#beavforts

[ferrousfaearchive]

❝ I have been generous up ‘til now; I can be cruel. ❞

— For one long moment, time seems to still around Morrigan, and then it twists, reordering the world in a new pattern of Cain’s own creation. It’s not a surprise, really; Morrigan is fond of Cain, yes, but that doesn’t mean she trusts him. The man has always been a ticking time bomb, and having him close was always a risk. However, she had honestly thought he would focus his ire on Briar or Mei, an altercation removed from Morrigan that she would have no choice but to insert herself in. 

She hadn’t trusted him, but she had expected him to be smarter than to come for her himself. 

“Oh,” she says, and it’s pity that drips from her smile. “Darling, you’re new to this game, and I am not unaware of the debts I owe you, so I will be gentle.” She sets the cocktail shaker in her hand down, and moves around the mini-bar so there are no obstacles between them. If he wants to come for her, Morrigan wants to give him his best shot. 

“I understand it, I really do. You have seen me weaker than most, Cain, and with that comes… doubts. People like us, doubts generally lead to grand ideas; We can’t help it, we’re ambitious. You think just because a pretty boy with a sword slayed me, I should have some kind of respect for you. You won, after all, fairy magic be damned.” 

Morrigan looks him over now, and is a little ashamed at her own affection. What is Cain, if not yet another angry man who feels entitled to her dedication? “What you have forgotten is that you are a child, and a lonely one at that.” 

“Phillip didn’t kill me, not really. What killed me was fairy magic and cold iron– And while the last is in high supply, good luck finding a fairy in this town who doesn’t owe me a favour.” 

“More importantly, Cain, was the fact that in the end, none of that matters. We both know what decided our fates all those years ago. Love saved you, just as surely as it damned me.” Morrigan takes a step closer, her voice dropping into a whisper. “So come for me, if you want, Beaufort. But remember: No one loves you, now.”

[wndybird]

★

★ - drag my muse by the arm.

“   LET ME GO !   ” the words pour from her like a battle cry , her arm held so tightly in his grip as he strides that she can picture her tiny little bird bones snapping like toothpicks under the pressure. she will not be pulled around like a ragdoll again , not by someone she hardly knows , not by this — by this wretch of a man. it is maybe hypocritical for her to fight so strongly against him where she does not always against peter , but there is a difference: cain is a stranger , and she will not have to deal with him daily , and if she shows her teeth and eventually sinks them in , no one can say she did not warn him. clearly, peter’s savagery rubs off on her more than she realizes. it’s a high pressure situation , surely we can excuse it this one time.

beneath the sear of her anger , however , lies fear. low in her stomach , it unfurls slowly , vines winding themselves up around her ribs— when he turns to snap at her , she thinks of the four jacks; birds have talons , she told herself then , and she swings out towards his face without putting much more thought into it , nails and all.

[milo-james-thatch-blog1]

1.

1. “Come over here and make me.”

“Please, for the sake of my sanity, shut up Cain.” Milo said in an exasperated tone, though nothing close to harsh. It was a light tease that paired with a faint smile on Milo’s face, despite the large amount of work sitting in front of him.

“Come over here and make me.” Cain replied instantly, an eyebrow raising in a challenging expression.

A simple six words were enough to send Milo’s mind back to a night that remained unspoken between the two of them.

Rarely did Milo ever drink as heavily as he did tonight. Usually on a Friday night, Milo never had a problem with staying at home with his cat, catching up on work while watching television. However, being at home alone meant being alone with his thoughts, and for once, he didn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with that. 

Milo was six shots in, and though his head spun, it wasn’t quite enough to erase the overwhelming doubt that Kida was dead. Arriving in Fabletown felt so recent, and the lack of Kida by his side was a cold and empty dread that sat right in the center of his heart. Only tequila and vodka provided enough warmth that night to fill that emptiness, or mask it at the very least - albeit, temporarily.

“Two more shots of vodka, please.” Milo muttered tiredly to the bartender, taking off his glasses and rubbing an eye with a palm.

“Last time I saw you here, you and alcohol weren’t exactly the best of friends.” A voice came from beside Milo, and when he turned, he was greeted with the sight of a familiar face who was clearly farther into drinking than Milo was. 

“Cain, right?” It was an avoidance of the comment. A statement to try and register his face into his mind. It led to a conversation blurred by the contents of tequila and more vodka. There was a break in the cloud of Milo’s thoughts when the next couple words left Cain’s mouth.

