#&loriss / yarrow.

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Closed Starter: Going to Be Okay (James/Ciri/Bonuses)

He's through the woods as fast as his legs can carrying him, clearing obstacles including a small flame, coughing but not stopping, never stopping.

He has to find her.

There is no other option.

James coughs as he bursts through the treeline, seeing her, not even seeing the others, running straight up--

Hitting a barrier and backing off slightly, his hand coming to his head, shaking himself off quickly and recovering. "CIRI!"

Cora looks up, alarmed. What the--? She looks to her brothers. Cal looks surprised and a bit confused.

Meredith has her head down, arms curled over her head. She'd stopped crying a long while ago. She didn't have any tears left. She doesn't look up at the cry. She didn't have any hope left, either.

Brandon Breyer glances to his sister and her counterpart, raising an eyebrow. Was that... his uncle, at a younger age?

Maruca's eyes widen and she looks to Atlas. They'd finally made it out here, for all the good it had been. Wylie looks up, lighting up with hope. It had to be, didn't it?

@storystartsanew

#i try i try to be a good kid || james #a fantasy of who you think i'll be || cora #i'm a natural disaster || meredith #seriously i've got this || maruca #i'm definitely in for whatever comes next || wylie #have to have it my way 24 hours a day 'cuz i'm hot like that || caladium #dance with me through the night || ash #trek au || brandon #askstorykidshqevent #event: apocalypse #askstorykidshqapocalypse #&ciri. #&trek!hope. #&atlas. #&loriss / yarrow. #thread: going to be okay

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Tag Dump 2

#i am a collapsing star with tunnel vision: lenox thivin (voyagers) #the only thing that's ever stopping me is me: sawyer thivin (voyagers) #we were just an only child of the universe: the voyagers system #i can admit i'm just too soft for all of it: giselle de lioncourt (voyagers) #maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame: abigail utonium #i feel a responsibility to do what's upstanding and right: dahj wakeman #i'm on my guard for the rest of the world: erin rourke #i could be the one that you dream of: grant mackenzie #i hold onto this pride because these days it's all i have: paranoia #i am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom: pity #i should not be left to my own devices: art (voyagers) #it's delicate but i will do my best to seem bulletproof: harper wincott (voyagers) #may the bridges i have burned light my way back home: loriss devineaux/yarrow waltz #had my doubts but i let them out: matthias thornwood #you can kill me or let god sort 'em out: violet lincoln #i'm bad behavior but i do it in the best way: xylia strong #you can get what you want but it's never enough: zarya strong #usually i'm very kind to others; but i won't think twice if you step to me or mine: adrien denouement #running middle fingers through the red lights: winnifred pie #in between being young and being right: hope mikaelson #happy free confused and lonely at the same time: mariana madrigal #the kids are all wrong the story's all off: oakley ericsson #you might think i'm bulletproof but i'm not: stiles dinkley #we live hard but we love to laugh: basil bomba #i am creation both haunted and holy: elly sanderson #tell me what it feels like to get kissed by the sun: francis pevensie #i walk around town with my finger guns out they run: lucy hale #i watch all my bridges burn to the ground: lewis taylor #every night the stars come out to play: thaïs kokkinos #i started running but there's nowhere to run to: jes simpson

[storystartsanew]

"Well, I did this whole thing where I died."

#please forgive me i can't remember: yarrow waltz #the instinctual need to survive: loriss devineaux #thread: did this whole thing #open starter

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"Yarrow's back, but he doesn't remember who he is or who any of us are. He's going by Loriss, and I think he's an engineering major." Hemlock bounces on the balls of her feet with an apologetic smile. - (@storystartsanew )

Maddy stared at Hemlock and blinked. "You do realize I'm extremely emotionally unstable and you're telling me that your brother, someone who abandoned our stupid little murder group, who abandoned me is alive and well. Plus they're here?" She questioned the girl. She was able to walk although she was still pretty battered up.

#mad maddy #a little crazy could do everyone some good || maddy #Maddy & Hemlock

[askstorykids-hq]

Welcome to Addersfield, home of Illedale University. Let’s see what information we have about you for the town hall’s records, shall we?

