#☼☽ out of it — ooc.

[inxspacetime]

Really in the mood to use Johnny or Stabler if anyone's into them~

*like to be bothered by me and/or them

[citruswriter]

Silly Freedom

Reader x Astarion

Warnings: Angst, ascended Astarion, maybe ooc bc I've never actually played the game (fight me), gender neutral, Reader can use magic, alcohol, Reader gets roofied, insinuations of rape, Reader is chained in a cellar for a bit, reader is wearing a dress (idc if ur a man, put on the fckn dress Steve).

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"Astarion?" You called softly as you slipped into view, stopping at the doorway and peering into your husbands study. The scowling man looked up at you, expression immediately softening as he saw you gently leaning on his doorframe. Straightening he beckoned you in with a motion of his hand. "Yes, my treasure?" He replied softly, scooting his chair back some so he could drag you into his lap, arms wrapping around your body so he could draw you close and breath your scent in. "I was wondering, if maybe, I could go out tonight? Alone?" You questioned, lightly chewing on your bottom lip. Astarion pulled back, gaze sharp as he glared at you. "No." He growled. "Oh come on! Why not? I'm more than capable of fending for myself!" You complained as you ripped yourself from his grip to angrily pace around. "Astarion, I love you, but I need some freedom! Please!" You exclaimed as you threw your arms up. "Astarion we used to traverse through treacherous lands together! Fighting monsters that nobody else could!" You had a good point, much to his dismay. A low growl left his throat as he watched you pace in the beautiful silks he had specially handcrafted for you. "This is different! You'll be alone, far away from me and my protection! I'm much more powerful now and it's known that you're my consort! There are plenty of people that would love to get their hands on you as a means to blackmail me!" He honestly wished you'd stop with your silly quest for freedom. He was more than willing to let you roam the city... with him.

"Astarion..." Your voice softened as you turned to face him again, giving him your best puppy eyes. "Please? I promise I'll come back home to you. I'll even bring you back a treat." You pleaded as you approached him again. He sighed, frustrated. Could he really deny you? Absolutely not. Not when you looked at him like that. He opened his arms to you and you sat on his lap once more, hands cradling his face as you gently peppered his face in kisses. His eyes fluttered close as he basked in your affection, he loved you so much... "Please, my love?" You pleaded once more and he groaned. "Fine. But don't get used to it. I expect you home before dawn." He finally growled out and you squealed in delight before scurrying off to change into simpler clothing.

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Astarion held the door open for you as you finally went to leave. "I'll be back before you know it," you cooed, leaving a kiss on his lips for giddily skipping off into the night, ready to start your adventure.

It wasn't long until you found a tavern and went in for a bite to eat. Happily eating your food, you ordered your first drink. You shot it back like it was water and ordered another. Before you knew it, you and an old man were doing shots. People were crowded around the two of you, placing bets, and cheering. "We need more shots?" You called over the crowd, grinning wide. The old man laughed and shook his head, "I'm tapping out!" He said and you screamed in delight. The crowd roared at your victory and you laughed. You excused yourself to go peer out the window, the moon was past it's halfway point. Maybe you should head home soon...

Stumbling back to the counter you made sure to leave the bartender a generous tip. "Leaving so soon?" A male voice slid it's way into your ears and you turned around to find a tall man. "Unfortunately. I promised my husband I wouldn't be gone too late". You said with a smile and the man nodded in understanding. "Well before you go, I bought you a drink. To congratulate you". He said with a friendly smile. You really should head home... But what's one more drink? You grabbed it, chugging down the golden liquid. It felt cold on your lips but it burned down your throat. You giggled and did a little spin, dress twirling around you. You felt nice. Tingly. Dizzy. You sighed softly in discomfort as the world around you seemed to spin faster and faster and faster. Fuck did he drug you? You fell to the ground, vision blurring. You whined out, tears pricking your eyes as all you could think about was your dear husband.