“Pretty pitiful of you to be drinking alone.”

“Pretty hypocritical of you to chastise me for an activity you seem to find yourself partaking in on a daily basis.” The snarky reply left Milo before he could stop it, as if lubricated by the alcohol in his veins. Cain’s eyes narrowed, but Milo was far too tired to care.

“You better shut your damn mouth if you know what’s good for you.”

“Come over here and make me.” Milo fired right back, exhausted eyes meeting Cain’s. He wasn’t quite sure why he said it, but was quite sure of the regret that seeped into his skin a moment later from his liquid courage. Milo was positive that he had shocked Cain by the look on his face, including himself in the process.

The pause in conversation lasted a beat too long; enough so that Milo wondered if he should leave right then and there. Until Cain leaned in close, words low and as harsh as his nails would be against the other’s skin later that evening.

“I’m calling an Uber, and if you aren’t in it with me, I’m going home alone.”

Milo blinked at Cain, any previous response dying on his tongue. The pen in Milo’s hand twirled once, and he then looked back down at the paper in front of him, face slightly flushed as he cleared his throat.

“…I’d rather not. Carry on.”

[cessairhuxley]

when: october 16th where: wonderland who: @beavforts / closed starter

he does have an office, nestled in the darkness at the back of wonderland.  a place for paperwork, accounts, employment records, the more mundane aspects of running the club - the things that keep it above board, strictly legal and legitimate.  he doesn’t use it very often.  why hide away in the recesses when he can be -- p r e s e n t.  visible.  just a note in the back of their minds that he is here, that he is watching.  it also makes him accessible -- nestled in a booth just off to one side of the main stage, slightly elevated to give a clear horizon of all he might survey while being private enough for a touch of seclusion... it also means that if there’s anything which crosses the mind of his ‘employees’, a random thought, a concern, a worry, even a simple question... that they can set foot upon that step and approach him directly... ( not that they so often do, but that opportunity is there - it really just depends on whether they have the courage to take it ).

...after all - one of the best ways to hear things, was to be a good listener.

it’s early.  or at least, early enough that the dancers are getting ready for their show, the bar and wait staff are making sure the shelves are plentifully stocked, a hum of activity before the real ‘action’ was brought to life beneath the flare of a spotlight and music loud enough to resonate against the heart beating in your chest.  but not - yet... it’s quiet enough to talk without raised voices.  the low of the light isn’t the flash and flicker of psychedelic trance, more of a soft gloom but still easy enough to see by.  easy enough to see the somewhat stalwart form of cain, making his way through the front of the club, no doubt readying for a night of performance.

the isolated monster.  the shunned.  the outcast.  the beast... ...suddenly given centre stage.  the freedom to be whatever he wants to be.  not chased with pitchforks and burning torches.  where magic doesn’t corrupt his form, where he is allowed to simply say ‘no’ without fearing some manner of wicked punishment because of someone elses sense of injustice, their judgement.  given a place, a space, a spotlight all his own where he can be -- a d o r e d.  

❝ cain, come -- sit. ❞

one hand raises and he beckons the other into the plush recesses of the booth.  his voice is easy, breezy, welcoming.  and no, he’s not looking to tame the beast - not.  at.  all.  ( where would be the fun in that? ).  no collars nor leashes, no cages.  he - w a n t s - him to feel safe here, secure.  with a home, a place, a -- family... somewhere to belong.

❝ it’s been a while since we’ve had a chance to catch up -- how are you doing, my friend??? ❞

[scoutwilson-blog]

Slurred words

“Cain…” she lets herself trail off for a moment, thinking about her friend. There was something about him that made her want to do him justice, that made her want to do right by him; even when so many other in Fabletown couldn’t see past the exterior, she saw something kindred in him. A soul whose life had been undone by magic, someone who would never be the same because of it. “He’s such a drama queen, honestly.” She shakes her head, laughing. “I mean, have you seen his hair? I love my boy, but you can’t trust anyone who spends that long in front of a mirror every morning just focusing on their hair.” The smile on her cheeks is so wide that it almost hurts, but it’s more genuine than any of the one’s she had worn for the crowd tonight. She takes a slug from the bottle in her hands and then hands it over to Sally. “C’mon, catch up. We’re going to need to be drunker if we’re going to gossip about our friends.” A pause. “Especially the one’s who could probably tear us in two if they heard us.” 

[vnderworlds]

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn't you?

