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TEST DRIVE MEME #5

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OPTIONAL SCENARIOS

01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD.
The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks!

02. THE STATION.
Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms!

03. WILDCARD.
Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

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[Sadie is not a happy camper. This is of course to be expected since she was brought here by faeries to fight in their war which honestly, isn't drafting illegal? Doesn't she have a choice in this? She has her own life to worry about, thank you, and she doesn't needs faeries meddling.

Then again, she gets the feeling these Queens are more like gods so, you know, you've got to expect some meddling.

So Sadie is at the party, enjoying herself as much as she can and people watching.

OR WILDCARD]

Edited 2014-11-10 03:50 (UTC)

[ A. unseelie feast

you know. there's a lot of suspicious characters that look really shady and suspicous that the general... shitty decor does not help at all? and then there's some people that look so out of place, it's more ridiculous than scary. for example, this guy:

skinny, high school, wearing a baseball hat, sporting a baby's first goatee, and poking the silverware and tables with a suspiciously sharp katana.

seriously, dude, what? he's not even really talking to anyone, just... talking for the sake of talking, but if you want to assume it's YOU he's addressing... have at it. ]

Seriously, if you're gonna attack, can you just get it over with!?

[ B. the station

guess who has a duffel bag he's loading up with junk food from the vending machines? THIS GUY. bro needs a hoard of mad bull, instant ramen, and fritoes, okay!? ]

[ aaaand guess who's coming up behind junpei as he's stuffing that hoard into his duffel?

this girl! and of course she's judging. ]

Junpei, what are you doing?

"There don't seem to be any trains here," Effie Trinket chided. Really. This was a station, was it not? And should there not be trains? And should the trains not run on TIME, in a homeward direction? "I'm going to be very late for the debut of Vincent Romulus's autumn line."

It was a discouraging thought.

[ The words 'another war' are first and foremost on Pyrrha's mind as she finds her way to the first open balcony she sees. She's never been great at parties, and she needs a moment to breathe and think before she does anything else.

It's not the fighting itself that bothers her. She has the skills and training to be more than capable in a fight, and after all, she was training as a Huntress; if she didn't think she could handle it, she would be in another line of work.

No, it's the idea that she's separated from her team when a lot of things are happening that has her worried. It's not that she doesn't trust them, not at all. She's just worried that she's not where she needs to be.

Pyrrha will smile at anyone that approaches, at least. Her own problems don't mean that she can't at least pass for sociable. ]

[are you fucking serious, junpei.]

You're gonna get sick eatin' all that junk.

[hey what's up how casual is this you probably think he's dead but w/e that's all cool.]

Caer Scima

[He didn't recognize the imps as being familiar until he hauled himself out of the sack and the memories of being in Drabwurld before came rushing back.]

You have got to be shitting me.

[There was a feast going on, just like he'd remembered upon his last arrival, and Damon again snagged a bottle of something that would numb his senses while he mulled over being brought back here and the fact that he couldn't remember this place when he'd been back home. Maybe he hadn't been gone long? Maybe it had been a spell? Maybe he should just break a few necks until someone decided sending him home was a better idea than keeping him here.

He was sullen as he drank from the bottle, looking around and wondering if he'd see any familiar faces. Probably not. He hadn't been the most social little butterfly last time, being more concerned with Elena being here than anything. So enjoy a somewhat sulky, broody vampire bumming around the party and drinking from a stolen bottle, Unseelies.]

Locket

[Damon's drunk by the time he thinks to use the locket to check on who's here and who's not, but he gives whoever might be watching a smile.]