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Time passed by in a blur. You were chained in the strange man's cellar. It was cold and damp, your green cotton dress was torn and dirty. How many days had it been now? You weren't sure, it was dark and you couldn't see the Sun. The man came around everyday to feed you and use you however he wished. You hated it. But if you resisted, you were beaten. Bruises from his later tantrum still stained your body. It hurt. Everything hurt. You thought back to that night. Oh how you wished that you had just stayed home. Sure it could be a little suffocating to have Astarion there constantly almost 24/7. But at least you were safe and protected. At least you were well fed and held tenderly. But this man? He just kept you chained up and gagged with a metal gag in the wine cellar in which he kept his product. Shivering as the cold once again seeped into your bones, the shackles rattled as you went to lay down. You had the worst migraine today. Or was it night? You never knew. "Thank you for taking me so late. I know I'm outside your usual business hours but I really could use a nice bottle of wine." A voice above said. You instantly perked up. Astarion? "Oh? Any special reason?" Your captor questioned as he opened the cellar doors. "My consort... They ran away from me..." He answered and you wanted to cry from the pain and heartbreak that seemed to sleep through his voice. "I don't know where I went wrong." He said wistfully. You didn't do anything, my love. You were perfect. Was all you wanted to say.

Struggling to stand, you walked as far as your chains would let you. If there's one thing your captor didn't count for, is that you were magic. You could have freed yourself but you never had enough strength. He purposefully kept you weak but you had to try now. Raising a hand, you gathered what remaining scraps of strength you had. You had one shot at this... You felt your magic course through your veins. Your hair and dress lifted slightly as you struggled to cast the spell. Pain racked through your body as you sent a vicious energy bolt through the cellar. It bounced around as it crashed into the shelves and bottles. Collapsing from using your last bit of strength, you started crying. Whining as the pain started to set in. You sobbed as you heard your captor attempt to push Astarion out of the cellar, desperate to keep you hidden but he pushed the man back. He knew your magic. He knew what it looked like. He knew what it felt like.

Your captor did everything he did to convince the man to leave, to go. "(Y/N)?!" He called out, tone desperate and worried. You yanked on your chains and whined. A normal person wouldn't be able to hear it, but Astarion was far from normal. His acute hearing immediately picked up on the noise and he ran to find you. Finally, he made it to the back of the cellar to see you. "Oh my..." He breathed out in shock and you whispered, trying ever so desperately to crawl towards him, tears streaming down your face. Rushing into action, he broke your restraints. "I'm so sorry!" You sobbed loudly. "I'm so sorry, Astarion. This is all my fault." You cried. You trembled as he cradled your face, thumbs wiping your tears away. "Shhhh. Shhhh. No this is not your fault. You couldn't have predicted this." He cooed. Your captor tried to quietly turn around to flee but Astarion heard him. "And where do you think you're going," he scowled. He stood up and straightened up to his full height. "Run." He spat, fangs flashing out. The man ran off but he didn't make it far before he was captured. Fangs sunk down into the man's neck, aiming to kill. The man screamed in terror and pain as Astarion turned him into a midnight snack. "My love..." You called out weakly. Snapping his head up to look at you, he softened once more. You wanted to go home, he could tell. He crept over to you and picked you up with ease. "Come, little love. Let's go home." •:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•☾☼☽•:•.•:•.•:•:•:•:•:•:•:•

Back home, he sat in the bathtub with you. Warm water lapped at your skin as the silver haired male scrubbed your body clean, softly muttering insults about your captor. You didn't move, just let him do whatever he wished in his quest to scrub you clean from head to toe. You dissociated from reality, too exhausted from the past few days to properly connect to him and what he was saying. "Darling?" He questioned, head resting on your shoulder. You snapped back to reality and turned your body slightly to look at him. "Darling are you ok?" He asked, hands reaching up to touch you. Before he could touch you though, you turned more and leaned into his body, hugging him. "Thank you for rescuing me." You muttered, nuzzling into his neck. He looked down at you, you weren't ok and he knew it. But you were safe now. Safe and on the path to getting better. "I'm never going anywhere without you by my side ever again." You said, voice cracking from how overwhelmed you were. He sighed in happiness and held you close. "How about we get comfy and go to bed, hm?" He questioned and you nodded. "I'm sorry for not listening to you," you said softly and the two of you got out of the tub. Astarion hushed you, kissing you softly before drying you off and helping you get into some comfy pyjamas. "Well I guess next time you'll take my advice, darling," he cooed in a playful tone and you offered up a relaxed smile. Dragging you to bed with him, he made you cuddle up close to him. He pet your hair, fingers sinking to brush your scalp as he held you close. It wasn't long before he noticed that you were fast asleep, loosely clinging onto him. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as the realization of how close he was to losing you. But you were back. Clutching you ever so tightly he breathed in your scent like he had so many times. "What would I do without you?"

