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Today’s disabled character of the day is Elsie Peters from Father Brown, who has brain trauma, limited mobility, epilepsy, uses a mobility aid, and has an unspecified trauma disorder
Requested by Anon
[Image Description: Photo of Robyn Addison playing Elsie. She has long blond hair and blue eyes. She is wearing a tan long sleeved jacket, blue undershirt, tan skirt, and a pin on the left on her coat. She has a brown wooden cane in her left hand and is sitting on a wooden bench.]
#brain trauma character#limited mobility character#epileptic character#unspecified character#Father Brown#Father Brown elsie#Elsie Peters#disabled character of the day
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𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟐: 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 | 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒓
Eris' coronation for @erisweek2023🧡
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He draws in a deep inhale. Then another. His hands brush down his dark green tunic, smoothing out the wrinkles. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation and tension as the inhabitants of the Autumn Court gather to witness the incredible event that is about to take place in the Autumn Court.
The air is thick with tension, as Eris takes one step forward. His hands tremble and so he shoves them into the pockets of his pants, his gaze trained on the opposite wall. His posture is rigid, every muscle in his body tense, on alert.
Everyone's attention is one him, solely on him. The soon-to-be High Lord of the Autumn Court stands tall and confident, but deep inside his chest his heart is racing like a wild stallion.
Eris knows that what lies before him is not easy, but he is ready to embrace the responsibility that awaits him, he is ready to take over the responsibility, to change the whole court.
In front of him, a priestess steps forward, her presence finally taking some of the attention away from him.
She is dressed in flowing robes, her long brown hair flowing behind her back. In her hands, she holds a crown adorned with leaves and diamonds. It was his father's crown for centuries…now it will be his. It feels like the room holds its breath, time standing still for a split second.
The priestess raises the crown, and the room falls into silence. The High Lord-to-be bows his head, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest. It feels like time stands still, the hair raising on everybody's skin. There is no thought in Eris' mind, there is just tension, anticipation, fear, hope. Only emotions, but no thought.
The priestess gently places the crown upon his head, and the whole room holds its breath.
"I bestow upon you the title of High Lord of the Autumn Court," the priestess' voice sounds through the room.
A mix of relief and awe ripples through the crowd when Eris lifts his head, the crown atop it. Applause and murmurs of approval fill the air. Cheers erupt and then priestess says, "Long live the High Lord of the Autumn Court!"
The crowd repeats it and a wide smile spreads over Eris' face, the nervousness and tension slowly fading from his body as power seeps into every fibre of his body, and fills him completely. He is the new Hight Lord, strong and powerful. And most importantly, ready. He is ready for this position, ready to become the greatest High Lord this court as every seen. He is ready to change things for the better.
The High Lord stands with his head held high, the crown glistening in the soft light of the sconces and fairy-lights.
"I am humbled by the trust you place in me. I pledge to serve the Autumn Court with dedication and honour, and to make it the best place in Prythian for all of you."
The room is once again filled with cheers and applause.
The weight of the responsibilities ahead weigh upon his shoulders, but for a few minutes Eris allows himself to enjoy these moments of just having been crowned and having a court around him that supports him.
With a smile on his face, he claims the throne to his right, the sceptre the priestess passes him held tightly in his hand.
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erisweek tag list: @brekkershadowsinger @honeysuckle-daydreams13 @liftyourhipsformelovex @elsie-bells@the-sweet-psycho
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Thanks for the tag @mk-writes-stuff!
OC Interview
Let's get funky, let's answer for Azhur! (For context, Azhur is Twenari’s father. He's been... alone for a very long time.)
Are you named after anyone?
"No, no, no one else. There's only one me, fortunately. Unless you're counting my family name. Then there's a lot of us. A whole pack of Devarises. Did you know the scientific term for a group of sorcerers is a conference? A conference of Devarises. Gods, I hated those."
When was the last time you cried?
"I couldn't say. Wasting moisture is a travesty in my hell, for rain is rare. Sometimes, when I do give in, I pretend I'm visiting the sea."
Do you have kids?
"Two, though one is gone, taken, dead. I haven't been around Twenari for long, but I see much potential in her. Dreams swim behind her eyes, as much as hands rein in reality. I cannot know her, yet I would like to learn to love her one day. As for Akani.... The soul is a funny thing, made of magic and miracle. It presents on a scale of Tamm units, visible through a sorcerer’s arcane awareness, which draws upon the Veil at a rate, a rage, a relay of 8.5×10^5 ODR volts per second, equivalent to 1 standard Blösten unit, from which can be derived both magi-potential and spell friction by way of the Klaston-Daphon equation and-"
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
"Huh? Do I? I think I do. I make myself laugh all the time!"
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
"How loudly he shouts around them."
What’s your eye colour?
"A pale brown, lighter than my skin. Very distinctive."
Scary movies or happy endings?
"Uh, happy? Happy is good. Fear is evil."
Any special talents?
"My magic, obviously, but saying a Devaris is talented at magic is like saying a fish is talented at swimming. I've gotten quite good at survival here in my hell too. But my best talent, I think.... Ah fuck, I forgot already. Damm, anyways, my second best talent is making soup."
Where were you born?
"The Devaris island, which hovers approximately 200 meters above the city of Unity."
Do you have any pets?
"If I had, I'd have eaten the poor thing already. Spiders and tree sap get quite tiresome after a while."
What sort of sports do you play?
"I'm a dab hand at solitaire, though I think if I play one more round, I'll smash my head into a rock. I did track when I was young, I suppose. Ma always wanted me to go out for wrestling because of how big I was, but I couldn't stand fighting."
How tall are you?
"6'8". Yes, the weather's nice."
What was your favourite subject in school?
"It should've been magic. I love magic. It's my blood, my purpose, my curse and my blessing. But, I always found my mind craving literature, even so. I wanted stories, as frivolous as they are. Were? Are. They were real then."
What is your dream job?
"I don't care what I spend my days with, I want to get out. I want to be free, absolved, forgiven. I want to leave my hell. I want him to stop screaming. I know he's not real - right? - but that doesn't stop the noise. But to do that, I need a bridge. By use of the bottle method, it's theorized that a mage could shift the frequency of one strain of magic to match another. Harmonic magi-radial frequencies can initiate a Naldervon cascade, similar to the effect of a teleportarion ritual. If gravitational drift is factored in, then by taking the derivative of the Naldervon cascade number, found by way of a Tamm reading and plugging the value into Fendessi's equation-"
Anyways, love that guy. He's like if Castaway was way more fucked up. I'll tag @finickyfelix @ettawritesnstudies @elsie-writes @inky-duchess and anyone else who wants in :)
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Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?
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Find the Word Tag
I was tagged by @elsie-writes , thank you!
My words: laugh, cozy, answer, entire, brown
Your words: Shriek, shatter, sharp, and shallow
Laugh(ed)
The creature grinned, its voice was surprisingly gentle and kind. “Don’t worry Narul, they got away for now. Your brother even struck me with quite the blow.” He held up his hand to show the spear still stuck through his flesh, it looked like little more than a large splinter, and as Narul watched, it quickly burnt away.
“Why, what are you doing with them? Why am I still out here?”
The creature smiled wider. “Because you’re different Narul. I wanted to have a conversation with you. Besides, do you think my Kosheki really could have grabbed you as easily as a few old sailors?”
" What conversation? Who are you and how do you know my name?"Narul demanded, his fear now giving way to anger. The being laughed, and as he did, the singing and the merriment stopped, dozens of cold dead eyes were locked on Narul.
