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COVID-19 / Asylum Quarantine

Rowan absolutely LOVING the alone time she gets to practice magic with no disturbances.

Formal && fancy cursive letters addressed to her neighbor next door

Sitting at each other porches && throwing airplanes notes at the other.

Crappy games like starring contests, rock-paper-scissors, && would you rather’s && whatever none sense they could create but both argue about who won.

After Janis or whichever nurse makes the night round Rowan && Bayden talk late at night with an tin can telephone.

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BELLE MOREAU / @labellelovesroses​

"I don't know Drizzela you tell me.” Belle spoke you frowning. “This is the last time I will write it and review it. The paper is in perfect and I’m not doing it again.” She said narrowing her eyes at the girl. “You don’t intimidate me.”

She tightened her jaw && nodded constantly.  “Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank yoouu!”  Her SQUEAL of d e l i g h t could compare to that of a harpy call.  Trying very hard not to roll her eyes at her as Belle was predictable.  “A deals a deal.”  A written paper for the book Belle was currently reading that she stole.  It literally was her weakness && drove the girl nuts.  Giving her book back once she had the paper in her hands putting it to her lips && giving it a kiss.  “I’m intimidating?  But we're friends.”  Lying but it was nice having Belle around.  “Open the book there’s a surprise inside.”

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DESMOND PARKER / @silentlionsroar​.

He hasn’t seen her in quite some time sure around the halls but that was about it, having not been to the club recently. He had been cracking down more so on his studies after word got out about his recent failed relationship then there was the pressure from home, the classes helped take his mind off it all. He cracked a smile seeing the other, “I thought it would be just me out here.” He said softly relief washing over his face. The company was much appreciated after his days in the corner library room. “It’s nice to see another friendly face,” he had just been about to ask her about how the last meeting went when a noise broke him out of his thoughts. It wasn’t from her that he could tell. It came from beyond her.. or was it behind him? His eyes darted in thought trying to dilate the sound but the space was just too large. His eyes met hers as he tried to silently communicate to go back towards the door, it didn’t help matters much that it had already started to get dark out. As he began to make his way towards her a quick movement it would have been, enough to push her towards safety his hand hovered above his wand but he felt a touch on his shoulder before he was grabbed and his attempt at speech cut off his elbow tried to ram into the others chest eyes locked on hers hoping she was safe but saw her still. His hand worked to grab at his pocket where he hid his knife

♘ ⎯ ASPEN WAS JUST ABSOLUTELY AVERAGE, THE KIND of unremarkable, limpish, freckled Scottish girl who was easy to overlook in a crowd.  Well, she tried hard to appear to be anyway.  But today was not like any other day.  She swallowed hard, muttering a prayer to Loki, the patron saint of being crafty && sneaky exploits to watch over her.  Squinting so hard praying she wasn’t seeing Ignis yawn, opening his wee’l i l mouth wide revealing a flickering forked tongue.  

       ALL curled up && tangled in a dragon knot on her chest.  How it snuck in && how it found her she could worry about that later.  She had more pressing matters to worry about like if one, just one, student alone or if these girls were to wake up, it would raise the alarm to the others && she’ll be done for!  Putting this dragon no bigger than a Scottish terrier on her pillow very very careful not to disturb his slumber ( or face the sleeping beauty’s wrath of cranky shrieks waking everyone up ).          FLIPPING off her covers && scrambling out of bed silently panicking at 6AM in the morning.  Rushing to get dressed as she cautiously lifted the entire pillow while she stealthy made it to the Hufflepuff’s common room almost kicking over a flower pot on her way limping towards the stone fireplace she put down her pillow.  Fumbling around in her back she’d put a special collar on Ignis her clan created to keep this under wraps in case they had to transport Ignis around muggles.  

       SHE watched as scale shades of green && his body warp to a feathery red creature.  It most certainly had the appearance of a macaw.  Just minus everything of a macaw especially when he still had his cold reptilian eyes for starters.  Then to the sounds it made, && has the possibility of Ignis blasting fire && blowing smoke out of its nostrils.  Since direct spells wouldn’t work on dragons so this was the best they could do as long as no one touched Ignis it’ll go alright.          BUT either something happened to her dad, or Ignis just really, really, missed her.  Aspen closed her eyes “I will nae think about it,” she mumbled to herself.  “I will nae.”  Aspen tucked her Hufflepuff cardigan into her skirt having to carry the sleeping beast close to her.  Kicking her pillow into the flames as her tights were dark to hide her scars as her polished combat boots hid her prosthetic limb.  Leaving with a face that was unusually grim finding herself missing breakfast && lunch heading towards the stables.  

       IT was better to do a good full day of hard work to keep her mind from wandering this early in the morning.  Sleeves rolled up && her hair pulled half-up with stray hay in her hair as she was covered in dust && grime by the time Desmond showed up doing this for some time.  “Sorry to disappoint ye.”  Huffing as she was a little out of breath as she wiped the sweat off her forehead.  Gazing past Desmond realizing it was getting dark.  A large brightly red-colored tropical bird flew off her shoulder towards the upper ceiling rafters.        GAZING down at Desmond with cold reptilian curious && defensive slits cocked to the left as visible thin trails of smoke wisped.  Becoming ruffled feathered with a soft low growl Aspen ignored.  Raising an eyebrow as FRIENDLY wasn’t a word many people would describe her.  Chuckling as she folded her arms under her chest leaning against the barn wall.  “Desmond wasn’t it?  What brings ye to th’stables this late at nicht mate.”  Aspen spoke in a bitchy piqued tone as her eyes drifted up at Ignis.

