ravenshour

[ravenshour]

i want to apologize for disappearing. this has become a low activity blog. meaning im not abandoning Jamie, but he is not on a high priority for writing so things will be a bit slow. i'll be dropping some threads and only answering a few things from here on out until the muse has particularly struck me. i'm sorry, this is what happens when i have six blogs + being in the process of making two more. i know i could very easily do a multimuse and stop myself from making blogs, but alas, im not good with multimuses, i tried. anyway, just a heads up. im not gone. im just low activity. you can find me on any of my blogs on my pinned.

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i lied. i disappeared and didn't do anything here. i promise that'll change. i don't want to abandon Jamie.

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i burnt myself out writing on every other blog that i have. i'll be back to do things here tomorrow. hopefully i'll have the motivation to write.

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"left foot begone!" he says, laughter in their voice as he points dramatically at their left foot. "you will not be missed!" okay, truthfully, they would most definitely miss their left foot if it disappeared, but you know what? he'd do anything to meet Nessie. so if that's what it required, then so be it. he would manage just fine, thank you very much. he'd just get a cooler, much better left foot. or something like that- who knows. grinning, they're pleased with her reaction about the pin, his face lit up like a christmas tree. for him, getting his Nessie pin was just like christmas. "i can ask my friend if she'd make you one. she's really open ta gettin' commissions." he says, pleased. "and it'll help boost her shop if a celebrity such as yourself were to wear it. it's her only source of income. gotta help her out somehow!" they're always willing to help out his friends.

more laughter spews from the witch as he's hugged, wrapping their arms around her and hugging her back. he's more than happy to indulge in the embrace as they speak. "perfect! do you want to go now? i'm more than willin' ta record right now if you are!" he blushes at the compliment, though they're also pleased that she seems to think his company is enough. no one's ever said that before- it makes them happy to hear.

"No left foot but can say you pet the mystical Nessie? Fair trade off! Imagine if she gives you kisses when you pet her! Stories to tell!" She squeals, bouncing on her heels. Its rare she meets someone who bounces off her silliness well, so for him to do it so effortlessly? She loved it! When he directs her attention to a pin, she looks at it with a soft gasp, starstruck gaze. "Oh my goodness shes so cute! I want to get one as well, that is precious!"

As he began to weigh the options for the podcast, she happily nods. "Yes that works perfectly for me! I love that idea! The idea of my fans watching the podcast then seeing the livestream in their notifications? They would go wild!" She chirps, giving him a hug, gently swaying him. "No no I love the idea of hanging with you alot more than monetary value! Your company is enough!"

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Jamie was shopping for some simple supplies for an easy movie night. he'd had popcorn and a few movies all sorted out, ready to go. they were even going to go get candy because they have a sweet tooth and it couldn't be helped. they were excited for their easy night in, ready for some spooky movies. while they didn't have anyone to enjoy them with (his best friend currently unable to make it to said movie night- thus rendering Jamie by themselves) it didn't mean they couldn't enjoy it. Jamie was excited, so excited in fact that they weren't paying attention to the situation unfolding in front of him.

he probably should have been paying attention, actually. they might have avoided the embarrassment on both of their parts if he was. unfortunately for both of them, that just didn't happen. when Steve crashed into Jamie, Jamie had no option but to fall and hit the ground with their box of popcorn and their spooky movies flying out of their basket and onto the ground. it would be comical (it was) if he hadn't landed on his butt.

then, he's hearing words, blinking slowly as he looks up to see Steve looking down at him and- okay, yeah, he recognizes him, it's hard not to recognize Steve Harrington, but as he opens his mouth to apologize, they realize fairly quickly that something is wrong with him. eyebrows furrowed, Jamie slowly stands up and collects their things before speaking. "i'm fine. are you okay? you look . . . stressed. or hurt. or both." naturally, the first thing Jamie is going to do is offer assistance regardless of the fact that Steve had run him down like they weighed nothing. "can i . . . do something to help ya? do you need anythin'?" something is wrong- but the witch can't seem to put his finger on what that is.

Starter for @ravenshour // Werewolf Steve!

☀️

Get in, get the stuff, get out.

