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 Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2023 7:54 pm
xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Wool's Orphanage
xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Fate
xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Loss and Curses
xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Why is this happening again?
Lem was still adjusting to being at Wool's, where he'd only managed to be for a week or so. Robin's family was nice enough to let him stay throughout the trial, but since it had ended, Lem moved into the orphanage. They'd pretty quickly found his mom guilty, and she was sentenced to life at Azkaban Prison. The same fate would be extended to Awstin if ever he was found, leaving Lem as the very last Tittensor. Honestly, he'd been thinking heavily about avoiding relationships... anything that might continue the Tittensor name. Not like he was exactly popular enough for romance, especially with his name splashed all over the news once more.
That stormy afternoon, he'd been sitting on the window bench, reading a thick tome of high fantasy. A bunch of kids were running around, all kinds of crazy, so after trying to deal with the sound, he finally gave up. A large clap of thunder echoed through the building, though his heart was thrumming ever louder.
As he walked up to the room he shared with a few other boys, he quickly knew something was wrong. A painfully familiar smell infiltrated his nose, and he started to search for the cause. This time, instead of being a family member, there was a mess on the floor. Parts of... a snake, maybe? But this was way too much blood. And what was that vial? He looked around the room, before spotting everything left out on one of the beds.
Reaching out, Lem held a little notebook, seeing the steps for animagus transformation. Was.... had this once been Lem's new friend? Dropping the notes back on the bed, Lem stepped to the hallway, closing the door and, with shaky hands, used a small wave of magic to secure the door before running to help.
A few adults in tow, Lem led the way back to the room, letting them use their magic to unlock the door and allow the way in. The dark haired boy stepped to the corner, watching as the cleanup commenced for yet another person killed. Why... why did he seem to attract death? His uncle, dad, aunt... now his new friend. Perhaps he'd revise his thoughts. No more people. Ever. After wiping his tears on his sleeve, he walked outside into yet another swarm of aurors who needed to ask him a bunch of questions. Most likely, he'd be blamed again.
After all, his whole family was cursed.
{{Wearing :: Dark Denim}}
{{{Part of the approved plot request - Lemme know if I need to edit anywhere}}}
Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies. Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can't trust myself anymore. Now I will tell you what I've done for you
50, 000 tears I've cried, screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me! Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself
Maybe I'll wake up for once, not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom, I'm dying again
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2023 11:54 pm
 👻🐍HEX the POLTERGEISTyoung spirit || Wool’s Orphanage Poltergeist
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There were NEWBIES! Hex had been busy the last few days flooding the boys’ bathroom with shampoos and soap—they imagined it smelled fantastic in there now!—, but today they finally got a hold of a few Prized Pranking materials.
The first person to enter the dining room got an entire bag—well, half a bag— of pancake mix dumped on them.
The next person got a half liter of milk poured over them. It was the soy milk of course-- Hex didn’t want anyone to get an allergic reaction and explode or anything.
Wherever did the little newbie go though? Finally, they found him and came swooping by, trailing leftover pancake dust. “HELLOHELLOHELLOHELLO!” Hex shrieked, dumping an entire pie onto the boy.
_______________ setting Somewhere in Wool's, late March 2059 || with Brynbbit and Lummy Pickpocket
decorated by some specks of pancake dust || status newbies! What fun! _______________//OOC: I decided Callum is one of the people thusly pranked. _______________    If there is a line I'll cross it, no lesson will I learn
Even if I'm standing on it, no bridge that I won't burn
Coming back to where we started, I'm only passing through
I've become a ghost in your garden, fading into view
🐍👻"Ghost" by Jeremy Messersmith.
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2023 8:14 am
I’m at your side so tell me what can I do
Sometimes all you need’s a new point of view
Everything you need you’ve got
It’s just some food for thought  Ⓞⓡⓟⓗⓐⓝ 🟡 Ⓐⓖⓔ ② 🟣 Ⓕⓞⓞⓓⓘⓔ 🍎🧀🍊🍍Bryn was still not quite comfortable at this new place he was at. Sure it was allot bigger and brighter than his old home but it also had so so so many people. And nearly all of them were bigger than he was! What really made it annoying was that whenever he tried to do something, someone was either already there or worse someone was stopping him! He just didn't understand! He also didn't get why he had to all of a sudden take these gross drink every day. When he first got one, he thought it was just his bottle and eagerly sucked it down but it left weird taste in his mouth he didn't like. Like after he ate the bread in the back of the fridge that one time. But the bigger people kept telling him to take it saying it's because he was small. He hoped they had to take something equally as yucky just because they were big! Bryn had just come out of one of his hiding spots to search the kitchen once again when weird dusty stuff came around him then-WHAM! He thought something was talking to him but the sudden sticky thing on his face was more important. For a second, the shock of it all caused a few tears to fall but then the tears mixed with whatever it was and he licked it and....IT'S SO GOOD?! WHAT IS IT. IT'S STICKY AND MUSHY AND AND SWEET? WAS THIS SWEET? HE LIKED IT. THANK YOU DUSTY DUST!
