#loredrops

[chrrybabie]

closed to: @loredrops

it took a lot to tear her from bed this morning, jett wrapped around her and sleeping peacefully. she hadn't wanted to wake him, but she did linger longer than she should have to watch him sleep — god, what's wrong with her? usually one urgent email from her supervising partner is enough to whip her into shape and have her rushing off to the office. usually she didn't even need the warning, already anticipating the need for her presence and yet another late night at work. today, it took six and a vaguely threatening text. how silly that she forgot that in this profession, her time is never her own — she does bill for it though! she leaves a note on the nightstand where jett will see it, lest he thinks she really left him. although, it would be a weird move to leave him in her own apartment with the intent of escape. in her characteristically neat handwriting it says: called in to the office :( help yourself to anything in the fridge. i'll talk to you later. she signs it with a heart — uncharacteristically so.

after an entire day of being browbeaten by a bitch of a brief, adriana finally returns home, with all intents of pouring herself a glass of wine, unwinding, and calling jett to apologize for abandoning him. she unlocks the door, pushes on inside, and isn't met with silence. music plays from the kitchen and she hears the sizzle of something on the stove. her heart stops and instinct has her reaching for the pepper spray she keeps in her purse. her steps are slow, deliberate, quiet, as she rounds her way to her destination. she turns the corner, sees a figure at the stove, her pepper spray raised high as her heart pounds in her chest. the figure turns, and the canister goes clattering to the ground as she drops it out of shock ( thank god it was still in its locked position! ). " you're still here? " she questions, taking in the sight of a shirtless jett who's suddenly taking domain over her sparsely-used kitchen, " and you're cooking? did i even have anything in the fridge to cook? " she already knows the answer to that — absolutely not.

[hcrrormovie]

|| closed starter || @loredrops || || muse: nicolet alba ||

" i've been thinking, what if we gave this a shot to be something real. no more of just being casual. " bringing up the idea of being in a serious relationship is something that is out of nicolet's usual comfort zone, but she'd been thinking about a conversation she had with a friend at the bar the week before. it left her thinking how she did want to be with percy as more than just a woman he is casually sleeping with from time to time.

[deathrcll]

➙ deysi dolasio + alani mcbride for @loredrops

" alani wants to date you. " as if there hadn't been a comfortable silence between the three of them that had settled while deysi had started to twist herself into a pretzel, tapping on their phone while pulling up the menu for the closest pizza place. she ignored the look of fear that flashed across her girlfriend's face, instead, fixing hazel hues onto nico. going so far as to lean over alani's body to make sure he understood that they were being serious rather than speaking in the jokes and half sentences she usually did. " and since i date her, i told her it was cool. especially when i'm tour and can't be around i'd like ... be cool if you took care of her. "

she'd already started to cover her face with a hand, cheeks burning with how blunt deysi had been about it all. her intention had been to ease nico into it slowly. try to put out some feelers on what he thought about relationship with more than two people in it, if he had ever seen himself in that sort of scenario — not deysi offering her up on a silver platter with no warning. " please stop talking, " mumbles between her fingers, head shaking as she tried not to make any sudden movements like it would make this better. " we meant how would you feel about possibly being with us and going on a couple of dates. not ... whatever she just said. "

[dirtyauthority]

closed starter for @loredrops

the moment adonis read the text on his phone he felt his heart beating in his throat. i need to talk to you... the words continued to linger in his mind. his brain wracking through all the ideas of what they wanted to tell him. don spent the better portion of his day thinking, stressing, wondering. he was finally at the restaurant they agreed to meet at. every minute they waited for the other to walk through the door felt like an eternity waiting to pass by. "finally," he breathed out, watching them get settled at the table. "so," he said used the word to test the air. "you said you had something to tell me...seemed kind of important since you wanted to talk in person." his voice sounded hesitant, like he was anticipating what they would say next. "uh-- what's going on?"

[blcssom]

closed starter for @loredrops ft. rowena callum | 36 | familiar | laura harrier

"i know that familiars are second class citizens around here," an oversimplification of her role and place in society, but rowena was prone to dramatics when she wasn't getting her way. "but surely a fifteen minute break is written into that contract somewhere. i can't keep working under these conditions!"