Anywaysssssss. Here's my little thingy based off my imagine drabble. I hope ya'll like iiiiiiiit! 😗

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[taefromthehills]

☽ [ Kawennáhere Devery Jacobs, she/they, non-binary ] ☾ [ tekonwenaharake "tae" hill ] has lived in [ the waterhole ] for [ ten years ] now. the [ 31 ] year old [ human ] makes an honest earning as a [ paramedic ] for [ the fire station ]. truthfully, they remind me of [ smoked whiskey poured over ice cold stones in a tinted glass, the heel of a work boot shifted and grounded in the grit of a side street, Santa Fe stone homes warmed by seasons after a time in the sun ]. while they typically keep their head out of gang business, [ tae ] can’t help but side with [ the hellhounds ]. to tune it all out though, they blast [ a tribe called red by angel haze ] on full volume. ☼☼ ooc info; lynn, 29, she/her, cst.

FULL NAME: Tekonwenaharake Anastasia Hill

NICKNAMES: Tae

SPECIES: Human

GENDER: Non-binary though Tae doesn’t identify as Nádleehí as they don’t fill and isn’t recognized in that role in cultural ceremonies or status. She or They pronouns are appropriate.

NATIONALITY: Diné (Navajo) and Kanienʼkehá꞉ka (Mohawk)

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

BIRTHPLACE: Navajo Nation, New Mexico, USA

OCCUPATION: Paramedic for the Skull Fire Department & Fighter for the Crowbar

 TW: death of family members, death of children, violence

There’s a lot to be said about the Hills. They were a small family, nestled into Navajo Country, doing what they needed to get by to live though not necessarily thrive. Social figures more than working ones. Tae was raised by her Diné grandparents mostly, who made sure she learned the language and went to school. The promise of something more felt ever on the horizon.

What was supposed to feel like home, a boundary between the four sacred mountains, felt more like a cage and Tae like an animal. It was a metaphor she used often after her grandparents died. Her grandmother first, then her grandfather of a broken heart–a heart attack is still a broken heart.

It was hard to rebel one way or the other. Her grandparents settled and involved in the community. Her parents were messes in their own rights. It almost made sense for Tae to fall directly between. The stories of her culture meant things to her, but more the modern struggles. The things she could touch. The things she could see. Land grabs. Bodies of children buried at residential schools. Scars on the elders.

As Tae grew older the cage felt different. Less to keep her within those four points and more to keep people out. Their world separated from the rest. Their land encroached on, stolen, and poached piece by piece. It made her angry. It made liquor bitter and blood scraped into the dirt sweet. It meant knock out drag out fights leaving her and others needing medicine both Diné and western.

Part of needing to leave was to have room to breathe. There was almost nothing but space in Navajo Nation, but a moment to step away and find herself beyond those lines. California always seemed like the best of places, it seemed to be where everyone disappeared to.

Tae didn’t make it that far. Instead, she found herself in Skull, Arizona where the San Francisco Peaks still kept an eye on her. It was an oxymoron. Skull felt different but just like home. Boundaries laid by those before them. Homes meant to keep safe being pulled apart. The aftermath wasn’t yet all that was left. Someone else’s cause to fall behind and hold on to before returning to let her own tear her apart.