Seems easy enough, right?

Wrong.

Steve’s head was pounding the whole afternoon, slowly getting worse and worse as afternoon turned to dusk. The cicadas outside buzz and the faint call of birds pounded in his head like gunshots. It was so so loud. Everything was loud.

His teeth, his mouth drooled as smells all over filtered into his brain. His body felt like it was on fire as he trudged through the small store. The shopping basket filled to the brim with pain meds, bandages and raw meat.

He didn’t even notice the person infront of him, in the way of his path before he bumped into them with the grace of a bull in a china shop.

He crashed to the floor, spilling everything everywhere.

Fuck. Get a grip Harrington! You’ll loose control dammit!!

“F-fuck I’m so sorry, are you okay?” Steve stuttered out, eyes squinting from behind his sunglasses. He hoped he didn’t look too much like a wreck.

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they should have known this was going to happen. something tells him he most definitely should have predicted this sort of outcome. it's not like Jamie had intentions of pissing his guide off. in fact, that had been the least of his intentions. unfortunately, it seems as though it happened regardless of whether he'd tried to or not. Warden seemed to have a rather dislike for the witch and whereas he can't really blame him, something about it stings, it hurts, makes his eyes burn a little in the crevices, like they could do anything to stop the hatred from spewing from the man. perhaps Jamie should learn to listen to other people for once. then again, all he'd been doing was try to explain what had happened. apparently, that wasn't good enough for the other man. in fact, it was too much for him to deal with, it would seem. blinking back the burning in his eyes, Jamie cocks their head to the side and listens to Warden speak- taking every word in thoughtfully.

he simply thought it was important to inform him what happened, why he was here, but apparently, Warden didn't care enough to listen. it isn't like it was Jamie's fault, okay ? it's not like they asked to be here. in fact, if he had it his way, he wouldn't be here at all. it's a little frustrating. Warden makes him feel inferior; he hates that feeling.

and then, because he can't help themselves, he opens his mouth and speaks yet again. "how do people leave the mortal plane, then?" his curiosity wins out over everything else, his inability to shut up is clear as they lean forwards on their heels, leaning closer to Warden to hear the words that come out of his mouth. "you weren't here the last time i was on the astral plane," he pointed out quietly. "if it's your job to ensure i leave, why weren't you around then? i'm sorry if i'm asking a lot of questions, but you have to understand, i've never seen you before. how am i to trust you're being genuine?" to be fair, he doesn't think Warden is being ungenuine, but they have a point- meeting someone on the astral plane was rare and far between, they have every right to be suspicious.

it    took    all    of    two    seconds    to    realize    this    one    was    going    to    be    a    massive    fucking    headache.    if    there    was    a    way    to    clock    overtime    for    this,    warren    would    be    charging    triple.    as    it    was    this    oh    so    glamorous    job    didn't    pay    a    cent,    instead    it    came    with    perks    of    smelling    like    rotting    decay    *&    playing    babysitter    to    young    witches    who    couldn't    control    their    damn    magic.    they    oh    so    badly    want    to    hex    jamie    where    they    stand    but    that    would    be    a    misuse    of    warrens    limited    powers.    there    was    no    sense    in    angering    the    fates    as    that    would    just    make    the    next    little    while    unbearable.    they    provided    warren    with    little    information    on    a    good    day,    on    a    bad    day    he    may    as    well    "fuck    the    dog"    to    get    help    on    that    one.

he    makes    sure    his    walking    pace    is    a    step    ahead    of    the    witch's,    hands    are    tucked    deep    into    the    dark    trousers    he    wore.    the    blessed    silence    being    blown    away    by    the    nattering    in    his    ear.    annoyance    was    the    default    on    a    good    day,    on    a    bad    day   ?*    this    idiot    was    going    to    render    his    only    guide    silent    if    he    didn't    shut    up.    *&    unfortunately    for    them    both,    that    was    out    of    warrens    control.    stopping    rather    abruptly,    warren    turns    to    face    the    witch    with    slight    reluctance.