[velvctstatic]

closed starter for @loredrops

based off this (#3) !

jamie was mid-sip of his yuengling when a rhythm of three knocks sounded against his front door. he licked the residue from his lips as he set the bottle down on the worn bartop, then pushed himself off the oak stool and headed toward the entrance of the small cabin he’d been staying in for the last couple months. the place technically belonged to the property too, tucked deeper into the land just beyond the tree line, though it had slowly started to feel like his own since being hired. between maintaining the acreage, fixing fencing, keeping watch over the property, and making sure things stayed running smoothly, jamie had settled into the rhythm of the land easily. maybe a little too easily. somewhere along the way, looking after her had quietly become part of the routine too.

the faint outline of someone’s figure lingered behind the small window beside the door, though he already knew who it was before he even opened it. without hesitation, jamie unlocked the door and pulled it open. “it’s a little late for you to be wandering out here,” he commented casually in a lowered tone, his eyes instinctively drifting over the woman’s shoulder to scan the dark surroundings before returning to her again. the subtle shift in his expression gave away a flicker of concern. “everything okay?”

[badrcviews]

closed starter for @loredrops ✯ based on this !

"you have no idea what you're saying." maya frowned up at them. she stood with a crumpled up red solo cup in one hand, and a fistful of the other's shirt in the other. she stood a little too close. the wine she'd been sipping out of a solo cup all night pulled at her, blurring the lines between personal space. "you're drunk." she fumbled, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "what about..." their friendship, her boyfriend, the fact that anyone could see if they squinted hard enough into the backyard. she blinked up at them with big, brown eyes. "i don't want anything to change between us."

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

Headmaster and Headmistress of Ravenhood Academy!

TW: for distorted text in description

(They have several outfits, but this is their introductory outfit in Part 1 of the Academy AU) Picture taken by Mr. Nack. Circa 2013

(The book mentioned is not a thing yet, so it could change except for the red text)

Introductory excerpt taken from "Ravenhood: The book of Rules and Regulations for perfect etiquette" written by Ṅ̶̨̧͈̙̬͍̹͔̩̯̳̅̋͋̈́̃͠o̷̟̲̹͉̩͔̭̺̺̰̞̿̐͐̐̈́͂̈́͑ͅt̸̯̰̭̲̍́̏ ̸̨̩͈̖͓̟͎͔̫̟̗̫͐͋̀̈́f̶̧̈́̒̏̇̿̆̔̈̔͋́̈́̓̄ŏ̶̞̬̭̮̙̣͌̂̾̇̌̍́̊́ǘ̸̺̗̚n̶͈̼͎̍̆̑̒̊̈͛̎̆̓̀ͅď̷̠̙̠̤̘̦̲̼̦͍̹̭͔͚̈́)

CH1: Welcome, newcomer

The Ravenhood Academy is delighted to have you around as a new member and student in the institution. We, both headmaster and headmistress, welcome you to our little school. We are sure that you'll be very happy and will meet new friends to come in and join you in your promising years of education around our little school.

