#charmed things

[stressedoutrainbows]

Alright it's official, I'm starting on the Stranger Things Charmed au. I'll be posting it to AO3, and I'll be posting little updates about possible plots that are bouncing around. If you want to keep up feel free to follow me.

I'll also probably be looking for a beta once I get the first chapter into a good enough state so if you're interested let me know!

[austennerdita2533]

*random Phoebe/Cole nostalgia creeps in without warning*

*feelings takes me hostage after I look at one - count ‘em - ONE - gif so that I can’t click back out*

*am suddenly in dire need of tissues, commiseration, and a pint of ice cream*

[whalesongrune]

@blind--magic

You liked this thing. I told you that you weren’t getting out of a drabble <33

Youth by Daughter

Shadows settle on the place, that you left. Our minds are troubled by the emptiness. Destroy the middle, it's a waste of time. From the perfect start to the finish line.

Masha was a strange, strange woman. At times, merely an intrigue. A question for which The Outsider had no answer. At other times, an imminence bother. Why could he know nothing of her as he could know of so many others?

If one disregarded the centuries that The Outsider had spent as the Void, Masha was older than him. Though not by much. Both teenagers. Both vastly different than other young people their age.

But those centuries... they could not be disregarded so easily. They were connected to him. All the triumphs and tragedy's and horrors that humankind had to offer. He’d watched every possible torture. Every fees able terror. And it had made him numb. 

But Masha. The endless perplexity that she was. She had been blinded. Lost her mother. Survived. And saw things which no one else could and accepted it with more than grace. She took that gift and sought out things to see. Sought answers. Maybe even adventure. 

The Outsider couldn’t understand it. His own Marked had a terrible habit of becoming dull over time. Returning to a normal human life. And they had powers beyond normal people. What made Masha so different from so many?

It took time to find that answer. It took skowering a world he did not belong to. Looking for those who he also could not see as he ought to be able to. It was not every person of that place. Many he still could see. All of them save a very, very few. Those, he watched. 

Not human. That was the key wasn’t it? He could see humans lives. He was not granted access to the lives of other things. He could see where they might effect the world. But they were a blank space in his vision. 

The Outsider, that black eyed boy, floated absently in his Void. He could tell Masha what he knew. What he suspected. Or at least put her on the path that would reveal the information. But something stayed his mouth. Telling her the truth, it might very well destroy her. He was reckless with his information. He’d been reckless with his tongue when he was alive. And what had it gotten him? 

Nothing. Void. Death.

“Masha. Welcome back. I was starting to wonder when you might find your way back to this place.” Tell her. Or not. “Tell me, what other places have you seen since you left?” 

If she was going to find out, at this juncture, it would not be from him. He enjoyed her fleeting company too much to risk her life on it.

[whalesongrune]

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Mun name: Collin (or Outsider Mun or whatever) OOC Contact: Tumblr IM, Tumblr Ask

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

The Outsider is a being of Void from the game Dishonored. He’s easily bored and has aspects of ‘trickster god’ about him. He’s closely tied to the whales and to rats.

Points of interest:

His eyes are solid black though sometimes it seems there are white dots in them. He has a tendency to disappear and reappear just for the drama of it. My Outsider moves slowly. Not very slowly. But just enough that it’s worth noting. An absent slowness as if he’s struggling against weights or water.

What they’ve been up to recently:

The same thing he’s usually up to. (I just reopened the blog). Which is mostly looking around for someone to peak his interest. Making a nuisance of himself and not caring at all that he is.

Where to find them:

The Void. Dunwall in Gristol of The Isles quite often. But there are exceptions to those rules.

Current plans:

I just started a thing for Mental Patient Outsider. >.< Offline and alone I’ve been working on his backstory which I probably have to edit once I finish the new game

Desired interactions:

Outsider needs more of all interactions. I do have a Bioshock verse I’ve never been able to use. And I can always use more Mental Patient threads. I would also love a lot to do something from when he was still human long ago, or just recently became The Outsider. And I really, really, REALLY want a suddenly human Outsider. Teach this idiot how to be a people please.

Offered interactions:

I am not above making this man Mark anyone he meets who is interesting in some way. He likes to tilt the scales into mild chaos by giving great power to those who have never had any. He’s mostly good at throwing a wrench in any plans that are underway as well as revealing secrets that are not supposed to be revealed.

Anything else?:

Honestly? He’s not good for much. He’s a tool (in so many ways). But if you need something revealed, would liek to have your characters face something they are denying, want great and terrible power, or a supernatural stalker, he’s your existential being.

Tagging: Nooope. I really don’t know who I would tag. But feel free to steal it.

[whalesongrune]

WHAT ELEMENT ARE YOU?

Go on an adventure with this test to see which of the seven elements of life your muse represents with their mind, heart, and spirit. repost, do not reblog

tagged by: Stolen from @twistedfleshandbone

tagging: Whomever should want to

Your element is DARKNESS

You are often misunderstood and judged quickly. Yet if people only took just a bit of extra kind effort to you they would see something wonderful. Mysterious yet much more simple than others misperceive. You get many things that just don't click for others. You see the truth for what it is and you embrace it while others sugar coat it. You have low tolerance for ignorance, though you may come off a bit arrogant yourself. You could stand to reflect a bit more and you will find a lot of your isolation issues are due to self sabotage. Though you may enjoy your alone time, no one truly enjoys being alone. Don't fool yourself. That aside, you are a rare beautiful truth in this world of fake.