hands    untuck    from    his    pockets    *&    cross    sternly    across    his    chest.    however    their    eyes    soften    if    only    just    a    fraction.    fingers    tap    on    his    left    arm,    lips    pressed    into    a    tight    line,    a    breath    exhaled    from    his    nose.     ❛❛     since    you    clearly    are    choosing    to    ignore    what    i    said,    let    me    break    it    down    for    you.    and    i    do    advise    you    listen    carefully.     ❜❜    eyes    narrow    now,    but    the    fingers    stop    drumming    as    warren    takes    a    meager    few    steps    forward.    ❛❛    first    of    all,    i    don't    really    care    why    you    are    here.    it's    simply    the    fact    you    are    here    that    makes    my    job    difficult.    my    job    pertains    to    departed    souls,    not    living    ones.    this    is    out    of    my    element    by    a    long    shot.    secondly,    not    that    is    any    of    your    business    but    you    should    be    mindful    not    to    irritate    me    too    much.    i    unwillingly    shut    down    and    will    absolutely    useless    to    you    in    any    regard.    last    of    all,    since    you    are    in    my    domain,    technically    i    can    help    you.    however...     ❜❜

there    is    a    pause    in    the    damp    air    *&    the    warden    lifts    his    finger    to    punctuate    his    point;    boot    pressing    hard    into    the    ground.    ❛❛     i    am    given    very    little    information    on    journeys    that    are    required    of    me.    since    you    invaded    this    space,    i    have    nothing    of    use    to    help    you    leave    this    place.    but,    what    i    can    do    is    tell    you    how    some    people    escape    the    mortal    plane.     nothing    more    and    nothing    less.    ❜❜    he    bounces    back    on    the    balls    of    his    feet,    hands    folding    behind    his    back,    eyes    glittering    with    promise.

[ravenshour]

me logging into all my blogs to do a little rp on each of them

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you might as well consider Jamie a stalker at this point. after a long time of searching, he'd finally found out just where Jack Berry has been hiding and he's . . . well, he's not inconspicuous for one. it's not like Jamie expected to just pull up to the fast food chain and demand attention from the guy, but he definitely wanted to hear his voice and to determine if he was, in fact, the guy he's looking for.

so when he pulls up into the drive-thru and he can he hear his voice, a smile breaks out across their face because he had successfully done it !! he successfully tracked down the bloke they'd been looking for. now . . . the hard part was getting him to admit to who he was. of course, he didn't just come here for Jack- he also happens to be hungry.

"hi, yeah, can i get two mcdoubles with no onions or mustard and add mayo? and then i want a large fry, a small chocolate shake, and a large coke with lite ice. that cool?" yeah, of course that's cool - it's not like he was going to tell him no.

*&          ────       the   plastic   nametag   with   the   alias   mel   is   attached   firmly   to   the   uniform.   everyday   jack   glances   at   it   is   a   reminder   to   never   go   back   to   his   old   life;   jack   berry   was   another   lifetime   that   would   forever   be   in   the   past.   he   fixes   the   headset   on   his   ear   after   putting   on   the   ballcap,   attaching   the   receiver   on   his   hip.   jack   has   just   clocked   in   for   the   day   and   it   is   currently   3:05pm   los   angeles   time.   the   sun   is   at   it's   peak   for   the   day   at   a   whopping   100f,   *&   he   can   feel   the   perspiration   on   his   brow.   the   camera   alerts   him   almost   seconds   later   *&   the   former   ghost   hunter   immediately   slips   into   his   customer   service   voice.   ❝  welcome   to   mcdonalds,   what   can   i   get   for   you   ?*   ❞

...... @ravenshour ♡'d

[ravenshour]

Jamie's read many of the books that people have published regarding Hawkins. in fact, he's studied up on it quite a bit before even stepping foot into Eddie's concert. it's not that he expected to approach him at all, in fact, this was simply the hands of fate putting them in the vicinity of each other. Jamie had no intentions of it, but they weren't going to waste their chances at the possibility of meeting Eddie- there had always been a spark of hope of it. that being said, Jamie has some knowledge of what had happened in that little town, but he hadn't spoken to anyone about it himself so he's not sure if he could buy all the accounts he'd read before. they're curious to know more, to see someone else's side of the story- to see if all the stories were true or if some of them were fabricated. for whatever reason, Jamie feels like Eddie won't beat around the bush and that he'll be honest with him. that's what he's looking for, whether the listeners believe it or not, Jamie would.

