#fearfulfledgling

[lylebolton]

I realized I never posted any of these! I was asking people from the askverse on discord to indulge me with what their muse would be in the supernatural AU so Monster Hunter Lyle could harass them uwu (the werewuff hypocrite)

Boggart Jonathan for @fearful-fledgling​

Antichrist Anarky for @askanarky (Who unfortunately seems to have deactivated since)

Siren Music Meister for @musicmeisterandtheinbox

[fearfulfamily]

@fearful-fledgling​

The heat beating down on Karen was unforgiving and only a small amount of relief was provided from the magazine she used to fan herself, but she kept at it still as she looked upon the Keeny property standing some distance away. In a yellow sun dress that didn’t cling to her frame too much, something a little more modest than she usually wore. (she knew it still wouldn’t be good enough) The wicker heeled sandals were kind of pushing it. She’d look good if not for the sweat making her hair cling to her neck. Still reluctant to walk any closer, her legs felt like lead but the brown worn suitcase she held was starting to get too heavy.

The heat was nauseating and the knowledge that she’d soon be facing that old horrible crone again made her stomach drop. Charlie had forced her to take the train over here to try and find the deed, had literally twisted her arm over it. She didn’t want anything to di with this place personally.

She’d been in town 2 whole days already putting it off, caught up with an a few old friends, stayed with one on their couch, had a few drinks with them for old times sake and to calm her nerves about what she’d have to do the next day and ended up spending the night puking in their bathroom. Not a great reunion to make but they didn’t seem to mind. Just joked that she was the same party girl as ever--but she wasn’t.

As she finally made her approach, the only silver lining she could think of was that hopefully her grandmother would just slam the door in her face and she could go back to her friend’s and bitch about it and get her nice vacation from Charlie really started. As if she wanted to be here, this place was a hell on earth and the devil who had killed her son lived here.

She summons up all her confidence and hatred and finally knocks.

[audreyannerp]

A Friendly Visit

Audrey was still adjusting to life in the Georgia small town, but it seemed to be going well enough. She’d settled into her new little house and had even landed a job at a little bakery. It wasn’t what she went to college for, but she wasn’t complaining. Upon learning there was a farm not particularly far from her home, she decided to pay it a visit. It could be an interesting experience and she wasn’t sure how often the farm’s inhabitants got visitors, so a friendly face could be a treat for them. Since she wasn’t sure, however, she brought another treat as well; a blueberry pie she’d made herself in the bakery. Spotting a red haired boy, she approached him.

“Hello, little one,” she started with a voice that was softer than most would expect of someone with her figure, “My name is Audrey and I was hoping I might look around your farm. I baked a pie for you as well. Do you think there will be enough for your whole family?” @fearful-fledgling

[fearsewn]

// @fearful-fledgling sooooo how’s about that Jon Crane eh?  ever thought about a whacked up Jon talking to his kid self meta type thread? 

(lol it’s amber hi <3 ) 

[babydxhl]

@fearful-fledgling

continued from x.

Jonathan wondered, perhaps, if he was doing worse at his after-school job than he’d thought: weren’t diner people supposed to greet people all nice and proper, especially fancy out-of-towners?

Down on their luck, too, judging by the car out front…and the mechanics did like to upcharge when they saw potential to ‘supplement the local economy’, as they put it…

“…If, if you want a sweet tea, you can have it on me.”

Mary hated it here.

She hated how flat the place was, she hated the sun shining unobstructed, she hated that the only Gotham accent she’d heard in hours was her own. Not even the driver they’d hired had the same harsh bite to his voice. She missed Gotham, its skyscrapers and its soundstage that had become a second home.

But a press tour was a press tour, even when they’d broken down somewhere Mary was sure they didn’t even have TVs. She glanced past the boy at the driver still bent at the waist into the car engine out front, and acknowledged she really had nowhere else she could be. 

“…Sure.”

