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06/01/2020 02:04 PM 

usagi's awakening!

she’s alone when she awakens - eighteen in the dingy little apartment that she shares with mamo and mina - not from the warm daylight now seeping through the cracks of her blinds, but the weight of luna’s paws pressing firmly into her chest. if this was an ordinary day, she would brush her off with a gentle prod of her fingers, but a strangely familiar cry of ”usagi, wake up!” yanks her from her dream. before she fully rises, she swears that luna is the one saying her name and on an ordinary day, usagi would be imagining things. luna would blink up at her and mewl, maybe even nuzzle her small head against usagi’s cheek. however, today is no ordinary day, and luna places all of her weight onto her front paws, shoving them into usagi’s chest.”usagi, wake up!” she growls, and usagi’s eyes snap open - wide and full of horror - when she quickly realizes the voice is coming from beneath her chin. her first reaction is to yell, to shoot up into a sitting position and press her spine into the headboard with her knees pulled to her chest in a chaotic display of self-defense. consequently, this sends the indignant talking feline into the center of her bed and usagi swears she sees sorrow flicker in the crimson of luna’s eyes. her first instinct is to clutch at her pillow, her throat constricting in horror at the realization that her cat is. . .talking to her! “you. . .” is all she can muster, her mind a cacophony of this can’t be, mamo's going to think i've lost my marbles!luna wastes no time and offers no explanation. instead, she breathes out a sound akin to a sigh and shakes her head almost mournfully. ”i’m really sorry i have to wake you, usagi, but mamoru’s in danger. . .harvard is under attack,” and the crescent moon that stands out so stark in contrast to luna’s dark fur illuminates in a burst of cosmic light, blanketing usagi in a warmth much different than that of the afternoon sun. usagi’s memories come back to her in waves; her fairytale dreams and nightmares saturated in sacrifice claim their place in her extraordinary reality.she remembers being fourteen and called to fight as a champion of the moon in an unfinished, prehistoric war. she remembers mamo diving in front of her, remembers him falling to her feet with a blade buried in his gut, remembers him spitting up blood and begging her not to mourn for him. she remembers a wish - a plea to the moon for a normal life, even if it means not being together, even if it means not knowing the truth. mostly, she remembers waking up in boston after following mamoru to college with different memories of befriending minako and dragging her to america. she remembers her other friends, who are now an ocean away, with no recollection of her.as countless years of memories become marred with what if’s, mamoru’s in danger! is the thought that pulls her into focus. she’ll mourn the loss of her normal life later, will argue with luna and artemis quietly in the living room over what this means for the rest of them once mamoru is safe and sound in their bed.for now, with tears in her eyes and terror in her heart, she wordlessly kicks her legs over the side of her bed and fishes through her nightstand until her fingers finally curl around a neglected brooch buried under a hoard of random trinkets. yesterday, she’d tell you she couldn’t remember how this piece of junk came into her possession. today, she holds it up in the air and channels its power like it’s all she’s ever known.

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05/31/2020 11:33 PM 

Whispers of the Past ft. HIRAETH

Wynter

05/31/2020 10:58 PM 

Desired Connections/Plot Bunnies

Desired Connections Plot Bunnies Ex Girlfriend. - Wynter met Muse B when she was on holiday in California. She fell in love with Muse B and the two began a long distance relationship. Deciding that she wanted to be with her girlfriend more, she moved from England and settled down with Muse B. However, after Wynter cheated on Muse B, Muse B broke up with Wynter and the two have not seen one another since. Half-Siblings (x2)  - Wynter has a half sibling from her mother and a half sibling from her father (both concieved during affairs), though they were raised by the other parent. Wynter knows about them but has never met them Best Friend - Wynter and Muse B have known one another for a long time. They are both models and have been on countless jobs together. Wynter had a really tough time and was bullied by other models, but Muse B was the constant support that she needed to get through it. Best Friend - Wynter and Muse B met when Wynter moved to the United States and have been friends ever since. She is her escape from reality and one of the most down to earth people in her life. Enemy - During the first trip that Wynter made to the U.S when she was 18, she had a summer fling. The only problem was, he already had a girlfriend, but she didn't care. Muse B found out about her boyfriend and Wynter and before Wynter left, they got into a fight which turned physical. They hadn't seen one another since. Friends with benefits - Wynter and Muse B have always had a solely physical relationship, but that doesn't mean that things haven't crossed a line once or twice. Toxic Ex Boyfriend - She wasn't always the nice girl she is now. Wynter and Muse B used to be together, but her jealousy and bitchy attitude towards any girl who gave Muse B attention tore away at the relationship. They used to fight and f*** more than anything else, but one night after she had been out partying with her friends, he went out and slept with someone else. She turned up at his apartment in the early hours of the morning and found him in bed with someone else.     

