A So-Called Hero

Independent, Heavily Headcanoned, Canon Divergent RP Blog for Rowan Laslow from Netflix's Wednesday || Twisted by Eli || Minors DNI

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Independent, Heavily Headcanoned, Canon Divergent RP Blog for Rowan Laslow from Netflix's Wednesday

Eli | 30 | Ace

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((Sorry I haven't really been on, I've been stuck in TAZ brainrot so I've been over there for the most part. Been having a hard time getting muse for this dork. I'm hoping I might be on next week after I get back from my vacation))

[telekitwisted]

How Do You Need To Be Touched?

fervently.

you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

tagged by: @wcathervaned

tagging: whoever wants it

[telekitwisted]

Soldier, Poet, King?

The King

"There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy" Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture ? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.

tagged by: LITERALLY ALL OF MY FOLLOWERS

tagging: Anyone who wants to do this

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((Sorry that things are going slow over here. There's been a lot going on irl as well as working on revamping my Adventure Zone multimuse @abracaxfuckxyou because I have too many scattered blogs tbh. One of those muses does have a Nevermore Academy verse if anyone is interested in interacting with Indrid/Mothman as a student))

[telekitwisted]

Of course his reasoning was infallible. He was telling her the truth. But it seemed like she still didn't believe him. The scars of his wounds were still too fresh to show her anything other than bandages and he had been told not to use his ability too soon lest he tear open his stitches.

"You're not the only one who wants to find out what that thing was. I want to know too and why it attacked me," Rowan added. Whatever it was, he swore he'd seen it in a book somewhere. Maybe it was in the Nightshade's library, though he wasn't allowed back in there anyway...

The madman comment rubbed him the wrong way, his face scrunching slightly with annoyance. It wasn't like he intended to hurt people. There was just something wrong in his head that he couldn't seem to stop. And right now she was starting to feed into that.

"I told you, I came here to apologize to you. I didn't come here to try and kill you again." His voice was sharp and tense with impatience at what seemed like her trying to goad him. Even his body looked tenser now then a moment ago.

[woednesdayaddams]

she listens to whatever deceit was ahead of her and it pained her to admit her thick walls had been shaken from foundation. believing her own lie, that she trusts him, was perhaps, one of the greatest techniques in history. to fool another you must fool yourself first. she blinked once, tired of his comments. for a slight moment, she wanted to see the hero of nevermore attempting murder. that was fueling coal to her tiny black heart. 

“apologies not accepted, i trusted you would do the right thing,” she utters, taunting him willingly.  perhaps, that was the best approach to figure out if rowan was actually standing in front of her in flesh and it was not a mockery of him, alluding wednesday to drop her personal case. “about the monster however, i need to get my hands on more information. where did you get that drawing from?” she queries, well aware she has sent thing to look for a specific book in the library, which would, hopefully, bring her closer to the truth.

there was only one thought plaguing her mind and it wasn’t resentment aimed at her past aggressor. it was figuring out the mystery that enveloped jericho, who the monster was and how to defeat it. her blonde ancestor, goody addams, had warned her about the path she must take – all alone, deserted by her friends. she memorized the content of her words and chose to ignore them. a helping hand in god awful times cannot be declined. “you wouldn’t mind sharing vital information, would you?” dices had been cast, she was well aware she was crossing his line. taunt him, push him around, only to see the end of that macabre vision and how it’s supposed to end.

[telekitwisted]

He didn't expect her to accept the apology, but at least it was acknowledged. That still didn't absolve him of any guilt he felt for attacking her, but it was a step in the right direction. Or at least he hoped it was.

His jaw clenched slightly as her words continued to grate on him. Did she believe him or not? And at this point he wasn't even sure what the right thing was anymore. Killing her or helping her. Something in his core told him that dead or alive, the destruction in his mother's vision was still going to happen.

Sure he wanted to make up for what he'd done but what was the point in helping her? It's not like the book would bring her any answers she was looking for. Right?

