#Violet Goodfellow - Crack

[wwaestheticskatiestclaire]

Katie St. Claire had made a habit of watching her world die. The dreams she’d had the previous night were no different, but she naively hoped it would just be another dream. She scowled into the cold of the night, staring at her ceiling of frost covered branches. She took a deep breath, then another, soothed by the warm touch of her boys cuddling into her. She turned her head to look at Kyle, he seemed so peaceful in his sleep. 

In her dreams, it had been the opposite. She dreamt of a crack in reality and a long fingered hand clawing its way out of it. There had been a smile that stretched too wide across an almost human face and eye like a kaleidoscope that glittered with devilish glee as it picked up Kyle. It reminded her of that painting of wild eyed Cronus eating his young. 

She turned to look at Peter, as she carefully pried herself from underneath his and Kyle's arms. Peace  had placed itself across his face, but unlike Kyle’s this was a peace that had settled like the dust from rubble of a demolished building; Peter had cried himself to sleep again. 

“Shit,” Katie said under her breath. “He's been getting to you again, hasn't he, Petie?”

Gently, she kissed his forehead and tucked him in closer to Kyle. “Keep him safe for me, Starman,” she whispered as she began carefully getting up. It was unlikely he had heard it, but it warmed her heart when he pulled Peter closer. 

Then more flashes of the dreams. A maelstrom of space-time against the backdrop of nothingness, like an infinite web of spider webbing cracks in a never ending mirror. Peter cried her name in desperation as he fell forever into the endless void.

“I need to go for a walk.”

She took a deep breath of the crisp forest air, the sharp coldness of the winter frost already dissipating into the wet tones of spring. She closed her eyes to take it all in. This place had magic in its bones. It wasn't just the way the seasons changed as capriciously as the elves that called these woods home. It was the way it whispered to her, stoking her emotions from dying embers into a bonfire of feeling. But unlike her boys, the whispers weren't nearly as tempting.

“Boys,” She said, cocking a hip out and gesturing to a nearby tree. “Can’t just talk about their feelings. They gotta bottle it up and let a forest uncork ‘em. Am I right?” 

She winced at the Forest’s reply; a crippling silence that chilled her far more than the frost ever could.

“Tough crowd.”

 She continued to mutter under her breath and put on her boots as well as the piecemeal armor they had made from materials of the four different worlds they'd run to before this one. She carefully draped the violet colored cloak she'd stolen over her shoulders and gingerly pulled the hood low over her brow. She stiffened at the crackle of a branch underfoot, her palm aglow with purple flame as it aimed at the sound.

A child emerged from the woods, his ears were only slightly pointed and his impish face more humanly round than the jagged angular look of his kinsmen. His chlorophyll green hair and his crooked smile made the half elf look as though he were a plant turned into a human. Despite his appearance, Robin Goodfellow- Puck, to his friends- was one of the most powerful mages ever to have lived. 

“My lady,” he said quietly with a low bow. “I heard you enjoyed yourself last night.”

She pursed her lips. “I did, Puck. Thanks.”

His eyes twinkled humorously at her. “I heard you enjoyed yourself several times last night.”

Her lips twitched in faint amusement; despite his youthful appearance, Puck was one of the oldest people living in Broceliande. Had she not still been reeling from her dreams, she might've even laughed out loud at her mentor’s joke but she just wasn't in the mood.

“Uh oh,” Puck said. “What's wrong?”

“It's just the dreams again,” she replied.

“Uh huh. So, would now be a good time to tell you, you've got a visitor? Or should I wait?”

She shook her head. “Who the hell is it?”

Puck’s smile faltered, and for a split second the mischief in his eyes belied a sensation she'd never seen mar the half elf’s face; For the first time ever, Katie saw fear in Puck’s eyes. 

“Another Sealbearer. Knows about your dreams, stripped my wards. He says he wants to talk. Says he’s got a solution to your problem.”

Katie stiffened, she'd been dodging Sealbearers ever since she learned about them by accident from an old bookseller with the red beard, or more specifically from the book that Peter had stolen; the same book that haunted her dreams, whispering even louder than the forest ever could. It had predicted a faceless man would come and threaten her boys; It had promised he would kill them. So she decided to take them and run. 

“And what did you say?”

Puck smiled, but this time there was no humor in it. “What was I supposed to say? I said you'd talk to him.”

Katie flinched, her words more caustic than she had planned for them to be. “Really? No bargaining on my behalf?”

His eyes narrowed at her. “Contracts require a fair exchange of power, and a fair exchange this is not.”

Katie scowled at him. “...If anything goes wrong…”

Puck cut her off. “Nothing is going to go wrong. This time.”

“But if it does…”

“It won't.”

