Beck Tandy

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Shadows:

So I didn't want it two, but I guess this is going to be four parts lmao. Onyx is going to kill me when they open tumblr. I'm unafraid. I'll die like a man. @bokketo also I should edit this before I go eat lunch and move on to the last bits, but I'm not going to. Hot ppl have typos.

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Rán sighed irritably as the limp, sweaty body next to her snored loudly. For the third time since he’d succumbed to the bliss of oblivion, she pinched his meaty finger between two of her own and used it to peel his arm off of her. It fell to the bed beside his face with a muffled fwump. 

She reached over into the drawer of the nightstand and fished around for her cigarette case. It was still open. This was her third one in the last two hours. Not that they were helping. She held the cigarette between her lips and summoned fire to the tip of her finger with a wordless spell. To the right of her, something moved, and it wasn’t the man beside her.

Rán took a deep drag and shut her fist, cutting off the light.

No part of her was going to miss Hogwarts when the term ended in a couple of months. She hadn’t wanted to come when she was eleven, and she hadn’t wanted to return any year after that. Quidditch had been the only thing she’d ever really enjoyed at Hogwarts, and now she had four professional teams beating down her door, begging for her to sign their contracts. There was no point in playing school yard matches with teams that had literal children flying around the pitch with all the grace of obese bumblebees. 

Thank Merlin the season was over.

It had left her painfully bored, though, and there weren’t many people capable of entertaining her here. The idiot snoring beside her was proof of that. Rán cut her eyes in his direction. The only light in the room came from the occasional glow at the tip of her cigarette, but she knew just where his arm was. She had to resist the urge to press the glowing ember against his skin.

The closest he’d gotten to getting her off was pissing her off. Boring. Disappointing. Useless. Just like half the other idiots in the school. How pathetic not even to be good for a quick shag. Her finger twitched, itching to take her irritation out on him, but she resisted.

Just a couple more months. She’d take her N.E.W.T.s and never look back. 

Rán snapped her fingers, and the flame returned. This time, she bid it to travel down the length of her finger and settle in her palm. Its light was meager, but enough to illuminate the room. The door to the wardrobe had been left askew, and their clothes were strewn all over the floor, but other than that it was perfectly tidy. 

There it was again.

Something in the corner of her eye was moving.

This time, Rán turned her head slowly to face it. Beside her, behind the useless lump of man-flesh was his shadow. Only unlike him, the shadow was not sleeping. It mimicked his position on the bed exactly, but carved from the darkness, two yellow eyes were open and looking at her. When she stared into them, its mouth split open in a smile filled with jagged teeth.

She exhaled a plume of smoke—unbothered. Strange that her own shadow was not cast beside it. Rán moved her free hand, twisting it in front of the flame, but she couldn’t force her own spindly finger to touch the thing. 

“Interesting.” Perhaps the first interesting thing to happen to her in months. Her head tilted to its side. “Do you see me?”

The thing nodded its head.

“Can you speak?” 

It nodded again, and then its toothy grin was ripped open as its mouth spread wide. All she heard were whispers, far too faint to form intelligible words. It droned on and on until the jaws of the creature snapped closed like a bear trap. 

Curious, she reached down and took the limp arm of the sleeping man and slowly moved it one way and then the other. Still, there was a sliver of impossible light between the shadows where they should have melted together, but it obediently raised its hand and flopped back and forth. When her grip loosened, it dropped like a stone.

If she pressed the last few embers of her cigarette to his arm, would the thing scream in pain? 

Instead of asking, she reached over for her wand. The wood thrilled at her touch, ever eager, ever hungry. Just like her.

“Dornröschen.” She whispered, twisting her wand over the prone form beside her, pushing him further and further into the realm of dreams and pinning him there like a mounted insect. The air in his chest stuttered and stilled as he froze entirely. 

There were no pupils in the eyes of the thing staring back at her, but she felt its presence around her trembling. Was it with fright or frustration? Her fingers delicately stroked the hand that she lifted back up into the air, tickling along the flesh. She got the distinct feeling that the thing did not want to, there was a tug against her own spirit as if it meant to shove her back, but still it raised up its hand.

