𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  nice  and  surprisingly  calm  for  the  majority  of  it,  which  honey  had  worried  about.  it  was  still  strange  to  be  in  the  presence  of  so  many  hunters  and  exchange  knowing  looks,  crowded  by  the  supernatural  where  nobody  was  able  to  act  on  their  impulses.  she  hadn't  thought  they'd  all  be  able  to  make  it  through  the  night,  but  was  pleasantly  surprised  to  be  wrong  about  that.  the  way  things  had  ended,  though,  had  been  downright  awful.  

most  had  left  unfazed  besides  being  perplexed  as  to  why  so  many  birds  had  fallen  from  the  sky.  it  was  some  sort  of  sign  -  perhaps  a  warning  -  but  regardless  of  the  reason,  honey  felt  a  wave  of  sadness  roll  over  her.  it  was  common  that  those  around  her,  especially  in  the  supernatural  world,  became  desensitized  to  things.  in  the  grand  scheme  of  the  death,  the  violence,  the  bloodshed,  a  few  silly  birds  didn't  matter.  but  they  mattered  to  her.  at  the  very  least,  they  were  a  reflection  of  their  social  contracts.  there  was  no  greeting,  no  warning,  no  revenge  without  some  sacrifice.  poor  birds  had  been  the  target  of  this  one,  even  though  they'd  had  nothing  to  do  with  it.

she's  on  her  way  to  drop  things  off  to  the  ferreira's  place  when  she  comes  across  another  poor  feathery  thing  crumpled  on  the  sidewalk  just  outside.  for  a  moment,  she  thinks  it's  moving  and  she  feels  a  spark  of  hope,  shuffling  through  her  tote  back  for  something  that  might  be  able  to  help,  the  clanking  of  glass  vials  echoing  loudly.  but  then  she  realizes  it's  only  the  wind  moving  the  limbs  and  she  pouts,  lip  jutting  out  utterly  despondent  and  only  interrupted  by  the  sound  of  a  familiar  voice.  "  a  bird.  "    she  says,  figuring  it  needs  little  explaining.  "  another  bird,  i  should  say.  i  thought  it  might  still  be  alive,  but  it's  not.  "  the  forlorn  expression  she  has  on  her  face  weakens  a  bit  when  georgia  appears  under  her  hand,  already  prepared  for  a  warm  greeting.  "  hi  baby  girl  -  wait,  no  !  "  her outstretched palm summons something santos can't see to push the bird out of the way, and honey drops to her knees to attempt to distract the dog with a few of the treats she carries. her eyes turn up to santos' from her kneeled position on the pavement. " hope your gala was better than mine. " 

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐀 has been eventful, to say the least. the city’s still buzzing with stories about the night before —- even for a place like nyc, a bird storm is a bit of a stretch —- and the nervous energy is contagious. already the sociable type, santos’ pup can hardly stay put, tugging at the leash to go a step farther, an inch closer. it doesn’t help that there’s some lingering birds here and there — a temptation too great for his curious pooch.

they’re only out for a half-hour, but it feels like dozens more by the time they make it back, santo carrying his blue nose pit outright to keep her out of trouble. luckily, it’s her favorite place to be, and it’s a pleasant stroll to the block the ferreira family home sits on. given the time of day, the street is fairly quiet, with most neighbors off at work. but even from where he’s standing, he can pinpoint a figure near his home, leaning over something on the ground. with each step closer, his vision clears and soon, he’s realizing he knows that figure —- and the dejected expression they’re wearing.

“yo,” he calls when he’s close enough for honey to hear, “what are you lookin’ at over there?” // @honcys

​

       ‘  in  all  honesty  ,   if  i  get  punched  ,   i  just  figure  i  deserve  it  .  ’   because  he’s  always  doing  stupid  things  ,    so  adrien’s  sure  that  there’s  someone  out  there  who  just  wants  to  punch  his  nose  .    ‘  just  like  ,   if  my  phone  gets  stolen  ,   it’s  probably  divine  fate  telling  me  it’s  time  to  get  a  new  phone  ,   you  know ?  ’  

       "  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒  𝐀𝐖𝐅𝐔𝐋.  "  there's  no  part  of  her  that  believes  that  to  be  true.  "  not  at  all.  i  don't  think  you  deserve  to  get  punched  or  have  your  phone  stolen.  as  cliche  as  it  sounds,  i  think  it  says  more  about  the  perpetuator  than  you.  "  it  was  worrying  to  think  anyone  was  walking  around  thinking  they'd  earned  violence.  "  i  mean  really,  your  phone  breaking  could  be  sign  enough,  don't  you  think?  "

​

“you know.. i think i did see her… last friday?” willow begun to speak as she pulls her hand to her chin, scratching at it as she tried to retrace the memory with a furrow of her brow. “but again, could just be another freakishly aggressive person.” she chides as she rolls her shoulders back and offers the other a soft grin. “so you’re definitely not crazy… maybe pepper spray would be an added layer of protection.” they quip. 

