#ravenspeaks

[90lbsghost]

meanspo does NAWTT work for me like it just makes me giggle😭

to me, it gives 8th grade bully like i cannot take it seriously

[coldsunlight36]

I love her so much. Like. AURGH. I Love Her So Much. God help me.

[ravenspeak-moodboard]

'Cause I'm a letdown, don't put your faith in me I'm a burnout in the third-degree I'll get your hopes sky-high, then I'll kill 'em dead So expect the worst, then a little less I'm a letdown, I got my own gravity Don't let it pull ya down to the bottom with me I'll get your hopes sky-high, then I'll kill 'em dead So expect the worst, then a little less- Letdown, Citizen Solider

@glitchfms

[ravenspeakrp]

JOSEPH RYAN (ROMAN) BAUDELARIE IS LOOKING FOR HIS YOUNGEST SON/CHILD

MUN INFORMATION

Name: Amber

Character: Roman, 55, Werewolf, Jeffrey Dean Morgan

URL: : www.tumblr.com/roman-werewolfy

Would you like to be contacted regarding details of this connection? No, but can if you want to discuss details

  CONNECTION INFORMATION

Relationship type: Youngest Son/Child

Name: UTP Baudelaire 

Age Range: 27-28

Species: UTP

FC suggestions (if any): UTP

The baby of the Baudelaire family, this child had been sheltered by their older siblings from Roman’s alcoholism.  He is a very naive and hopeful spirit.  Very sweet in nature and always tries to look on the bright side of things when it comes to his family.  Just like his sister, he wants to keep the family whole.

[ashcnwrittcnwcrds]

When Eleanor Ravenwood set foot back in her hometown of Ravenspeak, she felt a deep frown etch itself across her face, her brow furrowing with concern. The quaint streets she had once known were now marred by an unsettling sight—damage and debris strewn about like the aftermath of a great storm? Broken branches lay scattered everywhere, tangled with torn leaves and patches of mud, as if something monstrous had torn through the town. Deep gouges marked the cobblestone paths, and splinters of wood littered the ground like the remnants of shattered bones. Ravenspeak had always been a quiet, eerie village with a strange charm, but now it looked as if chaos itself had passed through.

“What in dear heavens happened here?” she muttered under her breath, then repeated louder as she caught sight of a passerby, a middle-aged man with a haunted look in his eyes. The man glanced at her, his face ashen, but hurried away without a word. Eleanor’s curiosity burned, her thoughts racing. She had no idea what calamity had befallen the town in her absence. She had left for Venice only months ago, believing the sleepy little village would remain unchanged, but it seemed she was gravely mistaken.

Eleanor moved through the streets with a grace that was almost otherworldly, her steps as light as a whisper on the wind. Despite the delicate flow of her movements, there was a strength beneath her stride—a power that belied her human-like appearance. She was a vampire, after all, a creature caught between the living and the dead. Her kind knew how to blend in among humans, moving with just enough poise to seem natural, yet fluid and deliberate, masking the inhuman speed and strength that could be summoned in an instant if needed. One could never be too careful; after all, there was always the possibility of a hunter lurking nearby, waiting for a moment of weakness.

Her dark eyes scanned her surroundings with heightened awareness, noting every detail, every tremor in the air. There was a nervous energy among the townsfolk, a palpable fear that she could almost taste. It wasn’t just her kind that wasn’t safe; humans, too, seemed to be on edge, clutching at their coats as if afraid of the shadows growing long with the approaching twilight. It was clear that whatever had happened here had left its mark on more than just the buildings.

Eleanor’s lips tightened into a thin line as she continued to walk. She needed to find someone who could tell her what had transpired while she was away. Was it a natural disaster, or something far more sinister? A part of her hoped it was nothing more than a freak accident, but her instincts told her otherwise. In a place like Ravenspeak, where the veil between the ordinary and the supernatural was already so thin, disaster rarely came without a dark cause.

[nxverending]

starter for @ravenspeakmuses location: cup o' joy

Irvin was still getting used to being around Ravenspeak, still feeling a bit out of place new faces, new locations, when was the last time they had settled down somewhere? Maybe that was why the demon was trying to relax with a cup of coffee, to have some sort of comfort of that wasn't to last.