[ txt - CB ]: Fuck yes I did. And I will continue to get away with it, one way or another. Capiche?

[goldxlocked]

STATUS: closed for @beavforts

TEXT MEME: ‘ i really just ignore phone calls. like leave a message. i don’t check those either but like ’ // ‘ i’m irritated cause i’m not lovable in a romantic soulmate way. ‘ // ‘ i know i’m cute, but you can remind me. ‘

SENT ( text: me → beast )

if i call you you better fucking answer wtf 

SENT ( text: me → beast ) 

i’m purposely ignoring you now, jsyk

SENT ( text: me → beast )

are you drunk?? 

[milo-james-thatch-blog1]

✧

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[witchoffable-archive]

STATUS: closed for @beavforts LOCATION: Wonderland TIME: October 11th, night

Morgan taps fingers against the table, her eyes trained to the crowd. She enjoys watching people, and there’s no better place than at the palace of so-called lust and lights. The people watching exude an energy that baffles Morgan, something between arousal and ownership. She’s a stranger to love, but this feeling she knows well. Oh, the power these dancers hold. And yet, they work under the thumb of someone else. Why people ever think to work under someone, she has no idea.

A familiar man enters her vision and Morgan pushes off her seat and up towards him. There’s a smile on her face, one as genuine as it is filled with mischief. “Cain,” she breathes out. She taps him gently on the arm, only to burn her touch into his skin. “You’re still here,” she speaks with astonishment twisted with disappointment, as if she’d expected him to be ruling the world by now. “You know, the people watching seem to really like you. Would they like you more or less if they knew your history? It’s the beast that keeps their attention on you, the thing crawling under your skin.”

[megaragalanis]

✧

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[andsugar-blog1]

i  hit  200  in  just  a  short  amount  of  weeks ??? how.  honestly,  when  i  started  writing  betty  i  was  terrified that  i  wasn’t  gonna  be  treated  as  greatly  as  i  have  been  so  far ??  i’m  honestly  super  inlove  with  writing  her  and  she definitely  share  so  much  personality  to  myself  thus  why  i  enjoy  writing  her  so  much  and  so  happy  how  welcoming  you  guys  are  with  me.  i’ve  been  super  rocky  with  being  properly stuck  in practically   one  fandom  ( keeping a muse wise )  with  the  rp  realm,  but  writing  betty  has  given so much  more  inspiration  and  life  to  my  writing  even  outside of  rp realm  and  its  because  you  guys  are  super  loving  and  kind.  so  thank  you  thank  you ????!!!  i  really  do  wish  to  write  with  more  of  you  and  hope  you  enjoy  my  version  of  betty  for  as  long  as  i’m here because the amount  of  love  i  have  for this  character  is  beyond  cloud 9, that’s  why  i  decided  to make  this  post too.  xoxo, K   –––now to the bias / follow forever sappy messages

my  boops.  (  aka. those whom i’ve talked to ooc /  been writing so much with thus far  / gives me shook love )

@miistakesmade​ .  undoubtedly the greatest bean ever ???  i’m so glad i slid in your inbox that day, and since then i’ve just been loving our chats and steve fangirlings. i really do enjoy our ooc banter and hope it goes on for many more, also ??? i love writing with you and how SO NICE you are with me. it’s only been a few weeks and  i’m a smol potato and you literally spoil me with love. so thank you, like pls dont leave me k. 

@ofsollicitudo​ . you know how much i adore you and our wriitng. you’re super lovely and will always be here for you, muse, mun and ranting wise. 

@novclist​ .  okay , i have to mention this bean because we havent been writing much but we’ve been talking more from time to time and honestly love them ??? also lowkey/highkey stalk them so like. deserving of a mention. ALSO adding to that, i love plotting with ?? like i’m absolutely inlove with your juggie. 

@thirdjcnes​ .  one of the very few jugheads i’ve written with so far and let me tell ya. we havent talked much ooc but hella, our thread gets me excited when replies pop up because there’s chemistry. i feel it.

@kniitcrown​ . the first juggie to my betty. spoils me with love from all my muses. a great bean. so sweeeeeet please let’s talk more and do more stufffffff.

@heartlikegold​ . i think we might be cupcake buddies.