There’s a recipe for anything
Trust me on that
You’ll find your way
You’ll never fall flat
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2023 8:55 am
 Callum Robert Snatch (Snatchy Lum) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- xxxxxxxxx
Wearing: A torn t-shirt and jeans with a hole in the knee
Location: Wool's Orphanage
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2023 12:02 pm
👻🐍HEX the POLTERGEISTyoung spirit || Wool’s Orphanage Poltergeist
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Tiny Brynbbit was an excellent sport-- after a moment of apparent confusion, he liked the jam and--aha! Suddenly his eyes seemed to light up and he devoured the pie. Hex was happy to help, scooping up bits of pie from around the toddler and piling it onto his face and hands.
Lummy Pickpocket on the other hand, had cursed something about killing them again--hehehe-- but was otherwise marching along leaving a trail of milk-steps in his wake. Well. What an underwhelming reaction. No no, this would not do.
Muttering along invisibly, Hex selected a particularly intact piece of pie crust, cooped the jam out of the centre and plopped it phone-poop-emoji-style onto Brynbbit, and lobbed the rest at Callum's retreating back. And a moment later, , they tossed another--if they were lucky, he'd turn around to investigate and get Shot 2 to the head-front!
_______________ setting Somewhere in Wool's, late March 2059 || with Brynbbit and Lummy Pickpocket
decorated by some specks of pancake dust || status newbies! What fun! _______________//OOC: --- _______________ If there is a line I'll cross it, no lesson will I learn
Even if I'm standing on it, no bridge that I won't burn
Coming back to where we started, I'm only passing through
I've become a ghost in your garden, fading into view
🐍👻"Ghost" by Jeremy Messersmith.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2023 10:35 am
I’m at your side so tell me what can I do
Sometimes all you need’s a new point of view
Everything you need you’ve got
It’s just some food for thought Ⓞⓡⓟⓗⓐⓝ 🟡 Ⓐⓖⓔ ② 🟣 Ⓕⓞⓞⓓⓘⓔ 🍎🧀🍊🍍Bryn was in sticky gooey heaven! The dusty dust was scooping and giving him more of the sweet stuff which he was eagerly stuffing into his mouth. He had stuffed a larger piece in his mouth causing his cheeks to pop when he felt something cold and gooey being plopped on his head causing him to look up slightly cross eyed only letting out a "Mrmph?!" in surprise. Then his eyes saw a piece of the Goodness go flying across the room towards one of the bigger kids. He was feeling a little upset at the waste but then he felt some more goop drip down and got happy again. Dusty Dust knew better he guessed.
There’s a recipe for anything
Trust me on that
You’ll find your way
You’ll never fall flat
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2023 5:07 am
Callum Robert Snatch (Snatchy Lum) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- xxxxxxxxx
Wearing: A torn t-shirt and jeans with a hole in the knee
Location: Wool's Orphanage
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2023 12:12 am
👻🐍HEX the POLTERGEISTyoung spirit || Wool’s Orphanage Poltergeist
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Aha! That got him!
Snatchy Lum screeched another insult, set his food aside and gave chase, ignoring Bryn.
Hex shrieked with laughter, flying off as they led Lum in a lap around Bryn before snatching Bryn's Chabbit up and streaking up the stairs with their prize. They knocked the pillows off the couch and dropped a floating basket of laundry on Lum--or in front of him, it didn't matter. "Can't catch me I'm the rabbit thief sneak!"
Hex nestled Chabbit in the dilapidated chandelier--err, a light fixture that Hex had decorated with branches and beams-- and made a noise before blinking out of sight. "Snitchy Snatchy Eggy Lummy, running away already?" their disembodied voice taunted.
