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║ Willow Park║ Eighteen 19 ║ Witch ║ The Owl House ║

Qualities

✛ kind, hardworking, resilient ▬ passive-aggressive, self-doubt, stubborn

Powers

Chlorokinesis - the ability to control plants, trees, grass and manipulate their growth and structure. This allows Willow to use the many forms of plant life the world has to offer. Plant Teleportation - Willow can use plants to teleport herself and others. Plant Revival - Willow can revive plants that have been damaged. Glyph Magic - After draining her magic for overuse, Willow relies on glyph magic to help and save others if she's capable to. Aquakinesis ( minor ) - Willow uses this type of magic to water and keep her plants alive.

Willow's Hybrids of Horrors

Corpse Rose > A hybrid zombie-thorned rose that blooms with dark almost black petals and has a scent reminiscent of decay. Beware of the thorns it bears for one wound could turn someone into a zombie.

Deathcap Blossom > A vibrant blossom that emits hallucinogenic spores leading those that are afflicted to there doom as they wander aimlessly in the swamps of New Orleans.

Grim Chinese Lantern > A hybrid plant with lantern-shaped flowers that emit a faint flickering light as if holding trapped souls within . . . or are they trapped souls?

Skeletal Fern > A fern with fronds that look like skeletal hands reaching out from the soil

Phantasm Vine > A climbing plant that wraps around structures as its tendrils resemble ghostly figures of those the person has lost and produces lovely passion-shaped flowers that seem to whisper in the voices of those they've lost.

Nightmare Lily > A deep-hued lily with jagged edges on the petals that glow faintly in the dark and is highly poisonous as it evokes a nasty case of fear throughout the day and a bad case of nightmares throughout the night.

Aloe Vera Thornspire > A towering spiky aloe vera abomination plant that impales anything that comes too close. Draining one's life force or viable nutrients from its victim. When enough life force and viable nutrients reach a certain point — a glowing lily-like flower blooms that Varian is highly interested in studying.

Their Story

TW: Dark Themed Bio

🍀.  Willow Park - Is the Adoptive Daughter of Gilbert and Harvey Park. 🍀.  Willow was born on a stormy night her entry into the world marked by chaos. Her biological mother hung precariously from a branch under the weight of the storm and a terrifying fate unable to endure the horrors of the purge during the Final Battle ( Oct. 31 ). A Coven Enemy released from the Red Queen's Asylum faced the ultimate death by Coven Supporters. As Gilbert and Harvey discovered her hanging they were struck not only by the tragic scene but by a fierce determination to save both mother and child regardless of who's side was on who's. In there attempts to sever the rope they could feel the pulse of life and spirit — the hope that one could pull a soul from the jaws of despair. 🍀.  However there efforts could only guide Willow into the world of the living without her biological mother who despite her passing left a legacy of tenacity and resilience buried deep in her daughter. Released from the Hospital on January 1st. Willow was raised by her two loving fathers, Gilbert ( Dad ) and Harvey ( Papa ) Park. She was nurtured in an atmosphere of acceptance and warmth in the Boiling Isles where they felt they could make a fresh start. Attending Magisterium Middle in the Boiling Isles — Willow struggled miserably in the Abomination track. A decision made by her fathers to Willow's Guardian La who believed it would open doors for her. 🍀.  Each failed project further chipped at her confidence. Earning her derogatory nicknames from her peers — Half-a-Witch Willow. Which reinforced her sense of inadequacy. The pain of being reminded of her failures began to twist her once sunny disposition into frustration and insecurity. After the passing of Cinderella's death as Magisterium Middle closed down. Willow struggled with the expectations placed on her. Gilbert and Harvey didn't want to send her to New Orlean's to Halloweentown but didn't know what else to do. Lost and overwhelmed. Between her dads and the pressure to conform to the magical community's standards. Willow ran away. 🍀.  She fled into the sprawling forests surviving in the Boiling Isles terrain. There Willow honed her skills in plant magic developing a deep connection to the flora and fauna of her new home and began to discover her identity beyond the constraints previously set upon her. Taking a transformative turn when she met Apple Nolan. Apple welcomed Willow to the closed Magi Collage Campus allowing her to stay in the Botanical Conservatory area. A vibrant space filled with rare plants and a greenhouse atmosphere. Here Willow found a sanctuary to cultivate her experimental botanist skills and hybrid creations. Surrounded by the verdant life she loves. Willow can now explore her magic freely. Sculpting a life that embodies who she truly is — unbound by past expectations.

Relationships

Gilbert & Harvey Park [Dad(Alive) + Papa(Alive)] ▶ Gilbert and Harvey clearly care deeply for Willow and are shown to be protective of her well-being. They want her to be happy and thrive in a world that can be challenging. Like any parent they just want what's best for there daughter.

. . . [Biological Mother(Deceased)] ▶ Though never met in life the presence of . . . haunts Willow like an unfinished story sometimes.

La Queen [Guardian] ▶ When Willow and Amity Blight got chosen by the #1 Guardian in Magi Middle? It was a huge deal. She only chose the best of the best after all. With little patience for excuses or half-hearted efforts she created the best students. Amity became one of those talented students while Willow struggled with the path her parents chose for Willow. Constantly she struggled to meet Miss Queen's expectations causing her to not have such a fantastic bond with Miss Queen.

Apple Nolan [Friend] ▶ Apple found Willow in the woods on her way to the Boiling Isles. Apple's guidance and encouragement helped Willow regain confidence in her own magical abilities by showing her some of Mx. Elvesden's creations left in the Forbidden Forest. With Louie McDuck/Vaxus Elvesden('s) permission. Apple gave her a place to stay in the Magi Collage Campus that had closed down with her as Willow made a safe space in the Botanical Conservatory section where some of her hybrid plants are stored.