“Are you afraid? Do you feel?” She hummed. She bid the flame to float in the air before her, and held the hand by the palm. With her free hand, she flattened out his fingers and took hold of the one closest to his thumb. The thing on the wall hissed at her, but it was helpless to stop her as she wrenched the extremity to the side abruptly with a sickening crack.

The shadow figure’s finger mirrored the flesh and blood one in front of her, but it still grinned. No scream of pain, no angry flare of magic pressing against her own spirit. She jerked the finger back into place. It’d still be broken in the morning, but he wouldn’t know how.

“Not afraid then.” She still didn’t release her hold. Her eyes were trained on the strange splinter of light that somehow separated them. “Maybe you just don’t like being told what to do.”

Rán considered the being for another long moment, and it never tired of watching her. Why was it watching her? 

Its mouth began to move and it whispered again, but it was with a thousand voices, each piling on top of the other, none in sync. Whatever it said, it said it again and again. Rán tried to read the non-existent lips, mirroring them with her own. Nothing. Nothing. She could understand nothing.

Frustrated, she propped his arm against the side of the bed and decided to try something else. There was an ornate pocket knife in the still-ajar drawer of her nightstand, and she took it out and flicked it open.

Hogwarts didn’t teach blood magic, but she’d seen her mother use it many, many times over the course of her life.

The blade was cold on her own palm, and when she drew it back the slender wound wept blood. She tossed back the covers, cupping her hand and letting it gather in a tiny pool along her palm. When enough had gathered, she held it up to the wall where the shadow was cast and tilted it down to flow across the figure’s razor teeth. It was still talking. Whispering and whispering. It sputtered against the liquid on its lips.

“I know you.” A thousand voices lilted. “I know you. I know you.”

The sliver of light around her own shadow faded away, and she could feel it now. All she could see was the shadow, but it was bigger than that. It curled around her, rubbing against her naked legs, over her hip, across her breast. She shuddered, but not from fear. 

“Fuck!” Teeth sunk into the bleeding wound. They were sharp like an animal, and they split open her flesh further. The presence curled tighter against her, and it felt like the very air was shivering. Across her breast, along her neck, pressing between her thighs. It took far too much will power to step away and return to the bed.

It was laughing at her. Wispy little giggles. Rán, breathless and exhilarated, found herself laughing back. The thing was still there, still close enough to touch, and she reached her blooded hand out and snatched it. She jerked, just to see what would happen, and it yielded to her. So did the body beside her, mirroring the shadow’s actions like a puppet on a string. Rán laughed again, perched on her knees.

“I know you.” It kept singing. “I know you. I know you.”

She let go, and watched them both fall back into the bed. “Good.”

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Shadows:

This is part one, and hopefully the longest part, of what should be two or three drabbles I'll be posting for Rán Malfoy (who is not an official muse on my blog but is Beck's daughter with @bokketo's Draco so this is where it is going) because she is the loudest muse in my fucking head and won't go away.

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The world was black and cold. 

She had left behind the golden, glowing warmth of the house. Tip-toeing past her mum, who had fallen into a fitful sleep on the couch, clutching her round belly. Shuffling by the door to Nippy’s rooms in slow-motion to keep the elf’s big ears from hearing the creak of floorboards. Angrboda had been the last guardian at the gate—sprawled on a windowsill, staring out into the moon-soaked wilderness and flicking her tail. Rán waited until the feline’s attention was caught by some small, unfortunate critter that made her spring up and dart off into the darkness. The coast was clear, and Rán pushed open the door.

The first breath of cold winter air was refreshing; it made the heat of the wood stove inside feel oppressive. As she crept across the lawn toward the barn, her little fingers began to grow stiff and ache, and she quickly forgot that feeling, but she didn’t turn tail and race back to the safety of the fire’s glow. 

It was cold, and she wanted to check on Scuffle.

Frost caked under her nails as she clumsily fought with the swollen wood that latched the barn closed. She grunted, hit it, and shoved all her weight against upward until it popped free and the door swung open just wide enough to squeak through. In the evenings, the barn was pitch black, but she knew where a lantern was. Sticking her foot out in front of her and tapping blindly as she shuffled along, she felt her way to a straw bale. The grasses crackled in protest and prickled her feet as she climbed up on top of it, then used the extra height to clamber up onto the door of a stall so she could reach the post beside it. Blindly, she waved her hand in the air once, twice, and finally tapped against metal the third time. She snatched the lantern from the hook and hopped down.

