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@spiravit
he’s a sole survivor . you can see it on his face , in his bones , defined by his lonely blood that sings for those who share it , but whom have been reclaimed by the earth that bore them . yet even from the ashes and the dust , even gold can glimmer , and heir apparent is he— little orphan prince !
my main blogs rn are : @heslast & @scionly
i want an au where jeffrey was raised with michael and still ages weird bc idk it’d be awkward for michael to wake up one day fuckin 20 years old and then jeffrey still be like... 8 .
“et lux in tenebris lucet”
— And light shines in the darkness.
Give my muse a nickname.
The spirits of the dead who stood in life before thee are again in death around thee and their will shall overshadow thee: be still .
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zamawiaczka:
“ I’M SORRY, I — You looked a bit peaky, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright. ” A half-truth. The moment she saw him she felt it; a hum deep within her bones. She had to be sure so she had followed, at what she thought was a healthy distance. Yennefer is very rarely wrong , & now there is no mistaking it — this boy has a very strong magical aura surrounding him. Of what sort she cannot be sure, but she certainly intends to find out. “ I’m sorry if I frightened you, that was never my intention. ”
@spiravit / starter call *
she can see me ? the veil was a peculiar thing , yet to jeffrey it was the blanket he’d been swaddled in since birth , a comforting presence that clung to him . yet this veil , was meant merely to be a one way mirror . in this house , if the ghosts & ghouls within it did not want to be seen– they wouldn’t . jeffrey hadn’t wanted to be seen , or rather , his parents hadn’t wanted him to be seen . interacting with the living was a tricky thing , and it was better to be safe than sorry . however things never worked right within these walls , not even the one thing he thought surely would have . “ … it’s– it’s okay … “
do you rp with minors?
yes & no . for my own comfort i won’t write with anyone under high school age . so fourteen is my minimum , and even then i will avoid certain topics in writing with them . nsfw with minors is a NO GO , there are no negotiations in that . i also don’t write with personal blogs , and i am selective about WHO i write with .
i feel like shit tonight
dvilettes:
THE ACT OF KINDNESS PUT A SMILE ON HER FACE , eyes shifting to the jacket that now laid over her shoulders . her hands gripped at the fabric as she pulled it tight around herself , cursing herself for forgetting to bring a jacket on her adventure to the murder house , especially on such a cool autumn night . ❝ thanks . ❞ a simple response for a simple comment , bringing her eyes to look back at the boy who sat next to her . ❝ where were we ? ❞ amelia questions , eyebrows raising as she tries to remember what they had been talking about just a moment before .
IT WASN’T OFTEN JEFFREY GOT TO TALK TO SOMEONE LIVING , IN FACT HE CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME THAT HE HAD ... though surely it must have been some time in his youth , before the house laid abandoned for several years after . “ i think you were saying something about the house ... it sounded like you knew a lot about it— did you take that bus tour ... ? “
thesuprme:
❛❛ ANOTHER GUMMED CREATURE IN MY COVEN ! ❜❜ fiona goode in her whole, finest form of greatness, swung the door open, storming right into the academy’s common room. ❛❛ what are you ? hmm ? a drilled wide-open corpse of one of the witches’ fantasy ? a killed lover boy ? a toy ? JESUS these girls ! ❜❜ she threw her hands in the air causing a violent blast of wind that tipped over every furniture. ❛❛ WHAT. ARE. YOU. ? ❜❜
STARTERCALL ! ( not accepting. ) / @spiravit
HE IS A QUIET BOY , BUT THAT IS ALL HE IS , A BOY— NO CREATURE . brows furrow close together as the woman bursts through french doors , furniture rattling at the power of her presence , before it too like the doors , were flung from their resting places & made to fly askew . it startles him , surely . the display of her magic is impressive and the strongest he has ever seen ( he hasn’t seen much magic however until now ) , but he doesn’t move . something tells him that might just anger her more “ ... i don’t know . “
jeffrey harmon , not for reblog ( exception being : partners ! )
PSA : I USUALLY RELY ON TUMBLR’S @’ING SYSTEM TO BE NOTIFIED OF STARTERS , SO IF I DIDN’T LIKE YOUR STARTER THE CHANCE IS THAT THE @’ING THING DIDN’T WORK , AND I HAVEN’T CHECKED MY TAG YET (WHICH I CHECK EVERY COUPLE OF DAYS) . PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME ANY TIME AFTER A DAY OR TWO IF I HAVEN’T AT LEAST LIKED YOUR STARTER !
jeffrey’s the moon . he reflects his brother’s light , which by itself is harsh and unyielding , it’s blinding and it can burn . jeffrey softens that light , he makes it a gentle pale glow that lights a dark- dark night . he’s that orb you see down a spooky hall , guiding you out of a terrifying house or place .
twicelit:
slowly, green eyes turn to her side, vacant and distant and glazed, shining only thanks to the tears that gather and fall down her cheeks. she cries without knowing so, a hand shakily rising to brush the tips of her fingers just above her jaw, and when she looks down, they’re wet. oh. her brow furrows, clarity briefly flashing as she looks up at the boy, and she knows him. or, she’s seen him before. playing in the house, hiding around corners and beneath beds. she knows of him. and she thinks she knows his name. ❛ – jeffrey ? ❜ she blinks, shaking her head as she looks back towards the window and steps closer, as close as she can get. her hand moves from her own cheek to the window pane. ❛ i think … i think i’m sad. i think – i had the strangest dream. and, the children are gone. and, hugh … hugh left me. he, he left me, and he took the children, and now i’m – ❜
her brow furrows, her voice cracks and she backs away from the window, winding her arms around her waist, turning dead eyes towards the boy by her side. ❛ – i’m all alone. ❜ liv gasps then, a shuddered breath forced through her lips, but the painful ache in her heart remains. with one arm still tightly wrapped across her stomach, the other bends and a hand grasps at the fabric over her chest, bunching between her fingers. ❛ i don’t understand, i don’t – why ? why would he, why would he leave ? it’s not safe, out there. it’s safe in here. i don’t … i don’t understand. ❜
AN EMPATHETIC CREATURE IS HE , THE LITTLE BOY GHOST WHO DEFIES LOGIC , coming now to stand juxtapose to her , his little hand ghostly and white and never once kissed by the light of sun , clasping onto hers as he does . this house , while he may not yet have been born for most of the horrors his family faced while staying here within these walls , he still knew just what it was capable of and the horrors which it held . some ... some , that it even birthed . squeezing her freshly dead palm , still clung with the warmth her corpse spilled upon the floor in red blooms of blood , he smiles up at her . though a sad smile it is . “ i don’t know missus crain , nellie and me , we were going to play in the play room tomorrow . “
it’s true ! in fact , jeffrey has been known only to speak such . he’d never lived long enough to learn what the world outside could teach him . he never learned to lie , he never even learned to fib . he , despite his appearance resembling his father greatly , in that aspect is vastly different— though that’s not to say that ben harmon was a one sided man , for despite his lies he is a good father . to this jeffrey can attest . “ i’m sure they’ll come back ! “ he speaks suddenly & with hopeful intent , disrupting a silence that attempted to settle between his words , “ nellie promised to play with me . so i don’t get lonely , you know ? “
jeffrey harmon , not for reblog ( exception being : partners ! )
lazrous:
spiravit:
im listening 2 nickelback rn with no regrets their songs are bops fight me
who even are you
sOMEONE WHO HAS GOOD TASTE THATS WHO !!!!