"you're right," Jamie says, digging into his waffle and shoveling a bite into his mouth. when he finishes chewing and swallowing, they continue with their fork pointed in Eddie's direction. "the media is crazy and there's a ton of lies out there about Hawkins and about you. i just want to hear your side of things, whether anyone else believes it or not is entirely up to them. but trust me when i say . . . i'd believe you." maybe they shouldn't. maybe he shouldn't put his faith into him right away and believe everything that comes out of his mouth, but Jamie does and there's nothing that anyone could say to change their mind.

he smiles, cutting up another piece of waffle and shoving it into his mouth. he's pleased. "you're sure? i promise, it's nothing extravagant and no one's gonna be pesterin' ya except for me. my partner isn't here, it's just me, so it'll be a one-on-one conversation, and really, that's all it's gonna be: a conversation. i just wanna hear what ya have to say and i have the ability to cut and edit anything you don't want going out. it's not a live podcast."

🎲

He hummed, eating another egg from his plate. The salty and peppery little morsel making his mouth drool. He didn’t know how much this guy knew about Hawkins. But he did know something.

It wasn’t too much of a surprise he supposed. Most residents in Hawkins went off to make books and novels about what happened. Those who were fed the coverup stories still knew something happened in that sleepy little town.

Of course, Eddie was still the prime target for hatred and blame for when Hawkins split into four chunks. The headlines classified him as Satan’s vessel for evil. His soul tainted by the devil. Evil. A murderer.

Eddie wiped his mouth with one of the supplied napkins.

“Even fake stories hold power. Media is in the clutches of stories, some real and some fake.” He spoke, eyes closed. “I have first hand experience of that. Are you sure you want my story told? I assume you’re aware of my ties to Hawkins, Otherwise, you wouldn’t be asking me for such a boon, friend.” He grinned, almost devilish in the light but if one looked closely, there was a twitch of the eyebrow and a narrowing of his eyes as his anxiety showed through.

“If so, then sure, why not? But I can’t guarantee it’ll be something new about that Bumfuck town.”

God dammit Eddie why the FUCK did you AGREE?? FUCK.

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Juniper is so kind, he forgets that sometimes. after all, Jamie wasn't used to such kindness being extended to him- his family were fighters, not lovers by any means, and they took things a little too far sometimes. when all he needed was comfort, he was given something else to be comforted over. it wasn't like their family was abusive or anything of the sort, but maybe . . . maybe they were on the neglectful side. neglectful of his feelings, that is. he's not used to people caring about how he feels.

a frown slowly submerges across his face as he listens to Juniper. he lets her take their hands into hers and looks up at her, watching her as he listens carefully. he knows what she means, but it was still so hard. after all, not everyone can say that they've killed their mother with their power, now can they? he misses her and he barely even knew her. he's been alive longer than he knew her and that digs deep. "but i'm afraid of hurting someone else," they tell her, eyes watering slightly. "i need to control my magic. i don't want anyone else ta get hurt because of me." it makes them want to cry, the desperate want to get better, he doesn't know why they can't just learn to be better. he wants help- and they're hoping Juniper and Zeta will offer some to him, even if they don't know how to.

Juniper didn't want to roll her eyes when he shot her question back at her, but she gets why they did. She'd spare them from answering   Yes, actually   too. Something told her Jamie might have deflated more if she answered with that. Instead, both she and Zeta listen carefully as he goes on. She turns away from her laptop, one elbow resting on the table, hands folded in front of her loosely at the fingers. Zeta's found comfort in leaning his frame into Juniper's, listening just as intently. As Jamie finishes, they exchange a look together, their own silent little communication happening within a second before they're turned back to them.

       ❝ I can only speak from our experiences, Jamie, but sometimes trying to control things only work against you... ❞   Thinking back to when Juniper tried controlling Zeta and vice versa, when they were still trying to come to terms with their new co-existence. The world, the Fates, had funny ways of working for everybody. Sometimes, control just... wasn't in the cards. Juniper puffs a quiet little sigh before she stands, walking up to them and reaching out to grab their hands in her's. She gives a reassuring squeeze at their knuckles, head tilting aside ever so slightly.