(via-instagram)

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@criticalsnipe: New York.

Breaking glass all morning. 

Getting in trouble. 

“Not a shocking combination.” Victor grumped crossing his arms upset they were letting this kid follow them around. 

Laverne on the other hand kept telling him, “Stop being a grouch. She’s just a kid. She doesn’t know any better and she’s clearly not from around here. Maybe she needs a little help is all? Maybe she’s lost?” 

Hugo would interrupt with, “Or we could break glass too? Who’s in?” He was no help at all. 

Bastien side eyed her when she said she was breaking glass in someone’s workshop and not just some old run down place like this. He had a workshop too. Okay so maybe his workshop was in a run down place just like this but it was still HIS workshop and he wouldn’t want anyone breaking his things. 

“Well, of course you got banned. Workshops are for working. People work hard and you ruined their hard work. That’s not very nice. What’d you do it for? Did they do something to you first so they deserved it?” He tried to be logical. Sometimes people deserve bad shit to happen to them and if you get banned over it then who cares. 

But then she actually said it was an accident. She didn’t do it on purpose. 

“She banned you over an accident? Well, that sucks.” 

He looked back to make sure she closed the door which she did. Good move. He gave a little nod and kept moving. It’d be dark so he pulled his phone and turned on the flashlight to look around better. It was night time after all plus no electricity in this run down joint. 

“I don’t like getting kicked out of places when I have accidents.” It happened a lot. Well, it happened a lot before he moved into Delta’s castle and she and Frank let him live in the dungeons. After that nobody kicked him out of places anymore. Knowing he’s was Delta’s Hunch had that effect on people. 

Victor said she had a point about the surprising. She did sneak up on him and gave him a rather big start. 

“Okay. I’ll give you that one. You are very good at surprising people. Maybe you do have some sneakery skills. They’re just a little messy. I think the kind of surprising you do is better left for surprise parties, like birthdays, not for trespassing.” 

“That’s okay. I get things mixed up sometimes too.” 

He had years more practice at covering it up and faking it when he flubbed. He wasn’t sure she could cover up a flub that loud and startling though. 

Then she asked what they were looking for and Laverne looked at Bastien and said, “They?” Were they a team now? He had to give this a moment’s thought. He was going to have to break it down to her. On one hand he felt sorry for her because it sucked and he knew what it was like to be misunderstood and screw up and get kicked out of places and feel like you have to make up for things all the time. On the other hand he wasn’t sure he wanted her in his workshop messing things up. On yet another hand his workshop was there because he was making something for the kiddos of Nola. God damn. The street kids mostly, but any kids. Who was this kid? 

“Well, here’s the thing. WE- as in WE-” and he motions in a circle referencing him and his friends, not Nory. The problem was she couldn’t see them. He was a little off kilter right now forgetting this so it’d seem like he was referencing him and Nory.

“WE are looking for scraps that might be useful as parts in the carrousel I’m building. The real jackpot houses are the ones that haven’t been salvaged yet and still have piping. I use it for the horse’s poles. So I look in the walls.”

  — 🐾 IT WASN’T THE ONLY PLACE NORY WAS banned from.  No matter how hard Nory tries telling her Pa she’s old enough to do the cooking, but Dr. Horace won’t listen.  Just because she nearly burned down there old house when she put her socks in the toaster ONE t i m e.  What can she say?  She really wanted toasty socks.  Dr. Horace && Isla won’t let her near the washing machine, which makes no sense.  Fine!  She didn’t know the difference between detergent && dawn soap, accidently using to much dawn soap && turning the laundry room into a bubble bath, but also, only ONE t i m e.  

      Chuck E. Cheese, Olive Garden, Burger King, Hoo-Ha Owl's Pizzamatronic Jamboree, Funso's Fun Zone && McDonalds.  Banned for life.  Again, it was only ONE t i m e.  Nory didn’t mean to do what she does, she’s just accident prone!  It wasn’t like she decided to be a koat for ill intentions and destroy her cousin’s work, it’s just chasing mosquito’s as a koat was just so much fun!  Scolded.  “What?  No!”  No. No. No. No.  Shaking her head.  Isla didn’t deserve it.  Sighing.  “I chased a mosquito  —  “ she said as she finished ‘as a koat’ in her head so she wasn’t lying to them she just wasn’t expressing everything.

      “  —  && I had an accident.  Which lead to one thing to another && before you know it I’m here!  I know what I did was bad.  Really bad.  I screwed up big time but I’m trying to make it better.  Do you know how hard it is to find glass!   It’s a lot harder then it looks.”  Finally taking a breath.  Learning that animals were not meant to be in the workshop.  Not now.  Not ever.  She was to busy realizing it was night time to notice she missed the nod of approval.  Nory didn’t realize it was so dark outside!  Which made it even darker inside.  Not that she was bothered by it.  

       Nory used her sense of smell, && her instincts to keep her grounded.  The animal bits && parts of her.  Looking down she saw dust!  She also saw two sets of footprints!  Following the bigger one they lead her to Crime Boss!  ‘Found you!’  She thought as she was such a good dust detective.  Detective Nory, terrible at finding glass but very good at finding Crime Boss!  The other set of prints in the dust was certainly rodent, she would know, as it looked it was swallowed by the abyss of darkness that loomed heavily in the house.  Childishly she would have continued following them,

      being the best detective in the tri-state area but Nory paused in her tracks.  “I know the feeling,” Nory said, && then gets a sad look in her eyes.  It wasn’t a good one.  Not one Nory really got used too.  Only she perked up fast!  Crime Boss gave her credit.  Which made her smile, which glowed on her facial features.  Regardless of a little messy, && misplaced scenario wise it was still a credit.  A compliment.  Nory felt like she should turn into a peacock!  The swelling of pride bursting inside her chest.  But technically, only males are peacocks.  Females are peahens && together, they are called peafowl.

