#Louise Hastings

[comicsiswild]

Darkhold: Pages From The Book Of Sins (1992) #4

[comicwaren]

“For the record. No matter what I was going through. I wasn’t gonna let myself kill you.” -- Blade

Cover art for Midnight Sons: Blood Hunt #003

Art by Ken Lashley and Juan Fernandez

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

Me, standing in the center of a pile of bodies of the innocent who died because of me: We did it team! Good job!

[rivercule]

I saw this variant cover and let out a noise that scared my dog. Professor Hastings…

[hjbirthdaywishes]

June 10, 2024

Happy 57 Birthday to June Carryl.

[gogmstuff]

Pre-crinoline Victorian dresses (from top to bottom) -

1837 Maria Louise Alexandrine von Preußen geb. Prinzessin von Sachsen-Weimar-Eisenach by Carl Joseph Begas (Klassik Stiftung Weimar, specific location ?). From Wikimedia 1311X1542.

ca. 1840 Lady Flora Hastings possibly by Edward Finden after E. Hawkins;  portrait from the book Hastings of Hastings. From Wikimedia, attributions from British Museum Web site 2275X2263.

1840 Junge Dame bei der Toilette by Ferdinand Georg Waldmüller (Wien Museum or Museen der Stadt Wien, specific location ? - Wien, Austria). From Wikimedia 1632X2048.

1842 Marquise Louis-Frédéric Foucher de Circé, née Marie-Marguerite Burthe by Amaury Duval (Musée Sainte-Croix - Poitiers, Vienne, Nouvelle-Aquitaine, France). From Wikimedia; fixed spots, creases, & flaws w Pshop 743X1000.

Marie Karoline Austria Teschen by Robert Theer (auctioned by Christie's) From the lost gallery's photostream on flickr; fixed spots w Pshop 1884X2312.

Unknown woman by Sergey Zaryanko (Tyumen Regional Museum of Fine Arts - Tyumen, Tyumen Oblast, Russia). From theebonswan.blogspot.com/2018/12/portrait-of-unknown-woman-1840s-sergey.html?view=magazine 781X999.

Probably Lady Adelaide Emelina Caroline Vane by Sir Francis Grant (auctioned by Christie's). From their Web site 1196X1574.

1842 Maria Anna of Bavaria, Queen of Saxony by Joseph Karl Stieler (location ?) From the lost gallery; fixed spots & flaws w Pshop 1459X1951.

[bloggingwithauthorialintent]

On Genres: Mystery

I put in my blog description that my favorite genres are (in no particular order) scifi, fantasy, and mystery. But those are pretty big categories and I can get more specific

Mystery is the easiest to specify for me - I love detective fiction. The investigator doesn't have to be an actual PI or police detective though, the idea is to have one main character who solves crimes. (For example the main character of Elsa Hart's Jade Dragon Mountain who is an exiled librarian who has the miserable luck to keep getting tangled up in murder mysteries). This also happens in other mystery subgenres and other genres altogether, but there are other more subtle qualities that differentiate them. My brother once tried to convince me to watch a horror movie (I think it was The Conjuring but I'm not certain) by claiming "It's a mystery!" I watched the first few minutes then walked out saying "dogs don't die on-screen in mysteries." (Despite the name, murder mysteries don't actually tend to be very violent in the story itself. They're typically about the aftermath of violence and the how and why, rather than being about the acts of violence themselves) To me, a good detective mystery is essentially the journey of solving a puzzle. The reader should be encouraged to try and collect clues as they go, and be wowed by the detective's investigation. I'll never forget my first Sherlock Holmes story - reading The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle back in middle school, the scene where Sherlock analyzes the hat (which, to be clear, is not even remotely good science by modern standards) stuck with me and inspired me to seek out the rest of the Sherlock Holmes stories. It's also important to detective mystery that the investigator is a strong character. A blorbo, if you will There are plenty of posts about how many modern adaptations make Sherlock Holmes less interesting than he is in the books (though I think that's partially because there are a lot of stories and that they highlight different parts of his character, so there's a lot of room for varied interpretations). Whatever you think of him, I don't think I've ever heard someone call him boring (I'm sure someone's said it at some point, but it's certainly not the majority opinion). He catches attention in whatever adaptation it is (though I'm sure y'all are aware, given this is the SuperWhoLock website) Agatha Christie's Poirot is a very different character from Sherlock, but just as interesting. I have some very strong opinions on the most recent movie adaptations of Poirot that require me to harness all my little grey cells and go "It's okay for people to put their own spin on a character. It's okay for people to interpret a character differently" through clenched teeth. They did right by his mustache though The Penumbra Podcast has Juno Steel in the Junoverse part of that podcast (if you're unfamiliar, it's 2 podcasts in a trenchcoat). It's called The Junoverse, but In universe, the world does not revolve around Juno. However, love for Juno and later all the other recurring characters is at the heart of that show (which you should listen to, if you don't already) tl;dr - Detective mystery is great because it's Investigator Blorbo solves the puzzles of other people's (sometimes murderous) actions

