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inthezoyne · 2 years

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Journal three entries with captions part three:

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Scampfire

These spider like beasts pose as campfires, then spring to life when you get close. They like to eat campers, marshmallows and beans, but will feed on pretty much anything combustible.

Can be doused with water, but will hiss.

Kill Billy

Feral, fanged, glowing-eyed hill men that will suck your blood and steal your overalls! These may be the beings responsible for the cursed outhouses.

Communicates through grunts and ham-boning. When you hear bluegrass music, run for the nearest convenience store. They can’t get in. (No shirt, no shoes, no service)

Soothsquitos

Their bites spell out dire messages for your future, except they’re frequently misspelled! I was told to “BATCH OUT FOR WILL,” which, as far as I can tell, is utter nonsense!

“Steve”

Never actually seen its face. Covered in moss and mushrooms, hides in the forest, big enough to pick up my car and eat it. (Which it did! Years ago!) My theory is that this is some species of tree-giant.

Older than the town itself! It’s legs look remarkably like trees, and considering how many lumberjacks are nearby, that explains why it’s such a recluse.

I tried to communicate with it by speaking in low tones through a megaphone, but it threw a deer at me, and so I decided to leave it alone. I call it Steve because it acts like a Steve.

The invisible wizard

Don’t believe your eyes? Good. You don’t have to! This bizarre sorcerer is completely impossible to see with the naked eye. However with night vision goggles, I was able to get a brief glance of him trying on my suits in my closet. (He later turned my goggles into a bat)

POINTY HAT!

With a hat like that, he must be a wizard. Look at that ridiculous thing!

Piercing blue eyes, chiseled cheekbones could be a model if he wasn’t invisible.

BELT OF POTIONS

These must be what he drinks to stay invisible, and possibly to teleport through time. I don’t know where he’s from, but judging by the smell, I’m going to say it was a time when they hadn’t yet invited showers.

How to get rid of him? I may need to find another wizard to perform a “WIZZORCISM.” (More on those in journal 2).

The Abominable Bro-Man

What I would have given to find an actual yeti or Bigfoot! Instead, the only Cryptid I’ve discovered in local peaks is this obnoxious soda-swilling ape-beast who can only say:

“bro,” “righteous,” and “chill sesh.”

I assume he ate a hiker and stole his frayed baseball cap and cargo shorts, and has since started emulating him.

Barf Fairies

Unfortunately, exactly what they sound like. Had to wear a plastic poncho to study these in the wild. It’s possible their vomiting is a form of communication, but I didn’t stick around long enough to find out. Whatever it is they’re eating, I need to watch out for it.

Leprecorn

A disappointment to unicorn enthusiasts and leprechaun hunters alike, these giggling freaks of nature are found near rainbows and boxes of sugary cereal with colorful marshmallow shapes.

I was searching a nearby field for four-leaf clovers to use in a luck experiment when I encountered this… specimen. He said,

“TOP O’ THE MORNING TO YA!” and then proceeded to chew on my sideburns.

I picked him up by the horn and threw him as far as I could, but he trotted right back!

Their horns are musical and play a constant loop of “Danny Boy.” It is VERY IRRITATING. Gold coins fell out of his beard. I pocketed a few, but later discovered they were plastic. Everything about this creature is FRUSTRATING!

I shudder to think how such a horrific being came into this world. (Although for the record I will state that actual Unicorns are just as annoying.)

Stomach-Faced Duck

Some creatures in Gravity Falls inspire awe. Others inspire “AHHHHH!!!” I was immediately disturbed when I witnessed a flock of these malformed mallards swimming together in the center of the lake.

I purchased a duck whistle at the bait shop to see if one would return my call. Indeed he did. But when his mouth opened, I could see his intestines and other vital organs! it was horrifying! Although anatomically quite fascinating.

I quickly lost my appetite and turned over my crackers and sandwich to the birds, who were happy to finish them off. One might make a good pet. That is, if you could over the whole visible-intestines thing.