       Yet somehow she could still turn herself into a peacock.  Holding her tail feathers from sheer excitement, only the fabulous feathers of a peacock are not tail feathers at all.  Those long feathers are the male’s tail c o v e r t s that are basically feathers that cover the base of the tail.  Peacocks are fun!  Super obsessed with Peacocks for the 5 seconds Nory was complimented by Crime Boss.  It got her thinking.  “I guess peacocks wouldn’t make very good trespassers.”  Useless.  Random.  Giggling.  “Have you ever seen a peacock or a peahen before?  They are loud.”  The suddenness bursting out of her.

       Nory was happy && sad at the same time.  She gets things mixed up all the time too.  If it’s not Fluxing, it’s something else.  Sad that she couldn’t, but happy that she wasn’t the only one.  Of course, they were very different, but it felt good hearing it.  The kind of good that makes it ok for now.  As if everything was going to be ok.  Things were going to work out, && not always in the way she wanted them too.  In a way Nory could handle.  Crime Boss was really relatable, she chose a good Crime Boss!  Nory felt very lucky to have met Crime Boss.  He was all Boss && Crime && relatable.

      Nory saw the whole breaking it down bit Crime Boss was doing but Nory didn’t fully understand it quite so well.  She might have even realized when he made his circle it meant her, in the kind of indirect way, as there was a rodent print in his circle.  So she was that rodent print.  She was meant to find that rodent as Detective Nory, battle it to the death, && be destined to take it’s place in the inner circle if she remembers.  So the relevance of her was more spiritual && physical like destiny!  Destiny was calling.

       Regardless of it all Nory referenced herself in.  Yet Nory didn’t find carrousel’s all to fun && cool.  She almost wanted to ask if there was going to be a peacock!  Oooo.  Maybe Crime Boss will be the one to finally put an light show!  ‘Stare into the fire beams.  You get fire beamed!  You get fire beamed!! Pew.  Pew.  Pew.  All the fire beams!’  Nory thought to herself.  The dream of laser fire beams of light shooting out a Carousel sounded so cool!  Who doesn’t like being blinded by the light!  Now she was getting hyped up, the imagination could do that.  Seeing the possibilities, yet peacocks where not going to be helpful.

      No.  Peacocks were not quite right for the job.  Then what was right for the job?  What animal could go into walls, && destruct metal?  Detective Nory had to think for a moment.  Until it became obvious!  Rat-a-tat-Rat!  Not only will she be able to use her detective skills to get in Crime Boss’s inner circle if she finds the culprit.  Then again, she could always say that was her rodent print?  Could Crime Boss tell the difference between Nory-rodent or regular rodent?  “I’ll take the kitchen!”  Nory blurted so fast && before Crime Boss could talk.  Calling dips.

       There were so many cool things about Rats!  The Norway Rat did not originate in Norway.  Rats have an incredibly strong sense of smell.  They can chew through metal.  Softer metals like aluminum sheeting, lead, copper, iron, && gold.  It was easy for her to get into the pipes through the kitchen sink. AFTER she takes the sharp b l a d e s things in the dispenser out. . . so she doesn’t die.  The horror!  Nory still has nightmares of almost being obliviated by a sink.  Bouncing off in the gapping abyss of darkness it was certain she hit, fell, && almost fell through the floor on the way.  

      Nory’s hip hit an wooden object as a huge hallow THUNK with an “o w.”  A cluttering sound of tripping over herself as she wasn’t picking up her feet enough after she hit her hip with an “I’m ok!”  Only she disturbed the dust, as Bastian could hear the fits of her sneezing repeatedly.  In her moment of sneezing as she kept walking with one arm out aimless.  Nory also had found a few bad rotted floor boards as there was the sound of wood splitting && a squeak.  “Careful it’s a bit rotted to the left!”  It would have been easier to navigate with a light but that would have ruined the fun.

       Careful not to speak to loud of course!  They were on a mission, but she was loud enough for them to hear her.  Not taking Nory long to find the kitchen. Small but spacious.  Rotted && old.  She began opening cabinets. . . well the ones that didn’t look like they were going to pop out of place anyway.  Finding GLASS cups as Nory made the glass do the c h i n k-c l i n k sound first just randomly until she began to do more Mario open theme CHINK-c l i n k i n g. [ X ].  Only it might have not sounded like it on Bastien's side as she did that for about 1 minute.  Trying to be patient.

       The hardest part was being patient.  Nory could help!  She was good at being helpful.  She could get metal too.  Only she was embarrassed of herself, as she honestly listened to the sounds of the other’s footsteps.  Calculated the distance of each other.  Ignoring the cups as she’d walk carefully over to the sink.  As there was natural night light spilling through the sludge.  Taking the edge of her shirt dabbing her irritated eyes from the dust a bit as well. ‘Come on.  Don’t come this way Crime Boss.’  She’d thought to herself as being patient was the worse.

Bastien did not hear her sneaking up on him, plus he was bickering with his “imaginary” friends so his mind was even more distracted. He wasn’t listening out as well as he might should have been considering he was trespassing, and breaking and entering. 

No. He was no child. There were those in this world that might debate whether he was a grown up or not but he definitely a grown ass man. He was a very quiet person unless provoked. 

So, up comes this very exclamation pointy person startling the fuck out of him being all excitable and loud and his eyes grew into saucers as he jumped away from the door, away from her voice, away from her. His hand went straight for his pocket like he was ready to go full Firebug on her and whip out his flame, light her right on fire. He didn’t have his usual hammer in hand. So that’s where his hand went for protection. 