      SHE bit the side of her lower lip.  What in bloody hell was going on!  First Ignis now Desmond?  Watching him try to silently communicate but it showed in her squinting eyes && forehead crinkle she wasn’t so sure what he wanted her to do.  Not much of a type of a gal that was too good at lip-reading or ever good at charades.  But the world blurred as he quickly pushed her as she found herself stumbling back && landing on her arse pretty hard.  The sounds of Ignis fluttering his wings heavily && soon the echo of flapping.          THE world appeared fuzzy, as did her thoughts.  Out of anger, she wanted to bash his freaking face!  “Why in bloody hell did ye do that for!”  She hissed. Until her breath caught in her chest when she saw another figure letting out a part scream part shrill.  She guessed she owed Desmond an apology later.  While her mind began to swirl, exhaustion && confusion conspiring against any form of reasoning.  What she was seeing didn’t make sense.  HOGWARTS was supposed to be a  s a f e  place.  

       BUT this was far from  s a f e.  In the heat of the moment, something prickled inside her, a sense; a feeling; warned her to get themselves out of here.  Ignis the red strange-looking macaw upon the rafters of the barn shrieked back at the top of his warning shrill.  The man that attacked Desmond took a few steps back ready for impact when a blur of a red beastie-e s q u e macaw dove at him in full force, screeching in pure fury.  Hands rising up to protect his face with a string of curse words.

       WHILE this tropical bird came diving down at him over && over.  Leaving ripped fabric && streaks of red against his skin.  “C’mon,” Aspen grabbed Desmond’s hand && helped him get back up on his feet.  Knowing Ignis couldn’t hold that man off forever.  Making a dash for it even ramming her body into the man when he wasn’t paying attention making him stumble back slamming against the wall of the barn.  But payback’s a bitch as a goldfish orange flash fizzle-cracked past them.

       BARELY missing them but hitting the barn’s doorway frame made Aspen && Desmond showered in debris && broken shards of wood from impact.  The scent of burning wood && sawdust filled her eyes && lungs making her squint as her eyes watered up && coughing uncontrollably in a mix of smoke && fresh air.  Not so sure which way to go.  LEFT?  R i g h t?  Straight on?  Heavy footsteps behind them were getting closer && who knows how many more could be out there.          Taking a quick glance at Desmond as she wiped her face with her sleeve while her vocals were hoarse && dry from sawdust && smoke.  

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Into the Woods || Ryden

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 BAYDEN WARDEYN / @bay-pax-psychosis.

Did his mother track him by her phone too on her personal time? He had never really thought about it. Maybe Rowan was right? Whatever. He just went on and didn’t keep pursuing the topic. 

As for the stables? “Well, yeah. But, I guess you have to get passes from your doctor to go there. There’s always aids there to assist you. I love riding.” Bayden admitted as it was one of his more favored activities. He just didn’t like the extreme supervision. People weren’t breathing down your neck all the time when you went to the arts and crafts room. But, then again there was a big difference in the dangers of rounded scissors and eating school glue verses getting kicked in the face by a thousand pound animal. “And no Rowe. They’re real horses.” 

As for the cover story of using the fog as their excuse if they do get caught was pretty damn good actually. His face lifted brighter, “Not bad, not bad at all.” Bayden approved of this idea. Together they were forming a pretty damn good story if this night went array. 

The little jab had gotten under Bayden’s skin and he popped off like he usually did, but usually it didn’t earn him any apologies. He usually managed to get under someone else’s skin by result. So, when he heard Rowan actually apologize after his run at the mouth he stopped his footsteps and stood there thrown off. He was trying to remember if he’d ever had a reaction like that before that was real and not just some delusion. She said she was sorry and it actually froze him in place mid-stride. Then he turned to look at her curiously. 

He didn’t even really know why she was in the asylum’s rehab program. It was the first time he was even curious enough to wonder about it. They were all mentally fucked up somehow. He knew that. He might have been the director’s son, but it wasn’t like he had access to private medical files. His mother was unethical, but not that kind of unethical. She had her lines. Framing her son for murder was okay, but sharing private information like that, no way. Standards, right? 

It was also the first moment he realized he didn’t question Rowan’s existence even once. Other people he’d known had been delusions of his own making. He started to question whether real life people were real at all or not. Life was so confusing to him. Rowan was real. He just knew it. He couldn’t make up someone so infuriating and so gravitational if he tried. He wasn’t clever enough to make someone like her up. 

She didn’t say fuck you or pop off back at all. She didn’t tell him to cool his jets or settle down. She didn’t tell him to stop being so damn sensitive.

She apologized.

Wow.

Dumbstruck.

Instead of accepting her apology or even acknowledging it, he said, “I bet we could get real passes. You and me. My doc keeps pushing me to socialize more. To go to equine therapy I mean. Like… ya know… together. If you wanted to, um… eh… er…. I mean, if we live through tonight, that is. I mean, if your doctor would, ya know… let you. But, you know, only if you wanted to.” 

