The Creature Crossroads

RP SideBlog of kjsupernova for all her characters. 7+ years experience and very non-selective! We've got Aliens, Monster, and Fae OCs, old and new! Multi-universe, Multiship! Come on down and get to know some of them!

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My muse is talking about yours to someone else. Send "👂" to eavesdrop on the conversation.

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(Had the pressing urge to doodle some Gwen. In some outfits in her wardrobe and some silhouettes of a certain situationship from her past.)

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Fancy for Val (Tor is taking her on an expensive date)

Val was sitting at her antique vanity adding one of her favorite earrings after putting on a new dress she was trying out. Something a little different she hoped Tor would approve of. It was also a color she wasn't used to but well he'd at least get the effect of her wearing a richer color than her usual pastels. She also had her wavey dark green hair up in a high ponytail. Not something she tended to do ether. She wanted to look nice. For him, and for herself.

And because this was going to be a nice date. Val was excited and nervous and happy. Very Very Happy. So much so that her eyes were twinkling as she got up to find a simple purse that would go with her outfit. She didn't have many, but she was sure she had one in a nice silver to match her earrings and the magical medical bracelets. Her flats on her feet were also silver. There was a knock on her door and she practically flew out of her room and down the stairs to the main floor of her little country farmhouse home.

"C-Coming!"

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 : how do they express longing, especially for something or someone that they think they cannot have?

𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞 : how does your muse heal - physically, emotionally, spiritually?

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it?

𝐚𝐬𝐡 : what has your muse lost that still haunts them? For Gwen again 👀👀

Wisteria: If it's an object she'll look at it for a while, pine a little bit, and then heave a heavy sigh and move on from it. She doesn't forget. Just sets it on a proverbial shelf. People are much harder to move on from. She'd been hurt pretty badly by a guy she wanted to keep in her life. She wants to be around them, interact with them, if feeling bold enough she might twiddle a bit of their hair in her fingers if the two of them are close enough, watches them. Not in a creepy way, but more in a, wanting to commit every little thing about them she can to memory, kind of way. Her heart aches, she croons sadly to herself for comfort while embroidering a square with the person's face and then puts it away in a little chest that's in her embroidery room. Sometimes with the tear pearls she's shed over the person folded up in the square. The act of doing this is cathartic for her. Helps her work through her feelings. She'll memorize songs that she hears when around them. Or compose her own. Which is rare.

Aloe: Slowly. She has a stronger constitution than humans, so she heals better, but it's slow. Emotionally? Same. Slowly. She's still healing from some tough things that happened 80 years ago emotionally/spiritually. Things just keep coming at her and it's hard. But she's still trying. She's just been going about it kinda in the wrong way. She's been closing herself off to making new friends and such.

Marigold: Singing. Her eyes will sparkle. She has a really sweet smile when you can get her relaxed and comfortable enough to feel it. Dancing. She loved dancing when she was living out in the wide world. She'll make flower crowns when there's flowers to find. Her favorites are daisies and cosmos and waterlilies. Please accept them. If she does make one for you it's pretty special. She's actually really sociable. Outgoing even.

Ash: A mother, a Father, a Brother a Grandpa, and a Granma. She also misses her Horse. Royale adored her and she reciprocated. Somewhere in the woods around the area where the Dry entrance to her home there's his stable. He was shot trying to protect her as best as his horsey self could manage when someone made an attempt for her. Gwen tore the asshole to pieces for it.

A lover to the greed of wanting immortality for him and his cohorts at the cost of her health (even her own life at some point). She's missing a finger on one of her hands and has scars on her right cheek because of this.

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𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what grief does your muse carry quietly, and how do they cope when no one is watching?

𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain?

𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress? (Gwen 💛)

Willow: Gwen carries the grief of losing her family. And in a way that makes it kinda never end. Because she doesn't know what happened to them. She just came home and there was no trace of them aside from what was left in her home. Not only that but the grief of having loved someone and then being wholly betrayed by them in the end in probably the worst way she as a siren could face. Oak: Gwen is very tired of life right now. The occasional animal that fumbles into her area needing care and her few friends who are also immortal have kind of been giving her strength. When things are hard for her she seeks out her friends Xandra and Miguel. Lavender: In the spring she brings out some wind chimes and hangs them in the willow tree on the banks of her lake. When she's stressed, she'll sun on the rocks near it and listen to the chimes. but when that's not possible she'll sing to herself and brush all her hair out. And or find some item of clothing she hasn't already embroidered and go at it.

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[ 25 ] sender discovers receiver snooping around where they shouldn't be. Gwen wants to know why Elios is Snooping LOL 83

Hunched at the base of a small tree was the familiar shape of Eilos and his ridiculous hair. There had been no announcement of his arrival this time, although he didn’t seem like he was exactly trying to hide himself either. Something about his movements suggested he was insecure of himself, though, looking around and scratching at the back of his head a few times. Was this wrong? Should he just go ahead and tell her, or would it be for the best to stay quiet? Suddenly he just wasn’t sure if this was a good choice to make.

This is her land of course, so aside from the usual shenanigans of aggravating her he really had no business to be there without her aware of him.

Being so absorbed into… Weirdly lowering his ear to the base of the trunk a few times, then raising up again, he failed to notice the siren’s sudden appearance behind him.

