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cordelia reid. INDIE & SELECTIVE fandomless original character established 08/14 tracking #pclymathed mun & muse 18+ triggers & nsfw present. penned by robyn

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      when he was younger, all he had was the ocean and nature as a whole. to be able to escape from the harsh reality of his world and sit there, listen to the world that was nature, the beach, and feel so content in those moments that something like his REALITY did not affect him. this is what it felt like, those sweeter moments, but this time he was with someone he truly loved, and to be able to share those moments made it even more special. he would hold onto her hand, fingers laced, as they easily made their way into the water. the warm sensation made him smile brighter, head tilted to catch her gaze as she begins to speaks. baby steps, conversation used as a distraction, ‘are they?’ he’d ask, interest piqued as he looks out to the horizon. ‘what is a naiad then? and, more importantly, are they out here?’ he’d smile, they were already ankle deep, does she notice?

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she notices -- and she’s terrified, but she’s trying not to let it get to her. “i don’t think they live in the ocean. i’ve researched them - they’re kind of like... spirits of bodies of freshwater? like, every lake has a spirit and that’s what a naiad is. they look like people but if people looked more watery.” she laughs. “that doesn’t make sense. if anything supernatural is in the ocean, it’s probably a mermaid.” she bumps his hip with her before she sighs. “the spirit of the lake by my house -- she tried to drown me, once she saw me manipulating the waters.” hand would be shaking if he wasn’t already holding them. “she dragged me down by my ankles, and i swear it was almost as bad as -” she stops. he knows where she’s going with that sentence. “anyways, my dad ended up coming outside and FREAKING out.. but I never really felt safe in any water after that.” and she drops his hand, to slip her arm around his torso. her heart is thrumming fast, but she feels safe right then, with him beside her.

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      ‘okay, okay – I just love the beach.’ as if that was not obvious. and, he had great memories at the beach, why not create some more with her? he would lean forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead before taking her hand within his, fingers laced and he stands up with her. ‘we don’t even have to get in far, even though the further out you get –’ he’d stop himself, he didn’t want to scare her. ‘not important, just the surface, right?’ baby steps!

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“I can tell.” She counters and laughs. There is something absolutely BEAUTIFUL about Damian when he’s around something he loves, and it just makes Cordelia admire him more - the way his eyes squinted up when he smiled, how relaxed he seemed. It was all very DISTRACTING. “Alright, um, let’s go then.” She disregards him cutting himself off, because she doesn’t want to discourage herself, and soon, they’re stepping into the water. Bare feet against wet sand that follows the tides, and when a wave gets pulled back in, she loses her footing and holds onto him a little TIGHTER. “You know,” she begins, trying to make a casual conversation, but Cordelia’s never been great at that. “Where I grew up, there was a LAKE behind my house. It was how I found out I had an affinity for water, or whatever you want to call it.” She laughs, looking a little nostalgic for the days before everything fell apart. A sigh escapes her. “Anyways, did you know mermaids are real? Naiads, anyway. And it turns out they aren’t very NICE.” And it’s vague, but hopefully, he understands what that means.

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      ‘you have to practice it as much as you can. you keep that magic in you alive, and you learn what you’re fully capable of.’ it was exciting to teach a witch of abilities, ones they did not know they in fact held. he never held the desire to teach, however; but, he considered cordelia a friend, and for a friend he would budge past his irritation of teaching. his smile was bright, it was SINCERE, and he was happy for her. the touch did not bother him and he’d lightly reach with his free hand to lightly touch her own hand in reply, ‘you know, my family, more specifically my grandmother and mother, hold up a coven within the city. if you ever wished to learn more that is.’ hand would drop from hers, a shrug soon following. ‘they’re friendly and always willing to help, I just never took interest.’  