They felt someone familiar." oh for hells sake." he whispers under his breath looking up at her." You can't be serious, you?! You're here?!"

[xblasphemia]

  𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 :  diana bishop  ››  ( bitten ) werewolf   ››  nina dobrev .  

❛❛   aesthetic .  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ bare feet walking along decaying woods , bruised and bloody knuckles , the mark left by the one she loved , the howl before the scream , hands soaked in blood , an exquisite beauty . ⸻ ✎ penned by lily .

𝐈 . . . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

full name : diana bishop .

age : 31 .

date of birth : september 21st .

occupation : owner of cup of joy .

species : werewolf ( bitten ) .

neighborhood residency : deadman acres.

hair color : brown .

eye color : hazel-brown .

notable scars : bite mark on her side made by ex and claw on her upper thigh .

𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 !

positive : resilient , passionate , strong-willed .

negative : tempered , sarcastic , moody .

moral alignment : chaotic neutral .

element : water .

hogwarts house : ravenclaw .

emotional stability : somewhat holding on .

habits : balling her hands in a fist to hold in her anger causing her fingernails to cut into her skin .

𝐈𝐈𝐈 . . . 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

father : john bishop . † .

mother : alana bishop nee’ sawyer .  †

sibling : dean bishop .  † .

grandmother : joy sawyer

TW : parental death tw , murder tw , religious tw

𝐈𝐕 . . . 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 !

⸻ Born in new orleans , LA to Alana, a religious woman, and John, a military legacy who worked hard to be named chief for the locak authirities. Diana was their second child, the first being Dean who is eight years older than her. Growing up, John always expected his children to go into the military as he did and his family line before him. From the day she and her older brother could walk, they were trained in hand to hand and weaponry. Being part of a military family legacy was never easy for Diana. Especially with a controlling religious mother. They never had time for themselves. Between the lessons, their father would leave them for when he comes back and going to church every Sunday, and having prayer groups.

⸻ Diana always felt left out. From a young age, Diana already knew she didn’t want to be like her father or keep to the family legacy, nor was she as religious as her mother. She did, however, knew she wanted to play all string instruments to which her mother happily encouraged. Because her parents were always busy, Diana was always left on her own after school and after practice waiting until her older brother would pick her up.

⸻ As she grew, Diana would find ways to excuse herself from going to the prayer groups. Although, there was never a way to excuse herself in her father’s lessons and training. Which ironically enough, she surpassed her oldest brother. She figured that if she’s better, she would have more time for herself and her cello. Often making deals with her father which would grant her permission to join her school cheerleading, volleyball, and powder puff during her senior year. Graduating at sixteen, Diana was still two years shy of being able to enlist. Taking this chance to go off to college and pursue what she wanted to do. Her father rejecting the idea refused to help her out financially. This led her to make the decision to run away from home. Which proved to be tough when it came to having her father be the chief of police and had all eyes in search of her.  

⸻ Diana worked hard to come up with the money to go through school. Her Grandmother secretly helping her with the money earned at her family bakery who was from ravenspeak. Living with her best friend who was far older than her and helped her get a job at the strip club as a bartender using a fake ID. Taking her classes in the afternoon, by 11 pm she would be working at the strip club, and by 4 am she would be home asleep. On her days off she would work on her homework. It was hard for the first year but she soon came accustom to her schedule. Two years seems to pass by quickly earning her bachelor’s degree.  Her next goal was her master’s.

⸻ Soon enough it came to be easier when her first love came into her life. Meeting during her night off when she was waiting for her best friend at the strip club studying, he found it odd not to mention he found her quite breathtaking. Hellos were said more often then they turned into good mornings when waking up next to each other. Even helping her out financially once he found out what she did to get money to pay for her school. Being territorial as he was, unknown to her that he was in fact a werewolf, Diana regarded it in it is normal. If she were a guy, she wouldn’t want her girlfriend to be working at the strip club, even as a bartender.

⸻ Time has passed now and while she kept in touch with her parents and brother, she was now living with her boyfriend. Her father was still angry at the fact that she would not enlist but was still happy to have her back in his life. She was happy and her first love being one of the many points of it. Although she started to worry over the fact that he wouldn’t come home once a month. Of course, one of his jealous ex putting it in her head that he was cheating, telling her to follow, to her curiosity she did.