But, he didn’t feel right asking the really real reason why she was here. It didn’t feel like the right time. They’d always talked in vague references and had never really gotten that personal with one another. But, right now, after all this time, he was starting to get curious. But, he noticed the horses had drawn her interest. 

      One long pause && Rowan pondered sneaking a glance at Bayden.  Snorting a pft sound as he h a d to correct her about how the HORSES were real &&, not plastic.  He must have really cared about it as much as she was curious.  But she didn’t let herself think about it too long there was too much going on tonight to be distracted.  If she survived the night she can think about h o r s e s all night long.  “Alright, they’re real.  Thanks for the tip captain.”  Snickering softly as she always imagined he’d be more of a basketball lover. 

       Perhaps she also imagined he’d enjoyed playing soccer with his spaghetti noodle legs for a past time.  Guess she couldn’t judge a Bayden Wardyen by his love of doors && horses.  Sighing as she looked ahead stuffing her hands into her hoodie’s pocket, hoping her luck would get better soon.  She may have not planned the fog.  It was eerie as much as it gave her the chills in worse ways.  It was pretty terrible letting her mind wander about it making the hair on the back of her neck stand on edge.

      Not bothering to answer him back as she was more concentrated on listening to there surroundings instead for a moment.  Afterall what they couldn’t see didn’t mean whatever was out there couldn’t.  I f anything was out there.  She wouldn’t admit it but she was a little nervous now that she thought the darkest of thoughts.  GREAT.  Now she just regretted she didn’t chatter back.  Biting down inside her cheek as she glared at the fog that obscured && restricted her visibility.

       She jumped as Bayden suddenly stopped making her skin crawl like she walked through a nasty spiderweb.  Now what?  Did something happen or did he see anything?  Hesitating, she glanced at Bayden making a bitchy face that made it easy for him to read take-a-picture-it’ll-last-longer.  Walking past him as she questioned what the hell did he look back at her like that for?  Was there something on her face!  Realizing she didn’t know where the stables were when she passed Bayden.

       && she had to admit after thinking about it Bayden was smart in his own way as he thought of an angle she didn’t think of.  Not that she thought he thought of this consciously but animals had higher senses then they did.  && if they sensed something that they couldn’t see in this fog.  Then there is something out there that might be a potential danger.  So until they got there Celestis shouldn’t worry.  Though why did he look at her like that?  It was like he was confused or constipated.  Maybe he was both.  

       Almost saying something mean holding in her laughter right after she just apologized.  She never realized how much of a terrible person she was.  Scratching the back of her head confused && rubbing her neck on edge.  Was she always that way.  No.  To be honest she always found being mean && bitchy got people less hurt from her by driving them away but for some reason, Bayden’s still stayed.  Which was odd && not that she’ll admit it out loud was kinda nice.  

       But what made her really ask herself; why were the director's sons always drawn to her?  First Leo && now Bayden.  Groaning.  She snapped herself out of it before she thought anything more.  “Hey kapten we got to stay on schedule.”  She spoke in a low voice in hopes to snap him out whatever was stalling him.  Walking side by side when he caught up with her.  Celestis thought about it.  How could she not agree to that kind of proposition?  It might take a while seeing how bad they get into trouble tonight even with there story.  

       She knows his mother will put her in isolation which she isn’t to bothered by the idea.  She enjoyed isolation because she was able to practice her telekinetic skills without distractions.  A bit of a smile crossed her features as she snickered.  “I f we live through this Bayden && everything checks out Id like that.  I've never seen a real horse before so I think it will be fun.”

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BAYDEN WARDEYN / @bay-pax-psychosis.

He stayed quiet till she threw that paper snow ball. He didn’t seem fazed at all and didn’t even respond to it. 

“My plan?” He rose a brow as if the question itself was absurd. “What do you mean what is my plan? I was talking about getting to know each other. You warned me to be careful because getting to know someone changes things. All I planned to do was actually ask you questions and hope you’d actually answer them instead of giving me  your stock answers to avoid people like I do.” 

Then he reached out and ripped off a piece of paper and wadded it up. “Don’t get me started on running away. I just haven’t perfected my escape plan yet. My last few attempts backfired.” 

Then he threw the wad right at her face. 

Then he grabbed as many papers as he could wadded them all up and pummeled her with them like it was a real snowball fight, laughing all the way. 

       Celestis - no Rowan’s appearance squinted in his direction.  “NEXT time a y e s would be acceptable than a poetic fuck this shit speech.”  She said as she was mildly confused earlier if that was a y e s or should she grab a pen && start to write for him.  She thought he was more prepared to write an epilogue on how life sucks here in Briarcliff Asylum.  But what surprised her a bit was that he saw her in his future in his own way?  It was touching that he thought that in away. “Ok!  But we can’t do it here,” she hastily said as she didn’t want to have that kind of conversation here.  It was already emotionally draining being here already.  “I don’t want to have THAT kind of conversation here.”  Distracted for a split second but where should they have that kind of conversation anyway?  “You.  Me. . .  On a rainy day at a  coffee shop.  By the way your totally buying since I don’t have money.”  Good plan.  