Super bubbly and Bastien didn’t always mix. 

“Why would I fucking do that?” 

He started to panic. She was talking too much. She was saying so many things, but mostly the same thing in different ways. It was confusing him. So the gargoyles took over. 

Laverne told him to ignore her.  Victor told him not to trust her. She looked suspicious.  Hugo was jumping up and down chanting, “Let’s break ALL the windows!” He wanted to create more chaos. Laverne had to shut him up. She and Victor tackled him in some attempt to let Bastien think. 

HIs invisible friends were making it hard to focus. He finally heard her name the second time around. Nory. Nory. Nory. Nory. Nory. It got stuck on repeat in his head like words do sometimes when he gets triggered. It was just some kid. 

Fuck. He slowly let go of the lighter in his pocket and the pepper spray keychain on his keys he keeps filled with gasoline. She nearly spooked a complete nut job here ready to burn her face with her wacked up sunshine and crazy talk. 

“I just got the door open. I got this. Don’t you see? If we break all the windows people will hear us. You’re not very good at sneaking are you, Nory?” 

“You have to be careful. You can’t go sneaking up on sneakers. They might be dangerous.” 

Good ol’ Bastien. He was trying to give the kid a warning. Sneaking up on street people like that is really, really, really, REALLY STUPID. No, not street people. Sneaking up on someone committing a crime and introducing yourself like that is really, really, really, really REALLY STUPID. They might not all be so nice. He was two seconds from not being so. 

This is freaked out grown up moment telling stupid kid you are stupid. But hello. 

“I’m going inside before someone sees me. You do what the fuck you want from here.” 

Then he walked in the front door having a feeling this kid was going to follow them in. 

— 🐾 FIRST, NORY NOTICED WAS HE WAS NO teen.  Phew!  A little jumpy. But that wasn’t unusual.  Lots of people around her did that for some reason.  Maybe she needed to try to be more supportive?  Maybe she should be louder vocally next time!  She always loved it when people surprised her! Only she forgets quite easily that not everyone felt the same way.  Twitchy-witchy animal instincts sensed no danger what so ever.  Occasionally when spooked or in the throws of danger she Fluxes by accident before she considers telekinesis.  Nory was a Fluxer!  Although she wasn’t a regular Fluxer, but she tries to be.  She really, really, tries.  Bouncing on her toes.  She turned her head from right to left, searching for Vic quickly.  

       OH.  She must have been hearing things?  Mr.Adult-Guy must have been talking on the phone right before she showed up.  D u h. “You’re right.”  Agreeing with the Mr.Adult-Guy.  “I’ve been breaking glass all morning. It got me in a lot of trouble with my Cousin.”  Nory started as she seemed to listen to that out loud as that sounded really mean of her honestly.  “I’m banned from her Workshop, but I’m working hard finding her new glass!  It was all a accident.  I didn’t do it on purpose!”  A quick mousy-squeak escaped her as she felt the heat of her cheeks turn pink as it sounded as if she was an awful person.  She lost herself, just a teeny bit when she fluxed into a Koat.  Keeping control over their human mind was an important Fluxer technique, but well sometimes even she could get a little lost.  

       It happens to even some of the greatest Fluxers!  Yet there where no ways to explain it clearly to Mr.Adult-Guy.  “Ohhhh,” oblivious as she didn’t even see it even happen!  Admiring Mr.Adult-Guy’s skills as her eyes sparkled.  So cool.  Only her features clouded a little as she thought about that very hard.  “I don’t know.  I’m very good at surprising people though!”  Beaming she was very super good at surprising people but sneaking?  It seemed it was different.  Nory was listening.  She soaked in this new found information.  City people where interesting, but Mr.Adult-Guy made her spine seriously tingle with newfound knowledge && alertness as she had a newfound seriousness.  It was all very noted.  Learning quite a lot right now.  

       Much how ducklings often imprint on a human, Nory followed pursuit after Mr.Adult-Guy as if he was her Crime Boss.  Closing the door gently letting it shut back into place as if they never broke in.  Making sure the door was unlocked for a breezy get away.  It would be silly to leave the door wide open.  Right?  Trying to think just like her Crime Boss.  Or what could please them?  Looking down for a moment she’d observe the ground first.  Was there a lot of dust?  Was it wood or stone?  The fun began where to observe, && inhale all the new scents around her.  Whispering softly in case she’s not suppose to speak too loudly.  “What are we looking for?”  Nory already knew what she needed but what could she do to help her Crime Boss..

Who: Bastien Bellerose & Nory Horace Where: Nola. Somewhere in the abandoned areas that still aren’t so clean from Katrina. What:  He’s rummaging around looking for scraps and useful pieces, anything he can salvage from old building to use in his carousel project, and maybe just being nostalgic because he’s used to being street rat. Breaking in. Feel free to be another person in le ghetto and run into him. No one is around him. It is only him. 

“Shut up, Vic. Who gives a shit? Fuck the windows. It’s a basic lock. They might as well have left it open.” 