Cozy
Couldn't find this one unfortunately
Answer
Narul scanned the houses of the shipbuilders, fishermen, and sailors clustered around the harbor. He pushed past the people working on the docks, moving the crates and nets. He approached the small, flat house that Istek had described. It's only distinguishing feature was the knotted laurel tree which grew in front of it, having somehow managed to survive in the dusty and barren soil. The house had no proper door and so, unsure of what to do, Narul knocked on the door frame. A young man, perhaps fourteen or fifteen, with dark shaggy hair and the first inklings of a mustache answered.
"What do you want? My father is at sea right now, not sure when he’ll be back." Lat said, having to crane his neck to look up at Narul. He was the spitting image of his father. Narul was taken aback by how unbothered the boy seemed to be by his imposing stature.
Entire
Suru had dozed off where he stood, his head drooping onto his chest. The main atrium of the Bidanlum was always kept comfortably warm by the many torches and braziers, and Suru suspected, by some amount of magic. There were more sages in this one palace than Suru had seen in his entire life, though even then it was only a handful.
Brown
As Ninma ducked into the little hut, she wished that Jani was there. She knelt by the basin of water and washed SPOILER'S blood from her hands and arms. It had dried, and now flaked off into the water, dying it a rusty brown. When her hands no longer felt quite so sticky, she stood. Her eyes lingered on the soiled water. She would empty it whenever it was that she woke up. The sun was already well above the horizon, the birds chirped and flitted merrily. As Ninma lay on the bed and waited for sleep to take her, she listened to their calls.
Tagging @illarian-rambling , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @finickyfelix , and @mk-writes-stuff
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A Life Of Faith Dolls
So recently I fell down this little rabbit hole and I want to share it. I don't have any of these dolls (and I don't really have any interest do) and there's little information about the company, so I got even more interested.
Background:
Created by homeschooling parents Lee and Bill Bereza in 1998, when they established Breezy Point Treasures. Together they based a custom doll on the Elsie Dinsmore book series by Martha Finley. Later they worked with Sandra Bilotto to design the dolls, and Lloyd Middleton to produce the dolls.The second character in the series was Mildred (shortened to Millie) Keith, Elsie's oldest cousin.
In 2003 Mission City Press purchased the company, and Elsie and Millie's appearances were changed. The dresses were more striking and stood out with lace and frills. Additionally their appearances were changed as Elsie was given pincurls and ribbons. Millie went from being a brunette to having blond hair and blue eyes (similar to Kirsten Larson) and the dolls got darker eye makeup and longer eyelashes.
Since the 2 original dolls were based off a book series, the original Elsie Dinsmore and Millie Keith series were re-released. One thing that seperated them from American Girl was that the story would follow their life- starting from childhood into their 20s and so on.
Additionally 3 new characters were introduced- Violet Travilla (Elsie's daughter in the series), Laylie Colbert and Kathleen Mckenzie. During this time the Elsie Dinsmore Collection was renamed to "A Life of Faith."
Once again the dolls were changed, this time with much more simpler outfits in contrast to their past look. After struggling to stay afloat, Mission City Press ceased production of the dolls in 2006.
Dolls:
Elsie Dinsmore- hazel eyes, brown hair with pincurls
Elsie is an 8 year old growing up in the mid 1800s in the South, on a plantation. They kinda gloss over the fact that she literally has slaves on her property and refers to them as just "servants." Anyways, Elsie is very wealthy but grows up without a mother, and for much of the story she waits for her father to return, as she's never met him. Her collection contained many dresses, coats, undergarments, a grand piano, some more furniture and accessories.
Millie Keith- blond hair, blue eyes
Aside from being a Kirsten Larson clone (I'm only half kidding) Millie Keith is a 12 year old girl living on the Indiana frontier in 1833. Her story follows as she is forced to move from an established town in Ohio to the unknown frontier. Her collection also features many outfits, coats, a horse, a table and chair set and many accessories. As far as looks are concerned, Millie does look very similar to Kirsten Larson, with one of her outfits even displaying her wearing loop braids.
Laylie Colbert- black hair, brown eyes, different face mold from the other dolls
Laylie Colbert is a 7 year old who's story follows her escape from slavery. In the story her family escapes and meets Millie Keith (who is 15) and the two become friends. Her meet oufit is supposed to be one that Millie gave her. Her collection literally has nothing- it has one nightgown, a robin hood costume (????) and a few accessories. She has the smallest collection out of them all.
Violet Travilla- black hair, brown eyes (well really red but I'll get to that later)
Violet Travilla is a 14 year old in the 1870s, and is the daughter of Elsie Dinsmore. She loves art, school, her family and God. Violet is the oldest doll out of the whole collection, so her story is supposed to feel personal to teenagers, so she's also very anxious about her future, and feels misunderstood. Her collection has many outfits, accessories, a sofa and a cat.
Kathleen Mckenzie- hazel eyes, curly brown hair, freckles, different face mold
Kathleen Mckenzie, the last doll to be released, is an 11 year old (although her face mold makes her look a lot younger) growing up in 1929. She has a lot of similarities with Kit, as her story talks about economic struggles, and she enjoys writing. Her collection has a lot of outfits, accessories, but no furniture.
Current State:
the Violet Travilla dolls have a defect in which over time her brown eyes have changed to a BRIGHT red. (seriously, look it up)
as I talked about earlier, A Life Of Faith bore some similarites to AG. With Kathleen's story being similar to Kit, Millie, the frontier doll's redesign looking very similar to Kirsten.
They promoted themselves as a Christian alternative to AG, with each doll coming with a dol-sized Bible, and each story talks about how the dolls overcome their struggles through God.
I want to say I have no problem with Christianity, or religious dolls. What I am going to judge is how they painted AG to be bad in their eyes, with the Baptist Press stating that AG donates to "homosexual and abortion-rights causes."
I also have a problem with how Laylie Colbert literally had no collection. A Robin Hood cloak to put over her original dress and a little nightgown just feels wrong. Every other doll got such large collections with such beautiful outfits and she got basically nothing in comparison.
catalogue from 2007 -> https://prokukol.ru/wallpapers/images/katalogs/alof2007/alof2007.pdf
From right to left: Elsie Dinsmore, Millie Keith, Violet Travilla and Laylie Colbert
Not Pictured: Kathleen Mckenzie
I know this was a long post, if you read it- thank you so much! I found this fun to research and fun to share :)
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so no one told you life was gonna be this way
S2 | Bobby/MC | 3600+ words | @ellegreenwxy
The one where it's a sitcom setting with a runaway bride. Friends-inspired birthday gift fic from Elle to Tammy.
“How did you and Mum meet, anyways?” Elsie asked, looking up from her homework and at her father as he bustled around their kitchen.
He stopped what he was doing for a moment, golden-hued eyes looking over at the curious ten-year-old seated there at the kitchen table. “You wanna know how your Mum and I met, do you?” he asked and she nodded eagerly.
“All right.” He wiped his hands on a dish towel before tossing it over his shoulder, leaning against the kitchen counter, a smile dancing over his lips. “It all started when…”
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The last thing Bobby McKenzie expected to see when he showed up to his usual coffee shop for a cuppa and a check-in with his friends was a runaway bride.
She blew through the quiet coffee shop like some sort of tornado of tulle and silky white fabric, her dark brown, rained-on ringlets hanging limply around her face, hiding it from sight as she stumbled over to the counter. Bobby couldn’t hear what she was saying to the barista, but then the man gestured vaguely to their group and she turned around, finally giving him a good look at her face and––
Wow.