Becoming a paramedic wasn’t exactly the hardest thing to fall into. Despite the fights and trouble she got into at home, Tae was just as good at putting people back together as she was taking them apart. She spent a few years on the volunteer firefighter team after high school but a place like Skull was more in need of paramedics than firefighters.

Joining the Crowbar was just as easy to stumble into.

Bar fights with benefits.

Two separate worlds colliding that made things complicated but that was how Tae preferred it. Nothing was easy so why try to find that within yourself. Skull quickly became Tae’s home and she settled there well.

[inadaptadocris]

☽ [ clayton cardenas, he/him, male ] ☾ [ cristobal “cris” sanz ] has lived in [ the waterhole ] for [ fourteen years ] now. the [ 40 ] year old [ werewolf ] is the [ vice-president ] for the [ hellhounds ]. but they also make an honest earning as a [ regular fighter ] for [ the crowbar ]. truthfully, they remind me of [ camel turkish cigarettes, bloody knuckles, and a 1971 chevy c10 pickup ]. whenever it’s their turn to be the getaway driver, they blast [ god’s gonna cut you down by johnny cash ] on full volume. ☼☼ ooc info; jo, 27, they/them, mst.

BASICS

NAME: Cristobal Sanz NICKNAME: Cris GENDER: Cisgender Male. He/Him SPECIES: Werewolf  AGE: Forty SEXUALITY: Bisexual (Preference for males) OCCUPATION: Fighter for the Crowbar

PERSONALITY

MYERS-BRIGGS: ISFJ (Defender) ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer Sun, Aquarius Moon FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Phlegmatic THE ENNEAGRAM TYPES: THE LOYALIST

HISTORY

TW: Death, Gang Activity

Clayton was born in East Los Angeles and abandoned as a child. He lived in an orphanage and then foster homes for most of his childhood before he ran away on his sixteenth birthday and began living with a small group of orphans who made their living through running odd jobs for a local gang.

While Cris would never be officially inducted into the gang, he became close with several members the older he got; including the only person he’s ever been in love with, a man by the name of Beltran. Clayton would remain in a relationship with him until he was twenty-three years old.

Cris had dreams of getting him and Beltran out of of East Los Angeles and to a place where they could be themselves and live safer lives.

Beltran was tied much more closely to the gang as an official member and couldn’t simply walk away. Eventually Cris would convince him to leave with him in the middle of the night, only for them to be stopped by those who wouldn’t just allow them to leave.

Angry that they weren’t letting them just go, Cris would lash out at the other gang members, erupting a fight that would end up with Beltran shot, and blood on his own hands.

With the blood still wet, he’d be forced to flee from Los Angeles and into another state all together. Cris is devastated by the loss of his lover but also soon discovers the werewolf blood he wasn’t even aware he had.

Cris would spend several years wandering through several states before stumbling into someone else like him. The man would tell him of Skull, Arizona; a place where Cris could find others like him.

Stumbling into town, Cristobal would begin to make his home in Skull. Finally there was some hope that he could recover and move on from his traumatic past.

The Hellhounds became his family and Skull the place he would call home forever. There are moments that Clayton still feels like he doesn’t belong, but they’ve grown less over the years.

When the Reapers rolled in, it felt a lot like his past had-- dangerous and with the risk of losing everything. This has only made him more dedicated to the Hellhounds.

[joaquinjara]

☽ [ Pedro Pascal, He/Him, Male ] ☾ [ Joaquin Jara ] has lived in [ Main Street Apartments ] for [ 10 years ] now. the [ Forty-Four ] year old [ Human ] makes an honest earning as a [ ER Nurse ] for [ Skull General Hospital ]. truthfully, they remind me of [ Black Coffee, old worn plaid shirts, and army boots ]. while they typically keep their head out of gang business, [ Joaquin ] can’t help but side with [ the hellounds ]. to tune it all out though, they blast [ Better Now by Post Malone ] on full volume. ☼☼ ooc info; Jo, 27, they/them, MST.

