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thornboram-blog · 5 years ago

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🕸️ what is going on, because i do not know!! however, i am guessing it is time for the INTRODUCTION of the century, ladies, ladies and gentlemen. i’m laura, i’m in the GMT+1 timezone, i’m in the discord server but it’s always better to hit me up privately because i suck at keeping up with group chats honestly. anyway - you’re here for THORN. have fun!

+ oh yeah, i’ll be the (b)witch who won’t format her text to be small, so whenever you reblog me feel free to do your aesthetic things to my texties.

here’s a quick rundown on boram aka thorn of the hex girls.

━━ ☆ jinkies! i just saw THORN / SON BORAM, the LEE SIYEON lookalike of mystery inc. they’ve always struck me as a little SHORT-TEMPERED, but the others swear that they’re nothing but CARING. in the group, they’re often called the ORPHIC, but it’s great that they bring an air of SMUDGED RED LIPSTICK, THE TOUCH OF VELVET & RIPPED JEANS to the crew. given the recent drama, SHE’S out to prove to everyone that SHE HASN’T MURDERED ANYONE BY ACCIDENT. ( laura, 26, she/her, gmt+1 )

she’s the singer and guitar player of the hexes, incomplete without dusk and luna.

as for appearance, she’s about 170cm, has black hair with differently colored highlights (whatever color she’s feeling like mostly), a tattoo on her ankle.

positive characteristics: supportive, caring, quick-witted, honest, trust-worthy, loyal.

negative characteristics: reckless, spooky, suspicious.

she considers herself as an eco-goth aka she’s into saving the planet and sorting her trash.

can she do magic? kinda. if you really believe in it.

THE ORPHIC – someone who is beyond ordinary, they’re like from a fantasy book or something ; tend to be very mysterious.

background

born in oakhaven, son boram was the daughter to son joohyuk, learned pharmacist and lee minjoo, daughter of a long lost line of wiccan witches.

that’s why she often considers herself to be 1/16th wiccan witch.

since she was a child, she had been a bit odd and different from others, this being the reason why she was often more on the outsider line than anywhere else, separating herself from others.

as a teenager she started to find her musical talent, picking up on how to play the guitar and to train her singing.

however, this was also around the time rumors started to boil up about her – something something about her poisoning the new kid at school with medicine she had stolen from her fathers pharmacy. it was a believable rumor, ruining her reputation and only making her stand out even more in the bad sense.

now being seen as murderous witch, she just played into that more, even enjoying the fact that she seemed scary to others.

after high school, boram never went to college. being from a small village like oakhaven, it just came naturally to her to take over her fathers pharmacy, learning from him.

regarding the mystery inc crew, she’s highly motivated and always up for a good ghost hunt or criminal bust, as long as it involves danger and thrill.

and all while she seems a bit weird, she’s a really nice girl, she’s polite and dedicated to her work, so no worries about that!

aaaand i got a few plot ideas which you can either find on my plot page here or just check them out below ;) (i mean you can also just go through my navi and check out the bio or profile page if you need to! even if the profile one is a bit incomplete hjhjhj) and if you’d like to plot or brainstorm anything else feel free to contact me!

⚡️ nightly hangouts ; if your muse is a night owl like thorn, they might be known for hanging out together during the witching hours. activities can range from jamming out to drinking and partying, causing trouble or maybe reading to each other.

☄️ the curing ; since thorn has been learning from her dad, she has a basic knowledge of drugs and medicine in general. when your muse storms into the pharmacy at an ungodly hour with something like a high fever, thorn struggles with knowing what to do, still.

🌏 traveling around the world ; transylvania? dark tourist? just a backpack with a few shirts and worn out sneakers? it is time to explore and go everywhere and anywhere.

🍂 secret crush ; maybe something that had been going on for a while, filled with uncertainty, but with a step into the right direction things finally go further after just not knowing how the other person was feeling. maybe a cute confession of feelings during a private ball, surrounded by pumpkins and soft rock music.

🍄 cursed object ; behind a shed somewhere, both of you find a small, voodoo-looking doll. huh? why does this doll look slightly familiar and why is there a pin in its heart? (taken by JANGMI)

🔮 the search ; the forbidden little house of the lost witch in the woods surrounding oakhaven had always been in the back of the mind of boram since she was a child. you set out on a daytrip, trying to locate her. while you do not find her, you do find her house and can’t believe what you find inside.