Icy pain shot up her legs as she landed barefoot on the stone floor of the barn, and she yelped, but she didn’t cry. Malfoys didn’t cry. Nor did she drop her precious lantern. The little girl took a deep breath, shook one foot, then the other, hopped up and down twice, and then knelt down to go about lighting her lantern. 

She fished the matches from her pocket and pushed on the little lever to raise the globe. The smell of sulfur tickled her nose as her aching fingers struggled to strike the match. It took three tries before it hissed to life. Carefully, she stuck it to the wick and watched it catch. A little halo of light illuminated the world around her, and Rán squealed with delight. She flicked the lever again, stood up, and ran down the aisle to Scuffle’s stall.

The pony was laying in a thick bed of pine shavings. His head shot up when light poured over the door and roused him from slumber. The flakes of wood that made up his bed clung to his wild hair. She giggled, and he whickered softly at the sound of her voice. 

“You ok buddy?” The barn kept out the wind, and his fur was thick, but she still worried he was cold. She pushed open his gate and looked into his water bucket. The icy water snapped at her fingers as she plucked some stray shavings out of it. He had plenty and it was clean. His feeder was still fat with hay too. Mum had made sure he was taken care of, just like she promised. 

He didn’t get up. The fat little pony watched her intently, but couldn’t be bothered to stand. He didn’t stir when she got close or spring to his feet in alarm when she crawled on top of him and warmed herself in his fluff. She laid on his back, feet buried in the pine shavings, fingers tangled in his heavy mane, and face pressed against the fur of his neck, until the stiffness faded from her arms and legs. If her mum wouldn’t have died of a heart attack, she might have stayed like that and fallen asleep.

Reluctantly, she gave him a little kiss on his forelock and left him to his beauty rest. She picked up her abandoned lantern and headed back toward the door only to stop abruptly. Something wasn't right at all. Where the door had been open just enough for her to squeeze her way through seconds before, now it was wide open. Not how she'd left it at all. And the wind was still as the frozen pond outside.

“Hello?” She called, thrusting the lantern out in front of her. Out of the darkness cast by the shadow of the barn door, came a huge, hulking figure. The thing moved and she heard the clatter of hooves. The fire in her lantern sputtered and struggled, then died altogether. There was no light left other than the weak splinters of the stars reaching through the open door at the end of the aisle, and it was being blocked by the thing that was still twisting and taking form.

It snorted a cloud of mist into the frigid air and she screamed. Without thinking, she threw the lantern as hard as she could. It sailed through the air a meager foot or two, then fell to the floor and shattered. She back peddled further into the darkness of the stable. The entity opened its eyes and they glowed a sickening red in the abyss. 

“MUUUUM!” She screeched. The thing was getting closer and closer. Horns protruded from its head---or was that its body---barely visible in the light cast by its own eyes. Too many eyes. At least ten of them, but she was crying too hard to see. Scuffle was pacing his stall behind her, whinnying in fear as it steadily crept closer. It filled up every inch of the space. It stood from ceiling to floor. It was all that existed anymore. Rán screamed, turning her back to the thing and running as hard as she could down the hall of the stables. Tears wet her face, and her whole body shivered. There was a back door to the barn. If she could just make it there.

The hall was free of clutter, thankfully, allowing her to run without falling, but she couldn’t see where she was or how close she was to the back wall. When she turned her head, all she could see was the blood red of eyes. The hoofbeats on the stone were still unhurried, but there were too many of them, like she was being followed by a whole herd of horses, and the thing was gaining on her with impossible speed. She could feel hot breath on her neck.

“NO! No no no NO!” Rán smacked the darkness at her back, but didn’t touch anything of flesh or blood. “Mum! MUM! NO!”

There was a sudden grunt from in front of her, and she slammed into an enormous, furry body. She fell down wailing and screaming, kicking and thrashing with her hands. She wanted her mum. She wanted her dad. Her daddy had never let anything hurt her. Everything had been safe when he was here. Now he was gone and the—the THING was going to eat her. 

Through eyes blurred with tears, she looked up at the thing. But this thing only had two eyes, and neither of them were looking at her. Deep and guttural, the reaver bellowed. It sounded a bit like a horse and a bit like a dragon, and very very angry.

“Sugar!” Rán squealed, frozen in terror. 