BASICS

NAME: Joaquin Jara NICKNAME: N/A GENDER: Cisgender Male. He/Him SPECIES: Human AGE: Forty-Four SEXUALITY: Pansexual OCCUPATION: Emergency Room Nurse at Skull General Hospital

PERSONALITY

MYERS-BRIGGS: INFP (The Meditator) ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces Sun, Cancer Moon FOUR TEMPERAMENTS: Melancholic THE ENNEAGRAM TYPES: THE HELPER

HISTORY

TW: Drug Use

Joaquin Jara was born just outside of the heart of Chile in Puento Alto. While not considered rich, his parents were not poor either. If you asked Joaquin, the life they had lived was perfect and exactly everything he had wanted. He always went to bed with a full belly and knew that his parents loved him. Life for Joaquin was rather worry free for the first ten years or so, until he found his life being upheaved overnight. The events are still blurry and on record, all Joaquin officially knows is his father disappeared and his mother passed. No one ever truly answered his questions– and the boy packed what he could of his life of Chile into one small suitcase.

The sister of his mother had moved to America years ago to marry. It was a place he had been several times on trips with his father, but a place he was not overly familiar with.  With no other family to take him in, the couple volunteered to take him in. Joaquin found himself with a family he had never met before and in a place that was utterly different from the place he had grown up in thus far. His uncle was ready to welcome the boy and give him everything he might need. However, the challenges didn’t stop there. He didn’t know the language, had thus far received very little schooling, and many of the other students were keen to point out just how different he was.

With little recourse, Joaquin acted out; terrified of school and the people who bullied him when he was there. Public school was no longer an option and the boy would then receive all of his schooling at home. With so much time spent in isolation, by the time he was old enough to spend more time on his own, his social behaviors were odd and he fell into a crowd of people who were eager to show him just how much of the world he had been missing. This started a pattern of heavy drinking, partying, minor drug use and jumping from job to job.

It wasn’t exactly that Joaquin was looking to make trouble– simply that he’d never felt like he’d fit in and this was his chance to prove that he could fit in somewhere. His surrogate parents did their best to encourage Joaquin out of the behavior, but eventually Joaquin pulled fully from them and immersed himself fully into that world. He was enraptured by the friends he had made, forgetting all of his troubles and for once feeling like he was on top of the world.

But everything has consequences. For Joaquin, he found this when a woman he’d been sleeping with, another submissive, fell pregnant with his child. The implications alone were enough to make everything come crashing down. They were both addicts, neither with stable jobs, and while Joaquin was intent on finding a way to make it work, she wasn’t. Despite his efforts, and after months and eventually years of fighting; he found his daughter taken from him and whisked away.

For the man, this was rock bottom. For years everything seemed to blur for him. The partying no longer felt the same and he felt like there was a hole he’d never be able to fill. It wasn’t until the people he once called friends started to lose their lives or fall so deeply into addiction that he knew he needed to make a change. He couldn’t keep on like that. He wasn’t going to be the cause of those issues anymore, he was going to be the solution. Holding his pride up, he shuffled to the place he had once called home and found himself welcomed into his aunt’s open arms. Now thirty years old– he was ready to make a difference. Stepping into the medical field made sense and Joaquin would train to be a nurse who specialized in emergency medicine and trauma care.

After completing his courses, Joaquin decided he needed to leave and find a place for himself away from the past he no longer wanted to think about. Somehow he found himself landing a job in Skull, Arizona and moved from a busy California area to a quieter place. Joaquin fell in love with the city and the peace and belonging it finally brought him. 

[julesbishops]

[ julie bishop. ]

☽ [ emmy rossum, she/her, cis woman ] ☾ [ julie ‘jules’ bishop ] has lived in [ the waterhole ] for [ 1 day ] now. the [ 32 ] year old [ werewolf ] is the [ member ] for the [ hellhounds ]. but they also make an honest earning as a [ receptionist ] for [ bishop’s bike shop ]. truthfully, they remind me of [ messy buns, days old mascara smudges, & bruised knuckles. ]. whenever it’s their turn to be the getaway driver, they blast [ washing machine heart by mitski ] on full volume. ☼☼ ooc info; marlene, 23, she/her, pst.