Question Quail

owls say “WHO.” These birds say “WHERE?,” “WHY?,” and “WHEN?” known by their black question markings. Perhaps cousins of the Apostro-Finch and Exclamation Parakeet

Cowl

Part cow, part owl, Lays milk filled eggs. Calls “M-HOO.” Even more of a paradox than its cousin the “Parrot-Ox”

Hawktopus

Too stupid to study.

Woodpecker-pecker

A miniature woodpecker that gets its meals by pecking bugs out of the back feathers of regular sized woodpeckers. May have a Woodpecker-pecker-pecker on its back. (Need microscope to investigate)

The Bottomless Pit

I want to “get to the bottom” of this mystery. But it seems impossible! This “Mobius Pit” seems to somehow impossibly loop back in on itself. Many that things are tossed in are eventually tossed right back out. But SOME things never return…

It is nearly impossible to predict what will return and what won’t. There are no discernible pattens in terms of time of day or weather conditions. Of course socks never come back. Junk mail almost always does. Ironically, nothing seems to get lost on Friday The 13th.

The speed at which things return also varies, but experimentation has taught me that if something does not return within twenty-four hours, it never comes back.

DO NOT THROW SOMETHING IN IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN!

One day I may have the courage to leap in out of curiosity. Although I might find myself on a plane of existence that I am not ready to handle

(or just waste twenty-one minutes telling myself stories to myself to keep entertained).

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Comments:

I love how Stanford is just like, yeah this is too stupid to study, ANYWAYS THIS WOODPECKER WITH A TINY WOODPECKER ON ITS BACK THOUGH!!? Low wisdom high Intelligence.

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#captioned journal 3 #journal 3 #gravity falls #Stanford pines #Ford Pines #bastard (affectionate)#Ford: batch out for Will??? that’s nonsense #Bill: yeah totes #cw: body horror #cw: emetophobia #ford dealing with the leprecorn is hilarious

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thestudyofself · 3 years

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My plan to become the local cryptid witch (I prefer "Mage" but that's Irrelevant).

Buy a plot of land that's wooded and some distance away from other homes but no more than 30min by bike from one specific small town (need to be able to sell your wares at the weekend market)

Build a cabin, cottage, or victorian mansion with either a whimsical, feral, or creepy aesthetic (I'd personally like a feral cottage)

Set up ritual areas all around the property with homemade statuary, tree groves, fire pits, fountains, moss, and whatever else you think would benefit the feel of these spots and dedicate each to something of your craft/practice

Plant herbs around trees in the woods and mark the trees with cryptic signs, but make it look purposeful, and actually collect from and tend these mini gardens.

Put a rugged barbed wire fence around the property but gap the wires so teenagers can still craw through.

Make masks to wear around the property, while gardening and foraging. And wear face paint or make up when in the ritual areas.

When shopping or at the market dress how ever you like (I like hippie and punk) but always get dodgy when someone asks where you're from

Setup a creepy wooden mail box at the edge of your property but never use it (get a POBox and handle your mail on the weekends)

Make a point to volunteer in town regularly, and learn names (never know who might trespass in the woods)

Never wear the clothes your wear to town at home, and wear a cloak with your at home clothes

Bike everywhere but have a car for long trips or know someone in town who can give you a lift to the bus park

I'm personally gonna do it living zero waste and off the grid (biofuel generator, solar panels, and/or (creepy) wind turbines)

HALLOWEEN: go to town as "the witch from [address]" during regular outings, then spend the 3 nights of Halloween mostly outside, working and celebrating like only a witch can.

#witchblr #witch #witchy #local witch #cryptid #local cryptid #cryptid witch #chaos #chaotic

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neopronouns · 3 years

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Hi do you know of any genders related to nature or forests?

under the cut!