#scooby:intro

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bapyess1r · 7 years ago

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Sum’n Bitch: intro

“Of all the days,” I grunted softly, barricading Sam, Dean, and myself in the priest’s office. “my father’s funeral had to be the day for a demon to turn up.”

“Yeap. At least your family got away safely.” Sam said, placing a large hand on my shoulder.

“But…” I heard Dean say from behind. As I turned, he walked closer and closer to me, his brows furrowed. “Why is it after you? There somethin’ you not tellin’ us?” He asked, suddenly suspicious of me. I felt my stomach flip and I took a deep breath, straightening out my black dress.

“Just one….teeny thing. Literally it’s like…. not even a big deal!” My voice grew higher and higher as I spoke.

“Maya…” Dean spoke with warning. Personally, Dean scared the shit outta me when he wasn’t eating pie.

“I uh...may or may not have screwed over a very powerful woman…. a woman who is kinda like….. the Mother of the King of Hell?” I said, treading lightly with my words.

“Oh great.” Dean groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose before readying himself with a gun and knife.

“Wait Rowena? What business did you have with her?” Sam asked.

“Remember how I told you guys I got sorta like...expelled from my witch school? Yeah um….there is no actual building . I was her student…. Kinda… And what had happened for real was….I betrayed her when I decided to save your lives.” I confessed. I couldn’t word when I was nervous.

“Why did you save us that night?” Sam sat on the corner of a desk, his green eyes urging me to be honest. For once, I felt like I could be but there was a strong demon possessing my cousin’s body banging on the door hard enough to break the wood and we were running out of time. I groaned and walked over to him, placing a hand on his warm face.

“Can I tell you after this is taken care of?” I asked as he searched my eyes for dishonesty. “I promise I will tell you the truth… I’m not what you think….” I whispered, my head hanging in worry that he wouldn’t believe me. He hooked his hand around the back of my neck and brought my forehead to his as he stood, towering over me.

“I’ll listen.” He nodded as his lips hovered over mine.

I exhaled in relief as I reached behind him for the hefty sized bible as went to the stained glass window. I closed my eyes and gathered all my energy, steadying my breathe to align my chakra until the book levitated in front of me. With a strong grunt, I hurled it into the colorful glass until it shattered, revealing the cloudy, pale gray sky. “Let’s get outta here then, shall we?” I smirked as the cold winds blew into the room. Sam smiled at me when he stalked over to the window to climb it. Dean on the other hand, didn’t trust me much anymore. That was understandable. After he climbed through, I hoisted myself up to the window sill and leapt off, unexpectedly falling into Sam’s lengthy arms. I felt my face burn before he put me down.

“W-Whatddya got in the trunk?” I said, trying to play it cool.

“Same as last time.” He smiled brightly as I followed them to Baby.

“And the time before that.” Dean grumbled.

“Oh goodie…” I sighed. The stress of the day was wearing me down.

“Hey…” Sam said softly, placing a warm hand on my arm. “You ok?”

“Yeah, always.” I lied. I wasn’t prepared for this funeral at all. Now there’s a demon possessing my favorite cousin….and it’s my fault…

“It’s not your fault.” He said bending to meet my eyes. It was like he read my mind. I took a deep breath as a small tear fell from my eyes and I wiped it away as quickly as possible. Dean opened up the trunk to the impala and revealed several weapons of choice.

“Pick your poison.” He said in a deep voice. “Maya, I’m gonna give it to you straight. We’re not going to kill him, but he’s gonna get hurt…. A lot.”

“It won’t be permanent damage will it? He plays football…. he’s got a scholarship….” I teared up, trying my best to keep it together.

“We’ll do everything we can.” Sam told me, reassuring me of his safety. I looked around and noticed that I had family members trying to figure out what was going on. My grandma looked confused and my aunts praying and crying… cousins on their phones trying to get help. It was too much to handle and I started hyperventilating, causing the ground to shake.