death tw, violence tw

hello hello it is marlene again back w/ julie the loml. jules is the second oldest bishop child after arden and before graham with a fourth youngest sibling. when the bishop parents died, jules was in high school and it was really up to her and arden to take care of the littles. this forced jules to grow up far too early, already acting like a mother at seventeen and it caused a lot of feelings that really boiled up inside. 

she was the first to trigger her werewolf curse at sixteen, just before their parents died. jules was in her then-boyfriend’s car on the outskirts of town in the middle of the night. someone came up and tried to attack them, and jules ended up killing the attacker with a broken beer bottle. in court, things swayed in jules’ favor that she was acting purely in self defence. 

since jules was the first to trigger her curse, and the closest thing her younger siblings had to a parent (since nathan was drunk 99.9% of the time), she took on the role of teaching everyone the ropes of their werewolf curses. it all came so naturally to her, the ability to hunt and hone in her new strength-- even her first transition was nearly painless. 

jules’ effortlessness was no surprise, especially to her grandfather. on the night jules was born, one of the witches helping her mother with the birth had a vision. she saw jules with blood smeared all over her, she was half human and half wolf-- screaming and roaring her head off as she stumbled through what looked like the middle of skull... all its residents at her feet. the witch told nathan that jules’ werewolf curse was unlike anything she’d seen in centuries, and that if it were to unleash fully, she’d kill everyone in skull before moving onto another town.

so ever since she turned, jules was chained up in an underground safe room every full moon. she was given a couple hours to hunt before she turned, but then she had to restrain herself. jules never put up a fight, only because her grandfather told her everyone did it.... jules didn’t know the truth, she spent every night locked up. little did she know, the other hellhounds were able to roam and hunt freely all night. 

jules doesn’t know any better and continued to lock herself up every full moon even after nathan was killed. so there’s an ANGSTY plot for whoever wants to break it to her. she also has no idea about how crazy her werewolf curse is. 

also plot twist: the attacker she killed to trigger her curse was actually a hunter hired by her grandfather to kill her. 

after nathan died, jules ended up leaving skull to wander on her own for a bit. she needed to find herself-- who she truly was. she spent all of her life just being ‘a bishop kid’ and never truly being julie. 

but, in true julie fashion, she ran out of money and no one would hire a nearly convicted killer (even if it was in self defense) so she’s been back in skull for exactly a day, working back at her family’s shop so she can save some money to get back out into the world. 

wanted connections:

childhood/best friends

exes (good & bad terms)

hook-ups/flings

potential romantic interest

enemies

anyone she could be a bad influence on

someone who encourages her to get into trouble

i’m rlly down to brainstorm anything!

[harleythatcher]

☽ [ Hailee steinfeld, she/her, cis woman ] ☾ [ harley thatcher ] has lived in [ the waterhole ] for [ her whole life ] now. the [ 26 ] year old [ werewolf ] is the [ arms dealer ] for the [ hellhounds ]. but they also make an honest earning as a [ assistant manager and tattoo artist ] for [ thatcher ink and salon ]. truthfully, they remind me of [ the sound of a tattoo gun hitting skin, cigarette smoke in the distance, long dark hair cascading down your back ]. whenever it’s their turn to be the getaway driver, they blast [ pour some sugar on me by Def Leppard ] on full volume. ☼☼ ooc info; Sarah, 25, she/her, est

Trigger warning for mention of death, guns, murder

FULL NAME: Harley Rivers Thatcher-Matthews

NICKNAME: H, Har, Scarface, little ass kicker 

BIRTH DATE & AGE: 26, December 14th

PLACE OF BIRTH: Skull, Arizona 

CURRENT CITY: Skull, Arizona 

NOTICEABLE FEATURES: Long legs, large scar across her left cheek, hazel eyes, dark hair that is usually seen in a messy bun, tattoos scattered across her entire body 