       ❝ I know it stinks, Jamie... I know...   -I think you'll get there soon, though. Wherever you want  there  to be. And Zeta and I will be here to help you every step of the way, alright? ❞

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the shoulder bump manages to put a smile on their face. it doesn't take much to get Jamie smiling again, clearly, as he looks back at Harley with a kind expression on their face. rolling his eyes, Jamie lets out a quiet laughter, and nods his head. "okay, fair point. i guess it makes me cool if i think i'm cool, regardless of what anyone else may think." hey, he should remember that- it's only important what they think, not what anyone else thinks. he should thank her for that later, but maybe just not right now. she was being kind of mean just now.

"okay, okay, enough with the stab wounds." he says with another laugh. "you don't have to think i'm cool, but ya don't gotta keep sayin' it." he pauses and nudges her back. "but hey, if it's any consolation, i think you're cool."

Why'd he have to look like such a kicked puppy?   ( Well, maybe 'cause she did just kick the metaphorical puppy he was... )   Cue an eyeroll from Harley and she reaches out to bump their shoulder with a soft, closed fist.

       ❝ C'mon, that's got'a be enough, right? At least you think you're cool! ❞   Her arms fold over her chest again when she fixes him with that too-honest stare. It means well, though, it really does! She's honest, but she's got warmth behind her eyes, her intentions. It wasn't like she was trying to make fun of them. Harley just didn't have the capacity to not be an asshole sometimes, apparently.   ❝ Look, I think I just know you too well to think you're, like, that cool. Don't take it personally. I don't even think I'm cool. ❞

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Jamie listens to him speak and nods to show that he is, in fact, listening. he has a hard time showing that so he wants to be a little more obvious, especially considering they'd just told him to be more open minded. then again, this is what happens whenever Jamie brings up the possibility of cryptids and the unnatural. Jamie's always been obsessed with them and to talk about it . . . well, they're likely to not shut up about it once you get them going. that seemed to be the case here as he continues without missing a beat, "yeah, but how do you feel about cryptids exactly? that's what i'm talkin' about, y'know . . . like Big Foot? what do you think about Big Foot? i need to know, it's important. or Nessie, for instance. have you ever heard of Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster? when i'm talking about keeping your mind open, that's what i'm talking about. people don't like ta listen to me when it comes to cryptids, but that's because i go on and on about it. i have a tendency to not . . . shut up."

it   has   been   a   long   time   since   anyone   has   told   him,   to   be   open   minded.   the   sentence   sounds   foreign   on   his   ears;   this   was   usually   a   speech   josia   would   spill   to   others   he   dared   share   his   secret   with.   mind   you,   it   was   far   few   *&   between,   but   it   still   counted   for   something.   the   undertakers   sense   of   humor   is   often   cringey   at   best,   not   that   he   is   entirely   self   aware   of   his   "infamous"   talents.   ❝   i   wasn't   talking   about   the..   ❞   his   words   trail   off   slight   before   josia   waves   it   off   entirely   returning   to   his   cadaver.   he   never   really   has   visitors   here   ....   not   since   eliza   passed   on.   perhaps   he   shouldn't   scare   of   any   company;   it   will   be   a   cold   day   in   hell   when   jolie   allowed   him   mortality   again.   he's   asked   enough   times   to   know.   ❝   it's   been   a   long   while   since   i've   been   told   to   be  ....   more   open   about   subjects.   i   am   usually   the   bloke   delivering   that   speech.   ❞

@ravenshour | cont.

[ravenshour]

Gehenna is an interesting creature. despite their absolute horror at meeting it, they find himself fascinated by it nonetheless. there's something about the way it acts that catches the witch's attention- which is probably going to be an even bigger problem. he's always had issues finding fascination in the morbid and yeah, he would put Gehenna in the morbid category for sure. their nose twitches again at the contact, eyes watching Gehenna's every movement, but he doesn't push them away. instead, he can feel their breath hitch in his throat, feeling discomfort curl into him, but does nothing to stop it.