“Sammy…” Dean roared. My family reacted and Dean held on to the Impala for dear life and that worried me even more-

“Hey, hey…” Sam said rushing to me, focusing my attention to his friendly green eyes. “Relax. Breathe with me.” He coached me through breathing until I felt better and the ground quit shaking.

“Sam, I don’t know what that was-.” I panicked.

“It’s fine. You’re fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.” He said, placing a hand on my head and pulling me into a hug.

“I’m sorry….” I apologized but he kept hugging me and shushing me as quickly as possible.

“Guys, if we’re gonna do this, then we gotta do this quickly.” Dean said cocking a gun. I stared at him incredulously and he just shrugged. “Just in case. Hopefully, I won’t have to use it. But you never know.”

Sam made a face as I frowned, grabbing the red spray paint from the trunk. I looked into the massive hoard that was my family to find my grandmother's eyes. She nodded knowing what I needed to do. I took a deep breath and turned to the boys.

“I’ll get started on the trap.” I said wrinkling my brows at Dean as I walked to the window I just hopped out of.

“I’ll come with you. Sammy, calm down the family. Let me know we’ll handle it. Quickly, please.” I heard Dean say behind me. We helped each other into the room, grabbed a chair for me to stand on, and began to paint the trap on the ceiling above the door. The demon was still banging on the door. ‘Damn… they must’ve sent a stupid one. Am I that unimportant? God, who is that?’ I thought to myself. I was going to taunt it but Dean spoke before I could open my mouth. “You know, we weren’t gonna come today.” He said. I looked down at him and sighed.

“So then why did you?” I asked in annoyance as I continued my work.

“Because you’ve got Sammy so whipped, he argued me down to be here. I don’t know what you think-”

“My father is dead, Dean!” I exclaimed sternly. “You more than anyone should know what the hell that feels like. Look, I get that you don’t trust me, but, dammit, I know what I’ve done wrong and my father is dead now because of it! I should’ve-.... I should’ve listened to you when you told me to stay outta the business….. I should’ve listened to dad when he told me not to go too deep into voodoo and reading crystals and playing with ouija boards…..” Tears fell down my face as I spoke and I choked on my words. Dean sighed, shaking his head.

“Maya-.”

“Don’t worry about it.” I interrupted, finishing the trap. I jumped down and wiped my tears away. Sam stealthily jumped into the room from the window with an arm full of iron chain. He handed some to Dean and held out some for me but I declined. “We won’t be needing those… Rowena taught me her spell that kills demons….” I reached into my crossbody purse and pulled out a hex bag, holding it between the three of us. “We just need to get him to hold it…. or sneak it on him somehow…. If we can do that….I can get him and Chandler goes unharmed.” Suddenly the door that held back the demon splintered. He was one hit away from breaking in.

“Give it to me. I’ll get it on him.” Sam said as Dean moved the chair from the door. The three of us stood a fair distance from the door as possible and the demon broke through the door. I winced seeing my cousins tall and wide body push through the door with ease. But then his eyes flashed to black and I suddenly remembered who I was dealing with.

“Hello, caterpillar.” The demon said with a smirk. My heart dropped. I knew who I was dealing with.

“Dantalion…” I sighed.

“Rowena says you’ve been….very naughty.” He growled.

“Not really in the mood to be kinky after you spent quite a bit of time scratching at a door, Dani.” I retorted.

“Oh come on. You got nowhere else to be. Nowhere else to go…. the only person who understood you is dead.” He said raising an eyebrow. He was toying with me.

“Let me guess, you killed him too?” I was shaking of anger and fear.

“Nah. I was too busy tracking you down. Valac handled that for me. But….who knew….that in killing your father, you’d come out of hiding?” He smirked.

“Sounds a whole lot like luck to me.” Dean spoke. Dantalion turned his head eerily slow to look at him.

“Deanie boy! My, my. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. Alastair misses you.” He said.

“Well, I’ll send him a postcard when I get a chance.” Dean replies in a snarky tone.

“And…. Satan’s prized pony. How you been Sammy?”

“Pretty great since I’m not in a cage with the Devil himself.” Sam replied.

“Yeah but you still can’t get rid of those memories can you? Luci seems to have made quite an impression on you…” I could just see his shit eating grin as he spoke.

“Luci? What- are you and the devil boyfriends now?” Dean joked. I chuckled at that a little bit.