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she’s suddenly apprehensive, and she shakes her head. “i don’t think that’s a GOOD idea.” she mumbles, laughing quietly. “i’m embarrassed enough to have one of my FRIENDS having to show me, i don’t want anyone ELSE to know how inexperienced I am. Truth be told, Nadav, I don’t even know where these powers came from. My parents died YOUNG but I knew them well enough that I’m fairly certain now that their of them even HAD them -- does it skip generations like that? Do you know?”

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     any witch could manipulate fire, along with any real elemental work; took practice and with the right intent. elemental work was not his specialty, and there was more to elemental work than simply igniting a flame, but it was the smaller joys he has come to love. he’d smile as he sees the flame burst within her hand, ‘you really did do it – !’ he is just as excited, probably more emotion he has ever shown lately. ‘just think, you may have powers manifested in you deeper than just a simple flame.’ she probably did, but he did not think he was the best teacher for that. he’d help her though, if she wanted.

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“I HOPE so! That would be really cool if I do.” She’s working on bringing it back now, just to see if she can do it AGAIN, and his approval and excitement is truly inspiring, and flames end up licking across her palm and fingertips. She’s BREATHLESS, distracted, and she nearly panics in a moment of forgetting how to put it out. But once again, forming a fist smothers it, and she looks a little SOBER now. “But maybe that’s enough for today.” She’s still not sure how Nadav feels about PHYSICAL CONTACT so she somehow manages ( just barely ) not to engulf him in a hug, and manages to just touch the back of his hand with her still-warm palm. ‘I really appreciate it, Nadav.” She says with sincerity in her tone. “You’ve been really PATIENT, and it’s sweet, since I didn’t have anyone to explain this stuff to me.”

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      he was quick to wave his hand as if to “blow” away the flame, hand resting comfortably at his hip. ‘intent, you need to focus and if you have it in you, then –’ he would stop as he sees the spark, suddenly smiling much brighter. ‘I did! you need to try it again, just concentrate harder. just — PICTURING it.’

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laughter, BRIGHT, escapes her -- “it’s there!” she’s got a bit more confidence now, inspired by knowing it’s not IMPOSSIBLE, and his smile also makes her feel a little more sure of herself. it’s like he has faith in her, too. “KAY.” she says, taking a deep breath before she really focuses, and a tiny flame, like a lit CANDLE, flickers in her palm. she swats at him with her other hand, to make sure he’s looking. “this is AMAZING.” she clenches her fist, which effectively extinguishes it, and looks at him EXCITEDLY. “you’re such a good teacher, nadav!”

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     why was she so afraid of water, he wondered. clearly he would never ask her unless she wanted to tell him, just a general thought. hands rest against her thighs as she nears him, a slow smile painting over features, ‘obviously i’d hold your hand.’ to reassure, of course. ‘did you want to? I mean,’ he’d turn his head just right to look over her shoulder and back at the water, ‘it feels nice, and it is warm, and – we can do it together, right?’

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“i’d like to try.” cordelia says slowly. he was sweet, patient, reassuring her in spite of her fears. the way he describes the water sounds tempting, but there’s a tight, apprehensive sigh that escapes her. “YEAH, let’s do it then. you look like you LIKE SOMETHING for once.” she teases. “can’t let you have all the fun.” and she would tell him, when she felt like it needed to be SAID. for so long it had been such a strange situation, she hadn’t been sure if it REALLY happened at all.

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     ‘the fire thing?’ there was a lot of “fire things” that he did. hand would lift as a sudden flame bursts within his palm to flicker slowly between them, ‘that?’ he’d smile at her, a little too cocky, head tilted as he watches for her reaction. ‘well, it is one of the basic things to learn, witch wise. I believe it is more intent than anything.’ best way to explain it.

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she holds her OWN hand out, stares at it hard. nothing happens. “should I be able to do that?” she asked, LIFTING an eyebrow. “I don’t even understand-” frustration laces her tone and suddenly, a spark flies from her palm, then smoke. she squeals. “hey!! did you SEE that?”