[fischerfrey]

family lines; the alderlies (so far...)

tobias menzies and rebecca ferguson as duke thomas of alderly and princess louise of hesse and by rhine

harrison osterfield and gijs blom as prince henry of alderly and elian goldcrest

teresa palmer and jj feild as duchess cora and duke henry of alderly

patrick gibson, sophie nélisse, and astrid s as edward, grace, and kerina of alderly

alexia giordano and patrick gibson as duchess jocelyn and duke edward of alderly

(time jump across a few generations)

elizabeth mitchell and dominic west as duchess isabella alderly and prince stefanos of greece and denmark

nicholas galitzine and hannah van der westhuysen as prince quentin ‘quincey’ and princess olympia of alderly

 nicholas galitzine and nathan bouts as quincey alderly and dawn harvelle

elian and dawn belong to @potionboy3​

cora, grace, and kerina belong to @camillejeaneshphm​​

jocelyn belongs to @endlessly-cursed​

[sageandscorpiongrass]

I need to start a garden!

Nature and its many meanings.

The Garden, Andrew Marvell | What I Would Like to Grow in My Garden, Katherine Riegel | The Seed-Shop, Muriel Stuart | Irises, Vincent van Gough | Oom Sha La La, Haley Heynderickx | New Feet Within My Garden Go, Emily Dickinson | The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. IV), Anaïs Nin | Spring At Last, Hanne Lore Koehler | The Way Through The Woods, Rudyard Kipling | Garden, Eric Tran | To: Myself In Colorado, Everybody’s Worried About Owen | What is Blooming, Debra Yvonne Mathis | The Eye in the Forest, Photographer Unknown | Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers, Elizabeth Barrett Browning | The Wild Iris, Louise Glück | Overgrown Garden, Beetlebug | The Table in the Sun in the Garden, Henri Le Sidaner | Gardens There Were, Leslie Nelson Jennings | On the Pulse of Morning, Maya Angelou | Covered Bridge Park, Ryan Radke | I Worried, Mary Oliver | Oom Sha La La, Haley Heynderickx

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[waywardxrhea]

Part of Your World - George Weasley

Chapter 5

pairing: George Weasley x fem!Muggle!reader

installment list / previous chapter / next chapter

word count: 1,534

content: angst, dementor attack, mentions of death (non-main character), fluff.

dividers by: @firefly-graphics

One chilly November evening George was walking you home from the bus station after your classes and rehearsal at school. Things had started to get more dangerous on the warfront of the Wizarding side of things, so this was a habit he had gotten into for his own peace of mind as well as for your safety. As you two took a shortcut through the park, you pulled your scarf tighter around your neck and your coat closer to your body when the air around you suddenly got a lot colder than it had been moments before. “I can’t wait until the spring,” you commented with a shiver as the both of you quickened your pace. 

You only got about ten more metres at this pace before you slowed down to a stop. Your legs felt like they were cement and they refused to move as an overwhelming feeling of sadness and hopelessness washing over you suddenly. You placed a gloved hand over your mouth as tears began to run down your face and your mind flashed to the worst day of your life. 

One sunny June afternoon you and your parents were gathered around the hospital bed of Louise, better known as Gran - your dad’s mother. The room’s blinds were open and sun was streaming into the brightly decorated room. This would under normal circumstances be a very pretty room as it had been for the last few months, but today was not any ordinary day. Today was the day the family had been dreading for months, ever since Louise got diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. 

Louise’s condition had been deteriorating for weeks, but today seemed to be worse yet. A few minutes prior, the doctor had pulled your dad out into the hallway and informed him that she was showing signs of dying and that they would start giving her medicine to help make her departure comfortable. When he told you and your mum this, you finally broke down fully, grabbing Gran’s hand and holding on tightly. 

Gran squeezed your hand lightly and croaked out, “Remember what we decided?” 