Name: Jolene Ritchi

Parent(s): Roxanne Ritchi Film/Show: Megamind Face: Jessica Alexander Major (if student): Engineering Occupation: Reporter

Name: Loriss Devineaux (Yarrow Waltz)

Parent(s): Chase Devineaux - adoptive (Mandrake - bio) Film/Show: Carmen Sandiego (Epic) Face: Robbie Kay Major (if student): Engineering Minor: Protective Services Operations Occupation: Mechanic, unnamed auto repair shop

El and Furby, you have 24 hours to send in your blog URL/post in-character on your multimuse. The follow notice for a new blog will be posted as soon as possible. Thank you for your application and welcome to the group!

#DESCENDANTS RP #disney descendants rp #descendants roleplay #disney rp #disney descendants roleplay #askstorykidshq #askstorykidshq acceptances

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Yarrow sighs. He's not ready for this conversation in the slightest, but if Cora's starting to remember Aneela, then they need to talk about it sooner rather than later. "Okay, tell me what you remember, and we'll go from there." - ( @storystartsanew )

"Not much past the name." Cora shrugs, frowning a bit and thinking. "I mean, I remember arguing a lot? And like I said, just the name really fills me with rage."

She looks at him, cocking her head. "What happened?"

#a fantasy of who you think i'll be || cora #dance with me through the night || ash #&loriss / yarrow. #thread: remember

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❝...❞ - Yarrow/Cal ( @storystartsanew )

"Keeping secrets seems to go so well. Let's just hide the fact that I'm an entire werewolf. No one will notice." Cal accentuates it with a fake growl, smirking lightly. "What, no, I never accidentally rotted anything, neat right?"

@storystartsanew

#have to have it my way 24 hours a day 'cuz i'm hot like that || caladium #thread: entire werewolf #&loriss / yarrow.

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When Yarrow finds Bex, he is splattered with green dye and still trying to scrub it uselessly off his face. "Please tell me they haven't somehow gotten to you, too." - ( @storystartsanew )

Rebecca gasps, stepping up, her eyes wide. "Oh, my goodness. Let me see, come here..."

She reaches up to him, wiping as if trying to help scrub off his face. "God, I really should've said something sooner, I would have if I could have, but..."

And swiping her hands down his face one last time, she holds them up so he can see the inside... which are covered in a blue dye. "...it would've ruined the fun. Gotcha." She grins, eyes sparkling with mischief.

#perfect isn't perfect for me || rebecca #&loriss / yarrow. #thread: gotcha #i wish i had a picture of that sparkle in your eyes || enchanted moon

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Yarrow knocks on the door of Cal's room and leans up against the doorway. "Prefacing this with no one else is dead, but we need to talk." - ( @storystartsanew )

"Great way to start a conversation. Hi, how are you? I was pretty decent, all things considered, till you said that. What's going on?"

Cal's trying to stay calm and keep everything together. It's not going well. He's pretty sure he's on the verge of a mild mental breakdown at this point.

#have to have it my way 24 hours a day 'cuz i'm hot like that || caladium #&loriss / yarrow. #thread: mild mental breakdown

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Closed Starter: Out of the Frying Pan

Ash sniffles and sobs as she pushes through the crowd and gets outside, dropping into a bench outside the venue and sobbing into her hands. She’ll wait it out to make sure no one had followed after her, then she’ll head home. She hates what this means now, but it’s a necessary evil. Now she just needs to keep it convincing if someone did decide to chase after her.

She keeps her face buried as she hears the door open, shaking hard.

@storystartsanew​

#askstorykidshqevent #askstorykidsnyeball #dance with me through the night || ash #ash / closed #&loriss / yarrow. #thread: out of the frying pan #event: nye ball 2022

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Yarrow rings the doorbell and waits patiently for one of them to answer. He can hear them both moving around inside, and he schools his face to not look so excited when he hears Rebecca come to the door. - ( @storystartsanew )

Rebecca looks up when the doorbell rings, smiling and kissing Spencer's cheek before getting up and going to answer, lighting up when she sees the other as she answers the door. "Hey! It's great to see you. We were kinda skipping around to random fluff episodes and just started Take Me Out to the Holosuite, so, perfect timing."

#perfect isn't perfect for me || rebecca #&loriss / yarrow. #&spencer. #thread: perfect timing #i wish i had a picture of that sparkle in your eyes || enchanted moon #baby forever's sounding pretty good with you || enchanted mind

[storystartsanew]

"Monsters aren't born. They're created."