“BUT If IT DOES.. ” She paused, taking a deep breath. “...You get my boys out somewhere safe, okay?”

“I will see what I can do, but you can't run from him. He's… Em’Rhactn Fo Ed’tha.”

Katie's mind translated the Na’gramas tongue automatically and she winced.

'Merchant of Death. And if he's a Sealbearer, the title is probably literal.'

Puck smiled wanly. “Fortunately for you, he's actually here to help this time.”

She shook her head. “And what if I don't want his help?”

“You will.”

“But if I don't?”

“You need his help.”

“They're just dreams, right?”

Puck shook his head, his smile gone. “Dreams are never just dreams. Not even the fun ones where you can fly or are embarrassed because for some reason you’re pantless before The Oberon.”

Katie raised an eyebrow.

“The point is,” Puck continued. “Especially in Broceliande, Dreams are prophetic. And with the ones you've been having, you need all the help you can get.”

She sighed, annoyed that he was right, but utterly certain that this was something that would come back to bite her.

“Lead the way,” She told him, after what felt like the longest heartbeat of her life.

Puck nodded and clambered for a hidden ladder made of rope like vines and down the shaft of the stout ironwood tree that they'd made their home inside. She vaguely remembered Puck’s explanation about how he had a whole bunch of these across the forest to avoid becoming prey during his people’s hunts. She felt it ironic, that it hadn't mattered; She'd still become prey. 

It felt like forever, but they finally made it to a tunnel made from the branches of several willows carefully knit together.

At the far end of it, stood a young man her age with a cocky smirk and dark eyes hidden beneath a broad brimmed hat, his face was so indistinguishably ordinary that he might as well have had no face at all. The trench coat was well worn and dusty, with patches of both cloth and chainmail.

“Hello, Cousin” Corvus St. Claire said warmly. “I hear you've been having bad dreams. I can help with that.”

Katie didn't understand why Puck was so afraid of this man.

“Who are you?” She asked, confused. “What do you want?”

“We'll get into what I want later, little miss Tinkerbell, but as for who I am, well, you can call me Mr. Hand.”

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“Wow, you look tired.”

“.......”

“Alright, fine. Good morning, Brother Castor. Will you need holy service today?”

“Yes, Sister Violet. I must confess my failings. Alone.”

Violet led the templar to the confessional and took to the other side, sitting down. She hadn’t taken confession from a templar before. That was usually Sapir’s job. She sometimes wondered what kinds of secrets she held as a result. It would be her first time to hear something like that. She lead the short prayer done before the rite and signaled for him to start. “You were up all night again, Brother Castor. Did something happen?”

“I have failed my holy duty. I sought out an abomination of nature and underestimated it horribly. I pursued it throughout the night and it only made a mockery of my efforts. The beast’s lifeless eyes taunting me the entire way. I should be beyond such a base monster. It is our duty to rid the world of such things... Even through the streets of Aurora no one dared speak to me of its whereabouts.”

“Wait... There was a chimera all the way up there?”

“This was no chimera. This was something far worse- a monster of human creation that stalks the streets free of any master. We are meant to abhor the idea of an artificial lifeform but somehow Ciar gets away with these pre-programmed abominations. Then they have the gall to let one loose in the city. Their sins will be cleansed, mark my words, Sister.”

“....You were up all night chasing that lost Tacos ‘N More animatronic?”

“And failed to destroy it. Will Creation see fit to forgive my transgression, Sister Violet?”

“Yes... Yes I think you’re off the hook. It’s not like you let a chimera escape and kill someone. Just... try to consider your approach? Ask yourself why you did that and whether you need to. Remember your verse: Decisions made from doubt and suspicion will only lead to suffering.”

“You speak wisely, Sister Violet. I must free myself of doubt to know that my path is holy. I will clear my mind and ensure that my next hunt for that monster is successful.”

“Wait, that’s not what I-”

“Thank you for renewing my conviction. The next time we meet, you unholy creature, you will be felled by my hand!”

[teamoliv-archive]

Violet kicked and swung her whips into the air, creating a flurry of attacks at nothing in particular. She wasn’t paying attention to any of the things around her, clipping a few things around her. 

[lord-puck-of-the-fae]

Rules: fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.