“Yes, but, I- Gran, please, I just want to-” you tried.

“Please grant this old bag her dying wish,” she whispered with a quiet laugh. “This isn’t the last time you’ll see me, love. Just have a little faith and we’ll meet again.”

You nodded, taking the guitar that your dad was handing you that previously stood in the case that was propped against the wall. As your parents sat on the other side of the bed with your dad holding Gran’s right hand, you sat on her left side and Gran made sure to put a hand on your knee as you strummed the guitar to her favourite song: Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. It was the song that her husband had played when he proposed to her and they had their first dance at their wedding to. She wanted it to be played as she went to see him again. 

You couldn’t bring your voice to work as tears ran down your cheeks, so your parents took over the vocals for the song, harmonising like only they could as bandmates and as husband and wife. The sound brought a smile to Gran’s face and death approached fast, taking her before the second chorus even ended. 

Meanwhile back out in the stinging cold in Regent’s Park, George turned to check on you when he no longer felt your presence beside him and saw a couple of Dementors circling around you! A sense of doom creeped into George’s mind and dread filled him at the sight. Before this feeling could overwhelm him though, George remembered his DA lessons with Harry. He pulled out his wand and summoned up a happy memory: the one of him and Fred leaving Hogwarts. He concentrated on the warm feeling in his chest and bellowed, “Expecto Patronum!” 

From the end of his wand flew his Patronus, a magpie, and it began to pelt away at the Dementors, making them fly away in haste, leaving you on your knees on the cold ground. George quickly made his way to your side and as he did, he heard you whispering, “Please don’t go, please!” into your gloved hands as they covered your face.

George joined you on the ground and wrapped you in an embrace as he whispered, “Hey, I’m here, it’s okay now.”

Upon hearing his voice, you seemed to snap out of the trance the Dementors had on you and you buried your face into George’s chest as you tried to control your breathing. After a few moments, you found your voice and whispered, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to freak out like that. I don’t know what got into me…”

“Don’t apologise, it wasn’t random. There were Dementors here. Muggles can’t see them. I had to cast the Patronus Charm to get them away,” George explained. “Those damn things get into your head and pull out your worst memories. I’m sorry you had to go through that, darling.”

George separated himself from you and got you both to your feet before looking around, seeing that you were near the shop where you had your first date at and said, “Here, let’s go to our usual spot. We’ll get you a hot chocolate and a chocolate croissant.” As you headed in that direction, George told you, “Harry swears by chocolate after a Dementor attack.”

You nodded and followed George into the shop, still numb from both the cold and the memories that resurfaced because of the wretched beings. It was only after a few sips of the warm drink that you said anything, telling George quietly, “Thank you for saving me back there.”

“Of course,” he replied warmly, worry still etched in his small smile. “You still seem pretty shaken, are you okay?” George asked, noticing the tremor in your hands and how you used both to hold the cup in order to not spill the drink. 

“I’ll be okay…” you said quietly. “I just…haven’t really thought about all that day since it happened…”

“If you don’t mind my asking, what memory did the Dementors bring out?” George asked tentatively. 

You took a long sip from your hot chocolate before responding, your voice filled with emotion as you did. “The day my gran died. She was in the hospital on hospice for about two months before her body finally gave up. Stage four lung cancer. The doctors said there wasn’t any way to treat it so we just had to let it happen…” You placed the cup roughly on the table before the shaking in your hands got too bad, adding, “She was my best friend and biggest supporter. Before she got sick she made sure to come watch every show I was in and brought me hydrangeas after every one of them. Mary was the first show she didn’t get to see.” Your voice broke at the last sentence and you wiped a tear that escaped your eye from your cheek.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you added, “We would sing together when she watched me when I was younger and she taught me how to play the piano. The day she died, I was playing one of her favourite songs when it happened and Dad made me keep playing all of her favourites even after she was gone because they say hearing is the last sense to go and he wanted her to be happy when she passed on.” A smile finally made its way onto your face as you giggled quietly and said, “We played Sweet Caroline last and the whole nursing staff was in there with us singing, it was beautiful.”

George took your hands in his and squeezed as he told you, “I’m so sorry for your loss… I can tell she meant a lot to you.”

“She meant the world,” you agreed with a sad smile on your lips. “You know how I’m always saying to have a little faith?”

George nodded, saying, “Your optimism is one of my favourite things about you.”