[whalesongrune]

@fallenangelwithanego

You liked this post so I wrote this. <33

Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck by Demon Hunter

For the trials of today I'm no jury, really don't care how you feel The pleasant notion of miraculous change Drifts into multiple jeers

The Outsider floated, listening to the creature talk. And talk. And talk. If it was not for the fact that the beings entire past and future was hidden from him the young man might almost think that Asher was human. He felt... things. He touched the world and the world reacted. Asher was like a marked that he could not watch.

It was infuriating.

“Tell me, Angel, why it was that your kind cast you out. Was it due to your incessant speaking?”

The blond stopped, looking up at him. Aesthetically pleasing face. This being must know it too. The way it dressed and held itself. The Outsider wondered not for the first time, if Asher had a better eternity than him. Asher could feel. When was the last time The Outsider had felt anything other than a shadow? A distant recollection of how he should react and what consequences those reactions held.

Maybe he could become like the angel. He could learn to be something more similar to what he once was. He could be more than nothing. Even if it meant being less than Void.

The Void shuttered at the thought. A ripple of color. No. He could not. He was this now. Until the event which would cause his death. Only then would he be free.

[whalesongrune]

@the-quiet-painter​

You liked this post and now you are doomed unless you tell me otherwise.

The Technicolor Phase by Owl City

If you cut me I suppose I would bleed the colors Of the evening stars You can go anywhere you wish cause I'll be there, wherever you are Wherever you are [x2]

The Outsider liked to walk in Dunwall. Even now as the city was on the precipice of collapse. Of total chaos and bloodshed. He liked to be there. Ankle deep in it all. He liked to find those who carried runes bearing his mark. Those who had built shrines to him. And talk. Not reveal himself. But talk. Which men and women chose to align with him in this decade?

Roisin carried a rune. Because she thought it lucky. Smart girl. Wouldn’t admit to it. But he knew. 

He was there every time she touched it. Each moment she spent with it close-by as she stared into the ocean, imagining she could see her home nation. When she sat and stared, as so many did, at the skyline of Dunwall and wondered if this plague would be the end of all things. Even when she was young, and carefree, and home. He’d been not far away.

That is not to say that he had any interest in the woman. Merely that he was connected to those things which gave men access to the Void. And she was connected to one of those same objects. 

After speaking with her the black eyed boy found himself intrigued. At least enough to entertain him while his Marked were dull and terribly, terribly human. He took to calling upon her to spend time by the ocean, or sneak into a party. Eyes downcast. Eyes away. Eyes hidden. 

He didn't plan on letting her see his eyes. Eyes blacker than the world. Eyes like the death of a distant star. The Abby warned that The Outsider could be many things. Writing on the walls said that he walked the streets. This time, he walked the streets in the guise of a young man taking interest in a young woman. Harmless, surly. 

[whalesongrune]

@regiomacellaio​

This is what you get liking this post. >.< 

Say Anything by Good Charlotte

Don’t say a word, I know you feel the same Just give me a sign Say anything, say anything Please don’t walk away, I know you wanna stay If you just give me a sign Say anything, say anything

The Outsider… Sanct…. the young man with the dark eyes who had come into the palace without any preamble at all. Who had latched onto Corvo Attano as if it were his right to do so. The same young man who had made a game of tormenting Overseers and scaring maids. 

He wasn’t used to this. 

Not to say he wasn’t used to the palace. He could have been here any time he liked. No. The issue was the… the feelings. He had been connected to his marked. Aware in a way he was not normally. But still with a layer of Void between himself and emotion. Or touch. Or taste. A distancing that protected him from the brunt of what his marked had. 

And then, as was in his nature, Corvo had done something unexpected. 

Sanct. (How he hated that name which had been revived by this ordeal). Sat and watched the man. He was old. Older than he’d noticed before. So much he’d never noticed until he was there in person. Person. He’d taken to threatening to leave. Just for spite. He could elect to leave. To abandon this form and return to his Void. To nothing. 

He never did. 

Corvo must have noticed. He’d started rolling his eyes when Sanct threatened. He’d started making snide comments unbefitting a man of his status. Sanct had started to get red when Corvo laughed at his indignation. Pink all the way up to his ears and down his neck. And sometime after, had started reaching out and grabbing the man’s hand when an Overseer looked at him too long. He’d been stared at by men backed by faith before. Centuries ago. 

“Sanct…” But the boy just frowned, shaking his head. The movement. So fast. Everything moved so fast here. 

Corvo’s hand was warm. Scared and calloused. But warm and strong. He smelled of the south and of moonlight and of void. Things that had no place all together. Not yet. He’d glimpsed… something. Before now. But it slipped past his mind, his thoughts resting instead on the way Corvo sounded when trying to lecture him. The way the man stood when he was clearly trying not to look bored. The way his hand squeezed Sanct’s in something like comfort until the Overseer with the Wandering Gaze was gone. 

“Corvo…” He began and never finished. This year would be over too soon. He’d never felt the need for time. Certainly not more of it. Endless expanses of it had for so long stretched out in all directions. But… a year. This one year. It would be gone too soon. He felt too much. He should leave. He needed to leave. Before–

“Sacnt, are you ok? Say something.”

“Something.”

Corvo was smiling at him. It felt… it felt like home. A concept that he’d not lingered on since he was a child. Home. This year would be gone too soon. Before Corvo understood the impact of it.