We guarantee that you'll

i̶̮͕̠̮͔̰̙̋́́̽̀̂́́͗̕͝ͅt̵̨̢̢̙͙̙̫͌̈́̑'̴̨̡̯̞̬̩̥̻͍̮̬̑̽͋̿ͅs̸̥̻̪͍͇͇͖̻̠͆̃͂͐̎͊̎́̃̽͝ ̷̛͎͚̱͎̩̻̲̓̇̋̆̋̂́͂̔̔͆͘a̵̩͎̐͂̊̈́̽͋̇̈́̓͗̚͠͝͝ ̷͙͕͔́̈́͐̇̋̉̾̐̈͝͝͝t̴͔͍̲̱̒̚r̷̤̲͉̂̇̉̃̏̅͋̿͗͘͝a̷̢̻̞̥͚̳͛̒̀̂́͒̽̔͂̈̾̕p̷̧̧̰̙̫̱͊́̈́͆̽̀̇̽̇.̷̢̨̨͓̭̟̠̖̪̗̯͛.̶̥̿̈̊̆͌͂̇̈.̵̛̖̍̋̌͌͆͐̀̈́̂͛̽̇̕y̸̛͉̜̫̝̙̲̟͔̜̯͓̫͕̲̎̊̒̑̽̊̏̋͗̀̍͘͘͝ͅô̷͖͚͓͍̠̥̝͍͓̿̾u̴̢̧̘̳͚̖̜͔̥̪̣̼̝̲̐̈͌́̎́̈́͂̅̐͝͝'̸̜̫̈́̃̈̄̀͗̋͊̂̾̉̊̕͘͠ļ̸̡̨͔̥̗̤̼̮̮̜̼̓͋̊̇̃̊l̸̡̰͉̜͇̳͕̭̘͎͌́̑̂̚̕ ̸̹̯͔̤͚͕̞͓͓̹͇͓̅̒̈́̐̌̕s̵̡̹̳͛́̐̒͋́̈̍͊̓̃̕ṭ̸̨̨̈́å̶̜̓̆̓͌̓͗̀̀̋̅͠y̴̡̗̜͓͎͇̆̀̔̑͋͗̌͝ͅͅ ̵͔͕̯̦͉̙͆̽͑̇̂h̸̛̥̻͕̟̋̓e̴͚̹̪̙̙̦̎̊͒̽̐̆̋̀̋̆r̴̢͖͇̝̞̫͔̊̀͋̈́̉̌͆̓͑̽̐̊̕ͅė̶͖̘̫͈̤̎̑̋̆̋͒̈́͊̍͌̚ ̵͚̥̥̖͍͔̱͎͚̌͑̈́̇̊f̵̧̛͚̙̣̩̲̖̟̅͊̊̌̉̈́̅̈́̈́̕͜͠o̵̡̮̦̣͕͍̩̲̰͔̥͓̊̒͐̎͘ŗ̷̼͖̤̳̙̖̣̙̻̜̗̔̅͌̑͒̓̒̂̉̈̃͘̕ͅe̶͈͚̜͕̩͚̟̍͜v̵̧̛͔̠̟̬͎̠̬̟͔̓̈́͑̽͗̄̈̈́͆̈́ͅͅe̸͍̗̘̻̮͓͙̰̬̍̆̾̽̇͒̈̓̒͂̆̑̿͐͜͜r̸̬̥̩̬̦̦͈̈́̊̀̾̇̃͛͂̀̌́̂̾̕ͅ.̷̡̡̩͚͎͓̫̀.̸̝̘̬̜̉̃̌̎̈́̂́͒͊̈͝.̸̹̮͚͙͍͙͍̱̪̫͚̗̠͇̹̽̅́̒̈́̔͑͗͊͆́.̷̡̡͓̖̰̝̫̱̥̮̜̺̉͌͋̒͛͆̔̈̑̏̀̀̾̐͘ͅ

......And will bring the Raven pride of the Academy!

Section A: A brief history of the Academy

Before we divulge into the rules and regulations, we want to share a brief history of the Ravenhood Academy so you can get familiarized with the institution you'll be spending the rest of your education in.