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@wolfskiinned

SITTING in the sand, Cordelia would eye her boyfriend with a lazy gaze, because he looks GOOD in the sun, skin a little wet, shirtless. Maybe the BEACH isn’t so bad after all. She stands, brushing sand off of her legs, and she MOVES toward him, draping arms over his shoulders. “If I SAID I wanted to get in the water..” she said slowly. “Would you hold my hand the WHOLE time?”

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@necromantiia // starter

“how do you DO that?” the inexperienced witch asked, looking at the OTHER with intrigued hazel hues. most witches learned from each other, from parents or grandparents - but CORDELIA did not have that luxury, and instead she learned through LOGIC and RESEARCH and making things up as she want. “the fire thing.”

[heathcrm]

@pclymathed

                    he was in a hurry you could say, long strides guiding him up the museum steps and through the double doors that so many others seemed to flood in and out of. he’d been on a search, a rather meticulous one, but a search nonetheless. he needed someone that knew their way around the dark arts, the reason why still seemed even hazy to him but he knew there was a strong need when even superpowers couldn’t compete with the force he was up against. red eyes are careful as they watch the swarming masses filter through and he can only pause for a moment, how was he going to find someone in all this commotion. with a cock of his brow, he moves forward pushing past people and ignoring those who dare turn and give mild looks of surprise, specifically those huddled around the main desk seated right below the giant ass dinosaur. with a nimble hand, he reaches across the desk to grab hold of the P.A. system mic, the clerk barely opening their mouth before his opposing hand lifts one finger to pause them. clearing his voice his finger clicks the button. “ attention local museum visitors – i am looking for someone practiced in the black arts, whether it is minor or professional you are needed. you can find me under the  — “ red eyes flicker to the clerk with an expectant look only repaid by a silent stare, a loud and rough sigh leaving his lips. with a lick of his lips and a glance above him he continues “ i am stationed at the front desk seated right up under this giant dinosaur’s ass. “ with a final click off he tosses the mic to the clerk before nodding turning around and leaning back against the counter, feet crossing at the ankles. now all he had to do was wait. 

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the witch would wait, watching the male for a few moments after his announcement as he looked around for someone to approach. did he - did he actually EXPECT that to work? sure, everyone in townsville was aware of monsters and science and heroes and villains - but those experienced with the dark arts? well, witches still had a reputation, the occult was dangerous and finicky, and scary to OUTSIDERS. feeling sorry for him, cordelia finally approaches, holding out a hand for him to shake, perfectly manicured nails shining under the HARSH museum lighting. she is aesthetically the opposite of how anyone would imagine a witch - light pink pleated skirt complimenting a white button down nicely, before black tights lead to black ankle boots - she’s meticulous, she’s neat, she’s.. PREPPY.  — “hi there, i’m cordelia. you said you were looking for someone versed in the BLACK ARTS and, well, i’m your girl. nice to meet you.”

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* cancdian

               beck just thumbs along her cheek and smiles softly down at her. “you’re so beautiful,” he whispers into the din of the night, the partygoers in full swing. but all he can look at is her, the grin wide and evident on his face. there’s a haziness to his eyes that can only be described as contentment.

              leaning into the affection she gives him, that small ( slightly bashful ) grin leaves his lips, keeping her close. “i didn’t want to correct you,” he admits quietly, hoping she would understand the connotation without having to say it out loud. and then she giggles. fuck. she’s so cute, he thinks, leaning forward to press his lips to her forehead. after a moment of lingering there, he pulls back and looks at his watch. “do you want to leave? we’ve made an appearance.. we could go down to the beach.”

eyes squint from smiling so big when he calls her BEAUTIFUL. it’s pleasant to hear, especially from someone who MATTERS. eloquently, she responds to him.  — “you’re dumb.”  — but she registers the look in his eyes and doesn’t move an inch from the spot where he’s looking at her. she doesn’t know what sort of MAGIC this is, but she doesn’t want to break the SPELL.