Christoph

05/31/2020 09:13 PM 

Unexpected Encounters | Open Starter

UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTERS  Nah, f*** you man. F*** outta’ here with that sh*t.”Waving off the man with a scowl, Christoph turned back toward the bar and continued to swear under his breath. Black-booted feet kicked up a bit of sawdust off the dark hardwood floor with every shuffled step amid a sea of idle bodies. As he passed a group of yuppie-lookin' young 20-somethings Chrishoph cast a sideways glance at the beers in their hands and the laughter that spread from mouth to mouth like a fast-acting air-born contagion. For as long as he’d been coming to this bar people like them had slowly been taking it over night-by-night in droves of pastel dress shirts, high-waisted jean shorts, and layered open flannel button-downs. Fewer locals came through anymore, pushed out by these fresh college grads and NYU students that had somehow discovered one of Christoph’s regular haunts.F*** ‘em.Christoph’s shoulder collided with one of the men and he barely turned back to offer anything more than an unforgiving shrug. More upset with the growing stain over his breast pocket, it took the young man a few extra moments before he thought to look around for the man that ran into him. Fortunately, a few moments were all Christoph needed to pull up the collar of his leather jacket up above his neckline and disappear back into the shifting crowds that filled the dimly lit space. .After a few strides and one more glance over his shoulder Christoph confirmed he’d lost the group and changed course to take up residency on an empty bar stool just as a couple pushed signed check across the bar’s polished wood countertop. In a swift motion he pulled the black leather jacket from his shoulders and draped it over the empty seat next to him at the far end of the counter. It wouldn’t hold off people for long, but it was worth the hassle in case his ex-girlfriend managed to show after all or a more eligible lady came around looking for a seat by herself. Drumming his fingers against one of the woodgrains in front of him Christoph couldn’t decide which he’d prefer. Either way, the trap was set; now there was nothing to do but wait and see where the night would lead.Previously hidden under his jacket as a strong contrasting color, Christoph’s vanilla-yellow button-down now took front stage and screamed for attention with an array of black, white, blue and orange floral patterns. Hanging from the V at the center of his chest was a pair of matching orange tinted gold aviators that had long outlived their usefulness now that night had overtaken the city. For as much as he knocked on the millennial crowd that filled his bar, many would probably be forgiven for mistaking him and his slicked back crop of hair as part of their ranks. Maybe not by him, but certainly by any casual onlooker at the very least. .Taking a moment to lock eyes with a familiar bartender and give the man a curt nod of his stubbled chin Christoph was already fishing a black leather trifold wallet from the back pocket of his equally dark jeans. Two fingers flashed in the air followed by a single finger once his nod was returned and the wallet returned to his pocket one twenty-dollar bill lighter. Within the next couple minutes there were a pair of amber-colored shots alongside a tall golden hefeweizen. Reaching for a shot first Christoph tilted his head back and raised the short glass to his lips in a single swift motion. A later start to be sure, but one Christoph wasn’t about to squander.The twinge of smoke bit at the back of his throat behind the burn of cheap well liquor even after the second glass was emptied and thrust down against the counter. Exhaling, Christoph grabbed for the frosted pint next and turned his attention upward toward the deep wood racks stuffed with bottles of every shape and labels peppered with dozens of different color and fonts. His eyes continued to climb past the chalkboard next listing out the current beers on tap and ultimately settled on the exposed rafters overhead. Polaroids, pen-scrawled notes, small mementos, and other snapshots of lives recent and old filled the space. Decades of history overlapped to create layers of stories that would never be told or remembered, but still managed to weave one unifying tapestry anyone could appreciate. Cold beer filled his mouth while foam pooled against his upper lip and he searched for his own contribution. It felt like a distant memory now loaded with plenty of conflicting emotions, but for all the pain it brought him he couldn’t bring himself to cut it completely out of his life. 

Starter, Romance, Exes, Sample, Bars

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05/31/2020 09:08 PM 

Coming Home.