Seems you couldn't get enough of me. That's nice. Really. But see, I sort of have obligations back home, so unless you've got an Elena Gilbert stashed around here, I don't really care about this place. So, come on. Wave your magic wand and send me back. I can promise you don't want me somewhere I don't want to be. Bad idea.

feast;

[ it was really, very strange - one moment she's strolling outside the gates of her kingdom and greeting each person she passed ( because that's what a good queen does ), and the next she's being stopped by a fairy. again.

again?

yes, again. this has happened to her before, she remembers it now.

which is the really, very strange part!

the fairy approaches her, starts explaining that she carries a shard, and she remembers. it takes her some time to come to terms with it, let the memories settle in again and melt from was that just a dream? into no, you remember that so vividly because it was real, but eventually she does. the fairy seems to already know that she'd been there once before, and seems relieved it doesn't have to go through the whole spiel. and although this time she tries to insist - no, please, give me just a moment to get my sister! or at least let me tell her where I'll be this time - the ring appears before her and she knows she has to go.

she doesn't have much time to take in how much has changed since she left, or to wonder how long it's been, not when she's heading into the feast and all she can focus on is how many more people are here now. it's so, so crowded. only this time she walks into the room confidently, smiling bright. she's not afraid of her power anymore, not like she was the first time she arrived her. she takes a seat at one of the tables and digs right in, engaging in conversation with the people around her, trying to figure out what she's missed, what's changed. she might still be peeking around cautiously, but it's only because she's looking for familiar faces, wondering if her Drabwurld friends were still here or if they were sent back home as well. ]

locket;

[ when Elsa's video feed tunes in, the screen is blocked for a quick moment by the swish of a fluffy white tail as a certain someone trots directly in front of where she's sitting. a tail that's quickly smoothed down and out of the way to reveal a laughing ice queen. yeah, she's happy. happy and maybe a little tiny bit embarrassed ]

So. Hello again. For those who don't know me, I'm Queen Elsa, of Arendelle. I was here for a brief stay, and have recently been brought back to help in the fight again. But I wanted to check in not just to say hello, but to ask-

Is anyone in the castle ..missing anything? Trinkets, scarves, small tokens? Siku seems to have taken it upon herself to, ah, decorate my rooms while I was away. And I have no idea where she got these things from, but- [ she reaches for the locket, turning the camera so the view is on a pile of stuff on her bed. mostly shiny things. ] - if any of this looks familiar to any of you, please let me know, and I'll have it returned to you as soon as possible. I'm really, terribly sorry to anyone she's stolen from, I honestly have no idea where she got the habit.

That's all for now, I suppose. Yes.

[ click ]

Edited 2014-11-10 01:56 (UTC)

Arrival

[Okay, this is a great party and all, but what's with the dark decor? It really brings the mood down, at least, in Lambda's opinion. The only problem is, the jerks took so much of her magic away, she can't change it! It's too cruel! For a while, she sulks about, pouting and grumbling, flopping onto the surface of the table, stomping her feet.

After a while, though, she gets an idea. And after a quick trip to the wardrobe, comes back with bolts of fabric in pink, and, floating in the air, starts hanging new curtains and decorations. Thought you could beat the Witch of Certainty, huh??? Well think again.

Eventually the hall is unrecognisably cute - unless someone manages to stop her.]

[ while being brought here had been something of a shock, varda has ever been adaptable. and if this is part of the design, in its own way, she's hardly one to protest. instead, she can be found mingling at the feast, a beautiful woman with hair and eyes seemingly formed of the night sky, and a smile that says she knows far more about you than you're comfortable with and loves you anyway.

eventually, she excuses herself, seeking space and a quiet balcony. with stars that aren't hers above her and a breeze against her skin that is not her husband's, she allows herself a moment--just a moment--of weariness and grief. despite herself, she does wish to be home. she misses her loved ones and the children, and there is little she can do for them from here. ]

He was supposed to be at the hospital; it's the last thing he remembers. Werewolves were real, he'd accepted that. But this?

Another world, fairies, no thank you, it had to be some kind of whacked out dream. Brought on by the stress of the last few weeks.

He was losing it, however any cracks in Jackson Whittemore are on the inside only. Outward he is a glaring, sneering bundle of cocky, self entitled anger. There is not enough booze in this place to calm him down as the young man seethes with the emotions.

This would explain why he abandoned the party, refusing to accept fate as it was being told to him. He would find his own way out of this place ad get what he deserved. Because this definitely was not it. He was close now, nothing was going to stop him, not even this.

Caer Glaem

[ He'd come, out of a sense of obligation and some small curiosity. How could the Tuatha have shards inside of them, invisible and unknown to even the great Danu Herself? He'd come to see if this place held any of his kind. To test the rumors that the gods had fled elsewhere during the war between Men and the sons of the Earth. Rumors and questions as yet unanswered.

