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{ IAN BOHEN // MALE // HE/HIM // CRUCIFY - Ozzy Osbourne } The nemeton’s curse claims another. ( PETER HALE, TW ) has been lured to Beacon Hills. The ( FORTY-ONE ) year old ( BETA WEREWOLF ) is said to be both ( + CHARISMATIC ) & ( -CUNNING ) which is why i guess they’re called “ the multifaceted ”. ( HE ) is currently working as ( SELF-EMPLOYED ) while stuck here. I wonder how long that will last? { bigby, aquarius, they/them, 26, est }

Peter Hale was ever the chameleon in his youth. While both he and his sister were popular in their formative years, there was absolutely nothing genuine about Peter’s kindness. He shifted personas to whatever the situation called for, to be whomever he could be to get what he wanted. No hesitation. No regrets. 

He has always resented Talia. She was too soft, too kind, too forgiving. Despite these things, everyone in his family loved her. That’s not to say he hated her, they were family after all; he just...hated her blind belief in humanity. Hated what her peace-orientated mindset would do to them. And it would bring them nothing but misery. 

That’s not to say he wished she was dead. 

Six years is a long time. A long time to be locked in one’s own body, unable to move, locked in his memories when asleep and locked in near frozen time when awake. He can still hear them. Can still smell them. A werewolf’s sense of smell is one of, if not possibly their greatest, strength...it’s something he’s never going to forget. 

There was no one left to spit an “I told you so.”  towards. The rage. The venom. Once great plans for turning Beacon Hills into his own self-proposed utopia shifted towards nothing more than simple, mad ramblings. 

Then it evolved into something much more cold. An all consuming need for revenge.

That didn’t go as planned. 

Though he’d never admit it, he feels regret over taking Laura’s life. Enough regret to turn his eyes blue, a stark reminder every time he looks in the mirror (a usually wonderful and enjoyable pastime).

He’s still recovering since his resurrection (his second now, but who’s keeping count). And honestly, he rarely leaves his apartment--why he hasn’t left town is anyone’s guess (even if he didn’t die years ago, he still feels like a ghost). 

Peter is/was considerably well traveled prior to the Hale fire, he’s amounted a considerable wealth of supernatural knowledge, connections, and wealth. This status has allowed him a degree of independence from relying on his remaining family for support. Not that he’d ever ask for it. He loathes being in debt. 

Since his resurrection, he’s mellowed out some. Not much, but some. Going soft in his old age? Who can tell. His sister was only a year older than him when he died. Makes one think. Not about anything good of course, but Peter was rarely one to think of good things anyway. 

[lilyjanecollinsldn]

MOODBOARD 1/? - Lily Jane Collins

“My mother used to take me to flea markets in my stroller, and I would just rummage through the piles. You've got to dig through the overstuffed racks that everyone else just walks by. It's the only way to find the cool stuff.”

[thexenolovegood]

angel aura quartz, apache tears, apatite, apophyllite, aquamarine, biotite, bloodstone, argecalcite, carnelian, jasper, kyanite, lapis lazuli

angel aura quartz:my muse’s opinion of LGBT+ issues

Xeno is proud to be part of the LGBT+ community so its issues are very important to him. He knows what it’s like to be an outcast in many ways, so he does his best to make sure no one else feels that way. He firmly believes that people have the right to be whoever they want to be and love whoever they pick without being treated different because of it. He has participated in protest, in marches to raise awareness, every year he goes to pride and in summers he volunteers in a center whose mission is to help LGBT+ youth. 

apache tears:a sadness headcanon

Xeno lost both of his parents. His mother decided that she wasn’t meant to be a parent and left him and his father when he was four. The two went to live with Xeno’s grandparents and, when Xeno was twelve, his father got sick and passed away just a few weeks before school began. 

apatite:a headcanon about my muse’s intuition

Xeno isn’t very intuitive. In fact, he is quite oblivious. The only times that his intuition works is when he walks through the Forbidden Forest searching for theastrals or unicorns. Somehow, he always manages to find them. 

apophyllite: my muse’s religious/spiritual beliefs

Xeni believes that there is more to life than the material world. He wouldn’t say he is strictly attached to one religion or the other but he is a very spiritual boy. He believes in being in harmony with your surroundings, in treating life with respect, in being kind to others, in past and future lives and in the law of karma. 

aquamarine: where my muse feels most calm/relaxed

Outside. The gardens, the Forbidden Forest, even in the lake. Xeno feels at ease when he is out, specially at night when everything is silent and he can enjoy the company of the stars.