The Ravenhood Academy was founded in

Ť̶̢̩̞̣̪̤̈́̑́h̷̢̟̖͇̝̲̳͖͍̲́̾͐̎è̶̡̳̤̣̠͎̜̺̤̦̂̀̈́͋̏͌̔̾͆͋̾͘̕̕ř̶̳͈̝̠ͅę̵̨͇̫̰̙̳͍͎̘͇̙̝̘̎̇ ̸̹͖͔̻̳͈̻̯̳̇́̔̈́̈́̄̂͜ͅa̸̯̓̅̑̏̏̈̄̓̉̈̕̚͠͝r̴͇͕̒e̶̛̥͚͙̬̹̮̋̒͒̊͂́ ̶̜͎͖̈́̿͒̀̃̈́̅̈́͝͠m̶̰͙̹͕̬̞̠̺̝̪̥̾à̸̰̞̣̦͙̀̑͌̇̚̚n̶̘̝̿̈́́y̷̧̧̝̤͉̥͓̳͚̱̿͊͌͂͑̕̕͝ͅ ̶͇́̉̈́̑l̵̢̢̙͚͕̜͎͓̫͙̣̐̅̊i̷̗͈̙̩͎͕͕̳̘̣͋̋̃̌̓̌̊͜ͅè̵̝̠͕͓̖͔̥͕̩̓͑̿̋̃̚͝͝s̵̢̛̛̰̪͉͙̯̣̣̙̽̓͒̇͒̀̂̒͒̿͜ ̴̧̻̞͉͇̯̘̘̹͎͆̆̏̐́̏͋͂̔̈́͜͝w̵̯̟̯͖̌̌̾͛̈́̈́̇́̀̓̚͝͝į̵̼̱͇͈̰͓͈̊͜t̸̛̹̄͆̈́̾͒̽̊̂̿̏̀̈́̕ḥ̶̢̞͔͚̟̖͎̫̼̜̣̩͍̈̏̀́̓̏͝ỉ̶̢̮̱̬͕͖̦͑̀͒͊n̴̟̦̘͎̮̻̮͚̺̜̓̎̓̏̐͊̏̐͌̔̎͝ͅ ̵̡̰̞̹͈̯͉͇̝̭͉̙̍͗͒̀̉̐̌̿̃̄̚t̶̛̳̜̮̺̲̞̼̺̣͆̊̏̓́̂̋͠h̷̪̫͚̪͖̳͍͚̜̝͇͖̟̤͛͛̂́̉͛̐̅̒̈͜į̸̛̼̳̳͍ṣ̵̨̧̼̬̰͎̯̞͓̾̏̅̂̈́͗̅͛̑͗̓̃͌̕͝ ̸̨̗̥̬̪͎͚͎͒̒̇͆̎͘b̴̼͚͎̗̺̟̪̪͕̳͕̦͍͐̈̏͑̚ͅõ̵̧͔̞̩͙̰͎͙̖̘͙͝ǫ̶̻̣̹͆k̷̢̧̩͚̮͗̏̌̒̀͑̏͆͝.̸͕̙̹͚̰̤͍̰̺̳̟̯̆͂̍ ̷͉̣̖̹̦͉̦͎͖̳̞̭̤̘̔͛̽̓̌̏̂̉̚͠N̴̡̢̲̫̠̱̼̪̗͈͔̪̈́̌̇͂ǫ̸̨̨͍̱̜̙͖̺̠̞̈́́̃ț̵͓̲̝̞̫̻̳́͜͜ḧ̶̥͈̝͕̤͖͐͒̄̓̄̆̅͠ì̵̩̱͌̿ͅņ̷̩̻̟̪̙͓͙̪̜̼̠̆̈́̈̅͐̽̿̐̉̃͠g̵̡̪̯͕͙̭͚̪̭͇̣͂͒̋͐̽̆̎̍̚͝ͅͅ ̸̧̙͖͙̜̯͍̙̘̮̘̯̙̞̈́̀̔̎̍̆̈̌̂͘i̷͓̲͙͒́͋̅͊͗̆́̃̋͘͘ş̵͕̣̰͕̙̳͓̼̗̱̖͍̳͌̈́̐̆̂̇̌͗̑͑͘͘ͅ ̷̛̝̞̽̆̉̾͊̎̋̇̚͠t̶͙̦͚͈͆̓̎͜r̶̡̢̜̪̫͔̬͇̭̮͑̈́̇̏̇̅̊͝͝͠͠ų̸̡̧̢̻̰̗͍̻͓̼̦̓̃̉̊͋͋͌̉̈́̃͠͝ͅę̶̧̜̲̻̳̝̜͖̤̯̟̯͓̐̀͌͠.