_______________ setting Somewhere in Wool's, late March 2059 || with Brynbbit and Lummy Pickpocket
decorated by some specks of pancake dust || status A CHASE! biggrin _______________//OOC: --- _______________ If there is a line I'll cross it, no lesson will I learn
Even if I'm standing on it, no bridge that I won't burn
Coming back to where we started, I'm only passing through
I've become a ghost in your garden, fading into view
🐍👻"Ghost" by Jeremy Messersmith.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2023 7:38 pm
I’m at your side so tell me what can I do
Sometimes all you need’s a new point of view
Everything you need you’ve got
It’s just some food for thought Ⓞⓡⓟⓗⓐⓝ 🟡 Ⓐⓖⓔ ② 🟣 Ⓕⓞⓞⓓⓘⓔ 🍎🧀🍊🍍Bryn was feeding bits of sticky stuff to Chabbit as he watched the Dusty Dust turn into something else. He thinks it's some sorta animal but whats really exciting is seeing the bigger kid from early get hit with sticky stuff. He yelled something and came running after over to them, startling the toddler who tried to waddle out his way before realizing that his Chabbit was missing. Bryn began looking around frantically not realizing that his precarious "friend" had snatched his fluffy companion. One of the kitchen aides finally came out to see what the commotion was to find Bryn huffing and setting himself in a right fit as well as mess of pie. They sighed knowing just who-or what-was the culprit. "Hey there Bryn, you're in a bit of a state, what's the matter?" they asked summoning a rag to begin gently wiping away at least surface level mess. "CHABBIT?!" he loudly declared tears finally leaking from his eyes but not yet sobbing. The aide then realized that the familiar bunny wasn't anywhere to be seen and sighed again. "I'll go and bring him back but first we've got to clean you up a bit." And potentially give him something for the horrible stomach ache he's going to eventually get from consuming this amount of sweets. Bryn fussed as he was picked up still whining for his Chabbit and still looking for it as they traveled up the stairs before spotting it on the ceiling. "CHABBIT!"
There’s a recipe for anything
Trust me on that
You’ll find your way
You’ll never fall flat
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2023 7:48 am
Callum Robert Snatch (Snatchy Lum) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- xxxxxxxxx
Wearing: A torn t-shirt and jeans with a hole in the knee
Location: Wool's Orphanage
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AliceInWonderland0921 Crew
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2025 7:28 pm
xx✮ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Wool's
xxx✮ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? No one yet
xxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Meeting with my new mom?
xxxxx✮ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Someone's adopting me?? Pàdraig hadn't expected the news when he returned home from school, but he was informed that someone had expressed interest in adopting him. Usually when people came looking to adopt someone, Pàd directed them to one of the younger kids that lived at the orphanage. He just hated to see the younger kids waiting around to be adopted. Of course that meant that he wouldn't get adopted, but Pàddy didn't mind because he was the best big orphan brother. But when he returned to the orphanage from school, he was told that the paperwork was already going through and that he was being adopted. Pàdraig was a mixture of elated, overjoyed, excited, but also sad because he didn't want to be taken away from those kids that he protected here. He was the big brother! Did he want a family? Yeah, of course he did and that was what was really eating at him! He didn't want to leave the other kids, but at the same time, he was beyond happy that he was going to have a family again. Oh boy, Poppy and Zoe were going to be excited too! He would have a real house where they could visit him and spend time over the summer! Today was the day that he was meeting his new mom and Pàdraig was hecking nervous. He knew her name was Kandace Knapp, she was a witch, and he wondered if/how many Knapps at school he was going to be related to know. The teen paced nervously in the meeting room, all of his worldly belongings packed up into his Hogwarts trunk. His stuff didn't amount to much more than his usual Hogwarts gear, plus a couple mementos he kept safe at the orphanage. But he was going to have a real house now with a real room, he imagined. Stopping by a window, Pàd adjusted the bow tie he'd worn for this momentous occasion. His outfit didn't look great, but it was the best that he had. Pàdraig wanted to look his best when he met his new mom. Huffing a little sigh, the teen resumed pacing while he ran through some calming drills to stymie his racing heart. Oh gosh, it's almost time, he thought to himself, glancing nervously at the clock.
I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ғᴀʀ ᴏғғ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ's ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ
Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I'ᴍ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ
I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀʏ, I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
I ᴡɪʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ɪғ I ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ
I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍɪʟᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ
Wʜᴇɴ I ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ
Dᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴛᴇ
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴍᴀʏ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
Aɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛ
Iᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ I'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ
Aɴᴅ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, I ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ I'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ, ɴᴏ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛ
Iᴛ's ᴀɴ ᴜᴘʜɪʟʟ sʟᴏᴘᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏsᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, 'ᴛɪʟ I ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ
Aɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ
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