       Not only would it be harder for them to run from the other if it’s raining but deep down she’s always wanted to go to a coffee shop!  It also sounded like a place to have a deep conversation.  Raising a partly ripped piece of paper to block his first throw that bounced to the floor.  But what she didn’t expect was him to be so fast at wadding up paper && throwing them back at her.  This backfired on her so bad.  “Note to self.  Don’t get in a snowball fight with Bayden.”  She mumbled in a huff snatching a pile of printer paper off the table as she’d stand up && squeal nearly laughing after getting pelted with a ton of hits.  She couldn’t keep up because her bulky gloves made it hard to ball up paper fast enough as she gave up even wadding paper after awhile && just threw the sheets of paper in his direction while they fluttered in the air in an aimless paper-like direction.  Holding her hands out trying to block the endless paper snowballs backing up towards the wall.  “Ok! Ok! Ok!  Bayden you win.  Jeeze.  I yield!”  

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Send me a number (song edition!)

1. Your current favorite song

2. A song that used to be your favorite, but now you don't like

3. A song that used to be your favorite that you still like

4. A song that you're embarrassed to like

5. A song that reminds you of another period in your life

6. A song that reminds you of a place you've been

7. A song from a genre you don't usually listen to

8. A song you loved when you were a little kid

9. A song you loved 5 years ago

10. A song that reminds you of your childhood

11. A song that reminds you of your best friend

12. A song that reminds you of someone you hate

13. A song that reminds you of your current partner/crush

14. A song that reminds you of an ex

15. A song that makes you want to fall in love

16. A song that makes you want to cry

17. A song that makes you want to slay your enemies

18. A song that you work out to

19. A song that you've seen performed live

20. A song that you've listened to on repeat recently

21. Your top most played song on iTunes

22. A song that motivates you to work/helps you focus

23. A song from the soundtrack of your favorite video game/movie/TV show

24. A song that you think is really overplayed

25. A song that you listened to ironically, but now you genuinely love

26. A song that reminds you of your favorite fictional character

27. A song that best describes your personality

28. A song that represents "your aesthetic"

29. A song that cheers you up when you're sad

30. A song from a band that you've grown up loving

31. A song that you want to cover (regardless of how much talent you have)

32. A song that you think has an important message

33. A song whose message you don't like

34. Your favorite song that's a cover of another song

35. A song that sends chills down your spine

36. A song that best describes your current emotion

37. A song that helped you through a difficult time in your life

38. A song that you think is underrated

39. Your favorite instrumental (no lyrics/singing) song

40. A song by a band from your hometown

41. A song from the year you were born

42. Your favorite "old" song (pre-90s)

43. A song that makes you laugh

44. A song from your favorite musical

45. Your favorite Disney song

46. A song that you wish more people knew about

47. A song that you love to dance to

48. A song that you can't help but sing along

49. A song whose lyrics you have memorized

50. Free slot! Any song you want to share!

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BAYDEN WARDEYN / @bay-pax-psychosis.

“I know.” Bayden said in defense. He knew not everyone had tight knit families. He was just trying to understand where she was coming from. He didn’t see the big deal until Rowan told him to be careful. 

Trying to get to know a person changes everything?

He sat there through her jelly eyes on toast comment too engrossed in thinking on what could change. 

He colored quietly not saying a word for awhile deep in thought. Every now and then he’d scratch at his arm trying to pick the eyes that were looking at him out, seeing things that weren’t really there. He shook his arms getting agitated by what he was feeling under his skin. Then everything was normal again for him and he looked up at her with a disgusted expression. 

“Our lives suck. Yours does and so does mine. Like really really suck ass. Maybe you’re satisfied with this bullshit, but I’m not. We’re grown ass adults spending our Christmas in a psych hospital’s art room with coloring books. I say bring on the fucking change. I mean seriously? What if this is as good as it gets? Fuck this.” 

“But, if you’re too chicken- so be it.” 

       She observed Bayden under her eyelashes.  She almost asked him if he was OK as he scratched his arm.  Never seeing him do that before.  Maybe she was imagining things as that Christmas sweater he was wearing not very comfortable?  Did he need lotion?  She had some back at the cabin.  Or was she to harsh on him?  Fingers brush through her hair flustered in her own way.  Wait!  So what if she was harsh?  Life wasn’t fair.  Better be honest && t o u g h on him now than give him a false reality.  Squeezing her eyes together tightly, she gritted her teeth && tried to not imagine how shitty life was sometimes.  She was an adult && wasn’t cleared to get a part-time job.  The only GOOD thing about this place next to knowing Bayden was solitary confinement.  Not because she enjoyed being falsely accused as a troublemaker or being alone in any way but it was a great place to practice her

            abilities without being disturbed for hours.  His mother enjoyed breathing down her neck because she’s become quite close to her son.  A heavy sigh escaped her.  But he didn’t understand that Briarcliff was also better than most places because of his mother when it came to comfort.  There weren’t a lot of places with animals or horses or outdoor living as well as Briarcliff.  There were far stricter places if he took a second to research.  But none the less it still sucks.  “So what is your grand plan Bayden?  Enlighten me.  Do you want to run away?  Because I don’t think writing a strongly worded letter a thousand pages long is going to h e l p.”  But she did get up && grab a stack of white paper writing absolute nonsense crumbling it up && chucking it at him.  Then she chucked another crumbled ball at him.  Then another.  && another.  Throwing SNOWb a l l s at him.  Paper SNOWb a l l s anyway.