You couldn’t help the bashful smile that made its way onto your lips before you said, “Well I got that mantra from her. That was how she lived her life and how she taught me how to live mine. Abbie thinks I’m too optimistic for my own good, but…”

“If we aren’t optimistic about what the future holds, there isn’t a future worth living,” George said thoughtfully.

“Well said, Weasley,” you said, impressed by the sudden philosophical turn of your boyfriend. 

“I try,” he said with a chuckle. 

Once you were finished with the warm drink and pastry, George walked you to your house and rather than going back to the shop, he stayed with you as long as you needed. And although you couldn't shake the memories pelting your mind of that day, with George's comforting words and hold, it became bearable as you finally began to come to terms with Gran's death and how it changed you as a person since.

a/n: I swear the next part is happier (mostly)!

anyways! likes and comments are always appreciated! xo, brooke <3

taglist: @reidmarieprentiss @v1ckycheesue @superduckmilkshake

[lavenderscented]

Hai! This is the first chapter to a story I’m writing! If you’re interested in reading the rest it’ll be updated on my wattpad that’s linked at the bottom 🩷

Yvette woke up how she normally does, tucked away in her nest hiding from the rest of the world. It was bright and early, sun rays peeking through her curtains and dancing across her face. She was so close to snuggling deeper into her lavender soaked sheets and going back to sleep till a familiar scent of honeysuckle filled her room. Yvette lifted her eyes open, meeting two big round ones of her youngest sister.

"Evee! Mama says breakfast is ready and you have to get dressed for work!" Louise said in a singsong voice that sounded like a song from one of her many cartoons. She bounced her way into Yvette's room flopping onto her bed.

"I'm up but guess who else is up? The tickle monster!!" Yvette scooped her sister into her arms and started tickling her sides till she heard fits of laughter and giggles filling the air.

"Okay okay Evee you got me! I surrender" Louise said as tears streamed down her face laughing so hard her stomach began to cramp. Yvette laughed alongside her sister and tucked them both back into bed. Rubbing her cheek against her sister's gently scent marking her and releasing a soft purr. Louise smiled and purred back content to be surrounded by her sister's protective scent. Both sisters were slowly falling asleep until a familiar shout woke them both up with a startle.

"Girls! I know you're sleeping in there, wake up before I come and wake you up." Yvette's mother said in a tone that meant business.

Yvette gently patted her sister's butt, "Common kit Mama says it's time to get up."

Louise nodded her head and hopped out of the bed similarly to the way she hopped in. Yvette followed her sister out of her room and down the stairs greeting her younger siblings at the table and finally going up to her mother and kissing her cheeks while greeting her with a good morning. Yvette sat down at the table ready to dig into until she felt a small whack against her hand. She looked up at her mother in confusion and whined softly.

"You know we wait till your father sits down before we eat Yvette." Her mother said in a gentler tone that did not match the slight sting against her hand. Yvetted nodded her head and sat impatiently waiting for her father while making small talk with her younger siblings. Finally her father came down with a huff that showed his age. He greeted his wife with a haste kiss on the lips and then another on the forehead. He sat down at the table and as if a bell went off all the children began to eat like they haven't had food in years. While Yvette's father sipped his coffee he brought up a topic that has always been her least favorite discussion.

"So Yvette... When will you find a mate and become bonded."

Yvette whined with bits of syrup all over her face and looked up at her father. "Papa, you know I'm focused on work right now. I will find one when I find one."

He sighed and shook his head, "Yvette spring is almost here and you'll be turning 24. You're the oldest of all my kits that have yet to find a mate. Your older sister was bonded with 2 kits at your age. What is so important that you can't go out looking for a mate?"

Yvette's scent slowly changed into a smell of burnt sugar showing her distress and sadness. The truth is Yvette has looked but no smell has attracted her in the slightest. She started to believe that she wasn't meant to find a mate. She's the oldest of her friends that has yet to be bonded or even share her heat with anyone, and it was starting to affect her self perception and esteem. She often thought maybe it was her that wasn't appealing, maybe it was her scent that was the problem. Too defeated to say anything she just nodded her head and sighed, "yes father."

Yvette's mother gave her father a look of disappointment, of course her mother was wondering the same things but she would have been more tactful than her father was. Yvette was silent for the rest of her breakfast, eating as quickly as she could so she could get ready for work and evade these upsetting questions.