He just stared at her for a moment, unable to do anything but gawk. She was beautiful. And not beautiful the way that he’d described other girls as being beautiful, but beautiful in the way that the starlets of the fifties were beautiful. A sort of classic beautiful, like she’d walked off of a soundstage alongside Marilyn Monroe. Striking blue-grey eyes, full lips, high cheekbones flushed pink from the rain.
He was so busy looking at her that he hardly noticed Priya untangling herself from Ibrahim’s side, rising to her feet, her own eyes wide.
“Elena?”
The woman in question––Elena––let out a sigh of what sounded like relief, hurrying over to where Priya stood. “Oh my gosh, Priya.” The two embraced, Priya catching Bobby’s eyes over Elena’s shoulder. He arched a dark brow at her but she simply gave him a look like I don’t really know what’s going on, either.
“I’m sorry for just barging in like this but I-I didn’t know where else to go and I knew your building was near here and I-I remember you posting this place on your Insta and I just––” She seemed to realize that they were other people around, Bobby, Noah, and Rahim all three watching her curiously. “Oh. Um. Hi everyone,” she said, sounding a little nervous as she cast those stormy eyes around their little group.
“Elena, this is Rahim, Noah, and Bobby,” Priya said, gesturing to each of them one by one. “Guys, this is Elena. She and I grew up together in Manchester.”
“Here,” Bobby said, leaping up from his chair so she could take a seat. “That uh, dress looks a little heavy.”
Elena gave him a grateful look as she sat down before he disappeared over to the counter, ordering her a cuppa which she accepted with a smile that had his insides warming up. “Thank you,” she said softly, taking a long sip. She didn’t say anything else, and Bobby could tell that they were all thinking the same thing, though it seemed that no one was ballsy enough to voice it.
“All right, I’ll bite. What the hell is going on, Elena? I mean, I’m thrilled to see you but it’s been years. What are you doing here?” Priya asked, and he watched Elena visibly deflate, placing her cup on the coffee table in front of her before she tucked her shaking hands back into her lap. Bobby was struck with the sudden desire to hold them tightly in his own.
“I’m sorry. I should have gotten in touch with you sooner it’s just…I mean, after we drifted apart to go to different schools I kept wanting to reach out and then when I moved here I thought I finally would but I got so caught up in all of this stupid wedding planning and after today I just didn’t know where else to go and––”
“Whoah, whoah, just relax,” Priya said, putting a gentle hand on Elena’s arm. Any agitation that had been on Priya’s face melted away in a matter of seconds. Bobby could tell there was a lot of history between the two of them; enough, he hoped, that Elena wouldn’t blow out of town as quickly as she’d appeared. “Okay, how about we get you back to my place and out of this dress and you can explain everything then?” she suggested, and Elena gave a tentative nod.
Less than an hour later, the five of them were seated in Priya and Rahim’s living room, Elena out of her wedding dress and in one of Priya’s sweaters and a pair of leggings. Bobby had made her another cup of tea, not really knowing what to do with himself but just knowing he wanted to do something for the distraught pretty girl in his neighbor’s flat.
The distraught pretty girl who they’d all learned had been engaged to and moments away from marrying none other than Lucas Koh of Koh Enterprises.
“I just…I guess I felt like I was going to be marrying his life, not…him,” Elena said, tugging gently on her lower lip with her teeth. “It was all about how we looked, how the rest of the world perceived us. And yeah, the designer clothes and the bags and the Bentley were nice…” Her voice trailed off and she got a bit of a faraway look in her eyes. “Okay, they were really, really nice…”
She sighed and shook her head. “Anyways, the point is, I didn’t want to marry a company, I wanted to marry the guy I met at Uni.” Elena tugged at her full lower lip with her teeth, the skin reddening beneath her touch. “And today, there were so many photographers and journalists there and I realized that just marrying him wasn’t going to be possible. So, I panicked and I ran.
“He’s a nice guy, Priya. But I don’t love him. Not the man he is today, at least. I love the boy I met when I was nineteen and trying to figure the world out. The boy I met when I had just lost my Mum and he fit into my life so perfectly. And I know it’s because of the pressure that his parents put on him, but I can’t allow myself to be crushed under that pressure, too. I want better for myself. And if that means struggling through life while I find my footing, I’m okay with that.”
Bobby couldn’t deny how impressed he was by this woman, a woman who had run from safety and security because she had put herself first and had done what was best for her. He didn’t know many people who would have done the same had they been in her shoes.
“You’re not going to struggle, Elena. We’ll help you,” Priya said, reaching over to give her hand a small squeeze. “You can stay here until you find a place to stay. We don’t have a spare bedroom but the couch is––”
“What about my place?” Bobby interrupted, his face heating when everyone turned to look at him. “I just… Well, I’ve been looking for someone to take the spare bedroom since Gary moved out. It’s furnished already, too.”
“That’s really sweet, Bobby, but I don’t have any way to pay you––”
“Don’t even worry about that. Any friend of Priya’s is a friend of mine. Plus, Priya makes a rubbish cup of tea in the morning. No offense,” he said, shooting the brunette a grin. Instead of a look of even mock outrage, she was just smiling at him.
“That’s really kind of you, Bobby,” she said before turning her attention back to Elena. “What do you say? I know it’s a lot all at once but Bobby’s just across the hall from us, and I work from home a few days a week so I’ll be close by if you need anything.”
Elena was quiet for a moment, no doubt taking it all in––considering the day she’d had, Bobby couldn’t blame her for taking some time to think it through––before she turned around and fixed those gorgeous eyes on him. “I think that sounds wonderful.”
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They fell into a sort of routine after that. Elena was actually a wonderful flatmate, though he didn’t know why he’d been so surprised at that fact. He’d assumed she would want to keep to herself, or perhaps even spend the majority of her free time over at Priya’s. Instead, she made an effort to get to know all of them. She asked Noah for book recommendations and bonded over her secret love of superhero films with Ibrahim. She and Priya fell back into their decade-long friendship as if they had never been apart, spending their evenings sipping glasses of wine and painting nails and doing all the things they’d loved doing when they were growing up.
The frazzled, engaged socialite who had ditched her fiancé at the altar and appeared in their favorite café had turned out to be one of the loveliest people he’d ever come in contact with. He’d thought she was beautiful that day he met her, but he hadn’t been prepared for just how wonderful she really was. She was funny and thoughtful and kind. Easy to talk to.
Elena insisted on trying to cook dinner (emphasis on the trying) for him when he got home from the bakery every day as a sort of thanks for the tea he always made for her in the morning. They’d sit at the small dining room table and talk about their day; she was so curious about the bakery he ran and had no shortage of questions about it. One night, over a meal of spaghetti (they’d had it 4 nights in a row but he refused to tell her he was sick of it considering how proud she was to have made it), he decided to bring up an idea he’d been stewing over for a few days.
“You could come with me tomorrow, if you’d like? I don’t have any big catering orders to do so it should be a pretty typical day. I could even show you how to make a few things,” he suggested, and she brightened as if he’d just told her he was taking her to the Bahamas.
“Bobby, I’d love that,” she said, and the smile that she gave him made his insides feel all gooey. God, having a crush on a woman who’d just upturned her entire life wasn’t one of his finer moments, but he couldn’t help himself. He never got crushes like this, he’d always had a horrendous habit of just assuming the girls in his life saw him as a friend and nothing more. But with Elena…with her it just felt different. And of course, the one time it did feel different was with someone he absolutely couldn’t have.