[eternalmemes]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! ( season two,  part three )

❛ why do i feel like we keep having this conversation ? ❜ ❛ i’ll do your job for you,  you take all the personal days you want. ❜ ❛ it’s not like we sit around talking about crime. ❜ ❛ we are on a secret mission. ❜ ❛ this takes family night to a whole new level. ❜ ❛ come on princess,  stop worrying about your manicure. ❜ ❛ go home.  take a long shower.  wash all that noise down the drain. ❜ ❛ the stupid thing is,  i can’t live without her. ❜ ❛ oy,  yoy,  yoy,  what happened ? ❜ ❛ that is not oil,  but you must know that,  right ? ❜ ❛ why don’t you sit down ? ❜ ❛ oh.  you think ‘cause you all have guns that you’re in charge ?  that’s adorable. ❜ ❛ see all this goes away the second you disrespect me. ❜ ❛ so what do you wanna do here ? you wanna make it personal or you wanna keep it professional ? ❜ ❛ i’m sorry.  i tried to call you.  i was trying to text you. ❜ ❛ you have a yarn emergency ? ❜ ❛ no, no  -  he is not a child.  he is not a person.  he is a cat,  who would probably eat your face off if he didn’t have food for,  like,  five minutes. ❜ ❛ we got her this hilarious card that’s like ‘you’re not getting older, you’re just increasing your value!’ ❜ ❛ can i get a margarita ? um,  hold the lime juice and uh,  the triple sec,  and the sour mix.  yeah,  and can you put it in a shot glass and,  uh,  throw it on the birthday girl’s tab ?  thanks ! ❜ ❛ i’m not gonna have sex with you. ❜ ❛ yeah,  i know for some reason all this seems to scream that i’m real down to party,  but i’m actually just a regular person who’s trying to get real drunk.  i’ve had a week. ❜ ❛ won’t even let you drop a deuce on company time. ❜ ❛ just imagine,  if you will.  rounding up the saddest little losers on the entire planet.  perverts,  knuckle-draggers,  and rapists.  that is who they hire,  every time,  without fail. ❜ ❛ you’ve really got a whole  ‘i’ve thrown away everything in my life’  vibe. ❜ ❛ i really hate the way you’re speaking to me right now. ❜ ❛ how has it never occurred to you that what you’re doing is gonna come back and bite us in the ass ? ❜ ❛ we’ve gotta stop this guy. ❜ ❛ what do you think this is,  huh ?  some kind of hobby ? ❜ ❛ if you mess up at that,  you go to jail,  or you die. ❜ ❛ your traveling game is on point.  you’ve got your friends,  gummy bears,  what more do you need ? ❜ ❛ i’m really trying to give you your space but,  um,  gotta be honest,  it’s kind of killing me. ❜ ❛ if you’re just gonna torture me for the next six months,  i really think it’s better for both of us if i just cut my losses and move on ❜ ❛ for one,  you’ve got a great attitude,  and i feel like we could really use that school spirit around here. ❜ ❛ i just feel like i would have a lot less fun if you’re not here. ❜ ❛ why are you being so cool ? ❜ ❛ i do have one question,  though  -  what do you want ? ❜ ❛ this violates so many codes.  hr,  health,  morality.  and just common decency. ❜ ❛ i’m as low as it gets.  i’m disgusting.  i’m sewage.  you know how they drain it for fertilizer or whatever ?  i’m what they can’t use.  i’m the sewage so rancid they have to bury it a hundred miles in the earth and hope that nobody ever finds it  -  i’m that garbage. ❜ ❛ please,  just say something. ❜ ❛ but you thought about it.  i would never even think about it. ❜ ❛ i think i’m gonna have to teach you how to dirty talk because this  -  it’s not doing it for me. ❜ ❛ the more you know,  the less you’re gonna like,  okay ?  just trust me. ❜ ❛ i failed.  like capital F failed.  with flying colors. ❜ ❛ you gotta keep your head,  man. ❜ ❛ you can’t solve every problem by shooting someone in the face. ❜ ❛ the next time they come knocking  -  and they will,  ‘cause they know where you live,  and they know what you do  -  they’re just gonna want a cut of the action. ❜ ❛ they’re just gonna keep taking,  and taking,  until you’ve got nothing left. ❜ ❛ after she gave you a certain wedding ring that turned into two nights at the bellagio. ❜ ❛ we’ve known her for like ten thousand years,  you don’t just throw that away for almost. ❜ ❛ where are you going ?  you look like a cat burglar. ❜ ❛ she won’t let me call him,  she’s just pooping and screaming. ❜ ❛ you know what,  your vagina’s probably like way more destroyed than mine. ❜ ❛ hey,  you can do this,  okay ? ❜ ❛ hey,  what are you still doing here ? ❜ ❛ are you in love with your ex ? ❜ ❛ so,  do i even have a shot here ? ❜ ❛ so what,  you want me to carry you out like costner in the bodyguard ? ❜ ❛ again,  you are mad at me for something i did not do. ❜ ❛ i would choose you every time. ❜ ❛ honestly this whole thing makes me want to puke. ❜

[seaglassxgypsy]

[bay-pax-psychosis]

[seaglassxgypsy]

BAYDEN WARDEYN / @bay-pax-psychosis.