“Maya, Maya, Maya…. I’m gonna need you to come with me.” He said moving forward suddenly stopping. He looked up at the trap and back at me. “Tsk, tsk, tsk…. you know better than that, my love.” He snarled. With that he grunted, causing a splinter in the ceiling and a crack along the trap. He lunged at Dean, holding him by the neck against the wall.

“What happened to not needing the iron?” Dean grumbled as he struggled against him. With very little effort, Dantalion threw him across the room and Sam took that as his cue to go in. With a slick swipe, Sam was on the floor. He charged after me with murderous intent but I wasn’t worried in the slightest. With all the anger I had rising in me, I could pinpoint my energy and adjust it any way I needed to. I narrowed my eyes and snarled before before speaking an incantation.

“Manetè…” My voice echoed. Just as he rose his hand to swipe at me, he became immobilized.

“Oh hell yeah…” Dean cheered, groaning in pain as he tried to sit up. He coughed holding his throat as he stumbled about for a few seconds.

“Maya!” Sam shouted, tossing me the hex bag. I caught it and walked towards him to place the bag in his pocket.

“It was fun while it lasted, Dani…”

“Ma….ya-” He croaked.

“Defigere et depurgare.” I spoke and a shiny blue light shone from his throat before a black liquid oozed out of his mouth. I flared my nostrils in anger as he choked, walking towards him to whisper in his ear. “I hope this is painful for you, you sum’n bitch…”

Chandler’s body dropped to its knees, black goo cascading onto the carpet until he passed out. Immediately, I ran to his body to check his pulse. I sighed in relief when I felt a small thump against my fingers. “Oh my god!” I exclaimed holding his large body.

#supernatural #supernatural headcannon #supernatural headcannons #supernatural imagines #supernatural poc #supernatural reaction #sam and dean #sam winchester #dean winchester #sumnbitch #supernatural fanfic #sam winchester x oc #dean winchester x oc #fictober18

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esmahrelda · 6 years ago

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Mumma[z]ar's Inner City Getto Zoo; A Carnival Of Courage:

Way before dawg Beats hit the streets, in a faraway land, a land that’s a mess, the roo’s found a joey they wanted to possess. A “book”, so they called it, was not as it seemed. The roo’s said it was a journal, but never conspired shit, only dreamed. It haunted the joey, who thought it was a hit, and he never knew of a life outside of it, filled with roo’s and a mistress’s carnival of carnage on the outside too, so this little joey had a mission he had to pursue.

The joey was a roo, in the Ringmaster’s zoo, the one that never wanted his dreams of the dark carnival to come true. The mongrels, who live on the land, wanted the carnival to be dark, and it was all but unplanned. The poor little joey knew the book by this lady, and wanted to make the mongrel’s carnival embark from here to Haiti. The journal that made the zoo ruined was why, all things go dark at the carnival, and never say good-bye.

For the mistress that wrote down, all the scary thoughts of a clown, used sex as a hex to haunt all the joey’s roo’s in every town. The joey knew why he never needed to cry, for the loneliest little lady, who was like a Riddle-Box, that he was always asking why. This lady’s the mistress, the one who’s a tilt-a-whirl, with a carnival world, made up to inform you of a scary young girl. All for the joey and his family there at the zoo, that the mongrels made up, for the young girl to make true. The zoo told the joey to beware of the mongrels, and stick with the roo’s, but the joey said “Fuck that, the carnival needs to collect their girl’s dues.” The roo’s said, “She’s dead! The mongrels are only a nightmare in your head!” Then locked him up in the zoo, for what he just said, waiting for the mistress from whom the cards need to be read.

Since the roo’s made the joey conform, carnage ruled his dark carnival that the mongrels made into a storm. But those roo’s were just some assholes in uniform dodging their own conscience because of the Great Milenko. Waiting to catch the mongrels in a swarm, like border jumpers from Mexico. Like bees the mongrels colonized their own con carnival events, setting up honfor’s and circus tents. Through the Book of this little lady, a mistress in distress, this little joey envisioned it and made it all something to impress. He saw it all, an endless saga, or story unforetold. That the mongrels, soon would stop their storm, and go back to their ways of old. With a bang-pow-boom they made their presence known, unknowingly well, put under a spell, the little joey couldn’t even tell, “We’re in Hel.”, it wasn’t the roo’s it was another, that knew the carnival was carnage, only a storm could cover. A wizard of the hood on Hallowicked, with the forgotten freshness, and a hatchet rising for the mongrel’s unforgettable dark carnival full of surprising and an eye over all for enterprising.