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

Currently Xeno is having more self doubt than ever before. He is still a teenager and there are moments when he feels insecure about himself and the way he acts. He was always taught to be himself and be happy with who he is but lately he keeps wondering if he should stop talking about nargles and wear matching socks. 

bloodstone: how my muse sees themself as part of the world at large

Some days he sees himself as one important piece in the puzzle that is life, he is part of the world and without him things wouldn’t be the same. Yes, he is just one tiny person but he still has a certain impact on the people around him, he influences the way the world moves in little ways. 

Other days, he feels completely invisible. 

calcite: my muse’s social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

More often than not, Xeno is by himself. While he is a friendly person, he is rather introvert and isn’t very good at approaching others. He likes parties and dancing though he is not invited to them very often. 

carnelian: an art-related headcanon

Xeno has a secret passion for painting. People have seen him doodle in his notebooks and he even posts his drawings on social media but his paintings are for his eyes only. Landscapes made out of pastel paints, faces painted delicately with watercolours, walls on the streets covered with spray paint. His fingers and clothes are sometimes stained with colours but no one has ever bother to ask why. “It’s just another of his odd ways.” People will say and no one will ever see the art that Xeno creates. 

jasper: what my muse would be like as a parent

Xeno would be a very encouraging parent, very caring and loving. He would be the kind of father that would make sure their kid’s imagination is stimulated, he’d be sure to build up his children’s confidence and teach them kindness and not to let other people hurt your feelings. He would be the kind of dad that would play with their kids in the garden and tell them bedtimes stories, the kind of dad that would give you piggy back rides. The kind of dad that will actually taste your mud cakes. 

kyanite: an anger headcanon

Xeno rarely gets angry, he doesn’t like negative feelings and tries his best to be patient with people whom he might not see eye to eye with but when someone gets to his nerves, he gets truly mad. Xeno’s anger is clenched fists and sharp words, it’s a bitter tone and fire in his eyes. It’s something that people simply don’t expect to see in a boy that is usually sweet and joyful, is taking him to the limit, it’s an explosion. 

lapis lazuli: where ‘home’ is to my muse

Home is the house where he grew up, home is the garden where he slept under the stars with his dad and roasted marshmallows, home is the stories told by the fireplace drinking grandma’s hot chocolate, home is drinking tea as he heard his granddad typing a new article for the Daily Prophet, home is the old couch were his dad and him used to sit and watch movies, home is the kitchen where they ate pancakes on Saturdays and waffles on Sundays, home is the bookshelf filled with stories that his dad would read to him while they ate cookies. Home, for Xeno, is not a where, it’s a who and it’s his family. 

[thexenolovegood]

calestite // fossil // garnet

celestite: how my muse deals with anxiety

Xeno, despite doing his best to be optimistic about everything, has bad days. He tries to push the negativity away, tries to ignore the whispers of others when he walks around with a flower crown in his head and mismatched socks attempting to find his shoes while mumbling about nargles, he tries not to think about the weird looks people give him when he mentions his crazy theories about what really happens at the Shrieking Shack or when he stops people from squashing insects but sometimes it’s just too much. 

Sometimes, he feels his shoulders tense when he is walking to class completely soaked because he went to feed the giant squid and people stare at him in a way that makes him feel he’ll burst into flames at any moment. Sometimes, the word freak echoes in his head over and over again like a catchy tune that he just can’t get rid off. Sometimes, he is walking backwards just because he can and freezes as he tells to himself that maybe he is insane.