Because as much as he liked being around Elena, she’d just gotten out of a 4-year relationship. She didn’t need anyone coming in and trying to romance her, especially not someone who was controlling her housing situation. It would be beyond manipulative of him to try anything with her. So, he’d be keeping all of those gooey feelings firmly inside and be the friend she needed right now.
But standing there in the kitchen of his bakery the next morning, flour dusting her nose, a bright smile spread across her face as she rolled out some pastry dough, he knew that would be a nearly impossible task.
“So, Bobby, how’d you get into baking?” she asked, and he smiled, partially grateful for the distraction.
“My grandmother. She was always baking up a storm whenever I’d come to visit and I was always running around, driving her up the wall. One day, she got so tired of yelling at me to take a seat that she just stuck me on a stool next to her at the counter, put a spoon in my hand, and told me to mix,” Bobby said, his tone turning a bit more wistful, his smile soft. “I spent every visit with her on that stool until I was big enough to reach the counter on my own.”
“That’s really sweet,” Elena said, glancing over at him for a brief moment before focusing her gaze back on the pastry dough.
“I started working on opening my own bakery when I was eighteen. I worked every odd catering job you can imagine to save up the money I needed, and she cheered me on the entire way. When I was twenty, she passed away. She left me the rest of the money she knew I needed to open this place up along with her recipe book. That’s why this place is called McKenzie’s. To pay homage to my family, especially my grandma, because I wouldn’t have this place if it weren’t for them.”
When he looked at her again, her gaze was fixed firmly on him, something in her blue-grey eyes that he didn’t quite recognize. It sort of felt like she was almost looking through him, not like he wasn’t there and she was looking past him but like she could see into him. It should have unnerved him but he honestly didn’t hate it.
He’d gone through most of his life with people ignoring him and looking right past him, past the goofy, joking around sort of act he always had going on because he was “too much.” Too loud, too boisterous, too silly for them to want to get involved Sometimes, even though he’d known Priya, Ibrahim, and Noah for years, he sometimes still got the impression that they didn’t always quite see him.
A girl he’d known for less than a few weeks shouldn’t have been able to, that was for sure.
“That’s really lovely, Bobby. I’m sorry that you lost her, but I mean…God, I have to imagine she’d be proud of you if she could see this place now,” she said, and he nodded.
“I think she would be, too,” he said before he straightened a bit, clapping his hands together, the need to keep the mood nice and light nearly as strong as his need to breathe. “All right, I think it’s time to show you how to get these tarts made so we can get them into the oven, what do you say?”
“Let’s do it.”
Elena was a great student, never shying away from making a mess or a mistake, allowing Bobby to guide her through the steps though she was adamant about doing it on her own. He could see how badly she wanted to prove to herself that she was capable of doing something like this, something a little messy and dirty and not at all glamorous (though Bobby would argue that baking could be plenty glamorous thank you very much).
When her first tart finally came out of the oven, a little crooked and the filling spilling over the crust ever so slightly, she looked like she’d just discovered the secrets of the universe, her expression so filled with awe that it had that gooey feeling rushing back at him full-force. He had to imagine he’d had the same look on his own face the first time he’d baked something by himself.
She set it down on the work table there in the center of the room and they hardly let it cool before cutting into it, Bobby sliding the larger slice her way though he didn’t have to slide it very far, the two of them practically shoulder to shoulder as they stood there. He watched carefully as she picked up her fork, cutting a decent-sized bite for herself before lifting it to her lips.
Her eyes widened to the size of saucer plates and she made a muffled sort of squeal behind her hand. “Oh my god! I made this and it tastes good! And I made it!” She laughed, big and loud and beautiful, before throwing her arms around him. “Bobby, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she said, punctuating her last “thank you” with a quick kiss on the lips.
It may have been quick, but Jesus Christ it felt like he’d been electrocuted in the best possible way. When she pulled back, he simply looked at her a bit dumbstruck, taking in the blush creeping up her pale cheeks, those blue-grey eyes wide with surprise as if she could hardly believe she’d done that.
“I-I’m sorry. Just uh, got a little too excited I think,” she said, ducking her head for a brief moment, her brown hair hanging around her face to hide it from sight.
Bobby cleared his throat, hoping he wouldn’t sound as flustered as he felt at that moment. “Hey, a perfect tart is something to be excited about,” he said, keeping his tone light; the last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was upset with her for kissing him. She lifted her head and he swore that perfect smile of hers that she offered him shot right through his heart like Cupid’s freaking arrow.
“Perfect tarts and nice first kisses?” she asked, laughing a little nervously, and he felt his own cheeks flush.
“W-w-well yeah. Yeah, first kisses are-are something to be excited about, too. Yeah, definitely. For sure, for sure, for sure,” he rambled, silently cursing himself for not knowing when to stop talking. “You uh, you thought it was nice?”
“I did,” Elena said, gently biting her lower lip. “Did you?”
“Yes,” Bobby said, probably a bit too quickly, and she laughed a little. “I just uh, wasn’t expecting it. Not that that’s a bad thing! Surprises are great. Like surprise parties, surprise gifts––I’d call a successful soufleé a surprise because you never quite know how it’s going to turn out and––”
“Bobby.”
“Yeah?”
“I liked that you kissed me. And I like you. And I think that you don’t want to tell me that you like me, too, because you’re letting me live with you and you think it’d be weird and manipulative if you tried to make a move on me.”
He blinked at her. “That’s so creepy, how did you do that?”
“It’s called women’s intuition and it never fails. Especially where men are concerned.” She leaned against the work table, tucking a few loose strands of dark hair behind her ear as she did so. “I think it’s sweet that you’re so worried about me, I really do. But there’s no reason to be. Yes, my relationship was four years long. But I fell out of love with Lucas way before our wedding. It just took me until being there at the altar that it all really came crashing down around me. And you know how I’m so certain about that? Because the way I felt just now, baking this silly little tart in this kitchen with you…Bobby, I never felt this good the entire time I was engaged to Lucas.
“I’m not saying I want to jump headfirst into anything, but I also don’t want to let my past relationship be the reason I miss out on anything. Especially not where a Scottish baker with a heart of gold is concerned.”
“Heart of gold, huh? Nothing about my razor-sharp wits and incredible sense of humor?” he asked, feeling a grin creep onto his lips.
“Don’t forget humble,” Elena said, and that got a laugh out of him. Before he knew it, he was standing in front of her, close enough that he could see the flecks of silver that sparkled in her eyes, the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
“Yes, of course. Very humble. The humblest. Literally the most humble person to ever humble, if you will.”
“Would you be less humble if I asked you to kiss me again?” she asked, and he reached forward, brushing the flour off of her nose that had been there all morning long.
“Probably.” It was all he said before he leaned forward and kissed her.
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“So wait, Mum almost married someone else? Really?” Elsie asked, just as Elena breezed through the front door the way she had into that coffee shop fourteen years ago, only this time she had grocery bags dangling from her arms instead of piles of tulle and fabric.
“What did Mum do?” she questioned as she made her way into the kitchen, depositing the bags on the dining room table as their six-year-old son, Malcolm, trailed behind her, adamant about being able to carry the jug of milk all by himself.
“Dad was saying that you almost married someone else!” Elsie cried, like it was the greatest crime her mother could commit.
“Almost,” Elena said, emphasizing the word as she dropped off the last of the bags, taking the milk from Malcolm and setting it inside the fridge. “But I didn’t and me and your Dad lived happily ever after, the end,” she said, leaning over to press a quick kiss to the top of her daughter’s head.