#please forgive me i can't remember: yarrow waltz #the instinctual need to survive: loriss devineaux #open starter #thread: monsters aren't born

[storystartsanew]

Double Para: You’re Bleeding

TW: Mentions of Abuse, Blood

It’s early afternoon by the time Hemlock makes it home. She sneaks in the back door, hoping to avoid anyone who might be awake yet after staying up all night for New Year’s. Tears stream down her face as she closes the door as quietly as possible. 

“That’s quite the costume change.” The voice startles her more than it should. She whips around to see Yarrow sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking coffee, comfortable and relaxed, like he lives here. It’s a sight for sore eyes.

A soft smile makes its way onto her face despite everything. She tugs on the sleeves of her sweatshirt to cover her hands before crossing her arms. “It was cold. Decided to change.” 

It’s not a lie. It is cold outside, and she did decide to change. She just decided for other reasons as well.

Yarrow frowns at her, his eyebrows furrowing like he’s trying to figure out what to say to her. “You’re bleeding.” He finally decides on, setting his coffee mug down on the counter softly.

Hemlock doesn’t ask how he knows, she has her own theories. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

He shakes his head and stands, ready to stop her if she decides to bolt. For someone without a memory, he sure knows her well. “I’m not asking you to. But you should let me look at it, at least.” 

She knows it’s a useless battle. “First aid kit’s under the sink.”

He grabs it as she sits down with a wince. Her whole body aches. It was the price of making sure everything went smoothly last night, and she’d expected to pay it. Aneela had been livid, especially after Keefe… She shakes the thought away, wiping tears off her face before slowly pulling the hoodie over her head. A hiss of pain comes with it as she tries to move. Her torso and arms are littered with bruises. Several cuts range along her sides, already bandaged and bleeding through. 

“Jesus, Hem.” Yarrow looks her over, shock evident in his eyes. 

“It’s not th-”

“If you finish that statement with ‘that bad’, you’re only fooling yourself.” 

“I pissed her off more than normal tonight. But it worked. She thinks Ash is out for good, at least for the time being. I just need to keep playing sad and dejected, and eventually she’ll get tired of me too.” Hemlock knows if he’s still here that means Ash already told him. Why else would he be keeping watch? 

He gets to work, pulling out fresh bandages and tape before gingerly peeling the first one off of her. “I have to hand it to her, she knows what she’s doing at least.” 

Hemlock can’t help but chuckle, wincing at the pain afterwards. The cuts are small, aimed to cause pain and discomfort without major tearing of the muscle. She’ll hurt like hell, but as long as she doesn’t move too much for the next day or so, she won’t bleed to death. “You don’t have to do this, you know? I’m more than capable of patching myself up.” 

He doesn’t look at her, just keeps cleaning and rebandaging her wounds. “You shouldn’t be. You realize how fucked up this is, don’t you?” 

Hemlock winces. She knows it’s not the best situation, but it’s no worse than what other people went through on the Isle. They did what they had to in order to survive, and she’s just living with the consequences. “Yarrow-”

“Loriss. And don’t pull that with me. I’m not Cal. I’m not going to back down just because I’m afraid of losing you.” His eyes flash yellow when he looks up at her. Damn. She owes Cal twenty bucks. 

She can’t meet his eyes for very long, focusing on playing with her hands instead. “I’m getting out, okay? I know it’s not good. Just remember you’re missing sixteen years worth of context before you judge me.” 

“I’m not judging you. I’m worried about you.” They sit in silence while he finishes up. He gives her a once over after he’s finished. “Tylenol, not aspirin, and drink water. Do you need help getting to your room?” 

She slowly puts the sweatshirt back on, tears springing back to her eyes. “No, I got it.” The stairs are daunting, but she’ll make it. She’s made it farther in worse conditions. He looks ready to scoop her up and take her anyways, but she glares at him. She’s got this. Yarrow backs down, moving to clean up the old bandages and blood instead.

One step at a time. She can make it. It hurts like hell, even more so now that they’ve been messed with and aggravated, but she can do this. After what feels like an eternity, she makes it up the stairs and into her room. Tylenol and water are already waiting by her bed, courtesy of herself from yesterday afternoon. Always plan ahead. She all but collapses into bed, absolutely fucking exhausted. Happy New Year’s to her. May this be the last time she has to deal with this shit. 

#tw: blood #tw: abuse #tw: mentions of abuse #bite me and find out: hemlock waltz #the instinctual need to survive: loriss devineaux