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[morgansmornings]

what are your dreams like Jayden?

No Meme @ Anonymous Honorable Mention: @brooklynislandgirl

“That has a very broad answer.”  Jayden said without looking up. 

Her dreams were often the things that prevented her from sleeping. There was only so much atrocity one could witness before they lost all hope in Humanity. 

She had seen her fair share of it as a Lawyer. Each case she tried in court, to get justice for those that could not do so themselves. For every victory under her name in the Legal World, there was a near equal number of those that got away with their crimes.

Of course, the tragic loss of life of those that had been “Found Not Guilty” days or months later was another thing that had haunted her. Less so for the deaths, but that no one knew how they had come to such an end. Save for the one that carried out the task themselves. 

If that was not enough, she relieves the worst moments in her life. The loss of Andy. The near fatal wreck she got into on her way to the hospital when she felt the echoes of the soul shattering wail pierce the veil of distance and Reality itself.

Or every argument that she and Harvey ever got into. The hollow echo of words that no immediate family member should shout at one another, let alone say. 

If that wasn’t bad enough, she would spiral down every life she had taken for the House. Infernalism was the second highest offence a Mage like herself could commit. When her Quaesitor gave her a contract: it was her solemn sworn duty to hunt the offender and put an end to their life.

She was the Executioner.

She embraced the mantle to spare others the horrors that she has witnessed in her life. Her first infernalist came to her at only 18 years old. Much too young to be taking a life for the good of Sleepers and Mages alike. 

Rare were her dreams kind. Rare were they normal things like forgetting pants on their way to school or something intimate in nature between lovers. Rare were the whimsical dreams that made no sense and were a way for the one having such a dream to unwind from the chaos of life. 

“They are a mix of memories and emotions. Nothing that other people don't go through.” Was the verbal answer she gave.

[michameinmicha]

...und beim Pygmäen Roadtrip treffen sie dann auf die drei Fragezeichen. Haha, just kidding... unless? 😳

Omg ein wilde hühner/drei ??? crossover?

Das sind zwei so unterschiedliche Welten die da aufeinandertreffen!! Aber wenn ich das aus der sicht einer ???-folge betrachte?

Sie treffen vier Junge Deutsche, die einen Roadtrip durch die USA machen und dabei irgendetwas merkwürdiges finden, dass dann  zu einem Fall führt? Und Fred würde natürlich dabeibleiben und herausfinden wollen, was da los ist und die pygmäen würden dann mit ermitteln helfen! Und ohje wenn man bedenkt wie gut Freds Englisch ist.... die kommunikation wäre sicher nicht einfach xD

Das klingt ehrlich gesagt sehr unterhaltsam :D

[manahiel]

Cotta HC zu seiner raren Freizeit: Er hat einen sehr alten Nintendo DS und spielt nach seinen Schichten (zum runterkommen, wenn die Jungs mal wieder Mist gebaut haben) immer Fifa. Caroline findet das wahnsinnig lustig (insbesondere weil Cotta am Anfang nur verloren hat) und zieht in regelmäßig damit auf. Aber von ihr hat Cotta eine Packung Sticker geschenkt bekommen, die jetzt hinten auf seinem DS kleben. Vorzugsweise Glitzersticker.

Ich darf es veröffentlichen - und hab mich nach einigen Tagen auch wieder daran erinnert es zu tun :D Das Gute: ich habe mich ganz allein daran erinnert! Das Schlechte: jetzt kann ich meinen eigenen Senf dazu geben. Also... tja. Wen es nicht interessiert, welche wilden headcanons hier wieder zusammengesponnen werden, der kann einfach weiterscrollen. 

Ich hab ja schon geschrieben, dass ich erst Probleme hatte, mich damit anzufreunden (was den headcanon aber ja auch nicht weniger valid machen würde), aber jetzt bin ich dabei! 