“I don’t think I’d like having a different dad,” Elsie said, wrinkling her nose, and Elena laughed as she sat down next to their daughter, running her fingers through her dark curls as Malcolm clambered into his mother’s lap.
“I wouldn’t want you to have a different dad, either,” Elena said, gorgeous eyes flickering over to Bobby, her smile soft, before she focused her gaze onto the papers laid out in front of Elsie. “What do we have here, hm?”
And as Bobby stood there, watching his wife wrap their son up in her arms, giggling with Elsie over math problems, he couldn’t help but smile.
Happily ever after, indeed.
#litg#litg writers room#writers room#litg season 2#litg bobby#ellegreenwxy#bday fic#prompts#litg fanfic#love island the game
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The blue haired look-a-like family headcanon AU I have in my head.
Ever since seeing this, and learning about Sieghart and Justice, I have been getting this AU in my head.
Picture this.
Sieghart is the father
Mystogan, Jellal and Siegrain are triplets
Justice is the younger brother
Wendy is the baby sister we all need in our lives.
One blue family. But set it in a modern era.
The guilds are houses in Fiore School which serves as a Junior High School and a High School.
-Mystogan and Wendy belongs to Fairy Tail house.
-Jellal and Justice belongs to Crime Sorciere house.
-Siegrain is a part of the student council.
All uniforms are different.
Fairy Tail is purple. Crime Sorciere is dark blue. Lamia Scales is green. Blue Peagus is light blue. Student council is white.
2/3 triplets aka Jellal and Siegrain are mischievous and they tend to swap uniforms. No one can tell who is who between the triplets. However, Wendy and Justice are always able to tell the triplets apart by their eye colour.
-Jellal has blue eyes
-Mystogan has green eyes
-Siegrain, Wendy and Justice has brown eyes.
The teachers have never noticed the eye colour difference so they usually pray that the boys are in their assigned classes and not mixed their classes by attending to the other's class. Jellal and Siegrain does that a lot. They tried getting Mystogan to join but he flatted out refused. It's mainly Jellal and Siegrain that the teachers get mixed up. Mystogan usually wears a face mask so it's easier for the teachers to know that it's him and not Siegrain or Jellal.
The siblings all have different hobbies and likes:
-Mystogan: Going out on walks, biking, reading in quiet places.
-Jellal: Hanging out with his friens, spending time with Erza and playing the father role to Meredy.
-Siegrain: Reading, pulling pranks and annoying the fuck out of Mystogan.
-Justice: Reading about space, making random DIY stuff and arguing with Elsie.
-Wendy: Gardening, looking after her kitten (Carla) and patching her brothers up after they get into fights.
They also hang out in their own groups
Mystogan: Edolas (Ezra, Coco, Sugar Boy and Hughes)
Jellal and Siegrain: Troublemakers (Ultear, Meredy, Cobra, Midnight, Angel, Racer and Richard)
Wendy: Natsu group (Natsu, Lucy, Erza, Gray, Juvia, Gajeel and Levy).
Ships
Sieghart is a single dad. Can't picture him being with anyone.
Mystogan with Ezra Knightwalker. Ezra is just Erza Knightwalker just spelt differently. Erza and Ezra are cousins and it was after the offical documents were placed that the two cousins share the same name
Jellal with Erza Scarlet. I swear if I could punch this man, I would. Jerza for life.
Siegrain with Ultear. I think they'll be quite cute together.
Justice with Elsie Crimson. It's canon, they deserve a happy ending (even if they fight all the time).
Wendy with Romeo. They're cute together.
I really want to find some bases and draw them as a father now. I'm doing it.
#rave master#edens zero#fairy tail#sieghart caeser#sieghart#mystogan#edolas jellal#jellal fernandes#siegrain#hollogram jellal#justice#james holloway#wendy marvell
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Mafia/vampire oc: Kennedy Walsh
Full Name: Kennedy Walsh
Nicknames/aliases: Ken, Kenny, Mr. Walsh
Age: 127
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Sexuality: bi-coded
Place of birth: Ballyshannon, Ireland
Current location: New York City
Occupation: Owner of illegal underground speakeasy named The Blood Tavern and leader of underground gang of supernatural creatures
Appearance
Height: 5'8" (172 cm)
Weight: 175 lbs (79.38 kilos)
Eye color: Blue (Red when he gets angry or hungry)
Hair color: Very dark brown, almost black
Hair style: Neatly trimmed on sides with textured crop on top
Skin color: Pale ivory
Body type: Not skinny but not bulky either. He has muscle but not noticeable under the clothing he wears.
Distinguishable features: Has a small eyebrow slit from an accident as a child
Face claim: Cillian Murphy
Clothing style: classy, form fitting suits often paired with a flat cap or a fedora
Weapon of choice: His bare hands, gun if necessary
Powers/skills:
Enhanced strength
Enhanced speed
Enhanced endurance
Prolonged lifespan
Enhanced senses
Voice mimicry
Expert tracker
Expert negotiator
Biography: Born in 1795, in Ballyshannon, Ireland to two young potato farmers, deciding to name their son Kennedy. Although despite being very poor, they did their best to raise the boy as best as they could, with what they had.
As he grew up, he helped his father with farming, promising one day that he will get his parents out of their poor life, giving them a great one. But, as time grew on, Kennedy's father grew ill, catching pneumonia from farming during a harsh winter.He never recovered and his illness eventually killed him, making Kennedy's mother a widow.
By the time Kennedy was 13, his mother had remarried, his stepfather being much wealthier. They all moved to Belfast where Kennedy was sent to a boarding school to get a proper education that he never received.
By he was 15, his mother had given birth to his half sister, Margaret, but his mother died soon after giving birth. The news devastated him but as his mother wishes, his step father continued to raise Kennedy.
After he graduated, he went on and began to work for his stepfather which he became very successful. He bought himself a house in the countryside but soon, he met a very beautiful woman by the name of Josephine. She had captured his heart and soon, they were wed.
He cherished Josephine as any man would. He gave her lavish gifts and treated her like a queen. She, in return, gave him a gift, the news of him being a father. He was overjoyed by the news and by 1820, Josephine had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, who they named Elsie.
He loved his daughter, gave her lots of care. He was always there for her, making sure he would help raise Elsie as best as he could.
One summer day in 1825, Kennedy took Josephine and Elsie to the countryside for a picnic and they had the grandest time. But, soon after that picnic trip, Elsie fell ill. Kennedy and Josephine became very worried and called for a doctor, finding out their only daughter had caught malaria. Josephine was devastated and they both stood by their daughter's side as she died. Josephine never recovered from her grief and soon died of a broken heart. Kennedy was now alone, and absolutely devastated. He closed himself off from the world, locked away in his home. This was until he met a young woman, who offered him a proposition. Although, she was only using his grief to torment him. After refusing, she turned him into an immortal monster, cursed with drinking the blood of humans.
At first horrified by his new life, he became a a recluse, staying away from the outside world but over time, he learned to cope.
Decades went by and he saw the world change around him. In 1845, as the great potato famine hit Ireland, he seized the opportunity and fled to America, starting a new life.
He had seen many changes, witnesses many conflicts, some of those conflicts he took part in. He became a soldier, fighting in the Civil War and eventually drafted for the World War.
After seeing so much conflict, he settled down. After Prohibition passed, he seized an opportunity on the misfortune of humans and stepped into a organized crime life, opening an underground speak easy in New York, naming it The Blood Tavern. He was soon a well respected man, earning a reputation around the underground criminal world.