he speaks again, and his words leave her pale and SHY, because she’s not quite sure what he’s trying to imply but she’s pretty sure it’s supposed to be SWEET, maybe even ROMANTIC, and too much color comes back at once until her face is flushed and r o s y.  — “So let’s go to the BEACH then. This isn’t really my scene anyways. You know that.” — Cordelia wasn’t in to crowds or NOISE or people drinking just to drink. Cordelia liked SPACE and quiet and OTHER  d e e p  shit.  — “I promise I won’t try to BURY you this time.”  — She’d only been teasing the other time anyways, thank you very much, but she understood if he was still WARY.  — “but you gotta promise you’ll kiss my forehead again.” — because that was the best way to make her feel ABSOLUTELY special.

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me & my girls!                                                   

[morvles]

Oftentimes, his routine involved an early egress from home for a morning run. Something so freeing was even more exciting now that he’s to become accustomed to his new neighborhood. In time, when the sun is out and the other inhabitants of the city have become a part of the usual bustle, he’ll return to his building with a cold bottle of water in hand to cool off. When he stepped in front of his doorway, he would take notice of the one across. So slow on his feet, curious as to why one might leave her home so open to visitors, he peeked his head in to check on the inhabitant. “Is this normal?” 

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she had been PAINTING again, evidenced by her MESSY bun, and PAINTBRUSH in hand, today with a streak of BLUE across her cheek. hearing a now-familiar VOICE, feminine form turns slightly and shoots a GRIN to her neighbor. “EXTREMELY.” she comments, placing paintbrush bristles-down in a water-filled mason jar as she STRIDES to the door. “this place may LOOK extremely TRASHY, but the truth is, pretty much everyone in this building are GOOD people who can’t afford anywhere NICER, so we’re all pretty FRIENDLY here, not gonna LIE.” she looks him over, beads of sweat, water bottle in HAND. a single brow lifts, POLITE smile still intact. “is THAT normal?” she questions. “i can’t IMAGINE getting up before this hour, especially not for.. EXERCISE.”

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rooster teeth sentence starters.

❝ wait. can we steal babies? ❞

❝ i'm going cakeless. ❞

❝ come, on. face the challenge! don't be a wuss. ❞

❝ as you know, i'm a fan of blazing it up and smoking dat herb. ❞

❝ speaking of hard, my dick. ❞

❝ i'm really smart sometimes, but only sometimes. ❞

❝ you promised me a death. ❞

❝ he's allegedly a piece of shit. ❞

❝ the ghost wants you to blow his wood ❞

❝ YOU WILL NEVER GO TO OLIVE GARDEN JUST FOR THE BREADSTICKS! YOU WILL GET YOUR ASS TO RED LOBSTER EVERY WEEK AND SHOVE THAT CHEDDAR INTO YOUR HOLE, AND YOU KNOW IT, YOU FAT FUCK! ❞

❝ everyone’s tried sucking their own dick. ❞

❝ i’m not gay, but i WILL suck a dick ❞

❝ i saw a bird die on tv once. ❞

❝ do babies float? ❞

❝ but a dude could just sperm everywhere all-day, every-day and never run out! ❞

❝ but how does a gloryhole work? How do you know what you’re gonna get? ❞

❝ no, pinnochio is not biblical. ❞

❝ when have you ever seen a bird take a piss? ❞

❝ just because something existed, doesn’t mean it’s good. case in point; the holocaust. ❞

❝ I’M SORRY. I WENT TO PUBLIC SCHOOL, OKAY?! ❞

❝ how do you make a baked potato- do you just bake a potato? ❞

❝ i once shaved my beard, and _____ shaved his head, so i glued _____'s head-hair to my chin, and _____ glued my beard-hair to his head. then, we both shaved our pubes and glued them to ______'s armpits. ❞

❝ i’d do an impression of you, but i don’t have a dick in my mouth. ❞

❝ there’s no upside-down in space! ❞

❝ what would happen if your penis was gay? like, you were straight, but your nob was into dudes. ❞

❝ do you think goosebumps for blind people are like reading a bunch of jumbled letters? ❞