Mein eigener HC dazu wäre nämlich, dass Cotta und Caroline früher als Kinder nur diesen einen hatten und da einige Erinnerungen dran hängen :D Und das jetzt quasi so ein “du wirst nicht glauben, was ich gefunden habe!!” Moment für sie war. Gute Erinnerungen - Cotta ist sich nicht sicher, wie er seinen alten Spielstand hinbekommen hat, weil als Erwachsener gelingt es ihm einfach nicht. 

[thebluesunflower44]

what about 11, 20 and 23? for the fun meta asks for writers?

hiii anon <3

11. What do you envy in other writers?

wow i mean. a lot. i often feel inadequate in every part of writing - dialogue, setting, characterization, updating on time. although i wouldn’t say i envy other writers...i just wish i could be better. i like my writing style actually, and i feel like if i tried to replicate anyone else’s it would go really badly. it’s more like i look up to other authors who know how to do that stuff.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

not a rambling (the crowds cheered) but in for you i would ruin myself, i wrote that Zuko would “come back from the Spirit World to ensure it [Katara not mellowing out].” that was a reference to haunted :)

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

my amnesiac story. zuko and katara are married and happily living in the palace, but they get into an accident, bump their heads or something, and lose their memory (let it be known that i am not a med student :/). the last thing both of them remember is the betrayal at Ba Sing Se, but now they’re married? and in charge of a nation?? and expecting??? humor and fluff ensue.

thanks for the ask :))

send me a meta ask!!

[abicadabri]

Hey c: I came here from your YouTube channel and I just wanted to ask if you have any specific things that get you through your videos? Like help you make them?

D’aw! Thanks for the ask anon!

Yeah! I have a lot of people/things that help me through it all :) I have wonderful family, awesome friends and an amazing boyfriend, all of which give me support and help me through everything

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t stupidly lucky to have these people by my side; I wish I could show them more appreciation, because they really deserve that

Things that get me by are usually just sleep, snacks and video games. Little hobbies and such that keep me going. 

Hope that answered your question anon!

[morgansmornings]

What was your response to the last time your heart was broken?

No Meme @ Anonymous ~~~*~~~

The last time her heart was broken?

Now that was something she wished she could keep locked away in the back of her mind. Left to gather dust and cobwebs the likes that she is used to seeing when she settles into her mental landscape of a towering multiple leveled museum. She walked down the dimly lit hall that was sectioned off. Fingers brushing over pedestals that held bottles of memories. Stopping at one in particular. The fragment of a moment shimmered in a just barely orange tint.

The looping scene within the bottle, was of a man with dark shaggy hair, blue eyes shifting in colour against the lighting. Steel Blue streaked just barely with a Prussian blue and rimmed the very edges of his irises. Defeat and guilt staring back at both versions of herself.

He stands at the door. He shifted the backpack that contained his current focus in life to sit better on his shoulder. Likely filled with class work from the Academy if she had to take a guess. A half turn to face her once again. Thin lips parting on a inhale, words half forming only to die once more before they could escape the cage of his teeth. She can see the self-loathing. The Regret that builds another layer on the armour that she spent so much time and effort breaking down so she could just be in his life.

A pause.

Then he is shoving the frosted glass doors of her shop open. His frame Becoming blurry as the door closes.

Then the phantom glimmer shifts and the memory repeats. Only for her, she gets sucked back into it. Reliving the time after the shadow faded from her sight. And it becomes real again.

The ache in her chest. The weight growing until she is pulled to the floor in a heap of weak muscles and heated nerve endings. Her head is cradled into her hands. Nails biting at the stands of her hair that darked her vision. The acrid taste of her own silent tears stinging her tongue as they roll into her mouth from open lips that were parted in a soundless scream. She sits there for a solid twenty nine minutes. Rocking gently in place to soothe the shattered remains of her heart. Metaphorically picking each jagged piece up one piece at a time. Leaving crimson trails in tiny pools around the mass.

