50. What is your oc's happy place? for all of them
I can’t believe you’re making me write HAPPY things, I mean what kind of person…..
Miss Telvanni:libraries. A big empty library filled with dust covered tomes, where the carpets muffle your footsteps as you walk. There’s a dim light illuminating the surroundings and you feel warm and content.
Anabelle: it’s cold outside and you have to wear a coat and three jumpers to keep yourself warm. There’s an empty ice rink nearby and no one there to stop you from making the most of it. ice skating. She doesn’t get to go much anymore but it always cheers her up.
Niamh: she doesn’t need a specific one to be fair, as long as she’s with other people. That sounds super boring but yeah. Mind you when she’s not reveling in the presence of her friends, she also likes sitting in the rain outside because that’s obviously a healthy thing to do in the cold. She’s not really a ‘’happy place’’ kinda of person she’s just. Happy. And I’m happy for her.
Logan: there has to be breeze and there have to be sea waves crashing against the shore in the distance. She does actually have a portion of the beach she likes to go to but that’s reserved for difficult situations otherwise there’s no time to actually go. So. The sea. You can hear the sounds of tourists and fairground games in the background but not many of them. And lots of cats are there for some reason. I mean WHAT ELSE.
Phoebe: there’s a lifetime supply of bubblegum, she’s in the middle of a large group of people and they’re all paying attention to her.
Lavinia: you’re alone somewhere, in the ruins of an old building overgrown with plants. You sit among them and take out a book of poems.
Thalia: there’s a room, a lab of some sort maybe, it’s filled with every ingredient and every little thing you might need to start working. On what? We just don’t know. But everything is there.
Riley: her old flower shop, actually! In the morning, when it’s still quiet and she picks up the new deliveries and empties more sweets into the bowl on the counter. Just preparing for a new day and to meet new people.
allison/renee with trans allison Stuff okay thank u
Allison is not ashamed of who she is. But, she doesn’t always feel like having the whole world in her business. She lets people think the reason she was cut off by her family is her dedication to exy. It’s the easy answer, but sometimes she feels like a coward. Sometimes, she wants to take a megaphone and just scream that her name is Allison Jamaica Reynolds, and her family turned her back on her because they refused to accept that they had a daughter and not a son.
It hurts. It still hurts. She wakes up sometimes in the middle of the night, the phantom pain of her father’s fists hitting her, the sounding of his anger ringing in her ears. She’s not sure it’ll ever stop hurting. But she’s strong. She will live, she will thrive. She’s never given up yet, and she’s not about to start.
Still, there are nights when she can’t fall back to sleep. Her tossing and turning must wake Renee up, because the small girl crawls into bed next to her, tucks her head into the crook of Allison’s neck, and wraps and arm around her waist. Allison thinks Renee really must be an angel. The nightmares never come back when Renee is next to her.
Allison likes to press small kisses against the side of Renee’s face as they lay there entwined. The corner of Renee’s mouth quirks up, and Allison kisses that too, a soaring feeling in her heart. Allison rolls on top of Renee and they get lost in the press of lips and tongues.
When Renee reaches for her shorts one night, Allison freeze. Renee quickly pulls her hand away. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to,” she says, rubbing at the worried lines on Allison’s face.
Allison shakes her head. “It’s not that. It’s just..” she trails off, drops her gaze, unable to meet Renee’s eyes.
“Hey,” Renee whispers, tapping Allison’s cheek until she turns to look again. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I love you because of who you are. I love all of you.”
Allison’s heart freezes before exploding in a rush of heat. “I love you Renee Walker.”
Hey there! I’m not terribly great at spirit work myself, but as far as I’ve seen and in my experience it’s as easy as asking. The answer could manifest itself in dreams, visions or recurring signs (or various other ways but these seem to be the most prevalent).
You could also do some guided or free meditations and welcome the spirit into your space/a certain area/astral temple and see if something shows up. You could also use divination like a pendulum or Tarot cards to figure this out (or Ouija but I have never used it myself yet). If you don’t know how to use these tools, lots of diviners in the community offer deity or spirit identification readings you could look into.
Otherwise, really if you are interested in finding out what is around just acknowledge it and ask that it make itself known to you however you feel most comfortable. Be polite, but also be firm. If you don’t feel comfortable with something say so, and if you feel the need to, protect yourself before you attempt communication.
Here are some links to peruse through while you consider how you want to approach this!
“When I look back, I’m still amazed at the acting job Eric and Dylan did. None of us knew what was going to happen. None of us knew that for over a year they’d been cooking up a plot to attack the school. Some of my classmates talked to the media about how Eric and Dylan used to sit in class and say things like ”Can I shoot that guy?“ I remember them saying things like that, too. However, it never seemed serious. After all, there are jokes about violence, and then there are actual threats to commit violence. Eric and Dylan always seemed like they were joking. They would see some jock push a kid over, or hear a kid say something completely ignorant and stupid, and say, ”Boy, that fucker should be killed,“ or "I wish that guy would get hit by a car.” They were general expressions of frustration. They never said anything like “Boy, I’m going to go home and get my .22 and put a bullet in his brain this afternoon.” It never seemed serious. Some have suggested that Eric and Dylan never seriously thought they were going to do it until right before they actually did. I don’t agree. They knew exactly what they were doing. There’s a part of me that would like to believe that Dylan was separating himself emotionally from what was about to happen. Realistically, thought, that’s not likely. He and Eric both wanted revenge. They had been looking forward to April 20 for a long time.“
Rachel Scott and her ex boyfriend Stephen Partridge. Sometime in 1998, Rachel made the choice to break it off with him after almost a year of dating. It’s been said that she was afraid they were moving too fast, and didn’t want to be put in a situation where she would have to choose between sticking with her beliefs or giving in to sexual temptation.
On April 20th, Stephen was with Brooks Brown after he escaped the school. They drove around looking for familiar faces - which included Rachel’s. Brook’s recalled the moment they both found out she was dead.
“We’d been at home watching helicopter footage outside the school, and lying near the exterior steps of Columbine was the body of a girl who was wearing clothes just like those I’d seen Rachel wearing earlier that day. My brother Aaron was on the phone all afternoon, asking people if they knew anything. I was sitting with my friend Steve Partridge on our porch when Aaron ran out to give us an update.“ Rachel Scott’s dead,” he said.Aaron was just giving us a name. He didn’t realize that we both knew Rachel, or that Steve had dated Rachel for a long time. When Steve heard the news, he fell silent. Then he collapsed.We tried to hold out hope. We knew Aaron was getting his information from gossip. No names had been released yet by the police. There was still a chance.
“At the end of the funeral, as people were getting ready to file out, they asked the family to leave. No one was expecting what happened next.
They opened Rachel’s casket.
There was Rachel. Dead. Her body, right there, in the casket for all to see. I don’t know what they were trying to show people by doing this, but in order to exit, you had no choice but to walk right by it.
As we filed out, Doug was the first of our group to see her. He started crying. It was hard to watch.
Steve was next. He saw Rachel’s body and collapsed on the floor in tears. Here was his former girlfriend, who still meant the world to him, and his body just failed him. Doug and I had to pick him back up and help him out of there. Of course, when I saw Steve lose it, I was right behind him. All the tears I hadn’t cried up to that point came gushing out, just like everybody else, as I saw Rachel lying there in that coffin.” (No Easy Answers, 2002)