[lylebolton]

A dumb thing I drew for @fearful-fledgling inspired by a thread we started where young Jon sees Lyle wandering his home town and finds him very sugoi.

A leaf blowing through on a gust of wind in the last part would really complete this.

[loptgangandi]

@fearful-fledgling​ :  Dark green and dark blue- Jonny 

why do u follow me :  shitpost edition 

honestly ??  same.

[mymixofmuses]

A Friendly Visit

(A roleplay in progress with my Audrey muse and @fearful-fledgling .) - Audrey was still adjusting to life in the Georgia small town, but it seemed to be going well enough. She’d settled into her new little house and had even landed a job at a little bakery. It wasn’t what she went to college for, but she wasn’t complaining. Upon learning there was a farm not particularly far from her home, she decided to pay it a visit. It could be an interesting experience and she wasn’t sure how often the farm’s inhabitants got visitors, so a friendly face could be a treat for them. Since she wasn’t sure, however, she brought another treat as well; a blueberry pie she’d made herself in the bakery. Spotting a red haired boy, she approached him.

“Hello, little one,” she started with a voice that was softer than most would expect of someone with her figure, “My name is Audrey and I was hoping I might look around your farm. I baked a pie for you as well. Do you think there will be enough for your whole family?”

- The boy in question was a wiry thing of perhaps 12, with sleeves an ill fit at his wrists, teetering at the edge of a growth spurt. At the approach of a stranger, he shifted his weight back, hoe in hand, cautious and careful in observation as his gaze landed on the pie.

“Ma’am.” he nodded politely. With a glance back to the looming, decrepit manor a ways behind him, he looked back to the woman with a hum. “You’re new to town here, I’m guessin’…forgive me my manners, I can’t let you in, on account of my granny’s in no state to meet anyone…but ure enough, that’s enough pie to share.” - “Oh, no no. If anyone needs to apologize for manners here, it’s me. I just showed up here unannounced. I should have called or,” she looked at the manor in the distance, wondering if they even had a phone, “wrote a letter?” Shaking off the confused look on her face, she smiled once more. “Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pie. I made it myself,” she looked down at the box, realizing he might think she was lying, due to the label, “I work at a bakery.” She chuckled. “And yes, I’m new here. Did my Michigan accent give it away?” - He nodded politely, accepting the pie. “It’s the accent, don’t worry…pretty hard to make a social faux-pas when you’re bringin’ a blueberry pie around. Tell you what…let’s have this out in the gazebo. I’ll bring out some tea, you can set a spell.”

Hospitality, after all, is what Georgia’s infamous for: he’d be no good as a neighbor not to offer, and since she’d brought a treat, she was already on the right track the the neighborhood. He nods toward the house, and if she’ll follow, he’ll lead.

“Frankly, I’m supposed to be the one bringin’ treats to you, if you just moved in.”

- “Oh, that sounds lovely~ I’ll take you up on that offer,” she chirped, following him. “Well, aren’t you sweet? You don’t need to worry though; I can make my own treats whenever I feel like it, really. Plus, I enjoy cooking for others, so it really is no problem. I just wish I knew more people here. I can’t cook some of my favorite recipes because I have no one to share them with. Can’t go eating an entire cake by myself, you know?” - “You could, just maybe not all at once.” he said, joking gently. “So, what all brings you down here to Georgia from Michigan, anyhow? That’s the whole other end of the country, missus…and to be honest, there ain’t much to Arlen.”

Their trek took them to a somewhat dilapidated gazebo, which has chairs and a small table in it, clearly intended for outdoor dining. Jon set down the pie square in the middle, and offered to tuck Audrey into her chair with a nod. - She gave a light chuckle at his joke. “Well, my parents recently moved to a bigger city in Georgia for my father’s job. I didn’t want to be that far from them and figured I could use a change of scenery, so I moved as well. I only recently graduated from college though, so Arlen was all I could afford.” She also moved for more upsetting reasons, but he didn’t need to know that. “My, my! What a gentleman!” Audrey exclaimed before sitting down in the offered seat.