[Gonna do all three characters here because I can! ^^ ]

@lord-puck-of-the-fae​

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS : 1. Mischievous 2. Pride 3. Anger 4. Foolish 5. Piety

COLORS : 1. Bronze 2. Red 3. Violet 4. Gold 5. Black

SCENTS : 1. Metal  2. Leather 3. Meade 4. Elm 5. Blood

SOUNDS : 1. A blade being sharpened 2. The cracking of a campfire 3. A bar fight 4. Autumn leaves crunching 5. Crickets

CLOTHING : 1. Cotton and wool 2. Bronze and leather armor 3. Long chain pendants 4. Black sports bras under white tank tops 5. Waistcoats

OBJECTS : 1. A bronze short sword 2. An amethyst pendant, flawed 3. A gold circlet 4. A black ring 5. A violet pansy

VICES / BAD HABITS : 1. Drinking 2. Picking fights for the fun of it 3. Forgetfulness 4. Impatience 5. Insensitivity

BODY LANGUAGE : 1. Crouching over from high points 2. Open shoulders 3. Feet up on the chair 4. Balancing on things that are not meant to be stood on 5. Low center of balance

AESTHETICS : 1. Deep, old forests with knotted trees 2. White canvas tents on open fields 3. Brick English cottages covered in creeping vines 4. An open-air forge 5. Neon shutter shades and a ‘sun’s out, guns out’ tank top

SONGS : 1. “Scarborough Fair”, Simon & Garfunkel 2. “I Write Sins Not Tragedies”, Panic! at the Disco 3. “Binary Sunset”, John Williams 4. “Opus 61: Number 2, L’istesso tempo”, Felix Mendelssohn 5. “Never Gonna Give You Up”, Rick Astley

@forever-his-ariel​

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS : 1. Grief 2. Anger 3. Depression 4. Resigned 5. Resentment

COLORS : 1. Sea Green 2. Blue 3. Black 4. Silver 5. Violet

SCENTS : 1. Ocean  2. Salt 3. Cold 4. Ozone 5. Petrichor

SOUNDS : 1. The tides 2. Thunder 3. Cracking 4. Sonar 5. French Horn

CLOTHING : 1. Silver crown, tarnished 2. White sea cotton 3. Pearls 4. Suits without ties 5. Flannel

OBJECTS : 1. A braided rope necklace 2. Sea green sea glass 3. A silver trident 4. Polished amethyst 5. A copy of T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land

VICES / BAD HABITS : 1. Wrath 2. Isolating himself 3. Overly formal manners 4. Nail-biting 5. Lack of communicating

BODY LANGUAGE : 1. Casual leaning 2. Sitting on top of tables and bookshelves 3. Crossed arms 4. Unnecessary genuflecting 5. Hand on his chin

AESTHETICS : 1. Deep water coral mazes 2. St. Elmo’s Fire 3. Libraries made of dark wood 4. Storm clouds illuminated by lightning 5. Bioluminescence

SONGS : 1. “Full Fathom Five”, Ralph Vaughan Williams 2. “Pompeii”, Bastille 3. “In Dreams”, Howard Shore 4. “King of Pride Rock”, Hans Zimmer/Elton John and Tim Rice  5. “Stormy Weather”, Elisabeth Welch

@mavros-goodfellow

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS : 1. Fear 2. Resentment 3. Anguish 4. Anger 5. Loss

COLORS : 1. Silver 2. Black 3. White 4. Grey 5. Violet

SCENTS : 1. Ink  2. Pine 3. Ice 4. Old texts 5. Iocane powder

SOUNDS : 1. Oboe 2. Curtains in the wind 3. The Joy of Painting 4. “I didn’t do it for him.” 5. The ringing after an explosion

CLOTHING : 1. Silver and amethyst circlet 2. Silver and black robes 3. Three-piece suits 4. Capes 5. Silk and satin

OBJECTS : 1. An ornate rapier 2. Daggers 3. A china tea set 4. Vials of poison 5. A Venetian mask for a sun costume

VICES / BAD HABITS : 1. Bottling up his anger/emotions 2. Sarcastic remarks 3. Poisoning people 4. Paranoia 5. Self-destructive behaviour

BODY LANGUAGE : 1. Posturing 2. Fluid motion 3. Open hands 4. Steepled fingers 5. Hand under his chin

AESTHETICS : 1. Winter nights 2. Starry skies 3. Abysses 4. Steel blades 5. Art Nouveau

SONGS : 1. “Rotten to the Core”, Descendants 2. “Into the Unknown”, Over the Garden Wall 3. “Don’t Fear the Reaper”, Blue Öyster Cult 4. “Nox Aurumque”, Eric Whitacre  5. “Dream”, John Cage

Tagged by: no one in particular, but I saw it on @goodliest‘s blog Tagging: @unelectedofficial, and whoever else wants it! :)

[teamoliv-archive]

@echoesofblck​ from Crack Starter Call

“Hey, Cat! I want you to meet a friend of mine.”

Sapir gently waves with a hesitant but friendly waggle of her fingers.

“Cat, this is Sapir. Sap, this is Catalina, my friend and co-host!”

This quickly shifts to a look of confusion and slight concern.