⸻ Upon arriving her best friend and she ventured into the wooded area, worried and unsure what to expect to see before she heard voices. Her eyes widen at the sight before her. People turning into wolves. Among them was him and he shifted. The she-wolf who had every intention of killing Diana took her chance to attack. Killing her best friend, Diana screaming out before he got in the way.  

⸻ Unaware of the whole situation and only catching the scent of human blood attacked and bit Diana believing they were under attack because of his ex’s actions. It wouldn’t be the first time one would attack them during the full moon. It was another wolf who was in control, who stopped him from doing anything further but it was far too late. diana’s heart was barely there and faint. Knowing she would die either way as they deemed her weak and was positive she wouldn’t survive a change thus leaving her there when they heard someone coming.

⸻ Diana had woken up in the hospital bed with her parents and brother beside her. Worried and clearly crying, they were relieved when she woke up. She had been out for 3 days. Telling her a little while longer and she would have been dead if one of the patrols who were in the area at the time heard them scream and took her to the hospital. Unfortunately, it was too late for her best friend. Going home with her family without so much as telling the school or anyone for that matter, rumors spread about the fact that she died along with her best friend as the news released little details on the attack.

⸻ For the next three weeks, Diana felt strange. Hearing things she normally wouldn’t hear. Smelling scents that she wouldn’t normally smell. Was stronger than she normally was. All those feelings she had that she couldn’t explain made her grow temperamental. Not understanding what was happening to her before her first full moon.

⸻ Diana had shifted spontaneously for the first time. Animalistic instinct took over and she attacked anything that got near her.  Waking up the next morning bare, covered in blood, ad their home destroyed. it wasn’t until she saw her parent’s body and her brother was when she realized what she had done. Memories of last night coming to her. She had turned. She shifted into a wolf and killed her parents and brother. The weight of it caused a pit in her stomach. Running about her house before letting out a scream in emotional pain. She was angry. She was in pain. She needed to do something. She anonymously called the police before leaving the city she grew up in and loved.

⸻ Deciding to honor her father and brother’s memory, she did what they wanted her to do. Continue the bishop legacy. Taking both their tags and wearing them, Diana enlisted into the marines. Where her father’s constant training came in handy. Being far advance despite her age not to mention her newfound species change and being a new recruit, Diana proved herself to be more than a pretty face. What she earned, were all sent to her grandmother, joy, and her cafe shop in ravenspeak. Keeping in touch with her only family left.  

⸻ She constantly had to keep her temper in check and it had gotten the best of her sometimes. Sneaking out during the full moons out to the woods. Spending time serving for the marines, Diana accepted herself for who and what she is. Embracing the fact that she was a werewolf and coming to terms that she had killed her family. yet she still somewhat gelt guilt over it . 

⸻ it was about three years ago that she got a call from the hospital. Her grandmother had suffered from a stroke. Going to ravenspeak , a town anyone barely knew about , let alone one to find on the map. Her grandmother, making sure her will were in order should she pass away before her time, gave over the cafe to diana. the she wolf was now aware of the world hidden from humans and how naïve they all were before her turning. Her grandmother, knowing, diana is now taking care of the woman and the cafe shop.   she has a lot to learn and is no longer bound by mundane rules but others that are made for creatures that go bump in the night.

[drc00l4tt4]

Watching youtube on my TV and kicking my feet at the sight of Tsar Alexander from Napoleon (2002)

this man makes me so happy just by existing and I don't know whY

[raven-of-hades]

This just fucking in.

I love Arin Hanson so fucking much, he is my dad and if I ever get a chance to meet and hug him I will cry and my depression will be cured. Just please Arin, Suzi, please fucking adopt me.

[omg-ravenovah]

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[cardiacsoup]

Group Photo!!

[fancycat-thesilvertux]

✨My Diammon Child Headcanon✨

Kiaria

Kiaria means “fortunate” in Japanese. (At least, according to what my Google search for good names popped up.)

Diavolo and Mammon named her “Kiaria” because they were fortunate in being able to have her.

Kiaria is the oldest of Diavolo and Mammon’s children. As the First Princess, she has a lot of expectations weighing on her, despite her family’s tries at reassuring Kiaria she doesn’t have to live up to the expectations of strangers.