There was a thunder of hooves as the reaver barreled forward, and then a shriek of pain that sounded like nothing she’d ever heard before. Hoof scratched on stone, flesh thumped against wood and it groaned as it splintered. The thing hissed, then screamed once more, and it was flying backward at breakneck speed. One by one its eyes were fading to blackness. And though she’d never heard it before, she somehow knew that the sickening, fleshy crack was one of bone. Spindly, shadowy legs flailed in the moonlight, but the blackness would flash before her and a heartbeat later, they laid twitching and detached from the thing they came from.

One final scream, but this time, there was something hauntingly human in it.

Light flooded the barn as every single lantern sprang to life. It was so sudden that spots invaded her vision and she had to squint and rub at her eyes until she could see again.

“Rán! RÁN!” Her mother shouted, and then she was scooped up into a suffocating hug. 

She sobbed. Harder than she’d ever cried in her whole life, clinging to her mother’s curls for all she was worth. Her mum petted her hair and rocked her, talking too fast for Rán to properly make out what she was saying. When she did pull away, hiccuping and blinking rapidly, she could see past her mother’s pale, panic-stricken face to the doorway of the barn. 

Red eyes were watching her.

Sugar was standing completely still and totally relaxed. His eyes half closed and his back leg cocked without a worry in the world. Something dark was drizzling off the tip of his muzzle. There was no carnage spread on the ground beneath him. The only evidence of the battle that had just taken place were splintered stall doors and viscous smears of black on the floor. As her mum stood to carry her back to the safety of the house, and they got closer to the reaver, she could see a shimmering sheen on his body. Up close she realized that he was wet---covered in the same thing spread across the floor.

It would be years before she understood what happened that night. The only thing her five year old mind knew for certain in that moment was that there was more going on in the dark than she’d ever imagined.

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maggicktouched​:

Canon and OC Multimuse by Mary – Welcome – Rules – Some pages still heavily under construction.

OCs: Beck . Harper .  Midori . Frankie . Verena . Lihua 

Canons: Loki . Jessica Jones . Anya . Luna

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So I’m out hunting commissions again, both on my new blog and this one because there are more people over here. 

I’m looking for someone that’s good at doing digital art of buildings/spaces. It can be sketch work, full color, whatever at the moment. I just want someone who might be able to bring Harper’s office/lab spaces to life. If anyone on here might be interested or they know someone who might be interested, please lmk.

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maggicktouched​:

Canon and OC Multimuse by Mary – Welcome – Rules – Some pages still heavily under construction.

OCs: Beck . Harper .  Midori . Frankie . Verena . Lihua 

Canons: Loki . Jessica Jones . Anya . Luna

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Well folks…

I’m both sad and happy to make this announcement. It seems silly to be sad, because it’s just a blog, but I’ve written Beck here for years and it feels strange to be moving on to a new place, and I know that by making this decision, there are people on here who I will lose contact with.

But I am officially moving blogs. No more replies will be made from this blog. However it will not be deleted, and I still have some ooc conversations/plotting that I’ll carry on over here until everyone gets the memo.

Beck and Harper will both be moving to a new multi-muse where I’ll be keeping all of my characters. I know some people don’t like massive multis and won’t follow them, and it kind of bums me out to lose those people, but I have spent over three years on and off trying to revive my dragon blog, to no avail because running two blogs is just too stressful for me. Not to mention the canon muses from different fandoms I’ve wanted to try and never did because setting up a blog was too daunting. This multi will hopefully reduce my stress. It’s a chance to make a new tag system and stick to it, it’s a chance to hopefully get to write some characters I seriously miss, and it’s a chance to bring back or try out canons I love.

With any luck this will be a gradual change over the next week. I’m still working on theme stuff, I’ve commissioned some things, and getting my pages up is still an active undertaking. But I am officially starting that change now.

My new blog is maggicktouched, and I would love if you followed me there and we kept our threads/communication. Hopefully all my muses will live on over there for a long time.

[wxldchxld]

Well folks…

I’m both sad and happy to make this announcement. It seems silly to be sad, because it’s just a blog, but I’ve written Beck here for years and it feels strange to be moving on to a new place, and I know that by making this decision, there are people on here who I will lose contact with.