There was that feeling again. That tightly wound coil in his mind that was ready to spring at a moments notice. All this needling from Wednesday was making it wind tighter and tighter. And suddenly it snapped, his common sense and judgement lost for the moment. His hand swung out as if to strike her, but instead pushed her back from him. It wasn't like when he threw her or Xavier before, but it was hard enough to send her toppling backwards.

There was a small jolt of pain, his arm pulling back to press against his stomach. It didn't feel like he ripped anything open again, but his body was still terribly sore. As he started to regain control of himself he hoped that had been more than enough proof to rid her of any doubt that he was the real Rowan.

[telekitwisted]

It hurt and his head was spinning without getting enough air. He feel Xavier grab his inhaler from his pocket and moves with him out of the quad. Everything moves by in a blur until he's suddenly sitting on the floor, realizing the inhaler is right in front of him.

A shaky hand comes up and grips it as best he can before pressing down on it. Rowan takes as deep of a breath as he can muster. He wait a couple seconds before taking another puff. Slowly he can feel his lungs taking in more and more air. His hand drops to his lap and his head leans back against the cool stone wall.

Rowan was still shaking, still overwhelmed from every sensation he was feeling. Even now in the hallway there were small or light items that were lifting up into the air. He could hear curious murmurs from a few students who were poking their heads into the hall from outside.

[wcathervaned]

Xavier shot a glare in the direction of the nosey students who were trying to get a glance at Rowan's freak out. Teens certainly loved a spectacle they could gossip about. Turning his attention back to Rowan he frowned. He had to get him someplace quiet, some place he felt comfortable.

"Can you walk?" he asked. He's rather not have to carry Rowan, but he needed to get him back to their dorm where he could calm down.

[telekitwisted]

Rowan shook his head. He didn't want to move or be touched again. The giggles of the other students grated on his ears. His arm lifted to the side and with a flick of his wrist, the door slammed shut, bruising a few heads and limbs in the process. He didn't care, he wanted them away from him.

His eyes shut again as he tried to take in more deep breaths. It still hurts, his lungs still burning. At this rate he'd might end up in the infirmary again. "J-Just give me a s-sec," he wheezed.

[telekitwisted]

@artihste said:

omg he's red and xavier's navy <33

((Yee~ They are <3))

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@artihste said:

xavier vc: that wall you threw me against was not soft nor sensitive

"I said I was sorry."

[telekitwisted]

What Color Is Your Aura?

Red

leather jackets, cherries, bruised knuckles, roses, lipstick, fast cars, rose petals. your essence is red: you are a spirit of intensity who effortlessly inspires others. you struggle to slow down; there is always another goal, another prize, to prove you are strong enough to them. you cannot stop speaking for the voiceless. you are the torch-wielder. you are the rebel. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of crimson, blush, terracotta, and fire, who share your unapologetic nature. you are also drawn to the free-spirited souls purple and yellow, who will help you grow and see that you can lighten your heart sometimes. however, you may struggle to get along with the internal personalities of blue and brown who are too methodical.

[telekitwisted]

Rowan is a sensitive gentle bean and I will die on this hill.

[brittsmemes]

A  VALENTINE’S  APPLICATION. 

your  name:

your age: 

your perfect date: 

make out in private or in public?: 

do you like to cuddle?: 

tell me something about you:

why do you want to be my valentine?:

[horrificmemes]

Suspicious Sentence Starters

Send me one of the following sentences regarding suspicion, trust, and paranoia.