"i've bewitched you, huh?" he says, flatly, blinking at it. he doesn't find the pun all that funny, though maybe any other normal circumstance, they would have. "i'm not gonna shove any crystals in your face. especially knowing you're just gonna laugh at mine for it. what do you suggest i do with all this luck you've granted me?" they know he's stepping into unknown territory, but that's sort of thrilling, isn't it? he sort of likes the danger.

A giggle erupted from the entity's throat, somewhat jarring to come from the IMAGE they've adopted. "You're saying that you aren't one? Awww, give yourself a little more credit than that," it cooed, that finger now joining others into a hand that ( AFFECTIONATELY ) patted at Jamie's cheek. "Ah, you just love to wound me so~." It even made a MOCKERY OF A SWOON as they declined it / NOT LIKE THAT WOULD HAVE STOPPED IT. "Normally, I wouldn't be able to help myself and get a taste to see if it's something that I like -- but alas, you've bewitched me." Cognac-colored eyes peered down at the other, teeth digging into its bottom lip as though PONDERING over a thought. "It's your lucky day! What would you do with all this luck, I wonder -- perhaps buy some more crystals to shove in my face?"

[ravenshour]

"i'm not hoping for anythin'," Jamie says, shaking his head. that's not why he said what he said. in fact, they're not sure why they've admitted to it themselves. sometimes just saying it makes the weight feel less heavy. perhaps he just needed someone to hear them. he just needed to prove that not all is lost in this world- that good things can happen regardless of the horrors that they've faced. when he was young, his mother had been his best friend- she'd been his only friend, and he loved her immensely. losing her because of his own magic was horrifying for such a small child. he couldn't believe that something so cruel could happen- that the world was that evil. the universe is large and vast and yet it took away the one thing he had. they missed her.

"was your mother an awful person?" he asks finally, looking at them with furrowed brows. he couldn't imagine intentionally killing their own mother, but perhaps there was a good reason for it.

the   statement   is   utter   with   complete   trepidation,   almost   as   if   they   are   ashamed   to   admit   it.   naturally,   thoughts   like   this   were   common   when   familial   matters   were   concerned.   however,   ark   kenzie   is   rather   un-phased;   as   it   was   a   passing   thought   *&   nothing   more.   ah,   the   martyr   act,   what   a   fleet   that   was.   what   a   privilege   for   those   entitled   *!   the   angel   does   not   understand   these   ways,   a   lifetime   of   forced   fates   *&   destinies   never   to   make   his   own   choices,   his   own   mistakes.   ❛❛    i   suppose   you   are   hoping   that   cause   i'm   an   angel   i'm   going   to   offer   you   some   philosophical   knowledge   that   should   with   a   bit   of   praying,   i   might   add,   solve   all   your   problems  ?*    ❜❜   a   brown   is   raised,   making   brief   eye   contact   with   his   companion   but   nothing   more   than   that.   angels,   demons,   who   were   we   to   judge   someone ?*   who   was   god   *!  to   judge   someone.   judgement   day   would   be   a   reckoning   *&   it   was   not   going   to   be   from   god   *!   ❛❛    i   killed   my   mother.   mind   you,   i   was   coerced   into   it   so   to   speak;   but   i   do   not   regret   it   by   any   means.   i   actually   took   rather   great   pleasure   in   her   demise.      ❜❜

[ravenshour]

i'll do replies here tomorrow / when i wake up. i'm tired.

[ravenshour]

no bc i'm still hung up on this post and how oc's are expected to deliver more background information than anyone else and i'm here to once again emphasize how crucial interaction and engagement is to their own development both for the character and the writer behind them.

canon characters have the luxury of appearing "more fleshed out" / "self-explanatory" simply because we've witnessed them interact with other characters on screen. oc's don't get to have that when they are first created.

oc's start from scratch. and they can only build themselves based on the way they relate to others. it's literally how humans work.