But I am officially moving blogs. No more replies will be made from this blog. However it will not be deleted, and I still have some ooc conversations/plotting that I’ll carry on over here until everyone gets the memo.

Beck and Harper will both be moving to a new multi-muse where I’ll be keeping all of my characters. I know some people don’t like massive multis and won’t follow them, and it kind of bums me out to lose those people, but I have spent over three years on and off trying to revive my dragon blog, to no avail because running two blogs is just too stressful for me. Not to mention the canon muses from different fandoms I’ve wanted to try and never did because setting up a blog was too daunting. This multi will hopefully reduce my stress. It’s a chance to make a new tag system and stick to it, it’s a chance to hopefully get to write some characters I seriously miss, and it’s a chance to bring back or try out canons I love.

With any luck this will be a gradual change over the next week. I’m still working on theme stuff, I’ve commissioned some things, and getting my pages up is still an active undertaking. But I am officially starting that change now.

My new blog is maggicktouched, and I would love if you followed me there and we kept our threads/communication. Hopefully all my muses will live on over there for a long time.

[wxldchxld]

Well folks…

I’m both sad and happy to make this announcement. It seems silly to be sad, because it’s just a blog, but I’ve written Beck here for years and it feels strange to be moving on to a new place, and I know that by making this decision, there are people on here who I will lose contact with.

But I am officially moving blogs. No more replies will be made from this blog. However it will not be deleted, and I still have some ooc conversations/plotting that I’ll carry on over here until everyone gets the memo.

Beck and Harper will both be moving to a new multi-muse where I’ll be keeping all of my characters. I know some people don’t like massive multis and won’t follow them, and it kind of bums me out to lose those people, but I have spent over three years on and off trying to revive my dragon blog, to no avail because running two blogs is just too stressful for me. Not to mention the canon muses from different fandoms I’ve wanted to try and never did because setting up a blog was too daunting. This multi will hopefully reduce my stress. It’s a chance to make a new tag system and stick to it, it’s a chance to hopefully get to write some characters I seriously miss, and it’s a chance to bring back or try out canons I love.

With any luck this will be a gradual change over the next week. I’m still working on theme stuff, I’ve commissioned some things, and getting my pages up is still an active undertaking. But I am officially starting that change now.

My new blog is maggicktouched, and I would love if you followed me there and we kept our threads/communication. Hopefully all my muses will live on over there for a long time.

[wxldchxld]

Well folks…

I’m both sad and happy to make this announcement. It seems silly to be sad, because it’s just a blog, but I’ve written Beck here for years and it feels strange to be moving on to a new place, and I know that by making this decision, there are people on here who I will lose contact with.

But I am officially moving blogs. No more replies will be made from this blog. However it will not be deleted, and I still have some ooc conversations/plotting that I’ll carry on over here until everyone gets the memo.

Beck and Harper will both be moving to a new multi-muse where I’ll be keeping all of my characters. I know some people don’t like massive multis and won’t follow them, and it kind of bums me out to lose those people, but I have spent over three years on and off trying to revive my dragon blog, to no avail because running two blogs is just too stressful for me. Not to mention the canon muses from different fandoms I’ve wanted to try and never did because setting up a blog was too daunting. This multi will hopefully reduce my stress. It’s a chance to make a new tag system and stick to it, it’s a chance to hopefully get to write some characters I seriously miss, and it’s a chance to bring back or try out canons I love.

With any luck this will be a gradual change over the next week. I’m still working on theme stuff, I’ve commissioned some things, and getting my pages up is still an active undertaking. But I am officially starting that change now.

My new blog is maggicktouched, and I would love if you followed me there and we kept our threads/communication. Hopefully all my muses will live on over there for a long time.

[wxldchxld]

Well folks…

I’m both sad and happy to make this announcement. It seems silly to be sad, because it’s just a blog, but I’ve written Beck here for years and it feels strange to be moving on to a new place, and I know that by making this decision, there are people on here who I will lose contact with.

But I am officially moving blogs. No more replies will be made from this blog. However it will not be deleted, and I still have some ooc conversations/plotting that I’ll carry on over here until everyone gets the memo.

