Lilian

so rachel is more pg-rated netflix original spn

like she’s over saturated photos and bloodless fights and the hints of a normal life still stowed under her skin and finding beauty in the ordinary and a battered roald dahl paperback and bitten back curses and bubblegum pop and combat boots that never quite break in properly and memories covered in a thick layer of dust and regrets that follow you and too much energy and half empty water bottles and bittersweet memories of a place you can’t quite picture anymore and hoodies over t-shirts and watching the sun rise and colorful fabric stained dark with dirt and dust and a broken pair of rose colored glasses and longing for what’s been taken from you and dusty stuffed animals and ignoring exhaustion and dark jeans and fireworks in an empty field and falling asleep during a long car ride and information pulled from half-forgotten textbooks and layered bracelets and sunsets over city skylines and an optimistic demeanor slowly being replaced with something far more pessimistic.

erik hanson is a men of letters spin off

like he’s stiff starched suits and a head full of facts and putting yourself in the line of danger for information and boxes of files and rooms of bookshelves filled with books of lore and cool blues and grays and the glint of light off a pair of sigil covered handcuffs and book-smarts and tattoos of protective sigils and notes written in ink and a broken ink cartridge spilling over the pages of a borrowed book and dark circles under your eyes and cold stone hallways and impersonal interior design and classical music and wire frame glasses that have been bent out of shape and losing a pen after tucking it behind your ear and loose leaf paper that covers your desk and notes that scrawl diagonal and sideways across the page and organized chaos and the echo of footsteps in an empty hallway and silver cuff links and wallpaper covered in warding symbols and perfect inked sigils in the margins of notes and ice cold floors and paper trails.

anyway, rachel’s netflix original spn (along with the addition of being more pg rated)

like she’s bright photo filters and bitten back curses and the hints of a normal life still stowed under her skin and bubblegum pop and chalk covered fingers and a collection of plastic rings won from arcades and a battered roald dahl paperback and pricking your finger with a sewing needle and perfume samples and tinted lip balm and this odd understated beauty and glow-y pink blush and combat boots that never quite break in properly and bloodless fights and bittersweet memories and a past she doesn’t care for and longing for what’s been taken from you and rose colored glasses and sunsets over city skylines and faded pastels and colorful fabric stained dark with dirt and dust and half empty water bottles and dusty stuffed animals and too much energy and ignoring exhaustion and hoodies over t-shirts and watching the sun rise.

if tara is hbo spn (which she really is) then luke is spn as it is

like he’s ink stained fingers and dusty fingerprints and the liminal space of an airport at 3am and dusty midwest backroads at dawn and the smell of books that have lay forgotten in an attic for a generation and a half and fake names scribbled across the backs of library cards and a worn out wallet filled with little cash but more credit cards than it should fit and music played on cassette tapes and accidental poetry and books with smudged graphite in the margins and dogeared pages and red ink in a library book and ripping a page out of a book you don’t own and dusty photo filters and dappled light falling soft over a forest floor and too many layers even when it’s hot and off center ties and canvas jackets and sneaking into places you don’t belong and talking circles around everyone and words that drip with dry sarcasm and inside and personalized jokes and laughing so you don’t cry and blood on white button ups and jean jackets and not sleeping enough when working and stupid niche jokes and being underestimated.

like she’s neon lights reflected off slick asphalt after a rainstorm and smudged eyeliner and a purple and black eyeshadow palette and the metallic taste of a worn out silver lip ring and 2004 avril lavigne and dark lipstick and the scent of cigarette smoke and the reflection of light off a silver bullet and moonlight that filters through a church’s stained glass windows and jeans that are ripped up, tattered, and held together with safety pins, loose stitches, and duct tape and blood dripping into your eyes and half burned off finger prints and a broken beer bottle and a half empty glass of whisky and driving with an expired license and finding comfort in unhealthy coping mechanisms and the smell of a thunderstorm about to break and paper clips worn as earrings