Personality: very closed off, easily angered, quite flirtatious to women (and even men), caring, hard headed
Best adjectives for Kennedy: dark, elegant, fierce, mysterious, sly
Character quotes:
"This is my bar, I make the rules around here! My word is law around here! If you don't like that, I'll just rip your fucking head off, that understood?"
"You better have a good fucking reason that you decided to intrude on my personal time."
"I miss them....I would do anything in the world just to see them again. But, I can't. I'm stuck here with an immortal life.....cursed."
(This oc is entirely for a new novel I'm currently working on, that the tentative title is The Blood Tavern. If you are interested in this story, follow along for updates)
#original character#cillian murphy#vampire#vampire original character#1920s oc#gangster original character
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001 - One Dumb Decision After Another
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Contains: mentions of suicide, mentions of child abandonment, mentions of physical abuse
wc: 1994k
Looking back on it now, maybe she should have savoured her life before the apocalypse more. Sure it had its ups and downs. A poor family consisting of a mother forced to pay off her husband’s debts, an unfaithful father, and a daughter that knew more than she should have. But it was a lot better than the constant looming threat of getting chomped by cannibalistic dead people.
At least her parents would be around.
She silently stared at the passing scenery through the window of Dale’s RV. Her thoughts adrift as she reminisced about what went down at the CDC.
How the scientist was going to pull the group into a mass suicide party.
How Jackie stayed behind as they all ran.
How Andrea was going to stay, but chose— no was forced into coming with them.
Elsie subtly glanced at the blonde woman sitting on the other side of the vehicle with Shane chatting about guns. She returned her gaze to the window before the woman could notice her stare. She wasn’t in the mood to set Andrea off.
The RV came to a stop.
A sea of cars blocked their path on the highway. The only thing preventing them from turning around was the RV breaking down for some reason that went through one ear and out the other since she was never interested in cars. What? She was five years away from being allowed to drive one, why would she concern herself over it at a much younger age? Plus, with how things are, would she ever get a license? And if she did drive without a license who was going to arrest her? Rick?
Deciding that her legs were in need of some stretching, she exited the large vehicle and was met with the sight of Lori voicing her opposition against scavenging through the cars. The rest of the group ignored her opinion. After all, why should they care about that? The dead walked, the world had gone to shit and they needed whatever supplies they could get their hands on to survive. It wasn’t like a couple of dead people were going to miss their things anyway. What are they going to do? Say no?
Cautiously, the young girl surveyed the cars as she roamed in search of anything of use.
“Elsie!” Lori called out to her.
Said girl poked her head from behind a car and looked at the woman.
“That applies to you too. Stay in sight so we can see you.” Though the little girl wasn’t her child she was a child nonetheless. When her family’s were met because no matter what they would always be her first priority, it was then that she would check in on Elsie. She wasn’t the only one to do this. Others in the group as well have done what they can for the girl, but it wasn’t easy when she kept everyone at arm's length. Although, no one could blame her after what happened a month into the apocalypse…
“Yes, Lori,” Elsie responded despite fully knowing she wasn’t going to abide by the mother’s order, and went back to her search.
After some walking she came to a stop.
In one empty car, she spotted a semi large brown backpack.
Taking a quick look around her surroundings, she opened the conveniently unlocked door and took the bag before searching the rest of the car.
Inside the bag she found a half empty reusable water bottle, a passport belonging to a Bradley Sams which she then tossed aside, a couple of melted chocolate bars (which she sadly had to leave behind since the weather wasn’t cool enough to harden the sweet treats), two mens briefs, socks, two t-shirts, jeans, and a copper swiss knife.
Elsie decided that the clothes would go to whichever men in the group wanted them and she would keep the rest for herself. Including the knife. It would be stupid of her to leave herself weaponless. While she was in a large group of people that cared enough to help each other, unlike the two other kids, Elsie was alone. She had no parents to care for her, and you know what? Maybe it was better that way. Her family after all wasn’t apocalypse material.
Elsie checked the small contraption to make sure it worked well. It wasn’t unfamiliar to her. Her grandfather owned one although he never let her touch it, and back in third grade, a scrawny boy in her class brought it to show off in hopes of gaining some sort of rise in popularity. He let them play around with it until their teacher confiscated it. Did he even get it back? She didn’t remember.
She was about to place the knife back into the bag but changed her mind last minute. Elsie instead slipped it into the back pocket on the right side of her denim shorts. Thankfully she didn’t have to worry about the bulge it created since she had a flannel shirt tied around her waist.
After checking the rest of the car, she found nail clippers, a blue hoodie that thankfully didn’t smell, a lighter which to her joy still functioned and rotten fruit.
Yeah she was going to leave the last one behind.
Satisfied, Elsie moved onto other cars. At one point she spotted Carl grab what looked to be a black hatchet and examined it with a sparkle in his eyes.
Deciding nothing of it, she continued her search which was shortly interrupted.
“Get under the car!” Suddenly whisper-shouted Rick. “Carl, Sophia, Elsie, get down now!”
Although confused, she followed his instructions anyway, and removed the bag from her back to slide underneath with more ease. Now underneath the car, she took out the swiss knife from her pocket in case she needed it. She didn’t know the reason behind this until she saw some feet walk past her. Holding in her breath, Elsie’s grip tightened around the handle. Her entire form rigid in fear as walkers passed her hiding spot.
She’s done it before killing walkers. She had to do it the night their camp had been attacked. Everyone was so focused on protecting themselves and their own family and she had no choice but to pick up the nearest branch and swing at the approaching creatures to defend herself. But that didn’t mean that she was used to it or any less scared.
Then she heard Sophia’s panicked shriek and her heart sank.
From the car she’d hidden under, she watched in horror as the little girl slipped out and ran with a walker in tow.
Now Elsie wasn’t exactly close with Sophia or the group. She didn’t see the point in getting too close with them when death followed them all in a physical, monstrous form wherever they went. When things get tough it’s only normal for creatures to prioritize their lives or the lives of their loved ones, and Elsie didn’t have any loved ones. She didn’t have anyone to protect or to be protected by, which meant it wouldn’t be all too surprising if she was sacrificed when it came down to it.
But that didn’t mean she didn’t like any of them.
Sophia was a kind girl. Albeit shyly, she remembered the blonde girl approaching her and invited her to play even though they were strangers. She didn’t tease Elsie for colouring colour books or took it personally whenever she declined to go with her. On top of that, Elsie pitied her. While her father may not have been the greatest man, never would he ever lay a hand on his own wife and kid. Ever.
After she realized that she’d been abandoned by her parents, and watching her grandparents die horribly, Elsie vowed that she would survive no matter what.
What she should’ve done was stay under the car and then regroup with the others. However the image of sweet, innocent Sophia, scared and alone within a forest teeming with walkers made her chest tighten, and so, throwing all caution to the wind, Elsie slipped out from under the vehicle and went after Sophia without looking back.
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“Sophia, Sophia wait!” Elsie called out. ‘Shit,’ she internally cursed when the other child continued to run.
She knew that yelling was risky, but she hoped that if she was loud enough the walkers would divert their attention to her.
The girl must have been starting to tire herself because her pace was slowing before she tripped.
“Sophia!”
Elsie wrapped her hand around the girl’s thin wrist and pulled her up.
She tilted her towards her right where she guessed the highway was and tugged the arm in her grasp. It wouldn’t do them any good if they strayed too far and got lost. “This way.”
Sophia shook her head, lips quivering with fear. “No, that’s where the walkers are!”