Eventually she picks herself up off the floor. The Gold in her eyes now shining bright in contrast to the usual warm chocolate shade that her irises usually were. Yet it is not in joy that she feels as she goes through the motions of closing up the shop for the night. It is chilled, the lash of Winter’s mornings before a storm. Numbing the pain and pretty much anything else she senses in the meantime. Slender fingers wrapping around the orange, oil barrel shaped cup that she had crafted specifically for him. The latest present for his passing the halfway point and advancing in his studies.

The object that had started the whole fight to begin with.

Part of her wants to throw it against the brick wall and watch it shatter. A physical representation of what happened to her emotionally. Instead she washes it out, sets it up on one of the shelves that held trinkets behind the counter. Something that would become a reminder of what she stupidly let happen. She fucking knew better.

Just like that, the extinguishment of a candle flame of hope, the feeling of Heated Anguish turned into Cold Detachment.

She would continue to care, be happy and live her life in spite. Rise from the ashes that once burned in cozy contentment.

But she would never truly love the way she loved him. He would become her personal Revenant that she would always seek out even if it meant avoiding him. Even if it meant taking time and leaving New York for a while. Even if it meant that she turned from her House to find a new path in a new Tradition.

When all was said and done, she would never be the same.

Pulling back away from the encased memory, she sighed. Wiping tears that were not there. Setting her shoulder she left her Mental Museum and came back to the person who had asked her the question in the first place. A smile that was bright enough that it reached her eyes, a talent that she was learning was a key to blending in.

“I cried. I spent some time mourning. And I moved on. Same as everyone else, ya know?”

[morgansmornings]

💚 + Beth

This Meme: Accepting @ Anonymous

If people don't know by now then I am not sure what else to do.

Beth is the singular person that is a constant in Jayden's life. Having known Beth since Jayden was 17 it has always been them against the world.

Beth being the Wild and Calm spirit she is, Jayden slid into the role of Adventurous Rebel from the beginning. They are two sides of a coin. With Jayden being mostly bark, Beth is the silent bite that comes from the blindside.

They are family. Chosen and weaved together in the Tapestry that is Life. Parted by distance but never far if the other is needed. Bound to share and love each other in a way that is hard to define them as not being a certain type of soulmate.

Jayden would front a one woman army, leaving devastation in her wake to rescue Beth if called on. And the same could be said going the other way. The Streets paved with blood and pestilence. Nature overtaking what man has forged.

They are my OTP in the way that family is supposed to be. And that means everything to Jay.

[morgansmornings]

Do you have developed dynamics with the OC of another mun that has influenced your OC or Canon muse?

This Meme: Accepting Anonymous

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If it is not obvious, then the answer is yes.

Both Turtle and I have been roommates for years. She is my best friend. I was the one that talked her into coming to Tumblr to try and alleviate a slump. And when she created Beth and, to an extent, Andy Riley I made Jayden.

We flesh the girls out together. Building them up as having met in college and becoming the family that they needed. They grew into adults as a pair. Jayden did have a fairly long relationship with Andy, only natural once she was old enough. When that relationship ended, there was not much bitter blood. Depending on verse there is a bit of regret. But mostly they get along like a married couple. There is an ongoing custody battle over Beth.

This may come as a shock to many people, but Beth is in fact older than Jayden.

But throughout all of her Verses, the one thing that remains constant is that Beth and Jayden are best friends and might as well be sisters, or in someway family. Where one is, the other is never far. Or if they are separated by distance , they are always texting, calling, or in Jayden' s case, randomly showing up at Beth's door.

Jayden envies and admires Beth far more than she states.

She wishes she had the same level of compassion and openness with others that Beth does. To be able to build similar connections and have bonds strong enough to outlast the walls Jayden put up given who her family is.

She admires how strong Beth is despite all that she has gone through and still is able to love in a world so bitter that it is hard to find. And how smart the older woman is.

While Jayden and Beth are OCs, their canon is so interwoven it is hard to find them without the other being in their lives.