— 🐾 THIS MORNING WAS A DISASTER!  WHEN NORY turned into a Koat, she had the body of a black kitten && the head of a tiny goat.  Her Koat was a pretty awesome animal, but her cousin Isla-Siren didn’t like it.  Especially in her workshop.  Koat-Nory ate her cousin’s new glass sketch designs for her Etsy.  Broke a couple of her glass platters chasing a mosquito, as she was VERY g o o d at chasing mosquitos!  Isla-Siren’s wooden ladder that helped her reach her glass supplies on the wall && loft.  Of course, anything wooden, cardboard, && part of the couch too.  This was a disaster!  Her cousin was really, really angry at her this morning.  So what better way to say ‘I’m-sorry’ && get unbanned from Isla-Siren’s glass workshop then to seek out glass!  It’s brilliant.  It’s a full proof plan, but there was a ity-bity problem.  Getting lost was a lot easier in the 49th-largest city in the US, but finding glass was the polar opposite.  It was a lot harder.  Who would have known.  A r g h!  How was she supposed to focus on finding glass when this place was so le favelas?  Nory scowls && goes back to walking dragging the cooler behind her.  Until she heard a muffled voice.  

       Someone was nearby!  It’s definitely a boy.  He doesn’t sound like a kid, but he doesn’t sound like a grown-up, either.  Following the sound quietly.  Nory found her inner voice && support on breaking windows!  “Break. The. Window!”  Her spine was seriously tingling.  Finally something exciting was going to happen.  Nory just might find some glass, finally!  She turned to the guy “Hi.  I’m Nory!”  She began super bubbly — friendly, “&& I support the breaking of windows!  It gets all CRACK  — C r a s h.  Make it rain that glass.  && you’re not wrong, they might as well have left it open, right?”  OH.  Wait is this w e i r d?  Hurriedly before she had to take a breath “It’s-obvious-we-have-to-do-are-part-to-support-the-local-community-here!”  Is that worse?  Did she just make things worse?!  “If-you-don’t-want-to-I-can-try-to-find-a-way-in-if-you-don’t-want-to-break-the-window!”  Taking a breath, finally.  Enough is enough, but she felt she embarrassed herself.  It’s not that she meant to, as she nervously chuckled as she was a bit more shy re-introducing herself.  “Hi. . . I’m Nory. .Again.”

— ♆ | Jinx - Where he is currently living.

[ Jinx is living in a 2017 Sea Ray 540 Sundancer [ ⚓  ] ( it was once a 510 but it was custom done to make it into a 540 for speed ).  In a loan kind of gig.  He pays Isla-Siren a month to month basis of things he finds in the sea ( the only thing she takes is jewelry he finds ) until paid off to officially become his own.  Though he has a long journey ahead of him. It’s known to be found on the docks of NOLA.  So he is in charge of the docking fee.  

He’s the kind of kid that actually keeps it clean && is good at maintaining it ( dark oak cabinets + oak wooden flooring + accents | black vinyl | stainless steel fridge/freezer + stainless steel metal accents w/ mini kitchen + black galaxy goldstone counter tops | 1 master bedroom + guest bedroom | 2 bathrooms ).  Can’t really say Jinx sleeps down in the bedroom’s when he really just stays around the cockpit && upper salon/starboard area with his surf boards ( he has 3 && only wishes he could have more but there pretty expensive ). ]

Jinx does not live alone.

[ The kind of guy that’ll find a near dying Hyacinth Macaw with one leg who broke into someone’s house ( what a guy! ) && took it with him to nurse it back to health.  It’s a bit unclear if he was just abandoned or if something happened to the owner.  Jinx has a big heart && tried to do good by making a potion to re-grow it’s leg back.  Simple potion stuff so it’ll get adopted faster ( but dyslexic ).  Instead?  He gone fucked it all up.  

Jinx made a Macaw from hell.  It’s feather’s have traces of electricity surging through it ( it’s worse when Jinx is going to get zapped but low && behold he can mimic the zzapp/zzz sound along with even mimicking thunder ).  It’s like a Thunderbird but more Thundermacaw 2.0 addition.  Everything about all THAT t e r r i f i e s him.  Only perk he has to say is his new roommate’s a grouch but a really good security system ( && sometimes sounds like thunder if he flies really fast ).  If there is one thing he doesn’t have to worry about is the boat itself.  He’d feel more sorry for the person in question that meets the Macaw.  Usually calls him Blue, the roommate from hell.  Why he doesn’t lock up anything on his boat apparently.  ]

“Not wanting to know how you know that,” Jock said, one very raised eyebrow. They usually had a mind of their own, these brows. But now he was picturing just how this young lad would know. Weird fetishes these days, kids and them and all that. Back in his day, things were a lot more simple. You saw a woman’s chest, that got your pecker up. Nowadays you had to bring in all manner of things. Raccoons. Some folk. “How do you think that translates into kittens then?” He went ahead and asked. “Think that one racoon means two kittens, or more like one and a ‘alf?”

Was he lucky? Maybe. “He was a bit of a twat, got real mad at me because I’m not a crooner. Ahh - well, fuck em all. Dee Snider liked me, that’s what really matters.” Not a humble one, this guy. And really would take just about any chance to be showing off that he knew such people. In his line of work? You meet plenty of the weirdos, famous ones and all that. And he’d take any ear that might be listening in. Let em. Even if he was still being looked for by Boogie Woogie and her clan, he wasn’t hiding.

Even taking his shirt off? Really? Jock could understand wantin to catch the cat with that but there was the even bigger risk of getting scratched up to hell by the little fecker. He would stick with his layers, thank you very much. Think smarter, not longer. Still, he’d pop the boy on up to reach the little guy, his skinny legs somehow holding the two of them up, thanks el vampire-o strength. He thought for a moment that it would be hilarious if he pretended to sway, to not be able to hold up the weight. To go ahhhhh and ohhhhhh and go this way and that but then the cat might just drop on his head and he wasn’t much into that. Lowered him right back down and gave him a little shove then rubbed the back of his neck. “Yer a bit heavier than most of the gals I let up there for concerts, now I won’t be needin’ my nightly workout.”