Beck and Harper will both be moving to a new multi-muse where I’ll be keeping all of my characters. I know some people don’t like massive multis and won’t follow them, and it kind of bums me out to lose those people, but I have spent over three years on and off trying to revive my dragon blog, to no avail because running two blogs is just too stressful for me. Not to mention the canon muses from different fandoms I’ve wanted to try and never did because setting up a blog was too daunting. This multi will hopefully reduce my stress. It’s a chance to make a new tag system and stick to it, it’s a chance to hopefully get to write some characters I seriously miss, and it’s a chance to bring back or try out canons I love.

With any luck this will be a gradual change over the next week. I’m still working on theme stuff, I’ve commissioned some things, and getting my pages up is still an active undertaking. But I am officially starting that change now.

My new blog is maggicktouched, and I would love if you followed me there and we kept our threads/communication. Hopefully all my muses will live on over there for a long time.

[wxldchxld]

Well folks…

I’m both sad and happy to make this announcement. It seems silly to be sad, because it’s just a blog, but I’ve written Beck here for years and it feels strange to be moving on to a new place, and I know that by making this decision, there are people on here who I will lose contact with.

But I am officially moving blogs. No more replies will be made from this blog. However it will not be deleted, and I still have some ooc conversations/plotting that I’ll carry on over here until everyone gets the memo.

Beck and Harper will both be moving to a new multi-muse where I’ll be keeping all of my characters. I know some people don’t like massive multis and won’t follow them, and it kind of bums me out to lose those people, but I have spent over three years on and off trying to revive my dragon blog, to no avail because running two blogs is just too stressful for me. Not to mention the canon muses from different fandoms I’ve wanted to try and never did because setting up a blog was too daunting. This multi will hopefully reduce my stress. It’s a chance to make a new tag system and stick to it, it’s a chance to hopefully get to write some characters I seriously miss, and it’s a chance to bring back or try out canons I love.

With any luck this will be a gradual change over the next week. I’m still working on theme stuff, I’ve commissioned some things, and getting my pages up is still an active undertaking. But I am officially starting that change now.

My new blog is maggicktouched, and I would love if you followed me there and we kept our threads/communication. Hopefully all my muses will live on over there for a long time.

[wxldchxld]

Well folks...

I’m both sad and happy to make this announcement. It seems silly to be sad, because it’s just a blog, but I’ve written Beck here for years and it feels strange to be moving on to a new place, and I know that by making this decision, there are people on here who I will lose contact with.

But I am officially moving blogs. No more replies will be made from this blog. However it will not be deleted, and I still have some ooc conversations/plotting that I’ll carry on over here until everyone gets the memo.

Beck and Harper will both be moving to a new multi-muse where I’ll be keeping all of my characters. I know some people don’t like massive multis and won’t follow them, and it kind of bums me out to lose those people, but I have spent over three years on and off trying to revive my dragon blog, to no avail because running two blogs is just too stressful for me. Not to mention the canon muses from different fandoms I’ve wanted to try and never did because setting up a blog was too daunting. This multi will hopefully reduce my stress. It’s a chance to make a new tag system and stick to it, it’s a chance to hopefully get to write some characters I seriously miss, and it’s a chance to bring back or try out canons I love.

With any luck this will be a gradual change over the next week. I’m still working on theme stuff, I’ve commissioned some things, and getting my pages up is still an active undertaking. But I am officially starting that change now.

My new blog is maggicktouched, and I would love if you followed me there and we kept our threads/communication. Hopefully all my muses will live on over there for a long time.

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I wasn’t going to post this on my blog but I’m still giggling at this so here is a snippet at the tail end of an absolutely wild exchange between Beck and Harper:

Harper: Ok let me put it another way. There are two wolves inside you. One is black and angry and greedy and the other is happy and friendly.

Beck: I can only shift into a grey wolf.

Harper: the colors don't matter. The point is, the wolves are fighting and which one is going to win?

Beck: I will not tolerate any fighting inside of me.

Harper: wha--no. No the answer is the one you feed.

Beck: I don't feed wildlife. It disrupts their natural pattern of living 

Harper: Jesus fuck this was supposed to be a joke but now you're going to get it if it's the last thing I do. Ok, forget the wolves, let's say it's cats. You have two cats fighting inside you a black cat who is angry and a white cat who is happy. Which one is gonna win? 

Beck: Angrboda 

Harper:... what 

Beck: Angrboda is a large, angry black cat who is a surprisingly strong fighter and I can't think of any other cat that could- 

Harper: The one you FEED! 