Kiaria is the closest to Mammon’s birds out of all her siblings. She knows both crow and ravenspeak, and has a makeshift nest made from soft fabrics and stolen clothes in the back of her closet. If something disappears and Kiaria was nearby at the time of its disappearance, chances are it’s in her nest.

Kiaria can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. She becomes particularly vindictive if her loved ones are hurt.

Mammon and Kiaria have a stronger bond than she does with Diavolo, but Kiaria loves both her parents equally. She just has a stronger bond with Mammon due to their similarities in their bond with the crows and ravens, their penchant for stealing, and their acting out, though Mammon hasn’t had to act out in a long time since he and Diavolo first got together.

Kiaria first started her stealing spree when she was 3, having toddled into Levi’s room while she was over at the HoL for babysitting and stole his Ruri-chan figurine. It had gone missing for hours before it got found in Kiaria’s backpack, much to everyone’s surprise and then amusement.

[ashbournerp]

any fc suggestions for the chief inventor of ravenspeak & chief engineer of sandspell? 👀

The first few that come to mind for the chief inventor- Daniel Sharman, Jesse Williams, Douglas Booth, Bradley James, Casey Deidrick, Billie Piper, Elisabeth Olsen, Anya Taylor Joy, & Jamie Clayton.

the chief engineer- Rami Malek, Wentworth Miller, Alperen Duymaz, Alexander Koch, Maddison Jaizani, Uraz Kaygilaroglu, Berk Cankat, Ozan Dolunay, Emeraude Toubia, Berker Güven, Zoe Saldana, Freema Agyeman, Jenna Dewan, Halil Babür, Serkan Çayoglu, Kerem Bürsin, Ayça Aysin Turan & Burcu Özberk.

[ravenspeak-moodboard]

" Family said that I decided to live a loveless life Is it my fault we stay divided? 'Cause I got too much pride" - Family Jewels, MARINA

[ravenspeakrp]

JOSEPH RYAN (ROMAN) BAUDELARIE IS LOOKING FOR HIS SECOND ELDEST SON OR THIRD CHILD

MUN INFORMATION

Name: Amber

Character: Roman, 55, Werewolf, Jeffrey Dean Morgan

URL: : www.tumblr.com/roman-werewolfy

Would you like to be contacted regarding details of this connection? No, but can if you want to discuss details

  CONNECTION INFORMATION

Relationship type: Second Eldest Son or Third Child

Name: UTP Baudelaire 

Age Range: 29-31

Species: UTP

FC suggestions (if any): UTP

Provide a description of the connection: With the issues surrounding their father, they became a lot Roman.  Always skimming by and barely making rent.  Using physical intimacy not to deal with any actual feelings and using alcohol as a crutch.  The two are very similarly and because of this, they butt heads big time.

[rowanxscott]

Who: Rowan and @wickedgxmes​ Where: Grand Ball, immedietly after the announcement

Rowan was not given to public displays of emotion, because such things gave your enemies too much ammunition. The very keen eyed among the crowd who were foolish enough to be looking at them instead of at her highnesses Catherine and Beatrix might notice how one hand tensed around their glass fo scotch, and the other twitched ever so slightly at their side, as if ther emight normally be a large dog there who’s head they would pet.

It did not take long for them to force themselves to appear relaex again, though their stormy gaze was not so easily tampered. Hana. The Pirate Lord was their closest link to the Lost Coast. (They have a handful of tenuous allies in Ravenspeak too, but those people got so tetchy whenever Rowan smuggled away their weaponry. Hana outranked the most of them, too.) They seek her out in the crowd. It takes a moment, she’s dressed far more elegantly than Rowan would normally see her. Though it’s not as if Rowan floats about in... Well, alright they do wear things covered in spikes quite a lot. 

They weave through the crowd to her side and by the time they reach her Rowan wears a small smile that gives no hint to the calculations and scheming happening in their head. They want to ask her outright if she had any prior knowledge of this and decided to keep it from them, but a ball is no place for accusations. “Have fun with all that overseeing of legality happening in your dukedom. Hope your boat is hard to recognize.” Rowan manages to tease, voice light. “Perhaps the two of us should talk.”