#flawedlouise

Norman stood silently for a moment after opening the door. There was an anxiety now, whenever the phone rang, whenever someone said his name, whenever, apparently, someone knocked on his door, although this was the first time anyone had come to the door since… Since what happened.

The woman on his doorstep was not Mother. Mother was dead, and the two women pretending to be Mother were dead. And that woman who’d come to him claiming to be his true Mother… she’d apparently left town after he sent her away.

Still, he was afraid that it would start again. 

@flawedlouise​ sent:  "even i couldn’t save me.  you don’t know me, but i’m good." (for Homelander)

A meme I lost?

“  tell me something good.  ”

He had to admit he wasn’t used to being approached so casually. On the contrary, people seemed to jump out of their way - consciously or not - when they came down the boardwalk. Every so often, however, one brave human decided they wanted a piece of whatever they might have been offering. 

Marko was bent way over the counter of a dart-throwing game. He had been making eyes at the attendant who was, honestly, less than thrilled and had used the first excuse he could to deal with a customer that was not Marko. Not that Marko was really a customer, seeing as he hadn’t paid for anything and continued to pluck darts from the back of the counter and toss them at the pastel balloons that were tacked to the board. 

When someone else approached the booth, he hadn’t noticed. Crowds were flowing all around the pier and he had better things to pay attention to. That is, until she spoke. He turned to look at her, slightly annoyed that she would ignore those hard-coded survival instincts to say something to him, and then stopped to consider her. 

They looked about the same age. That is to say she was probably about eighteen, a little older than Marko was when he was turned. She was close enough that he could smell her distinctly apart from the others on the boards - flowery perfume mixed with her natural scent, slight sweat, and, of course, blood. She was pretty...and brave, apparently. 

Send “plots please” and I’ll respond with 3 or more interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses. -

I know he’s an NPC, but Walter would like to meet Louise’s husband (if you want to stick with that part of their narrative!) Generally he’s not on board with affairs unless there is overall consent or the partner is an asshole, so learning one of these is true would be a big relief for him. (If not that specifically, then we could summarize such a thing.)

Dates! Let Walter treat her in the castle or out at a cafe, picnic, etc. Anything she likes. 

Idk if she’s the type to ask an ex for advice, but Jasper knows Walter well and can definitely be a resource, be it seduction techniques or just his favorite dish.

So many places for them to go to meet away from others.. honestly. nsfw plots a plenty with these two so feel free to ask for any details lmao

Gideon eyed the woman suspiciously as she drew near him. He had seen her around the town before, but, had never spoke to her. He took another drag off the cigarette in his mouth before exhaling the smoke, not taking his eyes off her.  “If you are looking for Pops, he isn’t around.”