“The girls at your school must be all over you~”

- “…ah…” he mutters, pursing his lips slightly as he digests that concept. “…I’m gonna go get some tea, please wait here, ma’am.”

With that, Jon pattered off to head inside, and returned in good time with a pitcher and two glasses on a tray, alongside plates and forks. He served Audrey first, then himself, and cut the pie into perfect eighths. Audrey gets the first slice, and then, he finally sat.

“Your parents live here?”

- “Oh, ah, alright,” her smile faltered as she watched him head off. Had she upset him? Maybe it was a sore subject. She decided she would drop it when he came back. Soon enough, he returned, as did her smile. “In Athens, Georgia, yes. Not quite close, but a great deal closer than if I had stayed in Michigan.” She took a bite of her pie and gestured towards the pitcher with her fork. “That’s iced tea, right? I’m still getting used to that when people say tea here,” she chuckled. - He nodded politely, finishing his first bite of pie before responding. “It’s got ice in it, yeah. ‘Round here, you ask for tea, it’s gonna be sweet tea unless you ask for hot tea, and then you’ll get what you’re probably after.”

He took a sip of his own before continuing. “It’s real nice that you moved all the way across the country to see your parents. They must be real good people, for all that.”

- “They are,” Audrey smiled softly. “I’m really grateful that I have them. I know not everyone is fortunate enough to have decent parents, but mine really went above and beyond for me. I can never thank them enough.” She took a sip of her tea. “Speaking of family, you mentioned your granny earlier. What’s she like?” - ‘Oh, she’s sick right now…she can’t be seein’ visitors.” Jonathan said, apologetic. “All laid up in bed: right now she sleeps a lot of the time. Don’t worry about her, though…the doctor says it’s just part of getitn’ old, so I mind most of the goings-ons around here.”

He has another bite of pie before continuing. “She’s pretty severe anyhow…I don’t think she’d like someone friendly like you.”

- “Oh… well… I’ll stay out of her way then,” she smiled awkwardly, deciding not to press on about his granny. “Do you run this whole place by yourself? That seems like a lot of responsibility to put on someone your age,” she frowned, concerned. - “Yes’m, I do.”

He sipped his tea, calm as he could be about that fact.

“What parts ain’t closed down, of course…just the parts we live in, and I take care of the fields and such too. It’s not so bad, so long as I keep on top of it, instead of lettin’ things lapse…but that’s just part of life, not slacking off. How about you, what’s your house like?”

- “Well, I appreciate your work ethic,” she smiled a little. “Just try not to overdo it, okay? It’s important to relax and enjoy life too. Otherwise, what’s the point of doing anything? Anyway… I’d say my house is pretty nice. It was a little run down when I bought it, but I’ve since done some sprucing up and such. It has two floors and an attic, plus a decent sized yard for my dog to run around in. I’m honestly surprised I was able to afford it, but homes aren’t as expensive here, it seems.” - “You got a dog? That’s nice…we got a dog park downtown, might be a good place to take ‘em.” Jonathan murmured, clutching his glass slightly. Nevermind that this is a poor city: of course real estate’s cheaper, probably…he wasn’t the best at law, precisely.

“Sounds like you’re just about all settled in, then, gettin’ that all fixed up, even got a pet and everything. I think you’ll get along just fine here, Miss Audrey.”

- “Things seem to be going well enough so far,” she nodded in agreement. “And I’ll be sure to look into that dog park. I’m sure Lola would love the company of some other dogs. Maybe I can make some friends there too, if I’m lucky. I’ve begun to feel a bit lonely here, I’ll admit. I mostly just have acquaintances at this point,” she trailed off for a moment before she perked back up. “What about you? I imagine it can get pretty lonely on this big far all by yourself. Do friends ever visit you, um … I don’t recall learning your name.” -