angiogender: a gender influenced by angiosperm flowers

bacchugender: a masculine nature-related gender

countrycoric: a xenogender related to countrycore

dasoboy: a gender that is 75% masculine and 25% related to pine forests, moss, wet ground covered with leaves and pinecones, and the feelin of comfort with your own being connected with nature

dirtcoric: a xenogender related to dirtcore

dryagender: a form of agender that is connected to an empty forest

ecogender: a gender defined by one’s relationship to their local ecology as a human rather than to interactions between humans

erbagender: a xenogender that’s animalistic and otherworldly with a connection to plants

firmagender: an earthly gender characterized by calmness and stability. related to land, soil, ground, etc

fleuric: a gender that’s soft, passionate, and related to flowers/nature/earth in some way

fructgender: a gender related to fruit

genderale: a gender beyond human understanding that is mainly associated with plants, herbs, and liquids. a natural, organic, and relaxing gender. only for plantkin/foodkin/etc

genderbloom: a gender influenced by flowers

genderfleur: an aesthetigender centered around softness, pastel colors, flowers, and the like

gravlaeix: a fluid gender that is linked/connected to the earth/rock elements in some way

herbgender: a gender related to lowlands and sometimes rivers and the sky. it feels grass-green and sky-blue, free, calm, and open-minded in nature

kafean: a xenogender related to the color brown. could be related to soil, soul, depth, the ground, roots, drinks, trees, leaves, autumn, etc

lividusian: a slightly ambiguine gender related to lavenders, meadows, animals, light rain, mist, and/or fog

naturaefluid: fluid between nature genders

naturecoric: a xenogender related to naturecore

ouygender: a gender related to trees and wood

radigender: a strong gender that feels connected to the earth

sunigender: a gender connected to the sun and sunflowers

tenebric: a gender that feels cold and dark and smells of moss and nature

wolfsbanegender: a nature gender that is generally a shade of purple. it’s poisonous, yet very beautiful.

worlgender: a gender that feels connected to earth and its nature

forstiric: a gender reminiscent of and/or related to a forest during a storm. this could be aesthetic, or more metaphorical, with this gender experiencing difficulties and parts of it potentially ‘bending’ or ‘breaking’ without the entire gender being fully destroyed

boneic: an aesthetigender linked to bones in forest brush, particularly during rain. could have been formed by ‘collecting’ genders that fit this aesthetic, in the way one collects bones while they explore a forest

carmensilgender: an unaligned gender that feels like being alone in the woods with headphones on, at fluctuating levels of volume at different times

forestcoric: a xenogender related to forestcore

forestinfernal: a gender that is related to forests/woodlands and aligned with hell

crystalforestgender: a gender associated with both crystals and forests or that is easily described by both crystals and forests

genderforestis: a gender that feels like an open forest. can be connected to fog, and may be ‘thick’ or ‘cloudy’ at times

mazeplexgender: a gender best described as a dense forest or maze that is easy to get lost in, and hard to navigate or pinpoint a specific locatio nor gender

radyrine: a gender related to swedish forests, caribou, elks, mosses, lichens, and rocks that feels warm and quiet

rainforestian: a gender related to the rainforest, heat, flora, fauna, and happiness

silvafoginix: a gender that feels like fog over a forest

skogine: a gender related to cold, rainy and foggy forests, and rains. feels isolated and covered

skogurgender: a gender related to forests and the animals within them

loggean: a gender that feels old and grand, related to wood, the forest, and pine trees specifically

silvaeric: a gender visualized as a misty forest, which may have a connection to elves

silvasolum: a gender that is like an ancient forest with the sun slowly filtering through the brances

hrofnalt: a gender carrying themes of rot and decay, ravens and crows, and being deep in a forest

hrofnalta: feminine hrofnalt

hroftnaltr: masculine hrofnalt

hrofnalti: neutral hrofnalt

hrofnalten: abinary hrofnalt

erntic: an autumnal gender that is comforting, warm, and snug. it’s connected to cloudless, chilly autum nights, late autumn rain, and autumnal colors. feels calming and cozy like an autumn-colored forest

gendernuma: a gender connected to wet, woody and green places, such as a swap or a river within a forest, and feels as though you are a cryptid living in the places

caligigender: a gender that’s dark and related to crows and the forest at night

oceaforesvir: a masculine naturogender that’s tied to the forest and the ocean

decidugender: a gender related to temperate forests and cool weather, insects, snails, autumn days, long hiking trails, and a little bit of mystery

forestic: a xenic alignment to forests

#gender lists

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lesbianechinocereus · 3 years

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Nobody’s Saviors

Premise:

Adoracion “Adora” Narvaez is the daughter of Lumina City’s [note, find a better city title] most esteemed priest and magician, Emmanuel Narvaez. To use magic in Lumina at all is to discard one’s body and take on a powerful second form. This second self is called the practitioner’s form, and requires a degree of self-understanding in order to master its abilities. The Church presiding over the city claims that this can only be done safely by those it licenses. According to them, all unlicensed practitioners eventually forget their humanity and become irreversible monsters that must be put down. But when Adora finds working with the underground magician circle known as Camp Nowhere, she’ll need to learn just what it means to be a monster if she wants to survive.