 Beck: why wouldn't I feed both of my cats? That's a horrible thing to do! How could you accuse me of animal abuse?! 

Harper: How is it I was trying to mess with you and I'm the one with the headache? 

Beck: I take animal welfare very seriously

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If anyone else watched first kill and knows any more than me can you maybe tell me wtf is with vampire aging in this lore and how it works.

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SEND ME ♡ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

feel free to elaborate as much as possible !

Who is the most affectionate?

Who initiates the handholding?

Who worries more for the other?

Who is more likely to ask for help?

Who is the one always losing the keys?

Who leaves little love notes for the other?

Who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

Who is more likely to propose to the other?

Who introduced the other to their family first?

Who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

Who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

Who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

Who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

Who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

Who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

[soulrph]

’ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 ’ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.

so i was looking at THIS MEME and THIS MEME and like. there’s something that i just love so much about these?? so essentially, the sender might send in smth like. “five times cried”. and the receiver can respond with a drabble about five times the receiver’s muse cried because of the sender’s muse! if you’re confused, that’s my fault, and that’s also why i have links to two of the memes that inspired this. i hope you all enjoy! as always, do NOT add more to these, i WILL be making a part 2!

five times kissed:     ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )

five times hugged:     ( five times the receiver hugged the sender )

five times called:      ( five times the receiver called the sender’s phone )

five times texted:      ( five times the receiver texted the sender )

five times cried:      ( five times the receiver cried over the sender )

five times smiled:      ( five times the sender made the receiver smile )

five times touched:      ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) )

five times saved:     ( five times the sender’s life was saved by the receiver )

five times saved by:      ( five times the receiver was saved by the sender. )

five times protected:     ( five times the receiver was protected by the sender )

five times protective:      ( five times the receiver was protective of the sender )

five times thanked:      ( five times the receiver thanked, or felt gratitude towards, the sender )

five times comforted:      ( five times the receiver comforted the sender )

five times angered:      ( five times the sender made the receiver angry )

five times betrayed:      ( five times the receiver was, or felt, betrayed by the sender )

five times saddened:      ( five times the receiver felt sad for or because of the sender )

five times worried:      ( five times the receiver worried about the sender )

five times relieved:      ( five times the receiver felt relieved about the sender )

five times safe:      ( five times the receiver felt safe because of the sender )

five times happy:     ( five times the sender made the receiver happy. )

five times afraid:     ( five times the sender made the receiver feel afraid )

five times hurt:      ( five times the sender hurt the receiver or made them feel hurt. )

five times visited:      ( five times the sender and receiver visited each other )

five times left:      ( five times the sender and receiver parted ways )

five times reunited:      ( five times the sender and receiver reunited after being apart for a considerable length of time. )

five times stayed:      ( five times the receiver stayed with the sender )

five times glanced:     ( five times the receiver stole glances at the sender )

five times glanced at:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender stealing glances at them )

five times healed:      ( five times the receiver nursed the sender back to health, or tended to their wounds )

five times watched:      ( five times the receiver watched the sender while they were working or doing something )

five times shared:      ( five times the receiver shared something (either a material or feelings or secrets!) with the sender )

five times flirted:      ( five times the receiver flirted with the sender )

five times blurted:      ( five times the receiver impulsively blurted something out to the sender )

five times confessed:     ( five times the receiver confessed a secret or feeling to the sender )

five times noticed:      ( five times the receiver noticed the sender properly )

[wxldchxld]

Did I WANT to try and get caught up on drafts, progress in Ark, and finish some drabbles today? Yes. Did I instead not do that and spent eight full hours of my life binging First Kill? Yes. 

Anyway, I’m gonna try to do some stuff rn. So... yeah. I’m really not sure at all where I am on my drafts because I feel like there’s such a large gap between current/newer drafts, and old stuff that got buried because the end of the school year was nuts and I went right from that into doing summer school. But I really wanna get it all sorted out and organized so that when I start working summer camp I don’t get lost again. Bc camp shouldn’t be hard, it should be a fun job. 

So if you know you have been waiting on something for me, you don’t have to even know exactly what thread, just let me know. I’ll do some digging. And if you’re like me and you can’t remember for shit either, hopefully I’ll stumble across all the shit I owe while I’m digging.