[teamoliv-archive]

@team-kobe​ from here

“Well then, allow me to explain! We start by taking your profile. A little bit about you, what you’re looking for, your likes, dislikes, your interest range, and then we use my scientifically proven soulmate equation to find you your perfect match!

“Let’s start with the basics so we can get rid of all incompatible variables. Let’s start by narrowing things down by your “musts” first. What in a partner do you absolutely have to have?”

[teamoliv-archive]

@teamvnla​ from Crack Starter Call

“Darnit, where did it go...?” Violet fumbled around on her hands and knees searching the floor for something.

[teamoliv-archive]

teamvnla:

“It’s only a beach.”

“Nava you’re from Mistral, not everyone lives on a waterfall or by a beach, especially not in Atlas.”

“Well if makes any difference, we could plan another day for both our teams to go.”

“Oooh! Yeah, that sounds like fun! I can never get these guys to go anywhere!” Violet siddles up to Nava. “Also there’s at least three guys on our collective teams who I understand on good authority, by which I mean us, who look quite good with their shirts off.~”

“Where did you come from!? How do you keep doing that?”

“Also if I catch anyone staring at me I’m going to chuck them into the sea.”

“Not going to lie, coming from anyone but you, that’s kinda hot.”

“That’s enough with the casual fraternization. I don’t care of you’re joking or not, I won’t hear more of it or it’s an extra round of laps with the morning exercises tomorrow.”

[teamoliv-archive]

Onyx begins making angry growling noises that doesn’t want to admit is killing his throat right now.

“Uh... Onyx, should you really be doing that?”

“Okay, okay! Lye, go calm down your boyfriend!”

@teamvnla​

[teamoliv-archive]

Looking For Love Interview Call

“Hey there, all you lonely lovebirds out there! Want some romance to break out the new year? Well you’re in luck because we’re calling for fresh interviews for our hit public access TV show!

“We’re looking for all those intrepid souls hoping to put their name out there and look for their true love! Please, send you messages to me or my cohost Cat at @echoesofblck​ through the mail with your name and “Soulmate Interview” and we’ll get your interview going!”

“Also, for our convenience, please send them one at a time unless you want to be interviewed all at once.”

[teamoliv-archive]

@teamvnla​ from Violet Starter Call

“Alright, which one of you did it!?”

[teamoliv-archive]

“You’ve been staring at that present for a while.”

“I was going to get Belladonna something now that we’ve met back up with her and it turns out she cut her hair. So... these ribbons and brush aren’t going to be that useful.”

“Give it to her anyway. Just trust me.”

“But it’s useless now.”

“Oh for the love of- Blake! Lapis has a gift for you!” @sometimesshattered​

[teamoliv-archive]

"Soulmate Interview" Kashmere

“Hello there ladies and gentlemen, this is your lovely host Violet Goodfellow here and welcome to another episode of-!

“Our next contestant is a bit of an enigma wrapped in a mystery sprinkled with a little bit of adorable naivete! He might not have all his memories but that just means more space to make new ones with you!~ Please welcome Kashmere...

“Uhh..... wait... Did you seriously forget your last name? Ah well, camera’s rolling. Cat take this part out in post.”

“Kash, why don’t you tell us about yourself and what you’re looking for in your special soulmate?”

[teamoliv-archive]

"Can we nominate another teammate for the 'Soulmate Interview'? Poor Oeric needs some love in his life. Mind setting him up with someone," Krystal asks.

“Well you’ve come to the right place! Look no further than our resident love experts here on!

“Today with us we have Oeric Hemacovel and ladies and/or gentlemen he is every brooding know-it-all fantasy you can come up with all rolled up into one adorably angsty package! Can you be the one to crack the rough exterior? Let’s find out tonight on Looking for Love! Oeric! Why don’t you tell us about yourself?”

[teamoliv-archive]

"Soulmate Interview" Van Marigold

“Hello there, ladies and gentlemen, I know it’s been a while but let’s welcome our newest contestant to...

“In Remnant’s number one public access dating show people from all over join us in our studio to find their soulmate! Stay tuned, this one might be the one for you!”

“Next up on our list is a real catch. Top of his class in combat training, hotter than a bonfire, and totally rocking the ‘bad boy’ attitude, say hello to Van Marigold!”

“So, Van! Tell us all about yourself. What are all the our lonely viewers missing without you around?”

@teamvnla @echoesofblck

[teamoliv-archive]

“Alright everybody, it’s almost midnight! Everyone get your drinks ready and the most important part, the midnight kiss!”

“Won’t we need people here who aren’t us? I mean, I’d hope so.”

“I have a feeling Goodfellow’s got a plan for it.”

Onyx shrugs and takes a drink. It didn’t matter to him so long as things didn’t get out of control.”

Midnight kisses for muses are being accepted when the clock strikes twelve!