Setting:

Lumina is a vibrant port town on the West Coast. People from all walks of life gather at Lumina, from worn down dockworkers to CEOs that never seem to leave their business towers. Lumina’s biggest draw though is it’s status as the center of the Church’s magic operation. Priests and other licensed individuals flock from all over the world to train in one of Lumina’s prestigious chapels. The city isn’t always safe though. Underground practitioners are always out to copy the Church’s secrets, and are known to wreak all sorts of havoc. The local government regrettably lets the Church pretty much run Lumina, since the only way to deal with a rogue practitioner is another practitioner and the city’s attempts at setting up a magic academy have seen little success so far.

Camp Nowhere is a safe haven for unlicensed magicians. People who find themselves involved with magic without a license often find their way to Camp Nowhere without even meaning to- it’s name comes from the fact that Camp Nowhere is both everywhere and nowhere. One person finds Camp Nowhere in an abandoned hospital, another finds it in the alleyway next to their apartment that they never looked too closely at. People looking for Camp Nowhere, especially license bearers, never find it in all their lives. For unlicensed magicians who would find themselves arrested or worse by the Church, Camp Nowhere is probably the safest place you can be to learn to master your practitioner’s form.

Characters:

Adoracion “Adora” Narvaez is the adoptive child of Emmanuel Narvaez. Adora has never quite found it in her to agree with the Church’s line of reasoning on a lot of things. She’s also never really had the chance to be her own person outside the church’s strict guidance. Raised to be a magician from birth, she only manages to get a hang of the practice by chance during a moonlit walk to clear her thoughts. Camp Nowhere mistakes her for and unlicensed practitioner and picks her up, but she never finds the heart to leave or report herself kidnapped. Instead, she finds their ideals speak to her and becomes their newest apprentice.

Father Emmanuel Narvaez is the priest for a suburb in Lumina. He had the chance to be a bishop, but turned it down to stay close to his community. As a respected magician, Emmanuel is known as both a community leader and someone who clashes frequently with rogue magicians to keep the city safe. His devotion to the Church and its doctrine is absolute, and he will let nothing, not even family, get in the way of what must be done. His practitioner form is a giant flaming bull, with four eyes on either side of its body and massive human arms in that extend in place of its horns as well as great wings of flame.

Brother Gabriel is a deacon and magician finishing his studies under Emmanuel. Ever since he started training to become a priest, he has been Emmanuel’s right hand man. Gabriel has little taste for speeches and preaching, preferring to visit people directly. He keeps a watchful eye over the community, seeking out and hoping to resolve conflicts before they get out of hand. Many people in the Lumina suburbs have been visited by Gabriel personally. His practitioner form is constantly shifting between countless humanoid shapes and can even steal the appearance of others, but is given away by the plain white mask it always wears instead of a face.

Mr. Fairchild is one half of the leadership of Camp Nowhere. Little is known about his past aside from that fact that he used to travel the countryside and is responsible for more than a few cryptid sightings. He is a mild-mannered gardener who provides for many of the people at Camp Nowhere, but is best not mistaken for harmless. His years of experience with magic mean that many people who find Camp Nowhere end up studying under him. His practitioner form looks like a tall man with elongated limbs, but the limbs are just more of the vines that branch and grow from its main body. This form can disguise itself easily, pretending to be moss or grass or the roots of a tree.