TATTOOS: Too many to count

PIERCINGS: both ears, cartilage on her left ear, nippels 

CHILDREN: Dakota Thatcher

PETS: Orange tabby cat, Chezit

MINI BIO

Harley Thatcher was born to two loving, young parents - Cecelia and Ethan. They weren’t exactly very old when they became parents to her….only eighteen to be exact 

Cece let Ethan name their daughter and the first name that came to his head was Harley, her name coming from his love for bikes and being a member of the Hellhounds. Sure, it may have seemed a bit cliche, but he felt like it fit suited her

The pair wanted children but were they 100% ready to have a baby by themselves? Far from it. Her mother was cutting hair at the family salon and her dad? A pizza delivery boy and aspiring tattoo artist

Even though it was incredibly difficult, they made it work. Sure, they never have much extra money laying around so that resulted in the girl growing up in the local trailer park and wearing hand-me-downs and eating off brand food. She did not have the most lavish upbringing, but her childhood was filled with love and support from parents who adored her feisty self 

Speaking of feisty, Harley has always been one to push the envelope and not take shit from others. Sometimes that worked in her favor but other times? Not so much. 

She generally was always getting into trouble at school by her teachers and fellow peers, it would range from skipping class, back talking to authority figures, sneaking out/partying, running from the cops, and landing herself overnight in jail for the stupid things she did as a teen. 

Eventually, her actions would catch up to her at the age of seventeen. The young girl found herself getting into a nasty altercation at school with another student that turned bloody and almost deadly. Harley ended up beating up the girl so severely that she left the other person half deaf and in the hospital.

As a result, she was sent to prison (tried as an adult) for a total of three years a few hours away. It was a hard three years to get through, only being able to get visits from her parents and other family members once or twice a month due to the distance 

Her father ended up getting murdered when Harley was nineteen while out on a mission for the Hellhounds. She always knew that her dad had a dangerous job but when she heard the news, it broke her entire heart. He was her role model and best friend in the entire world and he was just...gone.

At twenty years old she was finally released from prison and made her return to her beloved town of Skull. 

Harley’s father’s death fueled her to do better and find more of a purpose with her life. She had always grown up around the Hellhounds members and basically considered them her second family. The brunette always pondered wanting to become a member, so she decided to pass on her father’s legacy and become a prospect. 

After a few years of prospecting, she moved up the ranks to become an arms dealer, just like Ethan 

When she was twenty four, she became pregnant with a guy she had been casually seeing for a few months. After breaking the news to him, he was so excited and overjoyed with the news that he proposed to her and at seven months pregnant with their daughter, she had a courthouse wedding. It was followed by a humble reception at the restaurant they had their first date at. 

Things were sweet for only so long though and when their daughter Dakota was around eight months, Harley would find out that her husband was cheating on her with another woman. That night, she bagged up all of his shit and threw it out of their trailer, telling him to go to hell and get lost. She hasn’t been in contact with him ever since. 

Right now, she is trying her best to be a single mother, member for the Hellhounds, and an assistant manager and artist at the family salon and tattoo parlor. 

FUN FACTS

Is a full blooded werewolf, both of her parents being them 

Always has had a strong love for drawing and while she was in prison, did some tattooing on the other inmates that were her friends

Has a large scar across her left cheek that she got from a homemade knife after a fight with another inmate 

Adores classic rock, having many fond memories of listening to it with her dad as a kid 

Is very much a tomboy and feels most confident with her leather jacket and her hair in a messy bun

She doesn’t know how many tattoos she has, them being all around her body. Harley has two full sleeves and her tattoos vary in size and style 

Her favorite flowers are sunflowers 

Is still technically married, she never filed for divorce from her husband despite them being estranged

Thatcher Salon was merged into Thatcher Salon and Ink after her parents saved up enough to build onto the building to add a room for tattooing. Harley filled in as one of the main artists / managers after her father’s passing. 

Full Biography coming soon.