Bayden started laughing hard. “Aggressive much?” 

He could barely hold it in. No, he wasn’t holding it in then. “No Monty love over there. I got it. Duly noted.” He couldn’t wipe the grin of his face despite loving his sister in his own way. 

But, then she pushed a package towards him. His laughter smile softened to more gentle as he eyed it. She was the first girl to ever give him a gift after all, Valentine’s Day, a sucker. He never forgot it no matter what had gone on since then. She was feisty little firecracker, but for that, she remained special to him. 

The first thing he noticed was it had the “Rowan touch” all homemade looking. He didn’t know how quick it had been done. It was pretty writing to him and seemed like it took effort so he’d never know. Not like most patients had access to give extravagant gifts. He started to open the bag as she explained what she had meant. 

This was her first Christmas? Woah. His marker stopped on the page as he thought this through, and he thought he had lived a sheltered life. Just to make sure he understand, “So, you’re not saying your family was Jewish or anything like that? Just…. you were never able to do stuff like Christmas because like, your family was poor or something, or like you were in a situation where you weren’t made aware of Christmas? I have to admit Rowan, I’m still a little confused.” It made him way to curious as to why not and it was the first time in the several years he’d known Rowan that he realized they never did talk about their history much. Some bits and bobs here and there, but they kept their socializing more about what had been happening in the moment at Briarcliff.

As for the alien reindeer though, that part was kept the smile on his face as they conversed. “Oh no I’m very pro alien reindeer actually. But, now I’m even more curious. Do all alien reindeer eat faces for breakfast because that’s a breakfast food to them or what? Like do they eat arms and legs for lunch? What part of the body is appropriate for dinner?” The little shit head smirk kept playing about mouth as he spoke so casual about man-eating reindeer and was just about to pull out what was inside the present as he awaited the important answers to all the “important” questions. 

      “That’s stating the obvious.”  Speaking in the most obvious tone.  Oh, there was no such thing as love for Monty.  Not an ounce.  Her face was a living target begging to be punched.  She wasn’t sure what she disliked more, the harpy screech every time she opened her mouth or those Beatle buggy eyes that dart around looking for a victim.  She couldn’t stand her not because they were one of the same.  Knowing for a while now what she was.

       Since the moment she stepped foot into that ACADEMY ( && bragged about being accepted ) but it was the way she acted like a sibling, her actions, the antics && idiotcy && how she enjoyed picking fights with everyone here that annoyed Celestis above all.  Taking a deep breath to dispel the sickening hate feeling knawing in her stomach, she needed to stop thinking about his sister before she really did r u i n everything.  “Perfectly said.”  Grinning as there was no other way of putting it.  

       Not taking this any further.  Bayden had an emotional attachment, unfortunately.  The halting stop of paper bag dragging against the table.  The soft sound of Bayden’s hand && the paper bag crinkling under pressure was enough for her to know Bayden received her gift.  Keeping her eyes down && occupying herself in coloring like it was no big deal.  Not expecting to do anything on Christmas day or had any of this planned out.  She was used to doing what she normally does on Christmas day: test her magical progress.

       Not exchanging gifts or coloring BUT this wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.  This was just different than her usual Christmases.  Rowan’s lip twitched putting her green marker down.  “I’m not Jewish.”  She said in a flat tone making that v e r y clear.  Leaning back in her chair her arms crossed over her chest.  A deep frown creased her face while taking a deep breath to try to calm down, but it felt as if time had stopped.  He was asking questions he shouldn’t.

       “Not everyone comes from a loving close-knit family Bayden.”  Giving him the HINT Bayden needed to answer his own question with getting too deep.  Clearly h i n t i n g it was his whole situation-where-you-weren’t-made-aware-of-Christmas.  Yet it wasn’t really that simple either but it was close enough.  It was all he needed to know anyway.  “Careful Bayden.  Trying to get to know a person changes everything.”  

       A very crystal clear warning lingered.  They were in this Asylum && they had their own reasons why they were there.  Getting to know a person personally on a deeper level he might not like what he finds.  Knowing someone could make one trust the other less, make one overthink more, && ultimately shut people out.  She knew that better than anyone.  With the years they’ve known each other they don’t know each other's stories.  She only knows him by the time she spent with him.

       But it was just that: a piece of cautionary advice.  She’d tell him what he wanted to know if he asked.  It’s only hearing her story was hard to believe.  Then he started asking her question after question about shit she didn’t know.  “Really Bayden?  Do I look like an alien reindeer expert too you?”  Mythology she was pretty good at && her knowledge on History was above average.  Thinking for a second trying to play along.  “I’ve. . . heard jelly from our eyes. . is actually quite good on toast.”

       && that was all he was going to get out of her on the topic of alien reindeer.  Putting her best effort but some of the things that come out of his mouth she had no idea how to keep up with him.  

[bay-pax-psychosis]

[seaglassxgypsy]

BAYDEN WARDEYN / @bay-pax-psychosis.

(he will yet again have a nurse drop it in her room)

To: Rowan

Don’t blame me if you don’t like it this year. You started this. 