Perdita is the fire at the heart of the Camp Nowhere. While she has no ill will towards the Church or any government body, her obsession with getting magic into the hands of as many people as possible has made her a lot of enemies. She believes that magic is safe for everyone, but only if the world itself is made a better place for its residents. Her practitioner form isn't exactly known, but is rumored to have something to do with Camp Nowhere itself. After all, the shadows in Camp Nowhere are clearly alive and the last person who thought they cornered Perdita watched her fade into the dark shadow of a nearby building

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philomenafm · 4 years

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(NATALIA DYER, DEMI GIRL) - Have you seen PHILOMENA CARMICHAEL? PHILLY is in HER/THEIR SOPHOMORE year. The WILDLIFE SCIENCE MAJOR is 20 years old & is a TAURUS. People say SHE/THEY are WHIMSICAL, PATIENT, APATHETIC and UNPREDICTABLE. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CONCEALED MURDEROUS EVIDENCE (JAMES. 21. EST. THEY/THEM.)

ive done sm switches bt. she is the one. she is the one i love. trust me. ples. this is an old intro n im frankly. too lazy 2 read it bt. i love her a lot shes very good please like her

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

wildflowers in your hair and bare feet against moss, binoculars and maps, madonna beating out of half-dead speakers in a half-dead van, whipping wind, jumping off cliffs and rolling down hills, a bandaid wrapped around each finger, cryptic bumper stickers and cryptids in the woods, facing the sun and letting the rays hit you, counting stars late into the night, dancing naked in the woods with nothing but fire to light your way, mismatched socks and lucky ribbons, hoarding a box of special treasures, shoplifting and diner-dashing, bleach against roots, pink sweaters paired with ripped fishnets and slip dresses with knock off uggs, willingly wearing crocs, glitter stickers, fungi and feeling one with them, lying down and decomposing, they’ll find us in a week. they’ll find us in a week.

basics.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th, 2000

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

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favorite song: wonderfully bizarre, bendigo fletcher / we can be defined by the things we want / i’ll be a life full of free haircuts from the one that i love / we’ll collect fallen out teeth in a candy jar / mice for the backyard peregrine falcon reservation.

background.

a middle child belonging to christopher and imogen carmichael - two stanford professors. christopher specialized in british literature whilst imogen specialized in the classics. hence the name.

the order of siblings goes as such: lysander, elektra, juno, philomena, and twins orion & valora. the deal was that everybody had a greek (or in juno’s case, roman) first name and a middle name inspired by a piece of british literature circa 1800s and under. a family of nerds, if you will.

so, clearly - right off the bat, their parents are … eccentric. they’re both in love with their respected topic, and with each other, and with their kids. the carmichael family is a happy family.

they each have their own quirks and whatnot - though philly’s always been particularly dreamy - even as a child, she’d spend hours watching clouds or caterpillars or the leaves blow in the wind rather than play with other kids. she wasn’t a shy kid - she just had her own interests.

hardship doesn’t hit the family until philomena is five and starts having splitting headaches. they’re slow at first - but as soon as she’s seeing spots and unable to walk in a straight line, doctor appointments are made.

it doesn’t take long for them to discover the tumor, though the official diagnosis of malignant ependymoma comes a month later.

it’s grade ii but slow-moving, small enough to not be as much of a threat as worried, but big enough where removal is necessary. philomena earns a scar and brings it in for show-and-tell. for two months afterwards, philly’s at radiotherapy monday through friday.

they’re lucky - philomena’s considered cancer-free by the next year. she’s babied at first - handled delicately, as if she could break if touched - but with five other children … it doesn’t last for too long.

and life continues as normal.

her personality doesn’t shift much over the next few years - she’s awfully independent for a kid, and awfully quiet - when she speaks it’s about faeries and bigfoot, about how the sky is so blue and if you listen quietly, you can hear the leaves whisper their secrets to each other. this is not odd.

she’s close to all her siblings, but she idolizes her older sister - elektra. elektra’s six years older and dyes her hair whatever colors she wants. elektra bought a knife off a seedy guy downtown. elektra threw away all of her heels and renounced god. elektra is god. her music is loud but it’s not heavy - it’s florence and the machine.

they’re opposites - elektra’s boisterous and feels loudly, philomena’s softer and feels…less. when elektra sneaks out, philomena keeps watch. they are a duo.