China or India? He got a chuckle. “Fucking Irish mate, or Scottish, depending on the day really. Sometimes I just really miss haggis.” He was eyeing up that little kitten though. It wasn’t the same as human blood, more like just having a couple sips of a boxed wine before moving onto aged whiskey. But he weren’t the picky sort. Roll a couple o’ pills around in the blood, get em nice and coated so they go down faster, easier, and he’d have himself a good high. Oh yes, his vampire line of premium products was coming along really fucking nicely. “Ain’t got sheeps pluck but a little kitty cat’ll do nicely.”

He took the cat and snapped the neck delicately. The cat didn’t have time to scratch, to bite, to attack, to mewl, to hiss, anything. It was being handed over and then it was dead. Then Jock gave the shirt back and swung the dead animal over his shoulder teh way that barmen do with a towel. “Nah chum, don’t need your shirt. If that’s a call out to my own clothes being shoddy, I take some offense that.” And then he went ahead and said that soccer moms were scary. To a vampire. That set the old vampire a-laughing again. “No doubt. I’m more afraid of those err - whatchacall em - realtors. Those put the fuckin shivers up me spine.”

— ♆ “MIDDLE SCHOOL.  ITS A NIGHTMARE.” NOT THAT all his experiences in Middle School where a nightmare.  No.  Just some of the shit that comes out of the other kids was a nightmare.  Jinx has learned quite a lot of useless junk from hanging around weird kids that turned him into a weird kid.  Then again he was probably born to be a weird kid too.  Missing it a little.  Maybe a lot.  Life is hard.  “Uhh.  No idea but I don’t like the sound of one && a half.”  That was more of a google question.  Not wanting to know how a kitten was halfed.

The way he understood it was he met a lot of cool people.  Only downside to this was all he could think about was ‘What’s a Crooner?’ && like that he asked. “What’s a crooner?” Oh shit he met Dee Snider? “Whoa- listen is it just me or does Dee Snider look like the perfect star for a horror version of goldilocks?!”  Only fantasizing his version of a horror slasher b-rated with lots of terrible boob shots filmed as Dee Snider starring as Goldilock’s!  Do the whole I’m-gonna-eat-their-innards-&&-sleep-on-their-skins-in-there-bed-after-breaking-into-there-houses.  Sometimes picky.  Saw an entire b-rated horror slasher of Dee Snider flash in his head with goldilocks themed humor with lots of horror && terrible boob shots.

If there was one thing Jinx forgets it is that he was built.  100% used to be a zero, now he’s what ever he is now?  Once a wee scrawny toothpick kid though the whole Magisterium Middle && High didn’t really play around when it came to there training warrior sessions.  Can take a big boi/grrl down && have time to walk a LIL’o l d lady across the street.  Somewhat.  Can’t say everything goes according to plan when he gets involved, there might be some accidental death.  The old lady might have a broken arm but there’s not much he could do.  So it didn’t cross his mind until Jock said something.  “Yea.  Sorry mate. I kind of forgot I’m not scrawny anymore.”

“Wait the Irish eat cats?!”  Shocked “China && India for sure, but I haven’t really thought of kitten, cabbage, && potato stew as a thing.”  Surprised as he always thought they’d be the less likely to eat cats next to Egyptians cause of the whole Cat Síth — the king of cats bizz.  “W a i t  — if you eat a black cat is that a GOOD o m e n or is it considered a BAD o m e n.”  Look at him.  Learning.  Making sure his Irish Hospitality was up to date.  Along with making sure he doesn’t get superstitiously cursed with a BAD o m e n.

He seemed to look upwards.  Jinx may have handed his shirt over for him to do as he pleased but the feeling of it was sad.  Putting his shirt back on he tried not to think to much of the snapping sound that constantly ringed in his ears, as if he could still hear it happening long when it was over.  He could also feel it inside his hollowing chest as the kitten’s neck snapping bounce around inside him.  It was dead.  It wasn’t going to live a good life.  This was better.  His eyes strayed keeping them off center && far from the kitten slung over his shoulder.  Smiling as there was something they both could agree on.

“Jinx.  That’s what they call me.”  Not that he asked but if they ever met again anyway.  Doubted the guy was going to stick around with a dead kitten around his shoulder for long.  “Since were already shoulder friendly && all.”  Joking a bit on that one.

“Now that’s an interestin’ place to keep em,” Jock said, expressive eyebrows raised upwards to the top of his forehead. “Now, ya see, me, I keep em in a quiver like I’m fuckin Legolas or some shit. Lot less painful then up the arse. But hey, you got the room for it, you do you. It’d add a lot o’ insult to injury if tha’s what yer goin for.”

A shit harpoon. If that ain’t a great idea though. He’d been shot by a few in his time, no silver thank padre, but they’ve only been covered in blood and fish guts. Be damnright insultin if excrement was brought into the mix.

“Ahh - I’ve heard some shit that’ll make yer ears bleed, I get it, I ain’t no Sinatra himself, no matter how much he tried to teach me,” He chuckled. It was hard to tell whether he was joking or not - and in this case, he wasn’t. Old blue eyes. He travelled a lot, what was the point in staying in one place? Back in the days when things were more free, he’d just get one of his mates to chop ‘im up and put him into a package and send him to another person across teh world who’d have a victim ready for him to feed and heal himself whole. Instant travel. Too bad they got too many security checks in place now.

“Pop up top,” He said with a shrug, crouching his large frame down.

Man smelt of witch, it was pretty easy to tell. And one favor often followed another. He’d been told by his mates that he didn’t cash in on his favors enough. Maybe this one would come in handy.