❝ i bet if I went back to the dark ages, i could be some type of ancient sex therapist. ❞

❝ in the lego movie, the word ‘lego’ isn’t said once ❞

❝ i had a girlfriend once who would talk to trees. ❞

❝ that turned my phone gay. ❞

❝ i walk in and you’re filming. that typically means something’s happening. ❞

❝ you are the mother of all dinosaurs. ❞

❝ you don’t drink the heroin. ❞

❝ you can get anything at a wal-mart, even tornados. ❞

❝ cats are like large goldfish. ❞

❝ it's hard to remember what you've forgotten. ❞

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starter call so i can rly get this blog back up off the ground

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            breathing in and OUT, beck just CLENCHES his jaw to TRY to muscle through WHATEVER demons he’s feeling. it’s CLEAR that his isn’t a mistake on HER PART, but his FEAR is overshadowing him and he DEPLORES it. he’s usually so calm & COLLECTED. but around her, he loses all SENSE of reason and understanding. 

             “are you KIDDING me? i could never be MAD at you over SOMETHING like that. you’re MY best friend,” beck tells her, SMILING from ear to ear AT HER reaction. & at how CUTE her snort is. “do you REALLY mean that?” he asks her OVER the din, reaching a HAND to tilt her HEAD up towards his, a BRONZE thumb lining her CHEEK gently & carefully.

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he’s cupping her cheek now, and she FREEZES, because, well, they normally don’t touch like that. they don’t normally seem so romantic, even when they spend so much time together - hold hands, go out, stay in. They’ve shared a bed, even.. PLATONICALLY, of course. But he was way too close now, in a way that she adored. “Of course I mean that. You’re my best friend, too, you know. It would make sense.”

She SIGHS, and moves to kiss his cheek. “and THANK YOU for not correcting me. I know you wouldn’t EMBARRASS me on purpose but if you’d even done it on ACCIDENT, I don’t think I ever would have lived it down.” A nervous laugh, a burst of giggles, escapes her, and she places her hand over his, the one resting at her cheek, as she leans into the touch SLIGHTLY. To say she is enjoying the affection is UNDERSTATEMENT of the year.

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                BECK can tell she’s uncomfortable, so A HAND immediately smooths to THE SMALL of her back and PULLS her close to make he KNOW that he’s not UPSET with her in the slightest. he was going to offer her the RED CUP silently, but she takes IT without saying much and THEN there comes the apology. RELIEF showers over him and he SHAKES his head as he quietly PRESSES his lips to the SIDE of her head, her TEMPLE. beck just LINGERS there and TRACES easy circles on the CURVATURE of her spine.

                                               “hey IT’S okay, people make MISTAKES, right?” beck tells her, BECAUSE that’s what it was, right? a mess up. a flub. “it… it was a MESS UP, right?.. or?” he starts, DARTING his eyes down to her OWN and SUDDENLY the whole room is WAY too hot and he’s TAKING notice of how CLOSE she is. so he pulls HIS ATTENTION away, and to the FESTIVITIES, but DOES not remove his hand, if anything just PULLS her closer, the louder the music GETS.

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he’s TOUCHING her, which is a good sign that maybe he doesn’t hate her forever and think she’s the most AWKWARD creature on the planet. she’s lost, momentarily, in the soothing touch to her back, his lips at the edge of her hairline. hard beverage still crossing her lips because he’s still touching her, and she needs something to distract her from how distracting THAT was.

“mistake?” she echoed, voice soft suddenly when his words register.”i- i don’t think so. not exactly, no. i mean, it’s not like that’d be a- a BAD THING, or something. I just.. I guess I was thinking about SOMETHING ELSE AND I- I just really want to make sure you’re not MAD. i hope i didn’t embarrass you.” and he pulls her closer, suddenly, the music getting a little louder, and she feels her face starts to WARM. “unintentional, yeah. not a mess up.” a snort. “we might as well be dating, with how much time we spend together.”