philomena is smart - but she’s fifteen and hates school. hates sitting inside all day. hates the same routine - day after day - it’s all the same. her parents’ routine is the same, philly feels contained and she wants to live.

elektra’s twenty-one and just bought a brand new spanking (used but not falling apart) 19-something volkswagen … van - using her entire savings account. she says she’s tired of routine, she’s leaving the next day.

naturally, philomena stows away in the back and isn’t discovered until they’re two states away and she’s got to pee. elektra nearly crashes the van in shock.

it’s an argument - philomena vs. elektra, then them vs. their parents, then their parents vs. the school, the state - it’s an ordeal. philomena switches to an online program in the end.

it hurts christopher and imogen - lysander’s not having any of their nonsense, juno’s betrayed and alone - the twins are twins. in the end, it’s alright. the carmichael family is a happy family.

philomena and elektra take their time - it’s not a road trip, it’s their new life, permanently on the road. they stop and explore often - they do odd jobs in whatever town they settle in. they dine-n-dash, they shoplift. they survive in their own way.

during particularly desperate times, they two resorted to identity theft & credit fraud - getting away with it only by ditching the cards once they’ve made it out of state.

she drops out of high school officially when she’s seventeen - they have to drive all the way back to california to deal with the wrath of their parents and to deal with paperwork, but it’s done. philomena doesn’t know what path she wants in life - but it’s not that.

it’s during this time that the episodes occur - philomena’s outside her body, philomena’s wrapped in cotton, her memories are not her own. she’s looking in the mirror and she doesn’t recognize herself. they take shelter in a city for six months, long enough for her brand spankin’ new therapist to figure out what’s wrong with her. she’s diagnosed with depersonalization / derealization disorder - they think it’s stress. philomena doesn’t get stressed. they think it’s trauma. she laughs - she never laughs.

there is trauma though, deep-rooted but somewhere inside - you just have to look for it.

you. just. have. to. look. for. it. look for it. look for it. look for it look for it look -

you were ten and she was thirteen, an off-trail hike in familiar woods in a familiar town, safe and familiar. it was your idea, to stray from the carved out paths, down creeks and up hills and round, and round again. you’re the one who spotted the scarf first, sticking up from the dirt and dancing in the wind like the beginning of reincarnation. it was not reincarnation, it was discovery. it was ruin. with curiosity drawn, you skidded down - with compliance, followed juno, followed your sister - clumsy in her steps and tumbling down quicker than you. you saw the corpse, but juno felt it. decaying flesh and maggot.

and she left juno, just like that - just five years later, when juno had finally gone to the end of her wits. philly up and left. abandoned her.

philomena and elektra leave the city after that therapy session. they do not return. she’s always been good at hiding her secrets.

three years later and her parents want philly to have a higher education - desperate for it, really - worried for her future. it’s a battle that she loses, getting her ged and applying to a local college in florida in shameful compliance.

they’re there for a year until philly gets (expectantly) expelled from the community college & the two of them are banned from the town they’d residing in up until that point. they don’t talk about it - but boy, was it one hell of a time.

they found refuge in preaker, a town that seemed to suit them well - it suited elektra’s desire to travel up and down the east coast, and it intrigued philomena enough to the point of her being content with staying. soon after, philly officially transferred to yates for her freshmen spring term & theyve been here since.

(whenever anna brings cillian uh. he’s in here too he’s been traveling w them fr like 3ish years. i just cannot rewrite atm KDSGLSDKLGKFGHLKSL bt hes here. n hes sexy. n we love him. bro3tp)

OH. hey yeah the secret. errmm. tht’s on cillian. philly just hid the evidence. no they didnt kill someone yes they did no they did not <3 yes

personality & facts.

she’s quiet but she’s confident - her voice sounds like rustling leaves, if leaves smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.

often underestimated - philly’s petite and looks like she’d fall over if a plastic bag blew too close to her. she’s independent - for the most part. elektra is the only person philly takes orders from.

has always been considered odd - weird, strange. still talks about the trees as if they’re listening, as if they’re old friends. she’s vague and doesn’t elaborate on the things she says.