“Sophia, there are walkers everywhere,” Elsie pointed out. Briefly she turned her head in search of the walkers previously chasing them. Her breath hitched when she saw them not so far away and heading towards them. “We need to stay close to the highway so we don’t get lost.”
“But—”
Sophia screamed and Elsie all but jumped out of her skin when Rick seemingly popped out of nowhere. She didn’t know that he was following them but was thankful nonetheless that he showed up.
The man shushed the distressed girl to calm her down. He then kneeled down to their level. “Are you girls alright? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, we’re fine—”
“Shoot them!” Sophia cried, promptly cutting off Elsie, and clawed at the gun strapped to his waist.
“No, no,” Rick said, pulling her away from the weapon. “Those walkers on the road would hear it. Then it wouldn’t just be two, it’d be hundreds. Now come on.”
Lifting the blonde girl into a bridal carry hold, he turned to make sure that Elsie was there and ran with the latter following closely behind. When they reached a quarry Rick stopped and placed Sophia down.
“All right, just hold here. Stay there.”
Then he jumped and landed with a splash.
“Come on.” He gestured to the two girls.
First he helped Elsie down, the water reached way above her knees but thankfully didn’t soak the bag. Then he carried Sophia once more, this time bringing them to (insert whatever the hell he hid Sophia in).
“Elsie, Sophia, you have to do exactly as I say.” He pointed to the (hole, cave, thingy). “Hide in there. Squeeze in tight, I’ll draw them away from you.”
“No, no, don’t leave us,” she pleaded.
“Listen, listen, listen, listen. They don’t get winded. I do. I can only deal with them one at a time. I wouldn’t be able to protect you both. This is how we both survive. You understand?”
Sophia and Elsie both nodded their heads.
“Okay? Go, go, go, go.”
The two squeezed themselves tightly.
Rick and Elsie shared a glance.
“Sophia…” Elsie began softly, holding the little girl’s hand, “it’s going to be okay. We’ll be alright.”
“If I don’t make it back, run back to the highway, back to the others straight the way we came. Keep the sun on your left shoulder.”
Rick looked up at the walkers and backed away from the girls, he created a commotion, and once he had their attention, he ran with them following closely behind.
When they were out of sight, Elsie felt Sophia shift and saw her leaving.
“What are you doing?” The former whispered.
“We can’t stay here,” Sophia whimpered, clutching her stuffed toy closer to her person.
“He’s going to come back.”
“What if he doesn’t come back?”
“We won’t know unless we wait.”
Shaking her head, she began walking away. Elsie called after the girl, but when she didn’t show any sign of coming back, the brown haired girl let out an irritated sigh and went after her.
Sophia: I made this friendship bracelet for you.
Elsie: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.
Sophia: You don’t have to wear…
Elsie: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.
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“Oi, oi! Don’cha lookin’ at me like you’ve got somethin’ with-- Ah, I-I mean...”
Name: Elsie Laranetta
Japanese: エルシー・ララネッタ (erushii raranetta)
Dorm: Savanaclaw
Birthday: 19th May
Age: 17
Height: 149 cm
Dominant Hand: Right
Homeland: Harveston
Family: Unnamed mother, unnamed father, eight unnamed siblings
Voiced by: [TBA]
Nicknames/Aliases: Sea Bunny (Floyd), Dame Lapin (Rook), Little Hare (“Phantom”)
Grade: First
Class: 1-D (no. 18)
Club: Magift Club
Best Subject: Evocation
Hobby: Crocheting
Favorite Food: Carrot cake
Least Favorite Food: Black coffee
Pet Peeves: Dogs
Talent: Disguise
Appearence: Elsie is a young rabbit beastwoman with two long ears. Her long, white hair is usually in braids and she wears a pair of glasses. Her blue, doe eyes also bears long eyelashes. She also has a pair of moles on her left cheek. (°-°∶)
In her dorm uniform, she wears the Savanaclaw uniform with a long pair of pants and a pair of brown boots. Like Ruggie, she wears a scarf. (although hers is plain red)
Personality: She is seen as the timid and cute girl in school, some people even wonder why a girl like this is in Savanaclaw instead of Pomefiore. But the truth is.. she acts like that in first sight. She is actually very energetic, spirited and doesn’t know when to stop. Unfortunately, this gets her into a lot of trouble...
Unique Magic: “Call of the Forest”
It allows her to summon an animal spirit. If an animal (or beastman) is in her range, then she summons the spirit of that animal. (E.g; If Leona is near, she’ll end up summoning a lion spirit. If Jack is near, she’ll end up summoning a wolf spirit. etc.) If there isn’t, then she is able to summon any animal spirit (a.k.a there won’t be a limit)
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Fun Facts:
She’s been childhood friends with Vivienne since they were around seven and eight respectively.
The said incident has caused her to get multiple scars around her body and caused permanent issues like being in a wheelchair at certain days. She might be taking medicines to lessen the pain, but she does have some days where she has to sit on a wheelchair.
Her parents unfortunately abandoned her.
She used to play clarinet, but she later stopped because she was bored.
Although she hates dressing up in what she calls as ‘fancy clothing’, like tutus, frilly dresses and jewelry, she wears them when the situation calls for it.
She is an actress in training like Vivienne, though her manager is pretty hard on her.
Although she can speak normally, there are moments where she slips into her country accent. (This is also one of the reasons why she gets on well with Epel!) She also translates what he says sometimes.
She was won multiple gymnastics competitions in first place, needless to say that she is quite flexible.
[More facts are yet to come, please be patient!]
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Today’s disabled character of the day is Elsie from Dancing With Daddy, who has Wold Hirshhorn Syndrome and uses a wheelchair
Requested by Anon
[Image Description: Cover of the book Dancing With Daddy. Features a father and daughter drawn dancing with lights and stars around them. The father is wearing a blue suit, white undershirt, brown shoes, and a yellow bow tie. The daughter is wearing a red dress, white tights, a red bow headband, and black shoes. She is sitting in a white wheelchair, Both have brown hair and black eyes.]
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ELSIE DAY.
GENERAL.
NAME elsie lorraine devane
ALIASES elsie day
AGE 23
BIRTHDATE august 2, 1900
GENDER cisfemale (she/her)
SEXUALITY hetreosexual
STATUS single
ETHNICITY white
NATIONALITY american
BIRTHPLACE riverside, california
RESIDENCE owns an apartment near hollywood and one in nyc
OCCUPATION actress
PHYSICAL.
HEIGHT 5’8”
WEIGHT 97lbs
BODY TYPE skinny
SKIN TONE fair
HAIRSTYLE straight
HAIR COLOR naturally red, dyed blonde
EYE COLOR brown
SCARS several
FACECLAIM anya taylor joy
PERSONALITY.
TRAITS tba.
HABITS tba.
HOBBIES tba.
FEARS dying alone
FAMILY.
FATHER jacob devane (alive; estranged)
MOTHER molly devane (deceased)
SISTER tara devane (deceased)
BROTHER none
EXTRA.
MBTI estp-t
ENNEAGRAM tba.