okay yknow what im not done

tara is super interesting, okay? shes half-greek and still swears in greek, and she was raised hard and fast christian, church every sunday and every chrismas and every mothers day and every easter and etc, and when her parents died, and different character, erik, took her in and was like her father after her own dad died, erik’s currently in a closed ward because he saw too much of an angels true form, so hes half blind and half insane now, and she hates thinking about it. an angel of death, azreal “aza”, comes into play later, via rachels dreams (told you she was plot-important) and takes taras form because she figures that humans are more likely to talk to friends than they are to strangers, and the juxtaposition of someone who has sinned so much that holy water burns her, and a half-fallen angel (angels of death are inherently half-fallen) using the same form is just so interesting, right? but rachel has all the important connections and shit, god but taras so interesting!! god idk

her playlist is hard enough to put together, but like, that song just has the right Vibe, yknow? like, arms race by fob is also the right vibe but gabriel just really, really fit and im upset i cant add it??

okay but also highkey i have no idea where im going with it. like seriously I was stuck on a scene for a while, and today i finally gave up, deleted it (that is, moved it to my “cut scenes” doc) and started again with the bits that i liked (the rain and rosie being unprepared for it) and wow yeah, “kill your darlings” is good advice, sometimes you have to scrap scenes that you like, because the original gave us an insight into rosies parents and also her clothing style, which i havent gotten to go into yet, but it wasnt working so i had to change it, ill work it in later on, or maybe ill add it earlier, but yknow, writing tips I guess.

anyways, i need to come up with a cohesive plot at some point, because i have 23689 words and no actual plot, i mean, i have bits and pieces of a plot, i have plenty of ideas, like this giant illegal/barely legal blackmarket under the skin of this middle-class suburbs, and a 16 year old high school student (thats kat) being tied up in it, but I dont know where im going with it all yet.

the actual chapter is so-so but im still really proud of the introduction

i should try rewriting the chapter, see if i have any better ideas, but anyways, in the meantime heres the introduction because i really do like it a lot:

Kitty Baker was not a normal girl. No, not in a mock edgy "I'm-not-like-other-girls-mom" kind of way, but, in a way that was and is unique to Willowhills.

Kitty Baker. . . Was hard to explain.

She had always been. . . There. Even the oldest residents of Willowhills, those whom were pushing a hundred remembered playing with her as a child, remembered her handmade jewelry and several still had pieces of said jewelry in their possession. No one remembered when she had gotten there, had anyone in town been able to talk to the bones that lay under long-salted earth, they might have been able to gain an answer, might have been able to extract a story of a girl who looked too young to be on her own but also to old to have a guardian who had come into town one spring day with a smile on her lips and a suitcase filled with jewelry she used in place of greetings.

like, its cryptic and here just read it:

"What is wrong with this town?" Eon had demanded, and Delila didn't have an answer, she would never have an answer for her sister's question, not for as long as she lived, not that it was surprising considering how short her life ended up being.

like i totally forgot i planned on doing that, this is part of a scrapped scene, and the new version doesnt have anything like this in it

shes just, shes adorable???? shes fae, and is immortal, and is hypothetically scary, yes, but she also uses handmade jewelry as a way to say hello?? and most of the jewelry is charmed so that the wearer stays safe???

she hasnt had friends in a long time, because of the immortal thing, but when two sisters move into willowhills (her town) and clearly dont know anything about fae or being careful around their new “good neighbors” she makes them jewelry??? jewelry that gives them advice about how to stay safe??? because she cares so much???

and she thinks about her old friends all the time??? like, still “pulls on” the jewelry they were buried in?? even though she knows theyre dead?? she still checks on them?? because shes so lovely???

she has a halfway friend in a fellow fae, mandie, and even though she doesnt like nicknames she never tells mandie to stop??? because she secretly likes it that someone cares enough to give her one at all??? she doesnt even like kit-kats very much, but mandie calls her kit-kat and kitty doesnt ask her to stop??? because shes touched by it!!!

so kats a high schooler, shes 16 (as of now) and elisabeth is an adult, early-mid twenties (no set age yet, i gotta get on that too)

which seems kinda weird right outta the box because theyre not related or anything so why is the twenty year old friends with this teenager?