“I’m not sure you have the best intentions.” “When have I ever steered you wrong?” “What makes you think I can trust you?” “I don’t trust you. Not yet.” “It’s hard for me to believe anything you say.” “It hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time.” “I made a mistake, okay? Are you going to distrust me forever?” “It takes me a long time to open up to people, I’m sorry.” “There’s someone outside watching the house.” “I have a weird feeling about him/her/them.” “Why do you always think people are up to something?” “I won’t give you my trust. You have to earn it.” “You can’t live your life being suspicious of everybody around you.” “I know we just met, but you have to trust me.” “What on earth are you up to?” “So, what were you whispering about?” “You’ve been keeping a secret from me.” “I’m not crazy, we’re being watched!” “Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me the truth?” “I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to people I don’t know yet.” “I trusted you once and I’m never doing it again.” “You see that person? I think they’re following us.” “I just get this feeling that someone has been watching me.” “Who are you and why have you been following me?” “I used to be a very trusting person.” “Where were you?” “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” “You won’t call me ‘paranoid’ when you realize I’ve been right all along.” “You were right, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” “Give me one good reason to trust you.” “After last time, I’m not sure I should listen to you.” “Nope. Nuh-uh. I’m not trusting another one of your bad plans.” “How can we trust this person?” “How do I know you won’t just stab me in the back?” “I’m sorry, I just can’t bring myself to trust you again.” “You were right. I was a fool to trust them.” “I’m not suspicious. I’m just cautious.” “I told you that they were bad news.” “No, facebook stalking isn’t ‘creepy’, it’s called ‘being careful’.” “I get a bad feeling about them.”

[horrificmemes]

Send me "Disaster” + one of the symbols below for our muses to meet before, during, or after a disastrous event.

OR feel free to discuss one that isn’t on the list or make up your own scenarios.

🌪 - Tornado 🍃- Intense wind storm ⚡- Lightning storm ❄ - Blizzard 🌊- Tsunami/Hurricane 💧 - Flood 🔥- Fire 🌋- Volcanic eruption/ash storm 💥- Man-made explosion ☢ - Nuclear fallout 💀 - Zombie outbreak 🌎- Earthquake 💊- Plague 👽 - Alien invasion 🤖 - Robot uprising 😈 - Biblical world’s end 💫 - Meteor strike 🌞 - Famine

[wcathervaned]

@telekitwisted asked: sender kisses receiver's lips. for Xavier

send kisses! || accepting

Xavier didn't take Rowan as the type to make the first move. That's why he's a bit surprised when he feels the other boy's lips on his as they sat together on his bed. The shock of it quickly dies down as he leans forward into the kiss, pressing his lips back against Rowan's. A hand comes up and comes to rest in the crook of the other's neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss.

[telekitwisted]

They stay like that for a long moment, one hand placed on Xavier's side, the other gently hold his arm. After a few more seconds he pulls away, slightly out of breath. He smiles up at the other.

"Wow, you're a good kisser," he said, mostly out of nerves. He wasn't actually sure what he was supposed to say after a kiss.

[wcathervaned]

@telekitwisted asked: ( guard ) : one muse protects the other from someone who wants to hurt them ((protect the nerd boi!))

short, angsty prompts || accepting

It wasn't enough that Rowan got picked on at their school, but just like with most outcasts, the citizens of Jericho had to put in their two cents about their opinions of them. Two of Tyler's old friends, Jonah and Carter, were picking on the young telekinetic. It made Xavier's blood boil to see the way the other boy was being pushed around.

"Hey, knock it off." Xavier said as he stepped between Rowan and the others.

[telekitwisted]

One of them had managed to knock Rowan to the ground just before Xavier stepped in. They both laughed at the artist, smug looks on their faces.

"Just like one freak to flock to another. What's the matter Picasso? Don't like us picking on the runt?" Carter said, giving one of Xavier's shoulders a shove.

[chromium-siren]

Leota took Rowan’s palm in her hand and examined it. “Hmm… very interesting. You have a strong head line, and your heart line says you are restless. I sense something troubles you.”

[telekitwisted]

Well, he did have worries on his mind, but what person didn't? In a place where he was an outcast among outcasts he had a lot to worry about. Though his mother's vision still bothered him most and was usually on his mind.

"I'm mean yeah," he said, a bit skeptical.