“Hi, Mum.” Molly stood at the door with wide, teary eyes as she stared toward her son, Percy, who left and betrayed their family, but now appeared at the doorstep with the suitcase he left with in hand.It was clear to the witch, her son had finally come home.Life in the Burrow had not been the same since Percy abruptly took his leave after a fight with Arthur, and the way in which he departed - not a goodbye or an ‘I love you’ or a ‘this will not be forever’ - without even turning around to face Molly as he stormed out of the kitchen and Disapparated away?It broke the matriarch.Molly didn’t blame Percy in the slightest for his abrupt exit - the way Percy and Arthur ended things had been anything but loving let alone civil. She understood, but it didn’t mean the manner in which he chose to go didn't infuriate her, and it didn’t mean she agreed with his decision.She would not change her children.No.Molly would not treat her children the way her own mother treated her and Bilius, but it didn’t mean she had to agree with their decisions, and to be quite honest, she agreed with every word Arthur stated when Percy tried to defend his promotion and position.Fudge proved time and time again, he could not be trusted. He proved to be nothing but a power hungry coward, afraid to stand up for what was right and true - all in fear of losing the title he’d earned himself over the years.He Who Must Not Be Named had returned - whether Fudge chose to believe it to be true or not.Harry wouldn’t lie.Dumbledore wouldn’t lie.All of the facts were staring the Wizarding World directly in the face, and Fudge refused to believe the truth.Percy made a deal with the devil, and it would only mean horrible things to come for not only him but the Weasley’s as a whole. . . and that’s exactly what happened.Percy behaved foolishly in his decision to turn against his family and take the promotion. He allowed his pride and need to prove himself to get in the way of his relationship with his family and their safety.  * * * Flashback: The day Percy left.Molly, with her wand in hand, was in the bedroom she shared with Arthur frantically and magically dusting and folding clothes and doing anything she could not to burst out of the room and dash down the stairs in order to stop the fighting between father and son.She was a stubborn, strong-willed woman, who didn’t take orders well from anyone ever, but she and Arthur were a united front - she would not go against her husband in the middle of a scolding - especially one which held such importance.The only reason she stopped her cleaning and stepped out of their bedroom was because she heard hushed laughter and name-calling coming from the hallway.Molly stormed out of the room and quietly (but with no less ferocity) scolded Fred and George for daring to do such a thing when their Father and brother were having a serious conversation. Not to mention, she knew how sensitive Percy was, and there was a little voice in the back of her mind screaming, YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE HIM! She shooed the boys into their rooms, but not before they released their jabs down the stairs.Molly was furious with Fred and George, and she quietly swore they would pay for what they said.It wasn’t long after she forced the twins back into their rooms and made her own way to her own, that she heard the slamming of Percy’s door from the floor above.Molly made her way out of the room once more and quickly up the stairs. Something deep within her shouted, Check on your little boy! There was an air in the home like there had never been before, and as she knocked on the door and entered, she saw Percy packing, causing her heart to sink to her stomach.She felt as if she was going to be ill. What happened in between the room and the back door where Percy took his leave was very much a blur, but all Molly could remember as she tried to grab his suitcase and chased her boy down the stairs was: STOP HIM! STOP HIM! DON’T LET HIM LEAVE! Molly lost her brothers to the war, she never had a close relationship with her mother, and therefore after leaving home, she even lost most contact with her father.Bilius married and had a life of his own, and though he was the most of whom she saw throughout the years, he died before she got the chance to even try and become closer with him again.There was only Molly left in the Prewett family, and mark her very words, whilst there was breath in her lungs, she would do everything in her power not to lose anyone else in her life again, especially her children.She would never forget reaching the door and following Percy outside, only to be left standing there as the light Popping sound rang in her ears when her son disappeared.Molly stood in shock and disbelief as she stared out before the property of the Burrow.Her chest began to rise and fall, and her legs became jelly as she tried to will herself to move . . . but she could not.Percy was gone.It wasn’t until she felt the familiar hand of Arthur resting on her back, and his voice saying in what she knew to be a somber tone for him, “My dear. . .” that she finally turned and crashed into him, releasing her sobs into his chest.She gripped the front of the robes he wore and cried. “He’s gone. . .”Arthur said nothing. He wrapped his arms around Molly, and the two stood together at the back doorway in silence.  * * * No. Life in the Burrow had not been the same, but as Molly stared at Percy, whom she hadn’t seen in quite awhile, all she could do was step forward and wrap her arms around him.She stood in the same spot in the back doorway where she had been when he left all of those months ago, held her son, and praised Merlin he finally returned home.It wasn’t long after, Molly broke free from the embrace and examined Percy up and down, taking note of how very different he appeared now.He was far too thin, and he looked exhausted and aged - not in the way one does as they are maturing through life.No.He looked much older than he actually was in years, and it only begged her to question: What had he been doing all of those months whilst he was away?It saddened Molly, but instead of giving him grief, she decided to go with the more softer, motherly approach.Of course she remained angry with him for leaving their family. Of course she wasn’t alright with the pain he put her and the others through. . .She could yell and scream, but what was the point of kicking a dog when he was clearly down?“Come inside, dear.” She took his suitcase from his hand and turned. “Come inside and have something to eat. You’re far too skinny for my liking.” Another pause, and the witch drew her wand with her free hand and waved it toward the kettle already resting on the stove. The eye flamed as it turned on. “This is what happens when your mother isn’t around to make sure you’re eating.”Molly took Percy’s belongings and placed them down by one of the many cupboards in the kitchen.The kettle whistled moments later, alerting it was finished. This was one of the many beauties of using magic to help with cooking. It was far more efficient!Molly, who was now rummaging through the fridge, waved her wand once toward the stove to turn off the eye, and again, followed by an inward ‘Accio!’ to one of the many mugs resting on the shelves.The mug followed command and leapt from where it sat and flew across the room. As if she knew her mugs and how they traveled when summoned,Molly shot up from behind the door of the fridge with a carton of fresh eggs in one hand and a wrapped slab of bacon between her teeth. She caught the mug with her free hand.With a kick of her boot to the fridge, the door closed and Molly made her way over to the stove.The eggs and bacon were placed on the counter, and the mug was filled with tea. She brought it over to the large wooden table in the middle of the kitchen and sat it down.“Have a seat, dear. It’ll be breakfast for supper this evening.”She didn’t know why Percy returned, and though curious she may have been, in this very moment she didn’t care.All that mattered to Mrs. Weasley was her son was safe and had returned home.




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