believes in pretty much any superstition you throw her way. luck is very important to her. if you ask her if the earth is flat, she’ll say probably. believes strongly in bigfoot and the lochness monster. has personally seen aliens, and loves ghosts almost more than herself.

she can be amusing - whether you ‘get’ her or not, her outlook is often bright - she talks about the negatives the same way she talks about the positives. can be seen as naive or gullible, but she’s plenty smart. even if half of her education has come directly from google.

philly doesn’t laugh. a smile, yes - often, in fact - not always reaching her ears, or bearing teeth - but these are not indicators of her happiness. philly is consistently content. she thinks many things are funny - she still will not laugh.

her voice is often monotonous - she doesn’t sound dreary, she sounds far-away. her voice carries. her emotions are often unknown to others.

is apathetic in most situations. she’s hard to bother - she’s incredibly patient and enjoys the company of most - tolerates them at the very least. it’s hard for her to express her emotions, because she feels them so little that it’s very nearly not worth it. her affection is not verbal - it’s small touches and gestures of kindness, love in her own way.

is a fan of knock-knock jokes and bad puns. she won’t crack a smile while telling you them, nor does she expect you to laugh. she just enjoys them.

she owns a motorola razr covered in puffy stickers - hasn’t ever had a smartphone. she’s a fan of emoticons. her favorite is :o)

has a lot of bruises and scratches and scars - she’s often getting herself into pickles. there are always, at the very minimum, three bandaids on each hand.

she has insomnia, so she’s awake often. is often seen wandering town - even when she shouldn’t be, even when it might be dangerous. her intuition is delayed. when she does sleep - her dreams are vivid and fantastical.

keeps a box of memories - sentimental bits and pieces she’s picked up over the last few years. there are a lot of buttons and postcards, but any teeny tiny object will do.

her style changes every week - most, if not all, of her clothes are thrifted. one week she’s baby spice and the next she’s lydia deetz. she combines pieces from different styles often - she looks like a barbie clothed by a child. she feels most comfortable like this.

will either patch-up the clothes that get too worn or reuse them in some way. sometimes donates the clothes she gets tired off - isn’t minimalistic, but she’s learned to keep only a small amount of possessions.

the only consistency is her lucky ribbon - it’s pastel yellow and silky and as thin as a shoelace. she ties it onto her outfit of the day, everyday. if she loses it, she’s lost. elektra has a matching ribbon (& so does leo fowler eyes emoji)

has no problem with minor theft - she only takes bare minimum, puts herself and elektra first and that’s how it’s always been. she tries to be good while in preaker / yates - would hate to be forced out by mobs with torches and pitchforks

currently living in calloway while elektra stays in their van, florence - sometimes philly stays there during the weekends.

they used to live in motels on the occasion, the cheapest room, and more often than not they’d both go home with strangers for a comfier bed and a hotter shower.

it was a common occurrence - she didn’t sleep with them - but somehow, she weaseled her way into their homes anyway. has come out mostly unscathed, on most occasions. this has been a practice ever since they’ve been on the road.

really, truly - has not slept with anybody, had her first and only kiss at thirteen with a frog. this doesn’t bother her. edit: her first & only kisses hv been w leo fowler. this is important

will consume anything you put in front of her - isn’t picky.

listens to whatever they’ve picked up along the way but she likes instrumentals the best. her second favorite genre is 1990′s and 2000′s top hits. they’re nostalgic for her. third favorites? florence, of course. fleetwood mac. the bird and the bee.

loves storms - will go out in the rain and will risk her life for it.

owns a pair of roller-skates and is often skating rather than walking. unless she’s on grass - then she’s walking barefoot.

has many hobbies, and gets bored of them often. her favorite hobby is welding. she’s not certified.

also, juggling.

also, accordion.

the kind of girl who’ll do any job you give her. odd jobs are her favorite jobs. babysitting is her least favorite - but she does it anyway. has lost children before. have they ever been found? not by philly.

dyes her hair blonde often and cuts her own hair - bangs included - finds it cathartic, likes the itchiness of bleach.

everything she does is often in pursuit of feeling free, alive, and meaningful.