From: Bayden

(In his mailbox he would find a card with yet another cherry lollipop)

[bay-pax-psychosis]

[seaglassxgypsy]

BAYDEN WARDEN / @bay-pax-psychosis.

“Duh. Not like I thought you were going to magic up a pass for me and even if you did what would that do? I walk into my house and mom and Monty are sitting there stuffing their faces with my Christmas ham to stop and stare at me like what the fuck are you doing here, just to send me back? No thanks.” 

Maybe he was more kid in mindset than his sheltered life allowed his aged body. Kid was probably an accurate description all things considering because somewhere deep inside he felt like throwing the biggest damn tantrum ever. But, it was all pushed down in him somewhere. Maybe Briarcliff finally broke Bayden or maybe it was the chemical restraints that kept him nice and subdued. His meds were pretty high dosage these days. 

He kept coloring his own page. He was coloring a Christmas tree orange. He glanced up and noticed she was using green on her reindeer. But, what he noticed the most was saying Christmas wasn’t familiar to her. 

“What?” 

He screwed up his face. “Even Kwanzis and draddle spinners still know of Christmas. Hell even atheists celebrate just because it’s fun. What do you mean aren’t familiar?” He asked and then pointed to her green deer. 

“I like your alien reindeer. I think they live on this tree planet.” He pointed to his orange tree and how hers had an orange background. 

       Rowan smiled just a little.  At least he sounded a little better.  Making a p f t sound when he talked about Monty.  “Yeaa.  Well, not after your sister soaks up her tampons in that ham juice && eats them for later in her bed.  Might want to pass this year any way you know?  Might get tampon cotton stuck in your teeth.”  His sister was an easy target to make fun of as she had some pretty weird addictions.  But on a deeper level WHY.  She almost asked Bayden but Rowan herself had a couple of her own theories to answer her own question.  

       Why they kept Bayden down here.  Finding this the best possible moment to give him his present.  ”Happy holidays Bayden,” taking the package from her hoodie’s pocket she pushed the brown bag across the table as it slid to the other side.  Not that it was anything good.  Just a vulture feather he could use as a bookmark or uselessly stick somewhere && duo blue knitted fingerless glove since scarfs were a no.  They were band due to being a choking hazard so that was the next best thing she could think of on such short notice.

       Not that any of that was exciting or interesting but she tried.  “I’m not repeating myself,” she said coloring the reindeer green.  Weren’t they green anyway?  Wasn’t the Grinch some talking reindeer that was mutated in that one Christmas movie?  Catching a glimpse but coloring it in made her think of the Grinch.  Plus Rowan loved Kiwis && the green scented marker smelt like a kiwi so she used it as much as she could.  But from the look on his face, he was more in disbelief.  

       She stopped coloring for a moment to gaze up at him debating how to explain this to him in the simplest terms. “How can I say this for even you to understand; t h i s would be my first time celebrating Christmas.”  If she can even call this Christmas.  Never has she ever spent it with someone or exchanged gifts like this.  Whatever they were doing now.  Never done it.  This wasn’t a familiar setting.  But she couldn’t make it any easier for him to understand if he didn’t get it.  

      “Alien?  Are you discriminating against my reindeer on your tree planet?  This guy will eat your face for breakfast.”  Joking she’s not so sure why the guy beside the reindeer was such an iconic character completely forgetting the guy's name but she’s seen the character around.  Taking a glimpse at his coloring book page wanting to comment that trees were supposed to be green but she realized she must have hogged the green scented marker.  Oops.  Slipping off her black gloves.  It started to feel a little stuffy stretching her fingers.

[bay-pax-psychosis]

[seaglassxgypsy]

BAYDEN WARDEYN / @bay-pax-psychosis.

Rowan would find this cupcake he made himself and a coloring book page her living room on Christmas morning. He would have bribed a nurse into taking into her home during night rounds. The note would read:

Rowan, 

Meet me in the art therapy room. I have scented markers. 

Merry Christmas, 

Bayden 

       Rowan woke up that morning to find a cupcake && a coloring book page in her living space.  Was this someone's idea of a joke?  Even though she knew Bayden had a family to spend it with.  Why bother to want to meet up.  It was screwing with her original plans.  Worse Rowan didn’t really prepare a gift for Bayden.  She didn’t think they were going to do anything.  Groaning.  When did they get this close!  Did she have to go?  Rummaging through decaying book pages searching for an idea ---

       && all she found was a vulture feather tucked away in a book.  Maybe she could give it to him?  Good.  A natural made bookmark.  Who could argue with that?  But that was equivalent to his choice of a coloring book page.  Now she just had to use a little MAGIC to help her s o she sorta handmade in her own way?  Finding a brown paper bag trying to make it look nice but she knew she’s wasted enough time on this little shit-show.  Slipping into a hoodie that was two sizes too big for her while it ate her frame slipping the bag && coloring book page into her hoodie’s pocket.  

       Not bothering to put on shoes or brush her wild hair.  Rowan ended up barging into the art therapy room.  Roughly she yanked a chair out across from Bayden.  Flicking her wrist making his note slide along the table.  “Bayden.  You do know its Christmas right?  So why exactly aren’t you spending it with your nutcase cotton-headed sister && your dear ol’mother?”