̴̮̓́͑͌̓̚ ̸̢̛̪͓̩̱͈͑̓̉̈̈́̓̂̅̎͗̕͘Ḑ̴̳͉̺͎͈̳͔̩̦̼̱̠̜̉̎o̴̧̡̢͔̬̱̫̜͉̾͊̊͆͒̔͛̃̓̕͠n̵͓̑'̸̢̪̳̻̄͆̀̽͋̀͋̔͛͆ţ̴̨̟̝̠͕̯̲̫̣͋̌͋͂̎̎͊̒̒͊͗̓͗͝ ̷͓̄̈̅́̾̈́̄͒͗̒͘ț̷̢̡̺̜̥̠̋͗͗̄̒̾͒̏͆͗͒̏͘͜͝r̷̞̗̭͔͓͇͙̾̈́͆̌̉͐͌͗́̍̈́̿̾̚ū̸̧̬̝̹̯̭̮͈͉͝s̸̡̨̞̞̪̞̝͍̼̣̗̟͗͜ͅt̶̡̮̭̺̻͎̥͚̠͍̺͊́ ̴̧̧͓̱̦̗̝̦͖͚̺̗̔͛̒̎̇̄̾́̀̄͆̀̕̚w̷̨̫̲͍̥͍̦̗͓̪̖̹̼͎̅̀̿̋̒̄̈́̇̏̋̌̀̓̓͝h̴̛̳̺̄̎͆̋̏̕͘a̵̛͉̲͖̱̬̜͖̣̮̙̒̄̈́̓͂̂̅̃̈́̔͘͠͝t̵̺͍̫̒̒̓̔̊͛̚̕͝ ̷͈̭̞͎̜̮͙̣͔̮̿͌͛͒̿̍t̴̢̩͙̩̣̝̱̖̹̽̈́̀̈̒̀̐̅̉̊̾̓̽̕͜ḥ̶̛̛̜̭͇͎͍̎͛̑̂̆̾̃̀̏̍̌͒̊ę̷̹̩͖̰̯̇̽͛͋̋͐̿̊̃̐̋͝y̸̧̛͙̻̹̬̜̘̓̒̐̀̍͌̂̐̎͛̈́̚͠ ̶̼̗͇͖̘̑̉́͆̄́̂̍͜͝ͅā̴̡̛̗̝̅͊̐̀̔̄̄̀͑̂̕ͅr̵̢̦̪͖̞͙͎̩͕͎͉͈̅̀͂͆̓̿̈́e̴̡̤͙͇̩̰̯̲̞͙̲̪͒͑̃ ̶͖͑̋͐͛̏͌͋̏̇̄̅̚s̸̘̲̰̼̞̥͂̂̎͘͝a̵̜̭̹͓̟͖̻̻͚̮̲͙͋̔͗̇͋̅͌̀́͊̊̈̅͠ÿ̷̛̯͎̪̜̫́̌̍͆͗̅̎̔̀́͠͠ͅi̶̹̲̓́̅̍̕̚͝n̴̡̟̠̺̪̞͚͓̩͇͍̻͆g̴̛̣̙̰̬̻͔͎͙̩͈̠͚̞̈̓̈͋͘͜ͅ.̵̧̟̯̈́̉̎̉̕͠ ̵̨̛̱̠̱̝̗͕̖͈͔͙͂͊̓̽̋̄͛̀͂̀̌͑T̶̡͍̮̰͇̺̳̬̗̻̈́̍͒̏͒́̈́͑̅͊͂̋̕͝͝ȟ̷̨͕͔̻̦̪̬̆̿͐͑̂̏̓e̴̡̩̫̒̇̈͂̌͘͜ ̸̧̧͇̮̹̭̣̫̳̗̑͊́͑̉l̸̛͙͓̔̿̎̇̿̈́̀̑̒́̉̈́̈́̈́ȅ̷̦̤̒̀̅͐̇̆̊͊͊̑́̏͘͠ģ̷̡̭͔̩̆͑͂́̌̃̾̇̈́̈͊̊͘͝e̴͍̦̳̘̦̰͊̀̂̂̊́͒͂͌̀̌̕n̵̛̖̈̍̅̓̽̅͂̊͘͝͠d̵̢͎̩̅͊͆̆͂ ̴̧̝̱͑́̐̄̂͛̔̌̉͆͘͠i̴̩̲̮̜̖̗̙̳͉̗̖̩̩̋̑̄̒̆͐̉͌̑͗̒ͅs̴̩̏͝ ̵͙̭̟̱̱͍͂̽͋̍̃́̈̃̃̀̀͊̏̓͜͝t̷̫̑͂̈́r̴̮̀̒u̴̡̧͓͍̬̥͇̘͍͎̾̀̿̈́é̴̛̞͕̹̎̊̉̏̾̓́̑̓̋͝.̴͙̹̘͆͐́̐ ̵͖͈͕̤͍͉͇̍̂