( like her frequent visits to the woods, late at night when the moon is high and full. it’s freeing to dance around a fire, stark naked in the cold. builds immunity )

comes and goes wherever she pleases, nothing & nobody can stop her. she knows to respect nature. exudes natural trust energy <3 dont know wht tht means but

the trust expands to animals as well, she has a certain knack for getting them to like her. has too many ‘pet’ rats that reside with her, alongside a baby raccoon & a few crow pals. has a new animal companion everyday, but she doesn’t contain them or force them to stay. edit: she hs a tabby cat named pail, now. named in honor of her mother, bucket.

leaves her window in calloway wide open because of this, because her window is conveniently right besides a tree with sturdy branches. good for animal smuggling, sneaking in and out, hiding, etc. etc. world is her oyster.

though her room in calloway is ??? frankly a mess ??? already ??? usually keeps most of her possessions in her memory box but she’s also turned her room into a mini labyrinth of knick-knacks. very cozy, but very nest-like. think of howl’s room from howl’s moving castle.

wanted connections.

how did you get in here ;; someone whose room she perhaps crashed at late at night, mysteriously. she refuses to explain where she’s come from. she’s gone before you wake. they could literally not know her at all she’s just sleeping halfway under their bed like <3 thank you <3

ma’am this is a wendys ;; someone who sees her constantly <3 doing outlandish shit <3 bc lets b real. shes weird. shes a weirdo. why do u think she wears the same hat everyday. (she doesnt wear hats often) anyways. they probably dnt even like her? just think shes very strange?

im literally going to dissect you ;; someone who. wants to figure out philly. pick at her brain. wear her shoes. kind of in the same category of above in this general like. ur fkn weird. bt they wna figure out why <3 they wna play therapist <3 jokes on u she hates therapists

liddle thief in the night ;; someone who has caught her stealing. or dining n dashing. either/or. perhaps both. she steals a lot :/

oh like. friends n stuff ;; of any closeness. ppl she talks 2 conspiracies with, ppl she goes on late night walks with, ppl she explores with, ppl she steals with, ppl she smokes with, etc. etc. ppl who bring her out to parties cos they like her funky little ways when she gets drunk n tries to climb atop everything <3

thts nice. anyways ;; this is fr like. literally anything unrequited. philly doesnt like <3 a lot of ppl <3 In That Way. so its basically just. ur muse thinks shes very neat n she thinks ur muse is very neat bt platonically. she doesnt do hookups or anything n if she does i tend 2 like. run purely based off of chemistry even with. most of her connections in general.

uuhh. anything ;; HLKDGKSDLKGHLKSFDSHGKFD i nvr rly hv a lot of connections up fr philly bc shes like. a very unpredictable muse n i think its usually better to just. throw her in! n see wht happens! we cn still plot obv n come up w some fun things bt fr the most part shes very organic

#yatesintro #cancer tw #trauma tw #death tw #dissociation tw #maggots tw #murder mention

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「natalia dyer & demi girl」⇾ carmichael, philomena, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she/they are a taurus and 20 years old. she/they are studying wildlife science, living in noland and can be whimsical, patient, apathetic & unpredictable. when i see her/them i am reminded of the gentleness of decomposition, dancing naked around the flames, and whipping wind in your hair. ⇽「james & 21 & est & they/them.」

here’s my second !! baby child i love a lot ... much kinder ... a bit odd .. love of my life ... a classic ... a favorite ..

TW CANCER, TRAUMA, DEPERSONALIZATION / DEREALIZATION DISORDER ( ALT. DISSOCIATION ), DEATH, DECAY, MAGGOTS.

aesthetic.

basic info.

full name: philomena brontë carmichael

nickname(s): philly, phil, mena, etc.

b.o.d. - april 20th lmao !!

label(s): the amaranth, the halycon, the neophyte, the wanderer, etc. etc.

height: 5′4″

hometown: woodside, ca

sexuality: demisexual !!!!

pinterest ( & her family pinterest b/c they’re my most developed family uwu)

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inspired by: luna lovegood (harry potter), orla mccool (derry girls), cassie ainsworth (skins), alice (alice’s adventures in wonderland), amelie (amelie).

biography.