[horrificmemes]

Things to Do in October: Starters

Send me a symbol for a thread or drabble in which the characters…

🎃 - carve Jack o’ Lanterns 🍁 - go on a scenic autumn walk 🔮 - see a fortune teller 👻 - tell ghost stories 👹 - go to a Halloween store 🕯 - perform a seance 🌽 - go through a corn maze 🌾 - go on a hayride 🌱 - go to a pumpkin patch 🍿 - have a Halloween movie marathon 🔪 - have a horror movie marathon 🍎 - go apple picking 🤡 - go to a haunted house attraction 🎭 - be actors at a haunted house attraction 🥕 - go to a farmer’s market 🔥 - have a bonfire 😱 - play scary slumber party games (Bloody Mary, the Midnight Game, etc…) 🎨 - do a craft  ☠ - visit a cemetery at night 🏈 - go to a football game 😈 - try on Halloween costumes 🌳 - take a drive to see the trees ⌛ - go to an antique store 👽 - talk about conspiracy theories 🌄 - go hiking ☔ - go on a rainy day walk 🥨 - make snacks for a party 🍬 - go shopping for Halloween candy 🍭 - hand out candy on Halloween 🥐 - cook some comfort food 😏 - play a scary prank 📚 - go to a library or bookstore 🎈 - plan a Halloween party together 🎉- attend a Halloween party together ☕ - go to a cozy cafe 📍 - sew homemade Halloween costumes 🎧 - listen to music together 🏚 - go poke around in a haunted location 🎪 - go to a creepy carnival 🏠 - sit at home by the fireside 🚂 - go on a scenic train ride 🍂 - rake leaves 🎫 - go on a tour of a spooky location 🍷 - go to a winery/brewery ⛺ - rent a cabin for the weekend 🏰 - spend the night in a spooky vacation spot

[seaglassxgypsy]

❝ let me have your soul. ❞ ( muse of your choice :P )

* SPOOKY LYRIC STARTERS / SYANTHE VANDIVER.

       “What th’bloody hell !”  Leaning against the wall she crossed her arms over her chest.  It was a bit of a strange request coming from someone she’s never met before.  She had a couple of questions but in the end she came down to the least important one of them all.  “An’what’s in it fur me mate ?”

[placebopuppytales-deactivated20]

Sitting at a bar Open

[seaglassxgypsy]

N‌ICO CHURCHILL / @placebopuppytales​. 

He was backing up just in case she was the possible witch he thought she might be. But, he wasn’t for certain as witches still had a very human structure to their soul, but the more he tried to read her, the more she started wigging out, and screwing up his focus so wasn’t absolutely certain. 

Nico didn’t focus on the money she put down to realize she was trying to pay for him too. Nico’s drink had already been paid for not that he was passed ditching the bill if he suddenly needed to bolt. But, the drink he had been finishing up had paid for by other people he decided not to actually go home with after all. But, at this point, when she started to wave her arms like he’d just said he was going to call the cops on her instead of what he really just said. Her reaction was definitely unexpected and watching her act all weird on returning the salt shaker just added to his confusion. Then of course the voices in his head started to fire of their own ideas of why she acted so intense over him trying to make a slow ditch of the situation. Now she was acting scared of him and he wondered if she could somehow tell he wasn’t human, but more importantly could tell he was a demonic halfling. People had a tendency to freak if revealed IF they believed him. So, now he absolutely believed she was something magical of some kind. Most likely a witch because of the human type vibes he’d initially gotten from her soul. But, he still couldn’t focus enough to confirm. 

Nico had frozen in place when she opened her mouth and still couldn’t stop himself asking, “What are you sorry for, actually?” 

As soon as he opened his mouth he cringed at himself thinking he should have kept his trap shut and just let her walk away, but sometimes Nico’s mouth didn’t behave the way he wanted it to. Being intoxicated at this point when he was trying to think seriously wasn’t helping. 

✧ * º • ☾ SHE didn’t know who he was.  Hunter?  Ghost?  Supernatural?  No matter who or what he was she still made him feel u n c o m f o r t a b l e.          She got a couple steps away from the bar before she slowly turned.  Thea looked at him.  Doe eyes gaze into his.  She went to open her mouth but closed it.  There were too many people.  Raising her hands up to show she wasn’t going to do anything harmful she’d slowly approach him just close enough so she wouldn’t be over-speaking.         “You asked me what I’m sorry for,” were could one begin?  From witches tearing apart communities because of lofty ambitions, for vengefulness, crazy solutions harming anyone, sadistic reasons, or just naturally cruel && unbalanced actions?  “I’m sorry for everything that’s happened.  Time && time again it’s shown there’s no capability to understand the mysterious delusions of power.  I’m sorry for how often someones freedom is stripped away because of there selfish desires.  That you don’t get a choice.  That you don’t get to decide or choose what you want because often they use their powers to their own advantages with little to no regards what happens to you or how you feel on the matter or how it costs your own life.”          She can’t say she’s apologizing for EVERY action.  S o m e t i m e s it's unavoidable.  Even needed to maintain the worse of the worse.  Since they're all killers at best even harmful to one another.  But witches were the worse on the ladder because they had little regards to those they trap or sumon forcefully to use rather good-natured or bad.  Slowly backing up she’d wave goodbye.  It was best for her to leave first && let him enjoy the rest of the night.