Once she finished her food she all but ran to her room, quickly rushing inside and sliding down against the door tucking her knees to her chest. She wanted to stay here in her nest and wallow in her loneliness. The same smell of burnt sugar started to fill her room till she could choke on it. She sighed and picked herself off the floor, making her way to the closest to choose her outfit for the day. Picking out a black pencil skirt and a pink blouse with short heels she began getting dressed. Halfway dressed she heard a soft knock on the door.

"I'm getting dressed" Yvette said in a much more defeated tone than she meant too.

Yvette's mother walked through the door and sighed, "it's just me kit. I'm sorry about your father but you know he only wants the best for you and he's worried. We want you happy kit and I can't tell if you truly are."

Yvette sighed and nodded her head, "I understand but it's not like I haven't been trying Mama. I've been on dates but no one smells good."

Her mother gave her a soft smile, "you'll find them one day just don't give up but in the meantime I'll let you get finished being ready I don't want you late to work."

Yvette finished getting ready and made her way out the door, avoiding her father in the process. She walked to her garage, stepping into her car. The drive to work was usually her time to relax and gather her thoughts, but today, the weight of her father's words hung heavy in her mind. She couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that had settled in her chest.

Pulling into the parking lot of her office, Yvette took a deep breath, trying to center herself. She worked at a marketing firm, a job she genuinely enjoyed and was good at. It provided her a sense of accomplishment that her personal life currently lacked. As she entered the building, she was greeted by her friend and colleague, Mia, whose bright smile was always a welcome sight.

"Morning, Yvette! Ready for another exciting day?" Mia asked cheerfully.

Yvette forced a smile, not wanting to burden Mia with her troubles. "Morning, Mia. Ready as I'll ever be."

The day passed in a blur of meetings and project deadlines. Yvette threw herself into her work, using it as a distraction from her personal woes. It was during lunch, as she was eating alone at her desk, that she received a text from her mother.

*Mama: Don't forget to come home early tonight. Family dinner.*

Yvette sighed, feeling the pressure mounting again. Family dinners were always a mix of warmth and tension, especially with her father around. She dreaded the inevitable questions about her love life but knew she couldn't avoid them forever.

As the workday ended, Yvette packed up her things and headed home. The drive back felt shorter than usual, and before she knew it, she was walking through the front door of her family's house. The familiar scents of home – her mother's cooking, her siblings' laughter – provided a temporary comfort.

Dinner started off pleasantly enough, with her younger siblings sharing stories from their day and her mother bustling around the kitchen. But as soon as they all sat down to eat, Yvette could feel her father's eyes on her.

"So, Yvette," he began, and Yvette's heart sank. "Any progress on finding a mate today?"

She forced herself to meet his gaze, trying to keep her voice steady. "No, Papa. I've been busy with work."

Her father's frown deepened. "Work isn't everything, Yvette. You're not getting any younger."

Before Yvette could respond, her mother stepped in. "Let's not ruin dinner with this discussion. Yvette will find her mate when the time is right."

Grateful for her mother's intervention, Yvette nodded and focused on her food. The rest of the dinner passed without further incident, but the tension lingered.

After dinner, Yvette retreated to her room, feeling more alone than ever. She wished for someone who understood her, who could see past her fears and insecurities. Little did she know, fate was about to intervene in the most unexpected way.

The next morning, as Yvette was getting ready for work, she received a message from an old friend, Leo. He was visiting town and wanted to catch up. Yvette hesitated for a moment, then agreed to meet him for lunch. She remembered Leo as kind and understanding, and maybe a friendly face was exactly what she needed.

Meeting Leo turned out to be a breath of fresh air. They talked and laughed, reminiscing about old times. Yvette felt a sense of ease she hadn't experienced in a while. As they were saying their goodbyes, Leo mentioned he had recently bonded and that his mate had a friend who was also looking for a connection.

Yvette's heart skipped a beat. Could this be the opportunity she had been waiting for? With a mixture of hope and apprehension, she agreed to meet Leo's mate and their friend. Little did she know, this meeting may just set her on a path to finding the mate she had longed for, and in the process, discovering her true self.