@blossvm​  @cinephiliac​  @headvixen​ @valiidations​  @kellerkev​  @pussycatted​  @perfectblnd​ @gentlescul​ / @needspeople​   @wclfsanker  @griefdefined  @coriots  @tcrightnow  @tcthefuture  @beaniecrowned  @cvptaingiordano  @meddlingheels  

my crushes. (  aka. those i stalk a lot / loves from afar )

@icepriince  @iisolate  @teenagecasanova  @mothercooper  @deathfollows  @aeonian  @guiltknown  @wreckshavoc  @joneshead  @spoilie  @vanityriot  @holdsgrief  @bitchofserpents  @thegingerstallion  @ruinedstvr @snakesided  @babyno  @lodgeds  @lodgequeen  @withaguitar  @ordinaryswan  @iicybitch  @beavfort  @girlconquered  @chernobylbombshell  @queenlcss  @mynamesjughead  @hereisthelie  @euphoniced  @turnedink @couldkill  @fightbehavior  @writesanovel   @hciressv  @eggolover  @testicleleft  @hishell  @redheadedromeo  @exceptorange  @giingerstallion  @fcrsythe  @knittedcrown  @crimsonuproar  @voidworn  @seducescarlet

my fellow coopers that deserve all the love & highkey admire . 

@heycooper​  @quintessencx​  @nextdoored​  @rivcrvixen​  @diarybraved​  @futiledevotee  @soquintessential  @sadblcnde  

[cruelintenticns]

             another update from yours truly    /    i’m currently   sorting through    muses yet again to see    who   i still have muse for and who not  .   some might get moved to their own blog   (    yet again   )    and i   will    let you know when    /    if that’s happened  .    for now   ,   i just want to    thank everyone    for being so patient with this blog  .    it’s taking me an awful lot of time to just finish this entirely  .    if   you really want to write with me while i do this revamp   ,   you can find me on   @beavfort   @girlmurdered   @murdernovels   @cravingpower    and   @girlconquered  .    no   ,   i have    not   dropped this account   ,   i just need to be absolutely sure of   who   i want to write   &    who i don’t want to write  .

[ferrousfaearchive]

what if we were the last two in fabletown? would you consider me then

No. 

[wndybird]

when: afternoon of october 12th. where: the bookshop. who: @beavforts

A SLOW SHIFT MEANT wendy spent most of her time reorganizing displays , picking up books left carelessly lying around by customers who decided it hadn’t been worth their time or effort to put them back. she didn’t mind it , per se , it was her job after all , things just felt so. . . slowed down. sticky and sluggish as molasses , seconds stretched into minutes , each tick of the clock farther away than the next. thin fingers slipped her phone from her pocket to check her notifications , to shoot out a few quick texts to her friends , to distract herself from the world.

she shouldn’t have been on her phone at work , and her penance was this: the door opening with its loud jingle , and in through the doorway walked cain. a man she neither loved nor hated , but felt a certain amount of angry indifference about. he put her on edge with a glance , and she hid her phone under the counter , smiling despite her unease.

“   good afternoon , mister beaufort. is there anything i can help you with today ?   ”

[milo-james-thatch-blog1]

✱

✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way

Milo could barely see Cain’s head over the large stack of books in his hands. The pile was mixed with various heavy textbooks, novels that he was planning on returning as well as novels that he still had yet to read. Not to mention that while he had been talking, Milo’s glasses had fallen from the bridge to the very tip of his nose.

Preoccupied with shifting the pile of books to a better position that was easier on Milo’s shoulders, he nearly jumped and dropped everything when hands came to rest against his hips. His eyes were wide and his cheeks naturally flushed from somebody who had invaded his personal space - and his ears burned harder when the realization hit Milo that that “somebody” was Cain. 

Fully expecting Cain to shove Milo out of his way, he was pleasantly surprised when his touch was but a gentle nudge to move him. Suddenly, the current sentence that was leaving Milo’s mouth dropped into silence.

Cain’s face, stoic as ever, appeared in Milo’s blurry point of view over his frames. He squinted, then flinched when Cain’s finger came to push Milo’s glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. Milo blinked to readjust his vision, only to see Cain walk out the door before he had a chance to thank him.

[ellabellamy-blog]

@ø⁇

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: shit shit shit shit shit[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: i missed my morning shift bc i was too hungover[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: lol goodbye i guess

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: do you think fruit flies have feelings too? like bigger flies? or do they feel less because they’re smaller and live for, you know, not as long?

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: im laugihn omggggg[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: this guey gjust trioed hitting on me[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: sorry for my typing im walking[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: ok so like[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: he told me ablond joke[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: i should be offended rigth?????[ sent ] ella → cain jonah beaufort: but im laughing lmao