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@noblemarks
« I WAS JUST NIGHT JOGGING, YOU KNOW, AS ONE DOES AND SUDDENLY, I HEAR GUNSHOTS. »
ind. Kevin Keller ( of CW’s Riverdale ) crossover / au friendly adored by Floyd
i might focus my energy on @kevykeller for a bit. my kevin muse has been begging for some attention.
sorry for the spam
but also wow look at me actually getting to stuff. *pats back*
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@noblemarks liked x for a lyric starter
“ The joy and the chaos, the demons we’re made of. I’d be so lost if you left me alone.”
It’s been a little over six months since Ian has been stuck in this world so DIFFERENT than his yet operates somewhat familiar to his own. A world filled with werewolves, werecoyotes, druids, and a list of things he could not even FATHOM in the wildest depths of his imagination. Still it does come as a surprise to him that he’s still able to retain his powers in this world, and to be quite honest he hasn’t really questioned it. Of course being someone that has a strange...scent...as some of the night creatures have so kindly put it, a lot of them have been attracted to him and tried to harm him. Even in this strange world there are some people that are defenders of the town of Beacon Hills, and as much as he tried to avoid them he’s strangely found himself allied with the group. It was not a traditional pack in the sense of having just werewolves that pledge their loyalty and allegiance to on alpha, but a mixture of creatures and beings—and he somehow allied himself with them.
Of course now he’s got a plan that will have enough power to fuel his spell and hopefully open a portal that’ll take him to his OWN timeline. He just had to wait for the exact moment that the moon will be in front of the sun and he approximates his window of opportunity to be anywhere from five to ten minutes, during which he cannot spare a second to activate the spell. It did not take long for his allies to hear of his hopeful departure to his own world. Each of them wanting to do whatever they can to make sure it goes off without a hitch, but of course the solar eclipse won’t be for another three weeks. Still Ian found it odd that Stiles wanted to talk to him in private since he did not think the sheriff's son even trusted him from the moment he showed up. When he spoke the witchlighter couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at what was coming out of Stiles’ mouth. “—ju-just what are you saying to me Stilinski?”
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IT WAS NOT EASY BEING BACK HERE. It had been years, and yet the memories were still too fresh. A still too tender ACHE that never seemed to go away. He felt more than he had in quite some time, and none were positive. He took a step back at his words, like he had been slapped. “ I’m sorry. I wish things could have been DIFFERENT. ” Guilt in his eyes as he stumbled, trying not to meet his gaze. ( he can’t. ) Eventually, he shook his head, heaving out a SORROWFUL sigh. “ You didn’t need me anymore. ” It felt like a LIE, but the Elders had judged he was time for him to leave. So, he had obeyed. “ They said you were ready. ”
He PROMISED. He promised himself that he would not get misty-eyed if or when he ever came back into contact with his former familiar, but how could he not? Even though it had been YEARS since the two of them were together, the pain just felt too fresh in his heart and his mind. There was a sort of dependency on Ian’s part for the kitty that he felt such a strong bond with—something that he did not share with anyone else. Somehow even finding out years later that his cat was none other than a familiar meant to help him as a novice witch did not help the situation. It meant that his familiar was WELL AWARE of everything that occurred in the Marks home, more specifically, just how uncaring his father was towards him. Like he didn’t matter. Like he was nothing. “But I DID need you!” his voice coarse from his throat starting to dry up just as cold tears slowly start to roll down his cheek. "At one point you were the only thing that made me feel loved in that house and then you just ABANDONED me.”
Having some extra time to himself, Ian decides to pop back into New York so he could actually have a chance to go to the Met and see the exhibits that they might have. The mutant orbed from his home in Sussex and moments later he reappeared just outside the doors of the building. Of course he then realized that the place was closing in five minutes—which would not allow sufficient amount of time for him to view everything to his leisure. He figured that since he made it all the way over here he might as well enjoy something, so he walked the down fifth avenue with no real destination in mind.
While he was enjoying the sights of dusk in The Big Apple there seemed to be some kind of blockade of police cars lined up on the street and some uniformed officers deterring pedestrians from going further. Naturally Ian got curious since this has to not be a normal occurrence, but of course when he approached the front of the crowd the officer told him it’s not safe to pass. “What’s happening?” he asked the officer, to which she told him frankly that there was a robbery in progress and they were handling the situation. “No, offense but it doesn’t seem like you lot are doing that.” She reassured him that they are doing the best they can to make sure everything will turn out okay. Ian knew that he had to do something the help them. The way he saw it, him being there could prevent any real casualties from happening. With a snap of his fingers and a bit of concentration Ian’s clothes shift from his civilian clothes to his hero uniform. The few pedestrians near him and the officer herself were astounded by the sudden transformation, but of course she felt compelled to let him pass.