ALIGNMENT true neutral
MENTAL eating disorder otherwise unspecified, ptsd, alcoholism, anxiety, depression
HISTORY.
elsie had a relatively comfortable upbringing. she got on with her parents well enough and adored her older sister.
when she was ten, she figured out where their family's small fortune had come from. tensions had risen between her father's gang and another. she wishes she could forget the way she discovered what her father did.
on the way home from the candy store, elsie and her sister were abducted by enemies of their father. in a scheme gone wrong, a gun went off and killed her sister. her father was only able to bring one daughter back home.
blaming him for her sister's death, elsie's relationship with her father became tremulous. when her mother eventually took her own life out of grief, she blamed him for her death, as well.
elsie had grown up dancing ballet, as her mother was once a ballerina herself. elsie dove into that hobby as an escape. however, it soon took a toll on her as the beauty standards were impossible to reach. she developed an eating disorder. after passing out one day, her father banned her from dance. she does want to get better, but still struggles with eating.
after dancing was taken away from her, elsie began acting out daydreams to cope. her father recognized her acting talent and urged her to audition at a local theater. this was the beginning of her rise to fame. after her father moved them to la in california, she took to hollywood.
the moment she was eighteen, she took off. she had a small fortune herself and a nice apartment. elsie eats up every ounce of fame she receives. however, the silver screen can't distract her from what she really wants: revenge on her father for what he had done to their family. but she couldn't get the deed done herself without staining her hands and she wanted him to suffer. what better way to do that than selling secrets to the enemy until they take him out?
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ELSIE DAY.
GENERAL.
NAME elsie lorraine devane
ALIASES elsie day
AGE 23
BIRTHDATE august 2, 1900
GENDER cisfemale (she/her)
SEXUALITY hetreosexual
STATUS single
ETHNICITY white
NATIONALITY american
BIRTHPLACE riverside, california
RESIDENCE owns an apartment near hollywood and one in nyc
OCCUPATION actress
PHYSICAL.
HEIGHT 5’8”
WEIGHT 97lbs
BODY TYPE skinny
SKIN TONE fair
HAIRSTYLE straight
HAIR COLOR naturally red, dyed blonde
EYE COLOR brown
SCARS several
FACECLAIM anya taylor joy
PERSONALITY.
TRAITS tba.
HABITS tba.
HOBBIES tba.
FEARS dying alone
FAMILY.
FATHER jacob devane (alive; estranged)
MOTHER molly devane (deceased)
SISTER tara devane (deceased)
BROTHER none
EXTRA.
MBTI estp-t
ENNEAGRAM tba.
ALIGNMENT true neutral
MENTAL eating disorder otherwise unspecified, ptsd, alcoholism, anxiety, depression
HISTORY.
elsie didn't figure out why her father was gone all the time until she was ten years old when she nearly died. she was used as bait in one of her father's schemes, a gun to her head. but the gun pressed to her beloved older sister's head went off. elsie escaped, shaking as she wiped her sister remains off in the bath.
she distanced herself from her father. her mother didn't even know. her illness made her unaware of most things. she passed away weeks afterwards.
inspired by her mother, a world-renowned ballerina, elsie started dancing. she loved it. but the environment got to her. elsie was pressured into starving herself. no one noticed how she was suffering until one of her fellow ballerina's woke her up after she fainted. still elsie's eating habits were poor.
elsie acted out daydreams to cope. her father recognized her talent and sent her to a local theater to be in their plays to keep her away. she rose to fame. her father already spent most of his time in la so he brought her along to be in the moving pictures. elsie hid most of the money she made, only giving some of hers to her father because he demanded it.
the moment she turned eighteen, she took off. elsie already secured herself a good apartment. elsie wanted revenge on her father. what better way to mess with a prideful man than to team up with the enemy?
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Her father's words repeated continuously within her mind like a recorded tape that was being played back until it was implanted within the person’s mind. She felt uneasy with their conversation that took place an hour ago. Her slender digits ran through the course of her brunette hair, reaching into her bag the young female pulled out her cell phone, tapping along the screen itself searching for her father’s contact info. Elsy paused for a brief moment. Should she call her father again? Was she being too paranoid? With a light shake of her cranium side to side Elsy quickly clicked the button on the side putting her phone in rest mode.
“ Stay focused El’s you have to practice for the upcoming show.” her plush assets were pressed together blowing raspberries. She continued to walk down the familiar hallway where she came every day to practice, but somehow something told her today was going to be different from the other previous days. Seeing a white door coming into view, her right palm shifted forward ready to grab onto the handle. The main door opened automatically, and eyes widened from the small jump scare.
Brown optics watched as a taller ivory-skinned female appeared right in front of her. “ Sorry El’s I didn’t mean to scare you, but -” Hearing the halted words coming out, Elsy curiously raised a brow. “ But what? ” taking a step forward, she noticed the female following her step. Taking the opposite direction to enter, she noticed her fellow friend blocking her entrance. “Um, Quinn I need to enter here.” the ivory-skinned female quickly looked back into the room, the corners of Elsy’s hues got a glimpse, licking the lower brim of her assets.
“Quinn what are you doing?” with a light pushed through, she gently shoved the taller ballet dancer to the side, taking a step forward and walking towards the center of the room. Taking notice of a group of ballet dancers huddling together. With a tilt of her cranium to the side, taking a few steps closer palms reached forward breaking up the huddle.
There it was on the small screen that sat on the chair, live footage of a news reporter in action telling the entire world the news-telling story.
“ Police have finally arrested a prime male suspect in the killing of 10 young girls. Each of the young girls was killed in such horrendous acts that mimic the exact killings that took place in the 80’s by the well-known serial killer Richard Ramirez “ the screen soon shifted in another direction revealing the face that she knew completely being thrown behind a police car as the prime suspect.
“ dad…”
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ELSIE DAY.
GENERAL.
NAME elsie lorraine devane
ALIASES elsie day
AGE 23
BIRTHDATE august 2, 1900
GENDER cisfemale (she/her)
SEXUALITY hetreosexual
STATUS single
ETHNICITY white
NATIONALITY american
BIRTHPLACE riverside, california
RESIDENCE owns an apartment near hollywood and one in nyc
OCCUPATION actress
PHYSICAL.
HEIGHT 5’8”
WEIGHT 97lbs
BODY TYPE skinny
SKIN TONE fair
HAIRSTYLE straight
HAIR COLOR naturally red, dyed blonde
EYE COLOR brown
SCARS several
FACECLAIM anya taylor joy
PERSONALITY.
TRAITS tba.
HABITS tba.
HOBBIES tba.
FEARS dying alone
FAMILY.
FATHER jacob devane (alive; estranged)
MOTHER molly devane (deceased)
SISTER tara devane (deceased)
BROTHER none
EXTRA.
MBTI estp-t
ENNEAGRAM tba.
ALIGNMENT true neutral
MENTAL eating disorder otherwise unspecified, ptsd, alcoholism, anxiety, depression
HISTORY.
elsie didn't figure out why her father was gone all the time until she was ten years old when she nearly died. she was used as bait in one of her father's schemes, a gun to her head. but the gun pressed to her beloved older sister's head went off. elsie escaped, shaking as she wiped her sister remains off in the bath.
she distanced herself from her father. her mother didn't even know. her illness made her unaware of most things. she passed away weeks afterwards.
inspired by her mother, a world-renowned ballerina, elsie started dancing. she loved it. but the environment got to her. elsie was pressured into starving herself. no one noticed how she was suffering until one of her fellow ballerina's woke her up after she fainted. still elsie's eating habits were poor.
elsie acted out daydreams to cope. her father recognized her talent and sent her to a local theater to be in their plays to keep her away. she rose to fame. her father already spent most of his time in la so he brought her along to be in the moving pictures. elsie hid most of the money she made, only giving some of hers to her father because he demanded it.
the moment she turned eighteen, she took off. elsie already secured herself a good apartment. elsie wanted revenge on her father. what better way to mess with a prideful man than to team up with the enemy?
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