Nuada is restless, so he does not sit in any one place for long, preferring to roam the Hall during the feast, or a myriad of corridors when he cannot abide so much festive noise. Easy to spot, he bears platinum-colored hair that hangs down his back, the tips deepening into a mellow gold due, and dark garments that contrast with the whiteness of his skin. He's also armed: two swords sheathed against his hips, although one looks more like a very short lance. ]

01. Seelie Feast)
[Tristran Thorn looks decidedly, utterly out of place at the feast. He's certain there were feasts and castles and grand occasions in the Faerie he had just left, but he had never been to any of them. And there were feasts and reasonably grand occasions in Wall as well, but this rather left those sorts of affairs looking shabby by comparison. Compared to the guests in attendance, Tristran was left looking rather shabby too.

So he stood in what he hoped was a somewhat inconspicuous corner, watching the crowd, trying not to get in anyone's way, and hoping, always hoping, to catch a glimpse of a girl that glittered like starlight.]

03. Locket)
I'm afraid there has been some mistake.

[Someone explained the locket to Tristran, but only the very basics of its operation managed to sink in. Consequentially, he is accidentally holding it upside down.]

I have to get back, you see. There was a quest, and a star, and... [He yawns, dragging his scarred and burnt hand back through his hair.] ...and I'm relatively certain I was a dormouse not long ago. If anyone could tell me precisely what is going on I would be very grateful.

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03. Locket
[The angle is odd, but if his unseen audience were to tilt their heads, squint and then perhaps call a good ophthalmologist, it becomes clear that the locket is focused (mostly) on what appears to be a ginger haired man, flopped bonelessly on top of a boulder and staring at the array of dead bits of tech lying in front of him. It's a veritable graveyard of science with no one present to mourn but himself.]

Belgium.

[Although only mere minutes after his arrival, Ford already has alcohol in hand. He takes long pulls from the flask in between poking at the locket, switching to poking at his Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic, switching to the locket again, etc, and getting more perturbed by the moment. The alcohol helps though. A little.]

Hello. [He addresses the locket head on now, giving one of his biggest, brightest smiles to the public as a sign of good faith. But even across a magic locket screen there is enough to leave the unsettling impression of teeth in the dark that made ape ancestors think twice about that whole coming down from the trees business.] My name is Ford Prefect. Did you know that you're currently living in some sort of technology related anomaly? The Sub-Etha hasn't been this dead in ages. I could be stranded here. Or I could just have gone mad again, though normally I like to give myself some warning beforehand. So.

[He hasn't blinked once since the locket came on.]

You guys sass any hoopy parties?

Feast!

[ Nill is certainly lost and confused, to say the least. Everything here is so vastly different from back home and she's not sure where to start. At first she hovers around the banquet looking apprehensive and unsure, but not afraid and certainly innocent enough. Maybe a few kind words of guidance could help her out? As the night wears on she gets more comfortable and starts to relax, wandering around and eating bits of this and that, drifting near groups of people but not trying to join in any of the conversations. By the end of the night Nill is sitting in a chair at the edge of the room, out of the way, and starting to nod off. She's not quite sure where to go sleep, but a chair certainly isn't the worst place she's used as a bed, so she seems to be alright with how her head is drooping. ]

[ the feast might be more crowded than elsa remembers, but that doesn't stop a certain someone from spotting her snow-white hair from across the room. dignity be damned, korra immediately bolts over, reaching her arms out and tossing them around elsa's shoulders and lifting her into an excited hug ]

Elsa! You're back!!

[1.]

[Elizabeth has read several fairytales and stories on things so whimsical and magical that shouldn't be real. Now, it is real. A bit rude that she got taken from one party and placed in another, but she greeted the fairies that greeted her, absolutely going to be on her best behavior for being sent away into a party of strangers. There is some things that she isn't fully sure about, but the young lady does try her best to enjoy the party and not think of the awful side of the situation.

She mingles and smiles, but clearly other things are on her mind. If she's here, then people she knows would be here maybe?]