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Happy New Year, I'm already thinking of adding my first killer of the year

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☽ [ diana silvers, she/her, cis female ] ☾ [ drew bishop ] has lived in [ the waterhole ] for [ her whole life ] now. the [ 24 ] year old [ untriggered werewolf ] is a [ member ] of the [ hellhounds ]. but they also make an honest earning as a [ gas station attendant ] for [ the gas station ]. truthfully, they remind me of [ mud splattered across white converse, sinking sharp teeth into sickly sweet red candy, scraped knees bleeding through denim jeans ]. whenever it’s their turn to be the getaway driver, they blast [death wish by LØLØ ] on full volume. ☼☼ ooc info; chester, 25, they/them, gmt+10.

BASICS

Name: Drew Bishop

Gender: Cis Female, she/her

Species: Untriggered Werewolf

Age: Twenty-four

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gang: Hellhounds

Occupation: Gas Station Attendant

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs: ENTJ ( “ Commander ” )

Zodiac Sign: Aries Sun, Gemini Moon

Four Temperaments: Choleric

The Enneagram Types: The Achiever

HISTORY

Drew was born the youngest of the Bishop family. That would have been her own curse to bring to the family. Born out of order, born too young. Born at the wrong time three years too early, she broke the pattern. Perhaps that’s why she always felt so estranged in her family.

Her siblings did the best they could to raise her after their parents died on the year of her 7th birthday. Just old enough to remember them in fleeting moments, brief memories that learn to escape her over the years. Replaced with the comfort of her older siblings.

There was always a divide within Drew, something soft wanting to be loved. Parchment pale skin, tender bruises as she stumble from her bike. Crawling into her brother's bed those nights she can’t sleep, and nightmares of sharp teeth swallow her whole.

A brother she’d see as this replacement parent he tried his best to be.

A brother she’d lash out at, resentment for the way she never got to be them. Envious. Those were days where she let those emotions that claw at her insides, bubble over and spill into the air around them. 

It was never something she understood, why she would always feel like she was never quite a Bishop. Never belonging, even in her own family. Why she never got to experience the same things her siblings did.

Her whole life, she felt as if she was fighting to prove her place. Especially to Nathan Bishop. A man who would always be just out of reach to her. A man always wrapped up in her siblings' lives, but didn’t care enough to even be disappointed in her. To glance in her direction. It was like she was invisible. And it gnawed at her, constantly. Why wasn’t she enough?

She would have given anything to be given his guidance, no matter how desperately she seemed to fight for it.

School was a place Drew got to come to life, a world that was hers to mold and shape. Lacquer glossed lips, and glittered eyelids- she learnt what it was like to be in control for the first time in her life. Or close to it. 

She’d join the cheer squad, make it up to captain by her final years. She’d find herself lost at parties, sneaking out in the middle of the night, only to crawl back into bed in the early hours of the morning after she was certain her siblings heard her. This world was her domain, everyone wanted to sink their teeth into her- and she loved that feeling. She loved that control.

Leaving town was never something he had dreams of, which meant her youth came and went. Her school graduated, and she’d end up staying in her same job working at the Gas Station on the edge of town. 

Despite her first job being at the bike shop, it was only a matter of time until she felt the need to somewhere other than constantly around her family all the time. 

What she wanted the most was what Arden has, to have been shaped- molded into the perfect leader. But she always knew she was never as malleable, she was never something so willing to be handled.

By now she should have triggered, at least it would put that clawing creature inside her to rest. The one that keeps her up at night and catches in the back of her throat. The constant stirring that never lets her know peace.

But god, she’s afraid. And she’d never admit it.

She’s always biting off more than she can chew. Always confident she’s ready for a situation, only for her to need help getting herself out. But most days she refuses to call for help.

AESTHETICS

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almost every time i go through my likes extensively i find another person that's blocked me

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The one downside to corralling all my canon muses into one place is blogs that focus on one fandom don’t always take you seriously

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if i had a nickel for every time i found out someone blocked me because i went to clean out my likes, i'd have like 3 nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened 3 times

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And when I add him with a Henry Cavill face, then what?

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so who's gonna take one for the team and give me this?

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Just wanna say a quick thank you to everyone already here and talking/writing with me cause almost anyone new I follow just doesn’t seem to be here for my brand of silliness like y’all are 💖✨