#igrp

ⓘ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ semi selective portrayals, advance literate with third person novella style writings.

ⓘ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ sensitive topics such as trauma, gore, death, dead dove don’t eat && more will be present on all of my blogs, viewer discretion is advised. trigger warnings will be before any pieces of writing !!

ⓘ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ DNI: if you are racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic or ableist. if you are a minor. if you are a zionist or trump supporter. if you do not have age indicators on your account or if you lie about your age. if you cannot grasp the concept of roleplay and reality.

ⓘ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ this blog will be used as a home navigation tab, you can find my muses and their blogs via the main muse post !!

🪞 ⠀MEET THE⠀ADMIN ˙ . ꒷

name: jellie, ells or jellie tots ☻

birthday: march 12

zodiac: pisces

pronouns: she/her

age indicator: 23+

loves: oat vanilla lattes, my friends, reading

likes: true crime, photography, thai food

dislikes: spiders, clowns, burnt coffee, close-minded people

currently reading: interview with the vampire, you first: a joe goldberg prequel

currently watching: house of the dragon, supernatural

working on: character biographies and backstories

credits: @cursed-carmine for the banner.

It was late at night during Claw-Gadget household. And Mad Fox Gadget was inside the house seeming to search something until he heard something coming from Olive’s room.

Mad Fox Gadget opened the door slowly to not make a sound. Mad Fox Gadget saw Olive trying to sneak out of the house.

As soon as Mad Fox Gadget saw this he used his gadgets to catch Olive before she sneaked out

Mad Fox Gadget:

-Where do you think you’re going?

Mad Fox Gadget said coldly

Olive screeches before shutting her mouth with her hands before turning around,

"Oh my God dad it's not what it looks like I swear-"

- my name is london & i use she/her primarily, but i don’t mind any others !!!!!

- my writing is hit or miss generally but i typically write for dc & marvel canon characters as well as my own ocs within those fandoms. currently finding the motivation to work on an original story idea i have :(

- fave tropes r the angsty ones tbfh . just anything angsty

- mostly igrp based, i’ll include the @ s later in this post

- i’ll be posting graphics sometimes !!!

- cis white pan bitch 👍👍👍 i am a minor do not send me any gross things / blogs or i will block u

- i’m really looking forward to making friends here!!!!!!!

instagram @ s :

- @/solvtunger (comic based loki laufeyson)

- @/isntsidekick (comic based roy harper)

-@/ruinadomus (star wars oc)

-@/naivemagics (dc oc)

With a shredded unicorn horn, three drips of an owlbear's blood, and one single feather of a witherwings, the liquid inside the cauldron began to bubble, before the smoke bursted in a small firework-like explosion. It took exactly one minute for the event to take place, affecting a particular person, in a particular place. Suddenly they were no more, and there, standing in their place, was someone entirely new.

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TEMPORARY SHIFT (Valid Until 1/21)

Previous FC: RIIZE's Woobin Previous OC: Mahardika Giari Previous Subrace: Antari Previous Status: Master

The heavy wooden doors were swung opened with a loud creak and a quiet thud. The tellers' faces were hidden underneath the hoodies of their ashy gray robes, one could only see a misty blackness should they decided to take a peek. They stood behind the counters in silence, ready to welcome the peculiars with crescents in their bags.

The potion changed color, from bright red to dark green before it settled with its bluish gray. The liquid felt warm against the throat, and the heat moved along into the chest, swirling with a sensation that could only be described as magic. The reflection blurred out in the mirror, as if caught in a glitch, before the figure returned, the mirror now reflecting a different person upon its surface. The potion has once again done its work.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

PERMANENT SHIFT

The potion changed color, from bright red to dark green before it settled with its bluish gray. The liquid felt warm against the throat, and the heat moved along into the chest, swirling with a sensation that could only be described as magic. The reflection blurred out in the mirror, as if caught in a glitch, before the figure returned, the mirror now reflecting a different person upon its surface. The potion has once again done its work.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

PERMANENT SHIFT