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"You look like you're about to start peckin the thing lookin for bugs. Did you turn into a woodpecker when I wasn't looking?" came Gwen's voice from behind him. Droll. She had an amused twinkle in her human form's eyes. Which were grey.

She stood there behind him with a hand on one hip in a pale teal dress and little white lace gloves on her hands. A simple black pearl necklace around her neck and earrings to match. Fully bare feet in the patch of clover where they both were. Had she stumbled upon him as she was heading out somewhere? To a party maybe? Only she knew. Though he'd probably find out if he decided to follow her after this interaction.

"Or is that Birch telling you the latest forest gossip?"

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🌿 * 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 : 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what grief does your muse carry quietly, and how do they cope when no one is watching? 𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain? 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress? 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : what memory does your muse hold onto most tightly, and why? 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡 : when was the last time your muse had to start over, and what did they leave behind? 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 : what traditions or values does your muse consider sacred? 𝐢𝐯𝐲 : who or what has your muse clung to and why? 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 : how does your muse protect the people they love? 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 : what parts of your muse are considered hard to love, and how do they deal with that? 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 : what lies has your muse told to protect themself or someone else? how far are they willing to go? 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬 : where does your muse feel most safe, what does that look like? 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 : what does endurance mean to your muse? 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 : how do they express longing, especially for something or someone that they think they cannot have? 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞 : how does your muse heal - physically, emotionally, spiritually? 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it? 𝐚𝐬𝐡 : what has your muse lost that still haunts them? 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 : what inner wounds does your muse hide? do they hide it behind humour or confidence? do they hide it at all? 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 : what does love mean to your muse - how do they show it? how do they want to receive it? 𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬 : when your muse needs clarity - who or what do they turn to? 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧 : are there any details from your muse's childhood that sticks with them - good or bad? 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 : how does your muse handle change and adaptability - are they flexible or resistant?

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@thecreaturecrossroads - cont.

What a sight. Unexpected, unwelcome, and so heartbreaking he couldn't bear it. This manifested in a tight clench of his jaw, but he maintained composure. As she thrashed, he'd gently shushed her in an urge to prevent more slight harm to whatever injuries she may have sustained. "It's okay- just me, just me."

The sun had fallen dark over the horizon long before he'd arrived, so there was no calling to her for healing. He was unaware of the time, even, so he quickly removed his heavy jacket to use as a temporary rag. Adrenaline and fear coursed through his limbs like shards of ice, resulting in hands so sweaty they were dripping in spite of the frigid temperature.

So, she still had enough wits about her to give him grief, which settled his nerves to a degree. Enough so to think beyond the shock, but his vision grew blurry when he took in the blood staining everything. Her iridescent scales decorated his fingertips in morbid beauty; they would fleck away with every gentle motion he would swipe at the wound. It made him feel so terrible and wrong, and a familiar dread crawled up to nestle into his chest.

Alongside her he shivered as well, though not from the snow--even if he was still cold--at the moment. Her gaze was only met for brief moments as he would break away repeatedly to look at the injury. It was hard for him to process her words right away as his own thoughts clouded his mind, but he would eventually speak.

"You have a way of introducing yourself, Gwen." He softly joked, but his voice was broken. A gentle, wavering smile thinly veiled a hurricane of emotions bubbling hot beneath his skin. "I don't know, I feel like it'd be a waste if I didn't have a fry up?"

They needed to get out of this snow and to a fire or heat source, but the wound was terrible and needed urgent treatment. Without even thinking about it much Eilos gathered Gwen into his arms, carefully.

"What happened? Who the fuck did this to you?"

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Last call at the Club had been at One am and Gwen herself hadn't left until she and her friends Xandra and Miguel had closed everything down. There had been laughter, good food, friends, and Gwen had gotten all dolled up to sing again. She'd even let loose just a little and had a tasty fruity drink that was light on the alcohol. The stuff was evil on her stomach if she had more than an ounce or two.

It was a damn crime an asshole with an axe to grind about her had tried getting whatever payback he thought he was owed from her and ruined her good night.

"Well, not to toot my own horn or nothin, but I was a big name in Showbiz..... once upon a time." she gave a huff, was that a chuckle? It was likely. Very likely.

"And........ I still know how to put on a showstopper!" Her mouth curved up slightly from the pained grimace to a ghost of a cat-ish smirk. Just a taste of a lipstick smile that could send a mans' heart racing. Her face scrunched up in a pout though.

"At least feed me first.... goodness sake. Think I ....deserve a last meal before I become... a main course." Still joking, but she really wouldn't recommend it. Unfortunately she had it on good authority that the side effects and flavor weren't exactly worth the trouble of consuming Siren or Merfolk. Hence why Elios had found her bleeding. She wasn't protesting against him gathering her into his arms. The tone in his voice when he asked her WHO made her pause.

"Would ya believe.... it's an old flame gone off his rocker over the last couple decades?" She tentatively reached up to put an arm around his shoulder for stability. And she was kind of drying out. Not that good for her health since she couldn't hold onto her human form right then.

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❓+ does it ever get too quiet in your home? (Gwen!)

"... Yes. These halls used to sing with the voices of my family and neighbors. Now there's just me." her fingers nimbly pulls her needle through the fabric she is embroidering.