     "  𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘?  "  her  eyes  are  wide  as  saucers.  she'd  thought  the  puncher  was  old  news  by  now,  assumed  that  they'd  either  been  dealt  with  or  given  up  since  the  story  had  gone  dry.  "  oh  my  goodness.  well,  i  definitely  know  where  i  won't  be  going  until  we  get  evidence  she's  been  caught.  then  again,  it's  not  really  that  rare  to  see  people  throwing  fists  on  the  subway.  "  she  shakes  her  head.  "  i  don't  think  i  have  the  heart  to  pepper  spray  a  person.  sounds  awfully  painful.  "

​

Jordan glanced over at her, taking a sip of his water as he listened. Recognition came over him. “Oh, that! Yeah. That was crazy, huh?” The werewolf agreed, opening a bag of chips. “I remember reading some articles. Someone commented that it was a villain origin story.” Jordan smiled in amusement, but nodded in agreement to her concerns. They were warranted. “But you’re right…” He glanced around. “It is a little nerve-wracking.” He bit the corner of his bottom lip in thought before outstretching the bag, offering her chips if she wanted some.

        "  𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒?  "  the  idea  that  the  puncher  had  made  actual  news  sparks  a  small  laugh  from  her.  "  a  villain  origin  story,  indeed.  if  only  we  had  more  of  the  background  -  i  mean,  what  motivates  someone  to  sporadically  punch  innocent  people  waiting  for  the  public  transit?  "  her  expression  softens  -  clearly  nothing  good.  she  reaches  out  to  snag  a  chip  for  herself,  popping  it  into  her  mouth  with  a  thanks  before  she  continues  on.  "  justice  for  the  subway  puncher,  i  say.  someone  very  clearly  did  them  wrong.  "

​

          A  LOOK  OF  AMUSEMENT  encompasses  theo’s  features  as  honey  talks  about  the  west  4th  subway  puncher  .  “  i  honestly  have  no  idea  .  i  haven’t  taken  the  subway  in  forever  so  i  really  wouldn’t  know  if  that  person  was  ever  caught  .  ”  probably  not  .  but  you  know  you’re  more  than  capable  of  defending  yourself  ,  right  ?  ”  she’s  not  saying  honey  can  just  use  magic  to  defend  herself  but  she’s  definitely  saying  that  .

          "  𝐈  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐖𝐀𝐘.  "  honey  muses  with  a  shrug.  "  i  mean,  sort  of.  it's  chaotic  at  times,  but  when  i  can  relax  it's  kind  of  nice.  "  besides,  of  course,  the  fear  of  being  punched  on  the  subway  platform.  "  i  mean  in  theory,  i  suppose  i  could  defend  myself.  but  the  subway  puncher  relies  on  the  element  of  surprise.  i'm  not  trying  to  retaliate,  i  just  want  to  avoid  getting  punched  in  the  first  place.  "

Sensitive souls don’t have it easy in this cruel world. They feel like their souls are getting trampled on in so many ways. That’s why you see their eyes light up when they can caress a face or an animal, or breathe in the scent of a flower.

Sereno Sky, author of the Hippie novel “Lonely Traveller” (via hippieseurope)

Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via wordsnquotes)

       "  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐌𝐄  𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘  ,  "  honey  speaks,  eyes  looking  around  warily  .  her  fingers  adjust  around  the  strap  of  the  bag  on  her  shoulder  almost  nervously  and  she  leans  forward  on  her  tiptoes,  as  if  she's  restless.  "  but  ever  since  the  phenomenon  that  was  the  west  4th  subway  puncher,  i  can't  even  wear  my  headphones  here.  do  we  even  know  if  they  were  ever  caught  ?  "     // @duskstart​

I am so damn proud of you, Kelly.

The OA: Part II

I love saying “of course” instead of “you’re welcome,” like of course I’m helping you that’s what I do, you were foolish to even consider an alternate dimension in which I’m not helping you. you idiot. you absolute buffoon.

(  fah  yongwaree.  cis  female.  she/her.  8  &  billie  eilish.  )  i  heard  HONEY  APINYA  singing  the  other  night,  though  it  didn’t  sound  like  english.  it’s  so  admirable  that  someone  who’s  only  TWENTY-THREE  can  sing  latin  so  fluently!  i  hear  they  hang  out  with  the  TACITUM  coven,  but  they’re  also  a  VET  STUDENT  at  CORNELL  UNIVERSITY.  when  dusk  falls,  you  can  usually  find  them  heading  home  to  BROOKLYN  by  SUBWAY !

             𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆  ☼  𝑉𝐼𝑆𝑈𝐴𝐿𝑆  ☼  𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷  ☼  𝑃𝐿𝐴𝑌𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

hello  hello  !  this  is  honey,  another  apinya  and  the  sweetest  witch  you'll  ever  meet  !

born  to  an  estranged  member  of  the  apinya  family,  honey  was  given  up  to  be  raised  by  coven  members  and  her  practicing  aunt  for  as  long  as  she  can  remember.  sort  of  a  baby-in-a-basket  scenario,  but  with  more  forewarning.

her  mother,  bee,  ran  away  from  home  quite  young  with  the  desire  to  leave  witchcraft  and  the  coven  behind.  not  too  long  after  this,  honey  showed  up  at  her  aunt's  home  with  a  note  and  nothing  else.  as  far  as  honey  is  concerned,  her  aunt  is  her  mother.  she  never  knew  bee  the  way  anyone  else  did,  and  she's  always  found  herself  at  home  with  the  rest  of  the  apinyas.  

growing  up  on  the  shyer  side,  honey  has  always  been  rather  tender-hearted.  she's  always  been  empathetic  nearly  to  a  fault.  especially  as  a  child,  this  tended  to  take  a  toll  on  her  as  she  had  a  habit  of  taking  on  the  feelings  and  emotions  of  everyone  around  her.  as  she  grew  older,  this  became  easier  to  manage  !

DEATH  TW    /  around  her  high  school  years,  honey  became  heavily  involved  with  a  hunter,  gael  !  this  proved  controversial,  especially  as  her  aunt  had  a  heavy  dislike  for  hunters.  their  meeting  was  entirely  coincidental,  and  their  relationship  rather  star-crossed.  much  to  her  aunt's  dismay,  honey  and  gael  stayed  together  for  most  of  their  teenage  years.  just  before  her  twenty-first  birthday,  gael  was  killed  on  a  hunting  excursion  by  a  werewolf  (  wanted  connection  )  !

the  abrupt  lost  took  a  toll  on  honey,  who  spent  (  and  still  spends  )  a  lot  of  time  grieving.  though  honey  had  always  been  on  the  bubbly  side,  she  started  to  spend  more  time  alone,  buried  herself  in  work  with  the  excuse  that  veterinary  school  was  busy  and  stressful  (  it  was  ),  and  was  much  more  reclusive.  her  mean  streak  for  werewolves  isn't  gone,  though,  even  if  she's  worked  heavily  on  returning  to  her  old  self  over  the  last  couple  of  years.  

due  to  her  heavy  involvement  with  a  hunter,  over  the  years  she'd  become  a  sort  of  bridge  between  her  immediate  coven  members  and  certain  hunters.  a  lot  of  honey's  witchcraft  revolved  around  hunters  -  including  crafting  their  potions  and  creating  remedies  for  sustained  injuries.  

honey  has  walked  the  line  of  neutrality,  the  name  of  the  apinya  game,  quite  naturally  her  entire  life.  her  philosophy  is  do  no  harm,  though  in  general  all  actions,  especially  in  the  supernatural  world  they  live  in,  has  consequence.  for  the  most  part,  honey  does  her  best  to  respect  everyone's  right  to  make  decisions  for  themselves.  this  is  the  only  reason  she's  gone  on  with  making  hunter  potions  for  so  long.

KIDNAPPING  TW  /  due  to  her  skills,  over  the  last  summer  she  disappeared  for  nearly  two  months.  while  she'd  developed  relationships  with  other  hunter  friends  and  family  of  gael  ,  there  were  still  plenty  of  rogue  hunters  who  had  no  alliance  or  interest  in  making  nice  with  witches.  with  honey's  expertise  in  witchcraft  that  benefited  hunters,  they  decided  to  kidnap  her  on  her  routine  route  home  after  one  of  her  classes.  being  held  captive  for  six  weeks,  honey  was  used  for  her  magic  to  help  hunters  stock  up  on  potions  and  other  things  to  give  them  an  advantage.  at  times,  she  had  to  experiment  on  their  behalf  to  get  them  desired  results,  which  went  on  until  the  apinyas  found  her  and  rescued  her  (  more  wanted  connections  /  plots  )  !

since  then,  honey's  distrust  for  mostly  everyone  has  grown.  while  growing  up  in  a  warm  environment  had  ensured  honey  always  gave  others  the  benefit  of  the  doubt,  her  experiences  in  the  last  few  months  and  years  have  shaped  the  way  she  sees  things  :  from  the  werewolf  that  killed  gael  and  the  hunters  who  took  her,  honey's  developed  a  shell  under  the  soft  exterior.

personality-wise,  though,  honey  still  exudes  kindness.  there's  a  tenderness  to  her  that  can't  be  erased.  while  she  may  be  wary  of  others,  her  desire  to  help  often  wins  out.  this  often  means  she  forces  herself  to  push  past  the  anxiety  attached  to  her  past  experiences.

honey's  temper  is  generally  non-existent,  although  she  does  have  her  limits.  she's  more  likely  to  retreat  ...  and  cry  first,  if  anything.  she's  much  more  of  an  emotional  person  who  is  far  likely  to  be  hurt  and  upset  than  to  be  angry.  and  despite  her  defenses  telling  her  better,  she  still  has  a  penchant  for  developing  attachments  to  people  before  she  fully  should.  it's  not  hard  to  weasel  your  way  into  honey's  heart,  if  only  because  she  has  a  huge  one  !

hack makeup x fah yongwaree