Of course that you'll hear some stories told by the older students regarding the place being haunted and other rubbish. Although we are not particularly fond of the idea rumors and ghost stories flying around, we take this as a form of the academy's school spirit. So, we are sure you'll become familiarized with it

Just take in mind the Academy is just a normal institution :)

Section B: Your Headmaster and Headmistress

It is time to make a brief introduction of ourselves. and our position. We are Mortimer Handee and Riley Ruckus. We are in charge of the Academy as Headmaster and Headmistress respectively. Most people often assume that one of us is a deputy headmaster/headmistress but in reality we in fact share the position of the Principal. We'll divide everything you need to know about us into some small segments

To make a long and complicated story short regarding our positions: I, Headmistress Ruckus, have inherited the academy after the passing of my Uncle. I decided to dive legally my duties with Headmaster Handee in the same position. There is more boring explanation to how this particular works, but it would not be related to your manual.... (Signs, Riley A. Ruckus)

About Headmaster Mortimer Handee: Born, November 23 ư̵̧̫̥͙̳͇̩̥̳͔̙̣͌͛͗̚͘ņ̶̮͕̹͖̘̯̱̻̪̞͎̑̍͊̈̓̇͗̿͠k̵̺͇͍͎̭̣̙̹̼̼̱̻̠̠͋̂̎̊̋͐͑͘̚ņ̴̩̫̣͚̭̭̙̩͓̬̺̳̿̌͒̂̓̌̊͂̏̄͗ͅǫ̸̡̨̭̠̲̟̌̓́̃͒̑͐̾͊̐̆͒̕w̵̛͎͖̘̝͐̄n̴͓̓͌͂̃̌̊̈́̎͘͝͝

I, Mortimer J. Handee, tend to work behind the scenes, but you will hear my voice in the daily announcements of the weeks. You'll mostly see me around in my office next to Ms. Ruckus'office, and taking my lunch around the teacher's table with the rest of our lovely staff. In some occasions you can find me at the Ravenhood Library. I used to teach some classes as Ms. Ruckus does, but eventually decided to dedicate my time fully as headmaster. I'll be glad to take care of any issues involving infriction of the rules.(Signs, Mortimer)

About Headmistress Riley Ruckus:

Born March 14, ư̵̧̫̥͙̳͇̩̥̳͔̙̣͌͛͗̚͘ņ̶̮͕̹͖̘̯̱̻̪̞͎̑̍͊̈̓̇͗̿͠k̵̺͇͍͎̭̣̙̹̼̼̱̻̠̠͋̂̎̊̋͐͑͘̚ņ̴̩̫̣͚̭̭̙̩͓̬̺̳̿̌͒̂̓̌̊͂̏̄͗ͅǫ̸̡̨̭̠̲̟̌̓́̃͒̑͐̾͊̐̆͒̕w̵̛͎͖̘̝͐̄n̴͓̓͌͂̃̌̊̈́̎͘͝͝

I, Riley A. Ruckus, am the founder of the patrol team and work closely with the school prefects. You'll see me roaming around the Academy halls in my professional uniforms and lab uniforms in several occasions as I teach some advance science classes in the Academy. You'll find my office around the fifth floor of the academy (Only staff and prefects permitted, unless students are escorted to have a hall pass. More into the rules of the Academy)next to Mr. Handee's office. I'll be glad to help you around with anything that you need regarding the rules and regulations or directory. Just as a little reminder that I'll be roaming around with my elite team to the dorm halls to make sure curfew isn't violated (signs Riley. A Ruckus) -----------

Ok, with that out of the way, I am very happy to see how these two designs came out. I'll have to make several versions according to their parts. Just a reminder that Part 3 would be private. Part 2 would have an uncut version but will be private as well. This is actually relating to one important detail that I cannot change or edit since it would mess up the whole structure. It's nothing bad as I made my POV of the characters clear several times, but I don't wish to make anyone uncomfortable for some lore changes (it would most likely be implied for Part 1 and 2)

Anyways, Riley's hair is white due to how red hair actually ages. This is related to some lore that I'll reveal later through (most likely) the diary of Vox Veritas (not written yet. so it could change when the actual thing is finished) and she's not wearing a necklace with the letter C, it's actually a moon but I messed up the drawing

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