In this faraway place, a place so confined, you would have to think you’re that lady, just to be defined. When being a joey is indirectly refined. If big silver’s your name then sticking is your game. So the joey followed his dream, by the book he found, that the roo’s couldn’t cover, instead fill with broken sound. From what had fallen in that faraway land, arose a great dream come true to discover, but a real nightmare to the roo’s that they couldn’t stand to uncover. The mongrels had fought as Jake and Jack Jeckel and played for keeps, and had one back their book, and their joey, with all his carnival family of creeps.

But the saga continues, and it gets bazar, bazar, when I tell you again about the young lady from afar. Was she dead or alive? Was this book from an archive? Where did it come from? And how could this joey show her that her dreams will thrive, and he could still survive. From what he read, and saw between the lines, brought to life a new thought for the mistresses’ sign’s. The joey wanted all the roo’s at the zoo to fuck the fuck off, because they were crowding him so much he could barely get a cough.

The story the joey knew about a dark carnival, was all just some little lady’s nightmare, and it was all but abominable. He wanted this mistress to help him understand, that somehow all things can go __[faygo!]__, even the unplanned. But that was the catch, which way do they go. If I chose one path the joey thought he’d hear no, then what happens to the path unchosen, will I travel faster than the speed of light or will time remain frozen. One’s said to lead you straight into a pit, the one pit of Hell, you have to admit. The second path leads to a place known as Shangri-La, or maybe it was a young woman named Kayla-Ra? What happens when you choose the paths less traveled, or the ones yet to be made? If you get to the end, is there a way you can trade? That’s up to the Wraith, he can fake to take or forgive to let live. It’s up to you and what you do, so do as you please but remember, like the joey, to appease.

He looked up into the night sky where he howled at the moon. He thought it was funny when he heard the cry of a loon. “They sound so sad, but what happened so soon”? His never ending cycle of questions made him a maroon. Was he talking to someone, or maybe asking them what they think. He thought he caught a glimpse of this shining gypsy mistress, and couldn’t even blink. There was defiantly something that had to be done, something this joey couldn’t tell no one. Not a soul, old or new, no not one in his zoo, especially a roo. Signs pointed nowhere, as he strayed from the path, just to get one second with this mistress of wrath.

He paved his own way through hell’s pit, remembering the wolves and dealing with it. Using whatever he could find, to move through Shangri-La, trying desperately to leave not one soul left behind, like this mistress Kay-La. He hesitated, then with a sigh, he looked up at the moon and heard the wolf cry. Why, oh why, he seemed to care less, that he was a mongrel and just had to confess. His difference grew and from that he knew, that the dark carnival will last forever, and he was always a mongrel, never a roo. He wanted to find the one lady that wrote that book, so he could tell her about which path he took. On his journey he finally found this lady mistress, and didn’t like the fact that she was actually his baby in distress. There was only one thing she wanted the joey to know how to do. He had to grow the fuck up and fight back, for all of you. So the whole time this mistress in distress was no girl or lady, she was nothing more than a little female baby, a baby that just needed help learning how to grow, so joey is not a dog, Hel no! He’s a full grown kangaroo, but still a “mongrel”, so you knew, “South-West” lovers, voodoo.. Booga! Boogie woogie WOO!

I guess what they say about that “joey’s” true. Back yard wrestling just ain’t for, who? There’s not just one average Joe, Hel knows, there’s two, of the Insane Clown Posse, I.C.P., Psychopathic Records, or just the little one you all wish to see! It’s me, it’s me! I’m not just a Bay bee.. I help, The psychopathic rydaz from outter space, the dark lotus pod, Baby, IN YO FACE! Woop, Woop! WOO! WOO! Joe and Joey are the Kangaroo! A.B.K.’s the Killa, and Edé is, how do you do!?

<3Kk ©

#Psychopathic Records™

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