well, thats the thing, kat doesnt see them as friends, she sees this as a professional type relationship, the thing that holds them together is that elisabeth used to be a cop (not anymore, shes a tattoo artist now) and still has her police contacts, as well as quite a bit of leverage around the not-so-legal crowd (and that kinda underground deal is pretty big in their town actually) so she’s good at favors, and thats why she and kat are “friends” in the first place, because kat needs favors, they trade back and forth, elisabeth does something for kat, then kat does something for elisabeth, to use a canon example one of kats friends is bothered by an asshole cop for no reason, so the next day, after hearing about it, kat asks elisabeth for a favor, which boils down to “make sure this asshole never bothers my friend again” and elisabeth does, (she has her ways) then a few days later, elisabeth calls in the favor kat now owes her, and uses it to get kat to, as she puts it, “play bodyguard” while elisabeth does one of her less-than-legal dealings (shes selling cherry bombs to another important character this time) so theyre even again

so thats how kat sees the relationship, a professional friendship, if you will, shes also terrified of elisabeth, because elisabeth reminds her of her mother, (kats mother is abusive mentally and physically and an all around horrible person) so kat cant ever imagine anything more than this delicate professional friendship

elisabeth on the other hand, while yes, she sees it as a working relationship as well, dont get me wrong, she absolutely understands that everything they have is built on this professional undercurrent, but elisabeth has grown rather fond of kat, and, though she doesnt comprehend this very much on a conscious level she’s grown fond of kat in this “hey, thats my kid youre messing with buckaroo!” kinda way, so i mentioned the set of favors that are demonstrated in canon so far, a collection of scenes that also introduce us to elisabeth as a character, so that favor that kat repays, the “playing bodyguard” one? that one, yeah, the important character whos buying the cherry bombs has history with kat, he doesnt recognize her, thank god, but since elisabeth asks after theyve split, kat tells her, and elisabeths first instinct is to go give the character a piece of her mind for messing with kat, (she doesnt because kat sees this person who reminds her of her mother getting mad and immediately tries to diffuse, which is a whole other thing, but i digress) because she cares about kat a lot, kat doesnt see this, its why i love writing elisabeth from kats pov because kat is so uniquely blind when it comes to elisabeth and i love walking that line

but anyways, thats how elisabeth sees their relationship, most of the parental “hey thats my kid!” stuff is subconscious, yes, but even consciously she cares about kat, and when she gets hints that kats not just nervous and shy, but that she actually has an anxiety disorder (said hint is a very obvious panic attack) her first reaction is to protect, but the thing is that elisabeth isnt great at relationships in general, it’s a long story but basically her parents got a divorce when she was a kid and blamed elisabeth for it (parents of the year, i know) so shes now wary of getting too close to people for fear of ruining their lives too (for the record her parents marriage was never going to work, it wasnt her fault) so some of her actions come off as a little cold, but really shes just scared

we get a great scene later on that i wont talk about here because this is already really long and rambly but that scene boils down to elisabeth actually telling kat that she cares about her (while drunk and not in so many words) which kat sees as weird because elisabeth doesnt talk about feelings ever, but again, this is already really long

like, so fucking much

theyve been there for each other for so goddamn long and always will be, “real family” em always says, because neither of their home lives are particularly good, so theyve become each others families!!!

they know exactly how to help the other if need be, and are always ready to square up on the others behalf, youd better hope em isnt in earshot if you plan on trashing kat, and vice versa

em has gotten suspended because of fights before, and a lot of the time kat will end up skipping so they can hang out all day, because ems father is literally never home

she learned sign language because one of her younger foster brothers went selectively mute for a little, and shes trying to learn more because kais mute! shes just so lovely

and she loves cyphers and puzzles and she just wants everyone to feel good all the time

and she does embroidery and the first outfit she ever got includes a skirt she embroidered little candies onto!

her favorite drink is lychee ramune and i love!!! her!!!!