Ian was waved over by the person in charge and briefed about the actual situation—that there is a robbery taking place but a few people were unable to escape. The robbers have them being held hostage and refuse to speak with their negotiator on trying to release someone as a sign of good faith. The witchlighter gulped when he realizes the severity of the situation. He’s never really come across this kind of stuff before and the whole superhero thing is still pretty new to him. While he attempts to come up with a plan it seems like there’s another costumed hero that came onto the scene. Thank goodness. He doesn’t have to do this alone.
“Did you hear about this too?” he asked the masked gentleman.
— [ liked for a starter here ▸ @spoider-man ]
Today was an exceptionally gruesome day of failing to initiate the same spell he used to open a portal into this world. It’s not like he didn’t remember the exact wordings he used to get him here in the first place—it’s more like there’s something more powerful that’s preventing the spell to work. Either that or this world requires something to charge the basic spellwork to get it to do what he needs it to. Thankfully whatever is hindering him from leaving this world is not restricting him from usage of his actual powers, but still he needed to refresh himself and not stay cooped up in the hotel room he rented. What was only supposed to be temporary housing for him is starting to become more permanent as time passes by. He’ll need a new place to stay until he can actually figure all of this out and soon. That’ll be a worry for later.
There was a nice little coffee shop a few blocks away from where he’s currently crashing, and perhaps the atmosphere of the place might put him in the right head space. At least that’s what he hoped. Before heading deciding to stand in the queue to place his order, Ian heads straight for the restroom to splash some water in his face—hopefully it’ll help him not look so exhausted.
The witchlighter stared deeply into his reflection in the mirror wanting so desperately to breakdown given his current situation, but he needs to be strong. Maybe this is all a test the Elders set up to see how he fairs in an unfamiliar situation—no...no. They would never go this far. Ian thought he was alone in the restroom until he hears a voice coming from most likely one of the stalls. “—uh, hello?” He pulls his attention away from his reflection to scan his immediate area, just to make sure he wasn’t followed or something, but when nothing shows up it doesn’t alleviate his suspicions. “Is someone there?”
{ continued from here ▸ @fracturedpneuma }
‘ I don’t know what you want from me…you know I’m trying! ’
— [ liked for a starter here ▸ @orbinglight ]
date a boy who says he loves you in between kisses
❝ I was just night jogging, you know, as one does and suddenly, I hear gunshots. ❞
ind. Kevin Keller ( of CW’s Riverdale ) crossover / au friendly as told by Floyd
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surprising absolutely no one, i’m so very tired today and my muse is low. i’m playing battlefront rn, but maybe after this campaign i’ll listen to some music and regain my muse, or possibly work on my kevin keller blog (which i promise to drop soon)
WHELP!! I spent most of the day trying to create and do stuff for a test muse: Kevin Keller (from CW’s Riverdale). I would drop the blog link but in my haste I didn’t even make any rules and I’m far too exhausted to do anything else. I’ll probably work more on it after work tomorrow and give ya’ll some deets later.
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“It was a simple plan, really-” Kai interrupted himself by cramming a handful of french fries into his mouth, chewing intently. ( No matter how many months he’d been free of 1994, bad habits died hard- especially when he had no real interest in re-learning his social skills. ) “I stole your friend’s phone out of the dorms- also, dorms? Really? Ew- and texted you to meet me. You, being as revoltingly trusting of people as you are, showed up to an empty bar that isn’t even open yet- which, come on, I thought that would have made you at least question me- and voila.” He stopped chewing and smiled menacingly, reaching for his drink. “Here you are, all alone. Like magic. But!” Kai held up a finger, waving it mockingly. ( Was there any other way, really, to wave your index finger at someone? ) “As long as you play nice, I will too. Do we have a deal?”
Everything in his being knew that something smelled like a trap from the moment he got a text from his friend, but Ian will be dammed if he didn’t at least show up to make sure they were okay. As soon as he arrived the lights were flickering haphazardly inside of the empty bar which was somewhat haunting in a sense. As soon as the man made himself known Ian stared him down with such displeasure, but of course he could not do anything at the moment. “H-How?” he starts before Kai blabbers on about his plan to lure him down here which was just as he expected, a trap. There he is sitting there nonchalantly chomping away at his food and flashing that cold, baneful smile—something wicked is surely headed his way. The tall gentleman enters the bar slowly, keeping his eyes trained on Kai but still not approaching him just in case he has some kind of spell or trick up his sleeve. “There’s no deal unless I know my friend is alive and okay.”
grant, being very proud of the beard it took him months to grow out. ♥