Excuse me! I apologize if I disturb you, but may I ask you a question?

[2.]

[What a strange train station. It looks... so different compared to London. No matter, because Elizabeth did decorate one of the patio tables into a small tea party. Hey, there are extra cups, seats and enough snacks for everyone. Anyone is welcome to join her and hey, can't go wrong with free tea and snacks. And spit free fairy coffee.]

Your name is ROSE.

You have a variety of INTERESTS, though they have been difficult to pursue to their fullest extent on a REMOTE METEOR CASCADING THROUGH SPACE. You enjoy creative writing and the SOMEWHAT DUBIOUS plot devices it often employs, the most recent of which appears to be a dramatic genre shift into high fantasy.

Holy shit.

-

a.) [ LYRICS TO POMPEII SOFTLY IN THE DISTANCE ]: Drabkeeper’s Castle.

Smoking ruins aren’t new to Rose, but she’s getting a bit tired of the aesthetic.

Whatever came through here wasn’t recent, but it was big enough to leave a mark. Rose touches down lightly, the tips of her soles hovering just above the blasted ground. She kicks idly at a rock, watching it skitter down into the bowl of the crater.

“Hm.”

Hm in-fucking-deed. Experimentally, she reaches down for a larger pebble, hefts it, and then wings it wildly into the distance —

— Ow! What the hell just hit you?

-

b.) INVESTIGATING THE NATIVE FAUNA: Locket.

As instantaneous, surprise trans-teleportations go, this is rapturous delight. Ineffable delicacy in the otherwise amorphous stratum of my life’s present chronology. A glass of sweet ambrosia from the fountain of metaphor.

I am left with one question: Do unicorns usually eat deer?

Edited 2014-11-10 02:21 (UTC)

01 Arrival: Green eyes lower on the glass placed in front of him, and then up to the people within the surrounding area. He's greeted with cheers of delight and smiling faces as they all go about the feast. But he had very little interest in the food, the drink, or the entertainment they attempted to force on him to ease his worries.

Like forgetting his own death was going to be so simple.

Idly he placed a hand over the area where one of three swords had entered his body. He could still feel the blade entering his flesh and the numbing sensation that crawled across his body before everything had gone black. His eyebrows tense and he excuses himself from the table, royal mannerisms still ingrained even after all these years, before moving out into a hopefully quieter area.

Asch didn't care where he ended up, just so long as he was away from the crowd and these people and got a chance to wrap his head around all of this. He had been brought back to life, healed but still under the risk of death, with the only way to avoid his fate was to fight once more.

A gloved hand runs through his striking red hair as he releases a soft sigh before leaning against a wall and attempting to merge in with the surroundings. Avoiding eye contact with everyone that passed by and keeping conversations small and concise, making it overly obvious he had no interest in discussion.

He just wanted to be alone.

03 Locket Post: Video

[The screen turns on and a rather serious, yet curious, face appears. His jade eyes blink gently, deep in thought.]

So it actually works.

[He’ll study the locket more later, perhaps try to uncover the secrets behind the technology or its hidden purpose. Certainly it would make more sense to only be allowed to contact those within their own court rather than have access to everyone.]

It seems I am once again cast into the tide of battle. To those that will be my ally, I promise to do my utmost and change this tide of war to our favor. And if you doubt my capability I am very willing to prove my worth, whether during a battle or a bout of our own.

And to those that are my enemy…

[Those eyes sharpen drastically, darkening in color while still glinting against the light like a blade held to battle.]

I will show no mercy, so if you do not wish to fight, avoid me at all costs.

[a]
[She could not say she was exactly pleased about what had happened, although it was hard to read that on Padmé's face. Her time as Queen and later as Senator had allowed her to gain some skills in keeping what she really thought from her countenance. This would be one of those times.

Still, as she worked her way through the crowd, curious and watchful, her mind did turn over everything that had happened. It wasn't the first feast that she had ever attended. Yet, it was the first feast she had attended where she had not accepted an invitation. Even after everything she had been told, there was still an air of disbelief. Padmé couldn't deny being kidnapped and dumped in to a sack- not exactly her finest moment, but she was uninjured, if a bit ruffled. The white dress wasn't quite as pristine as it once had been, but it was still a testemant that where she had been had been real.