Those days he feels small and he feels lonely. He hesitates before doing anything, afraid that it’ll be a bad choice, that it’ll make people laugh at him like they have done in the past and his hands shake, his lip quivers and he feels like crying. So he buries himself in fairy tales, in stories of far away lands where the odd are special and admired. He ignores the world and read books, feeding his imagination to escape a reality that makes him feel like he is wrong for being who he is. He draws and paints things that no one will ever see, he calms himself by tracing lines of paper to make the stories he read come to life, he’ll cover his fingers with paint and create abstract shapes on paper. 

Taking a moment to be by himself, letting his imagination run wild, is the best way to get Xeno to calm down and forget about his troubles. 

fossil: what my muse’s dream job is

Xeno’s dream job would be being able to show the world his perspective of things. As an open minded and creative person, he loves the idea of showing others that there is more to the world than what meets the eye, that if you allow yourself to get out of your comfort zone, the world can be extraordinary. 

garnet: what my muse’s perfect partner would be

Someone who understands his quirky behaviour, who will believe him when he talks about creatures that no one has ever heard about, someone that won’t think of him as weird for acting the way he does. Honestly, Xeno just wants someone who will love him for who he is, no matter what and that won’t be ashamed of being with the “insane” Ravenclaw boy. 

[thexenolovegood]

silver & serpentine

silver: if my muse prefers masculinity or femininity

Neither. Xeno falls into a grey area between both things. He is not strictly one or the other but a mixture of both. For him, the lines between this two things are blurred and he doesn’t care much about fitting into this categories. Xeno is the kind of person that embraces his feminine and masculine side. 

Xeno loves wearing jeans and baggy t-shirts the same way he loves a nice dress in the summer or wearing lip gloss. He likes sports and he likes fairy tales, camping and make up. He isn’t masculine or feminine, he is just who he is: Xeno Lovegood, the one that likes wearing mismatched socks, the one that likes flower crowns, the one that knows how to throw a punch but would never do it, the one who paints his nails and doesn’t mind getting covered in mud if it means exploring the forbidden forest, the one that has interacted with unicorns and thestrals. Xeno is a very unique individual, his own perfect creation. 

serpentine: how my muse would seduce another [alt: how my muse makes their money]

Xeno trying to seduce someone would probably end up in a mess of stuttering and a red face. Stumbling over his words, Xeno would try to give interesting facts about random things and laugh nervously more often than not. He doesn’t have experience when it comes to the art of seduction and he doesn’t sees it as a priority. However, seeing him liking someone and trying to get them to like him back, would be an adorable and awkward mess. 

[thexenolovegood]

tsavorite

tsavorite: if my muse believes in destiny or fate

Being a kid that grew up soaking himself in hopes of far away lands, creatures yet to be discovered and endless possibilities waiting in the horizon, Xeno likes to believe that things do happen for a reason, that actions work like domino pieces, falling one after the other to create a perfect moment for something special to happen. 

If this or that hadn’t occurred the way they did, everything would’ve turn out different. Snow White could’ve taken another turn and never find the dwarves, Cinderella dress was ripped apart so that she could go to the dance without her step mother or sisters getting in her way to meet the prince. Very specific actions that lead to very particular reactions.  Special moments that leave an impression on the person that lives them. 

If that is what people call fate, then yes. He believes. Just as he believes the things Sybill say when she reads the leaves of his tea, just as he believes in nargles, just as he believes in aliens, just as he believes that there is more to life than just boring chance and what we are able to see. 

[imnyx-blog-blog]

what was your first kiss like?

It was awkward. As must first kisses are. I had no idea what I was doing, I was nervous and the guy I was kissing was nervous too. He was a sweet guy, we were both standing under mistletoe by accident and he asked me if it was okay to kiss me which was super nice of him. I said that yes, he could kiss me. 

The first time we tried to kiss, out nose bumped into the other’s and we laughed and tried again, this time moving our noses out of the way.

It lasted like…Twenty seconds. And then we laughed again. Then he took my hand and took me to eat cookies.

I was twelve at the time.