so, you want to know more about oc's? engage. how? lemme give you some tips based on practices i've applied myself (feel free to reblog and add more):

read their headcanons: most oc's will provide important info there

ask the writer about their headcanons: found a headcanon intriguing? ask for details (e.g. if they mention they have a special item in them at all times, ask what it looks like, what for, its significance). this helps motivate writers to uncover new information about their own character.

ask the character about their headcanons: let the muse explain themselves and see how they behave about something personal, for example.

read their stats: pets? scars? tattoos? anything visible that can be commented on? point it out to the muse and comment on it.

send memes/questions: your best chance is when you see them reblog them so you don't have to come up with anything yourself.

relate them to your muse: does your muse like rock music? ask the character or the writer if they like rock music too.

note: this list isn't exhaustive. it's simply a couple examples from first-hand experience. it also applies to all muses (canon or oc), but needless to say, this post is specifically about oc's, hence the focus on them.

[ravenshour]

when Jamie was younger, his mother had been his favorite person in the world. he doesn't think much has changed as far as that goes, but they had adored her - and losing her had been very difficult on the young impressionable child. his magic became repressed and because he repressed it for so long, it ended up going haywire again the next time they used it. his mother had never wanted that for him; she had always told them that their magic was a gift, but after she had died, Jamie felt cursed more than anything and it left them feeling broken, their magic becoming a subject of horror rather than a relief. he doesn't know if they'll ever truly accept themselves because of it.

Jamie smiles at Rosalie, feeling the warmth of her smile. it felt good to smile, it healed a part of them that they didn't know needed fixing. Rosalie was right - words are extremely powerful and so is a warm smile and a comforting presence; Rosalie has no idea how much she's actually helping him because of her presence alone. "thank you," he repeats, squeezing her hand again before ultimately letting it go. they use his hand to wipe away any tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes --- thinking about their mother always made him an emotional mess.

"how do i forgive myself?" he asks finally, clearing their throat. "i don't think - i don't know how to. you said progress isn't linear and you're right, i . . . i feel torn in two. my magic and i aren't together and i think that's the problem. how can i become one with my magic after spending years of repression? i don't . . ." he sighs, defeated, slumping in their seat. he covers his face with his hands. "i don't know what to do."

One thing about Rosalie is that physical touch was always a bittersweet love language of hers. Fear of being touched by Christopher, loving the idea of comfort. Of course over the years, she learned to rewire her brain ( with the help of Gabriel and therapy ) that not all physical forms of affection meant violence afterward. Feeling the occasional squeeze of her hand from Jamie brought a sense of peace to her mind and calmed her nerves. Naturally, because of her abilities, Rosalie was always drawn to energy. Manifesting it into electricity, using that electricity to store it or use it if the time called for it, however with Jamie she just enjoyed the act of comfort; even if the situation wasn't about her. It was Jamie who had to deal with the hardship of losing a mother at a young age, but the youngest Atlas was and always had been empathetic to a fault. Always feeling things deeply even if she hadn't done anything to cause the pain.

Listening and hearing Jamie's quiet laugh brought a smile to her face, even if they had met, she could already tell, Jamie deserved happiness and she was happy that she brought a smile to their face and even earned a laugh. " Hey, I mean it! It's not just flattery, I promise! " Rosalie reassured, following his statement that he felt like he needed to hear kind words, Rosalie only gave a small nod in acknowledgment. Rosalie understood how powerful words are, and she truly believed that words could cause the most damage and even heal some mental wounds, it was all about how they were used and Rosalie was one to use her words for good. Even the simple kindness of words could change the course of someone's life and affect their choices down the line. It was the one thing that couldn't be taken back.

Still holding onto Jamie's hand, Rosalie listened attentively as they spoke, it seemed like an achievable goal but if trauma taught her anything, it was that once you experienced being healed, you almost get used to the pain and sometimes even miss it. " You gotta remember that progress isn't linear, once you get a sense of control, that doesn't mean your emotions won't get the best of you, I think as long as you have an anchor or something to tether you, the chances you'll lose control is very slim. " Rosalie theorized out loud as she thought about it more. " Just based on the conversation alone, I think you're a good person, and I doubt you'll have a true villain arc anytime soon, I think the first step is really finding that anchor for you so if you ever feel like you're losing control you can pull yourself back up. "