She paused though, near one of the corners of the room, one that allowed her a good vantage point. If Ani were here... Well, she found find him, or he would fine her. Until then, she had to keep her wits about her. It wouldn't be the first tough situation she had found herself in, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last.]

Someone should define the meaning of diplomacy to those in charge... [She uttered under her breath.]

[b]
[The Station. It wasn't like any station that Padmé had ever visited, but much of this place was quite different from what she was used to. Still, she had heard tell that it was a place to visit, that it gave a slice of home. Yet, as she worked through the space, she wondered just what home it was supposed to be.

She paused though, in front of one of the devices. There was plenty of technology that Padmé was familiar with, and while she knew it was some sort of a machine, its exact purpose wasn't known to her.]

An internet? [Perhaps later... She let her eyes slowly slip away from the boxy device. There was still so much to learn, and she couldn't say that part of it wasn't frustrating. She had been uprooted, and she hadn't even found anyone she knew. Then again, she wasn't certain if that was a bad thing.

Her brows furrowed, musing, as she finished making a sweep of the area.] Not even an astromech or any other kind of droid...

unseelie feast;

[ Shijima isn't...paying too much attention to the feast itself. Yes, she may have swiped some cooked fish - though she wrinkles her nose, because it would be better raw - to nibble on. But mostly she's lurking, crouched in corners or peering over the tops of the tables from a low crouch or looking under the tables. She hasn't armed herself at all with anything Unseelie has to offer nor changed into any of their clothes, but wanders around instead in the black long-sleeved shirt under the pink beribboned dress that Kouichi had picked out for her. It's too much trouble to change now, when she's busy with other things.

She's clearly looking for something, and whenever she spots an imp, she'll stare unblinking, eyes glinting yellow. Sniff the air...but if it's not one of the right ones she'll take up the search again, caring not at all for anyone who happens to wander into the middle of it. They're nasty little things, aren't they? The little beasties that dragged them there. If she finally manages to spot one her nose recognizes, Shijima won't stop staring, crouched behind whatever's handy - be it another person or a chair - and giving the impression that she might pounce, catlike, at any moment. ]

Shall I eat it? Hm. I might get a stomach ache. [ But she's holding a grudge, so she's clearly considering the eating...or at least the pouncing. It's probably a terrible idea. Stop harassing the natives, Shijima. Go eat more fish. She can be caught in the middle of her search, as well, or when stealing fish from other people's plates rather than just getting one of her own. ...And if she's not caught the first time with someone's food, she might just keep targeting them. Getting her own plate is apparently not an option. At all. ]

the station;

[ There are rooftops, and Shijima prefers them. She prefers to be high up when she can be, because it gives her a better view of things. And climbing is a thing she's always liked to do, even before she took to wearing this form more than her other one. It's kind of irritating, but this is the form that's needed to talk to humans. And all these other things. At least this place, frustrating as it is, is not boring. Not entirely. There are so many types of people to watch. And be curious about. There's a lot to learn.

...Though right now she's just lazing on the edge of a roof, chin on her crossed arms, as she half-dozes in the middle of the day, eyes barely open. Those half-lidded eyes will fly open if someone pauses beneath the roof Shijima is lounging on, though, and she'll yawn. ]

Can it be called a station? There are no trains coming or going, so it is not the thing it's meant to be any longer. Its purpose was stolen from it. Wasn't it? [ And say...that. Okay. She will then stare until she gets a response to that odd way of saying hello. What do you think, strange person? Entertain her. ]

( it's only for about half a minute that the locket broadcasts his face, but on top of that, she's heard whispers in her dreams for days. he's shown up constantly. she wakes up in a cold sweat, sure she's probably been screaming. but the locket isn't the same. it can't be a figment of her imagination, can it? she's gotten better control. the monarchs granted it to her as a gift. her heart contracts in her chest immediately and she feels like the air has left her lungs.

she tries to piece herself back together because she was pretty sure she would never see, or hear from, jackson ever again in her life... and she doesn't want to look like she's about to splinter when she faces him. she fixes her hair. she fixes her makeup - and notes that she needs to travel to the station again soon, or ask the fairies to fashion her some more lipgloss, as she's running out - and then... she flips her locket open. )

Jackson?