When Jinx did pop up top, he’d stand straight up to his full height, looking up to see if the damn cat was going to come down. He licked his lips looking at it. Nice little dessert perhaps? He wasn’t opposed to the animal shit. He wasn’t no gourmet. If it caused too much of a problem, he’d break it’s neck without delay fore it had a chance to get it’s little wee paws down on the ground. Cats. Little feckers. “Get a good grip on it, if that thing falls down on me, I ain’t above eatin it down,” He chuckled, joking or not so joking again.

— ♆ “HEY, NO PAIN NO GAME!  IF YOU can fit almost two full raccoons up your ass why not.”  The element of pain && horrid surprise upon thy enemy.  The chance of it working on his part.  Not so well.  Never so well.  But it’s the creativity that counts.

Can’t say Jinx personally lived the life of dodging harpoons.  Dodged quite a lot of things, but not that.  Yet.

Jinx smiled, his eyes had that mischievous glint they sometimes got.  “Glad I haven’t found my ear bleeders yet but damn are you lucky to meet such a legend.”  New Orleans && the history of people that visit && live are quite the variety.  Even if they were lying so what?  It’s not like Jinx would be losing sleep because of it.  Removing his shirt quickly making a knot above the sleeves && around the neckline as it would be easier to sack it.

This is why being on a stranger’s shoulder to capture a kitten, would result into an I.O.U.  Long as the favor doesn’t extend to Potion making or Raccoons.  Potions were fun to make but they don’t turn out what they should ( dyslexic after all ).  Then there’s the see how many Raccoons can actually fit up his ass literally.  After that?  Jinx would help the guy out.  Jock didn’t seem that bad to be around, but he nearly thought about that with most the people he meets anyway.

Getting on a guys shoulders was a first for him.  Awkward but doable.  Hoisted on Jock’s shoulder’s gave Jinx the height to quickly nab && sack the destressed kitten stuck on a trash wall very easily.  His shirt however will have kitten claw tears that’ll make him look punk-grunge with a happy-jinxed disposition.

Feeling it wiggle && squirm in his own shirt.  “Alright bring me down.”  Wondering a moment “you on a China or India diet?”  Seeing the reality of the Kitten’s fate.  Just because Jinx had a heart && desired a better life for the kitten they saved.  But what where the chances of the kitten actually growing up? Surviving the dangers of life like dogs, or getting crushed inside a garbage truck, or eaten by Lost Boys.  

Reality is there is no guarantee no matter how high the hopes he had.  “Only if it’s quick.”  Adding quickly “&& my shirt is not part of the package.”  Strangers && there eyes looking at him.  Watching him.  Judging him.  Soccer moms glaring at him.  “Soccer moms can be scary.”

♛/🍎. QUEEN GRIMHOLDE

We don’t talk about Evil QUEEN G r i m h o l d e ( Charlize Theron )

♛/🍎. NOLAN FAMILY

David ( Josh Dallas ) && Snow/Mary-Margaret* ( Ginnifer Goodwin ) Nolan are the parents of Emma “Apple” Nolan ( Sabrina Carpenter ).

♛/🍎. ONCE UPON A DECEMBER on the 24th when Emma was born, her hair just as fair as QUEEN G r i m h o l d e ‘ s, her eyes a haunting mix of the two.  A BLUISH-g r e e n.  Eyes sometimes as pretty blue as SNOW’S, && other times just as hauntingly green as G r i m e h o l d e ’ s.  David && Mary-Margaret's child’s features sharp as glass, && too eerily distinct . . . && when they found out she was born with magic in her little veins . . They Fairy blessed there own baby to keep there worst nightmares at bay, though they’ll tell you they did it for there little Apple.

Toon Town Emma “Apple” Nolan

Though Apple’s fairy blessing would prevent her from experiencing the magical joys like Toon Town && many other places.  

However, if she did have a Toon Town appearance.  Apple would have long black lashes, bright blue eyes && her mother’s characteristic pale white skin, rose red lips, as she’ll lack the ebony-black hair && instead sport blond curls with that P R I N C E S S Y style. 

That was a very bizarre smile. But what else could be expected from someone hanging about in alleyways at night? Especially in thie city. Walking around was being like in a theater and seeing the freakshow, the cirque du lune. Vampires hunting their prey, hookers turning their tricks, it’s all a matter of survival. But Jock, despite his age, had not grown weary og fun. Being boring, being BORED, was the biggest sin of them all. So when he found something that interested him, he tended to stick around.

A strange blonde boy and a yowling kitten could provide a couple of moments of entertainment. He might as well be sitting in velvet seats in a panto. “You’re getting it,” He nodded. Lion. Hiss-terical. “You look like you’re feline pretty good,“ He said, with a mostly straight face, hands resting on his thin lips as he also looked up to see the little critter. He didn’t much like cats. Neither good eating nor good company. He was a dog person himself. Or an alien. He’d much rather have E.T. as a pet.

Anyhow, back to reality.

“Harpoon?” He asked. “That’s one way ter get em down. Maybe sing it a bit of a song. Hey deedle deedle cat, get down or you’re gonna go splat,” He said with a chuckle. “I s’pose I could lift you up on me shoulders so you can grab it but no guarantee you’re gettin’ out unscathed on that one, mate.”

.

—  ♆ JINX WAS THE FINEST WHEN IT CAME to bizarre.  Life.  Facial features.  Alleyway entertainment.

Jinx could only wish he had more to serve out, but he was feeling he was all dried out of kitty-witty puns.  Having something in common.  Sort of.  He himself can’t say he’s much of a cat fan.  They don’t like him.  Guessing it’s the infinite water element coursing through his existence.

Though Jinx tends to have a soft spot for trapped, abandoned, && lost animals.  Can’t say he’ll commit to an alien by the snap of his fingers.  Not sure about all that weird alien plasma sweat messes.  Might not be ready for all that now.  Though he’d have a dog if he didn’t peruse those soft spotted tendencies.