A/N: There’s only 3 chapters published but if there is any interest I’ll post more frequently

[comicsiswild]

Darkhold: Pages From The Book Of Sins (1992) #2

[comicwaren]

From Crypt of Shadows Vol. 3 #001

“The Crypt of Shadows”, by Al Ewing, Ramon Bachs and Rain Beredo

“Neither Big Nor Bad”, by Danny Lore, Karen S. Darboe and Cris Peter

“Werewolf by Moon Knight”, by Rebecca Roanhorse, Geoff Shaw and Arif Prianto

“Skin Crawl”, by Chris Cooper, Ibrahim Moustafa and Neeraj Menon

“Down Came the Rain”, by Chris Condon, Fran Galán and James Campbell

“Endless Slaughter in the Infinite Swamp”, by Adam Warren and GURU-eFX

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

and thus begins the upcoming roll out of the Midnight Sons. I had such high hopes for the 90s horror revival.. but it falls flat pretty fast and that is sad...

[athenianwit]

jonathan bailey, homosexual + homoromantic, cis man + he/him, support «—◦—→ well met, atticus welby! the godling born child of athena. it’s been thirty-five years and now they have answered the song in their veins. can he change the course of history with their pragmatism, perception, + creativity? or will their shrewdness, callousness, + neuroticism hinder them? only time will tell before this godling’s name is sung into myth and legend!

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🦉 : # BASICS

full name: atticus nathaniel welby. nickname(s): atty. age: thirty-five. date of birth: august 28, 1988. hometown: london, england. current location: mount olympus, greece. species: demi-god. ethnicity: white (english). nationality: british. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. occupation: trauma surgeon / emergency room surgeon. living arrangements: athena's cabin. language(s): english, french, spanish, latin, greek. accent: london

🦉 : # PHYSICS

face claim: jonathan bailey. hair color: brunette. eye color: brown. height: 5'11". weight: 160 lb. build: wiry. tattoos: none. usual expression: solemn, serious. prominent features: smile. warm brown eyes. dominant hand: right. clothing style: business casual. lots of trousers and long sleeve/button up shirts. crewnecks. polo shirts. lots and lots of sweaters and turtlenecks. loafers, oxfords, lace up boots. lots of neutrals/browns + darks/blues. minimal accessories, usually only a watch on his dominant hand. old money aesthetic.

🦉 : # PERSONALITY

astrological sign: virgo sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising. positive traits: pragmatic, perceptive, creative, disciplined. negative traits: shrewd, callous, neurotic, critical. myers brigg: intj. element: air. enneagram: the reformer. temperament: melancholic. hogwarts house: ravenclaw. moral alignment: moral neutral. primary vice: pride. primary virtue: diligence. fears: failing to save another patient's life, spiders. habits: constantly swallows while talking when nervous, raising or furrowing his eyebrows, taking off and cleaning his glasses, readjusting or pushing up his glasses constantly, rubbing his temple when anxious or contemplating, pacing back and forth in a room, bouncing his legs up and down while in a chair, checking his watch repeatedly. quirks: counting his teeth with his tongue when distracted, looking down at his feet when walking, drumming his fingers along surfaces, putting the earpiece of his glasses in his mouth when contemplating, cracking his knuckles when idle, licking his lips when nervous, biting his bottom lip, biting his fingernails, clicking a ballpoint pen open and close, picking at his flesh, shredding paper when idle, constantly needing to organize his own space. pet peeves: people that ignore others, people that roll their eyes when others are talking, blasting music in public/quiet spaces, people who invade his personal space. hobbies: reading, knitting, crocheting, chess.

🦉 : # FAMILY.

parents: athena, nathaniel welby, harper welby (nee finch) (stepmother). siblings: violet welby, maude welby, louise welby (half sisters). other relatives: none of importance. pets: none

🦉 : # SEXUAL.

sexual orientation: homosexual + homoromantic. sexual position: versatile with a strong bottom lean. kinks: tbd. anti-kinks: tbd.

🦉 : # ADDITIONAL LORE.

class: support. innate abilities from athena: history, insight. other abilities: acrobatics, medicine, perception, survival, stealth. character inspirations: annette hargrove from cruel intentions. annie edison from community. caroline forbes from the vampire diaries. clarice starling from the silence of the lambs. dana scully from the x-files. diane nguyen from bojack horseman. haley james from one tree hill. jane foster from thor. jemma simmons from agents of shield. meredith grey from greys anatomy. rory gilmore from gilmore girls. spencer hastings from pretty little liars. velma dinkley from scooby-doo. what was atticus doing when he heard the song of their godling blood? he'd been working in the emergency room on a 24 hour shift and was in the middle of surgery with a patient who had been in a fatal accident

🦉 : # BIOGRAPHY.

tbd.

[hjbirthdaywishes]

June 10, 2023

Happy 56 Birthday to June Carryl.