01. Unseelie Feast

[Even if he were inclined to have a good time, he's too busy being distracted by the fact his arm won't move. He's done everything he can think of, but the metal prosthetic is simply a dead weight at his side, big and heavy and unwieldy, and there's nothing he can do.

He's been told where he is and why. He'd have trouble believing it, but it's happening.

Well. The best he can do for the moment is observe. Observe, learn, and figure out if there's a way out of here.

But if there's a way out, does he really even want to take it? He barely even knows who he is, it almost hardly makes a difference where he is.

Regardless, that's a consideration for later. For now, he stands at the edges of the feast, his metal arm cradled in his natural arm in front of him as he watches everything around him.]

02. The Station

[His arm works here, and that's all that really matters.

No, that's not true. It matters that this place is completely... out of place here, even though it feels much more natural to him than the rest of this whole world. It's a reminder of what he's been taken from, what he needs to find, what he needs to learn, things he's almost forgotten in the midst of the strangeness of the rest of this place.

He stands in a dark corner, working his metal arm, moving it around, stretching sore muscles aching from how he's had to carry around a massive dead weight at his side.

Once he's moving properly again, he pulls out a knife and goes through a few practice motions, slowly at first, then faster and faster until he suddenly stops, nodding, satisfied.]

[ There's a dragon on the roof. Uh.

Lien's tail dangles over the side of the wall, twitching aimlessly in the breeze. Varda isn't the only one to have sought solitude so close to the sky, and it's half a moment before Lien rouses herself to take notice.

One enormous white neck stretches down and around, to put the starry woman in better view of her milky red eyes, the size of a man's grown hand. It's improprietous to intervene -- but Lien, too, knows grief, and their proximity demands address. Her voice is delicate, and smooth for all its deep sonority: ]

It is too beautiful a night to mar one's view with sorrow. [ She peers, squinting to make out the shape of her. ] The stars reflect what we would see in them.

[ There's a secret the Eldar keep to themselves - Maglor's ring lets him go where he has been before... including the Seelie Castle. This way he can visit his family, even when they are far away from him, slipping through the shadows when the moon is high. He came to visit Arwen today, to shyly make sure the ellith who might have been his granddaughter is well and happy. He steps out the door of her room, wondering if he should go and seek her... and then he hears it.

Long, long ago, the child Makalaure was presented to the Valar by his parents. He never forgot the Song he heard that day, so much more beautiful than anything he heard or knew. Makalaure is dead now, and Maglor is stained and broken but oh... he is as drawn to it as he ever was. He sees her standing there and freezes into immobility, breath catching in a soft sob. Oh, but she is as beautiful as his childhood memory, almost too bright to endure. It is enough, to see her, and he starts backing up, to remove himself from her presence ]

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TEST DRIVE MEME #5

Sadie Kane | The Kane Chronicles | Seelie | Possible spoilers?

JUNPEI IORI; PERSONA 3; UNSEELIE

B.

Effie Trinket | Seelie | 02

Pyrrha Nikos | RWBY | Seelie | possible spoilers

b.

Damon Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | Unseelie (returned)

[ ota ] elsa ❄ frozen ❄ seelie ❄ possible re-app, previous memories are go!

Lambdadelta | Umineko no Naku Koro Ni | Unseelie

varda | tolkien | seelie

Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf | Unseelie

nuada silverlance | hellboy ii | seelie

Tristran Thorn | Stardust | Seelie

Ford Prefect | The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy | Unseelie

Nill | Dogs: Bullets and Carnage | Seelie

feast.

elizabeth middleford | kuroshitsuji/black butler | seelie

Rose Lalonde || Homestuck || Unseelie.

Asch the Bloody | Tales of the Abyss | Court Undecided

Padmé Amidala | Star Wars | Seelie

shijima kurookano | nabari no ou | unseelie

locket.

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier | Captain America: The Winter Soldier | Unseelie

no subject

lets traumatise Mags I was logged in as him anyway