Hell, he wouldn’t have the roommate from his nightmares if he didn’t.  Doing the whole animal rescue over a anorexic dead legged Macaw recently.  Nursed it.  Got it the help it needed && then he tried to re-grow the damn Macaw’s leg.  What a great idea right?  Big mistake with bizarre outcome.

Yea get the dyslexic seaweed brain to whip up a potion && they’ll be results that nightmares of made off.  Trying to do one good deed && it blows up in his face.  Though it’s not so terrible being terrified of his newfound roommate.  A one-legged Lightning Hyacinth Macaw.  Zapps that spark all in his feathers now.

Can only guess the shock for anyone trying to break in Isla’s boat.  Not that there was much to take from him.  Though he’d choose the hissing Electric Macaw over aliens && kittens.  His eyebrows raised up.  He certainly had questions.

“ Well damn, I’m out of Harpoons.  Should have known to shove one up my ass this morning before I left. “ Yet all he could think about was— could a harpoon fit up his ass?  That’s certainly a google question for later cause he certainly wasn’t going to attempt that.  Challenge not excepted but challenge well questioned.

Looking up giving the song a moment.  “ Nice.  If it’s ok with you I’ll save us both the trouble of not going deaf tonight.  Save myself from embarrassment. ”  Can’t say Jinx is a singer type.  He’s been told by a girl he sounded like Idaho from The Amazing World of Gumball && relates.  

Off key potato bumpkin is the nice way of put’ten it [ X ].

“ You’d do that? “ His vocals filled with shock.  That was an kind offer for someone who lived in New Orleans who he just met in a darken alleyway.  Jinx had no qualms about climbing up to the danger zone.  Maybe that’s why he offered?

 “ I’m so down for that if you’re ok with it. ”

Jock knew he wasn’t the only vampire roaming the streets tonight. He’d already had his fill and was just out on a stroll, stretching his legs. Being cramped up in his little one room drug lab and his truck wasn’t good for these long, gangly legs of his. Even if he was a vampire, he could still get a bit of the old aches and pains.

The moon wasn’t full. No wolves to worry about. He had himself a po’boy. Not one of New Orleans famous sandwiches, no, he had himself a poor boy and he was chuckling at his own hilarity. It happened often. Perhaps too often.

And what was that? What did his tricky little vampire ear hear? Was that?

“Good pun,” He said, turning the corner, grin turning the corners of his mouth into that of a sharp triangle. “Might have to call claw-enforcement on em if they keep sneaking up on you like that, sneaky little feckers.”

—  ♆ HE MUMBLED SOMETHING ABOUT HOW THE HELL he was going to get that hissing fitty kitten down.  It looked just like it felt— grim.  

Someone’s going to get scratched && he very well knew it was going to be him in the end of all this.  Yet nobody seemed to notice this kitten.  The story of his own life, people tend to have a way of losing track of the lost.  He could only wonder how long it had been up there.  Jeeze, what a dreadful ordeal.

Then the usual happened, Jinx got lost in his own mind trying to calculate a clean && best way not to kill the kitten in this rescue mission.  Jinx didn’t realize he had company until he got compliment?  Broken out of his thoughts he seemed to chuckle.

Shifting Jinx seemed to find himself in attention to a rando in a alleyway with a cutting edge grin.  Neat.  He doubted he could grin like that, let alone pull it off.  Though that guy sure as hell was making it really hard for himself not to smile.  His own eyebrows shot up, he’d struggle until there was an bizarre dense smile plastered on his features.

“ Really?  I think someone’s lyin- ” Lion.  Lyin’.  Oof.  He really just said that didn’t he?  Sometimes things sound so much better in his own head then it did out loud.  But he couldn’t take it back now.  “ Oh god— “ Jinx spluttered a chuckle the guy was good.  Really good. “ You’re pretty HISS-t e r i c a l && really good at this. “  Pausing a moment as there was this newfound feeling rushing through him.  

“ They really are sneaky little feckers aren’t they?! “  Jinx said surprised as it really just dawned on him that was the best description of them.  “ You don’t happen to have any tricks or tips to hand down do yea? “  Pointing up to show what he was dealing/attempting with.  

For him it wouldn’t be hard to flick the brick wall making it tremor a little.  In theory it sounds great!  Shake the trash vine— kitten falls && he catches it && helps a fellow plant shake the trash out— but there’s also a chance to much force might just do a lot more harm then good.  

The whole maiming.  Killing.  Burying people alive wasn’t exactly on his to-do list tonight.  He also couldn’t find himself walking away from the situation either.

Boy, was he wrong.   And this is how it went wrong.  

A whine echoed strangely as he passed a alleyway, as the buildings loomed ominously.  “ Just ignore it.  Ignore— ” he walked halfway away promising himself for the umpteenth time that he heard nothing.  Nothing!  He’d walk away from it, and yet he was reversing his steps, cursing under his breath inwardly in the end.

Walking into the deserted alleyway as one side was full of bins, and cigarette ends, but at that moment, he could think of anywhere else he could prefer to be.  As it lead straight on first, making it the perfect gathering place — or escape route.  Yet all Jinx heard was an abrupt familiar hiss sound as if air being released from a car tire.

“ You’ve got to be kitten me. “ Sighing heavily looking up towards the other side.  Ivy dressed the walls, as litter was caught in it like flies in a spider’s web.  Though litter wasn’t the only thing caught in it’s ivy mass, so was a stuck spitting hissing kitten at the sight of him.  Cats.  They never seemed to like him.  “ Why does it have to be a cat. “