think that’s an understatement.”

[magicxfix]

The Secret Circle sentence meme

“You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend/girlfriend, and not mine.”

“Why is it always squeaky old dirty places? Why can’t he hide in a mall or a nice hotel? “

“I thought having magic was supposed to be magical.”

“What’s going on? There’s extra sparkle in your bitchiness today.”

“It’s always the short, quiet ones you have to watch out for.”

“You’ve got that look that you’re about to invade a small country with nothing but your tortured soul.”

“I guess my taste in guys has hit a new low I never imagined possible.”

“Nobody else knows me like you do.”

“You’re a witch. Do a spell. Bring him/her back to life!”

“If I used your power to do it, you can help me bring _______ back.”

“You can’t live in the past. Especially when the present looks like me.”

“Once dark magic takes a hold of you, it’s impossible to get free.”

“Don’t be that pathetic girl who thinks “he will change for me,” they never change.”

“We haven’t quite worked out the kinks of getting along.”

“You are a one-woman relationship wrecking crew.”

“You need my help and to be honest, I never understood why we are not better friends.”

“How does this bitch get a free pass and I get burned at the stake?”

“Of course she did, because she’s a creepy little Stepford ghoul with dark magic and daddy issues.”

“I felt a connection between us the first moment we met.”

“I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

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❝noi’mokay❞ he shook his head and turned to   slump against the car. he was drunk, but there   was that part of him that wouldn’t let himself go   to far off the deep end. he wasn’t planning on   going home. not yet at least.  ❝just need some air.❞

[mediatcr]

It didn’t matter to Pogue how okay Caleb thought he was, he could see how much he was actually struggling. He simply flexed his fingers in a ‘gimme’ motion. “Keys, Cay.” 

[miraclexwitch]

While Wanda can tell he is attempting to keep a straight face as muscles shift beneath the cast, she can practically FEEL the pain that he is in. As her powers continue to expand with time, the brunette sometimes finds it hard to switch them off whenever she grows nervous. A defense mechanism Pietro calls it. Something to help her instincts kick in. And more often then not, the one power that flips into overdrive is the ability to see into the mind of others. Though as the pain seeps forward into the mind of the teen next to her, Wanda is only able to catch a glimpse of it herself before she notices what’s happening and makes the effort to block it out. Reading thoughts isn’t something she wants to do without permission wherever possible - especially  in a place like this where she is supposed to remain anonymous. NORMAL. 

❝I am z’orry to hear. Is your v’ike z’afe able?❞ 

Possessions such as vehicles are important to men - Wanda knows this. She has heard enough stories from her brother to know that the privilege  of owning his own mode of transportation is something he will likely never take for granted, and she can only imagine the worry and sorrow of losing something like that. He is lucky though - the accident could have been much worse. 

❝Or are you v’ithout a ride now?❞

[mediatcr]

Under the cast his arm itches, if only because there’s a cast in the way and he can’t itch it, but he’s left looking disdainfully at the plaster on his arm, it was a constant reminder of exactly how much he’d failed the coven by acting rashly and trying to take on Chase one-on-one. Maybe he needed that reminder to be more level-headed in future. It didn’t seem likely. And he couldn’t say he appreciated the memories that were  connected to it, the ones that surfaced each time it twinged or shifted on his arm. He was glad all the other superficial stuff had healed up already, his arm was just taking time.

He looked over at her and shook his head slightly and not without some amount of sadness. “Nah, it was pretty badly destroyed.” He could fix it, if he really wanted to but having it wrecked helped sell the story they were feeding people. “I’ll probably buy a new one when I can ride it again.” Yet another thing he couldn’t do with a broken arm. 

“I’m mostly getting rides from my friends, since I can’t bike or drive like this.” It wasn’t like he had a car anyway.

[eldcstson-deactivated20151129]

it isn’t often that caleb swears. in fact it was a bit of a shocker that it even had slipped from his mouth. he’s stumbling, and leaning against him as he shakes his head.  ❝yupp— walked in on em in my OWN kitchen too, too. tongue’s everywhere then just yep.❞ he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as he starts towards his own car.

[mediatcr]

Pogue braces himself under Caleb’s stumbling weight,  still holding him up and slowly, very slowly, making  their move out of the bar and then towards Caleb’s car. “Give me your keys,” he said, holding out his hand for them. It wasn’t like he was about to let Caleb drive anywhere right now, but he also couldn’t stick him on the back of his bike. So his options were limited to driving Caleb home in his car and then maybe calling Ty to pick him up from Caleb’s house, or spending the night making sure Caleb wasn’t gonna drown in his own vomit.

[iincantatio-deactivated20151108]

“Fuck!” The brunette curses under her breath as she reaches for the towel she had discarded only moments before he had so rudely entered. There’s a quickness to her actions as she tightens it around her frame, turning in his direction with a  rather blank and unamused glare. As much as she wants to chastise Pogue for having shown up unannounced, she knows there has to be a good enough reason. “Care to explain why you just waltzed right into my house without so much as a knock or a warning text?”

[mediatcr]

He keeps his back turned towards her, very firmly not looking in her direction as she (hopefully?) pulls on something. He chances a glance back at her once she speaks and finds her wrapped in a towel, which is better than nothing. For a given definition of ‘better’ anyway. He swallows thickly. “I did knock, the door opened, I thought it was your really lazy way of  saying ‘come in’. I might’ve been wrong.”