#viviannestarter

[seraphimichael]

@seeingvivianne​ location: Dahlia Gardens notes: checking in

The peace talks were necessary, Michael was glad to hear that they’d gone on with little incident. Octavian’s appearance remained... Concerning, but the seraphim kept this thought guarded and to himself. Rome was in a state of at least momentary peace, whatever the Asphodel were planning next needed to be circumvented, the Otherworld was weeping, and Michael hoped that Vivianne’s oracular abilities might have distilled something of what they were planning. Beyond that, he had other reasons for visiting her as well. Things had... Transpired between them, then in the morning she’d been gone without a word. Michael wasn’t offended, he just hoped he hadn’t inadvertently injured the mortal woman. 

An adept welcomed him in, expressed some gratitude for what he’d done the night of the wedding and Michael offered a nod in return. The seraphim wasn’t without his reasons and praise had never settled well on his ego, it felt natural, as if the angel had earned it by virtue of creation. Vivianne’s home was more still than he felt she would have liked it, emptier, as he understood it many from her coven still remained in hiding. Tuscany, as she’d told him. 

Directed towards the gardens by her adept, Michael found her there, sketchbook in hand as the sun fell from above. A greenhouse looked out to it and within he sensed the oppressive power of a demon, whose eyes met his own before the creature returned to whatever alchemical task he seemed to be working on. Light framed her hair, her features, and something in the seraphim stilled for a moment before her eyes met his own. Michael rarely minced his words and though he was short on them, he was never at a loss, but for the briefest moment the aspect found himself tongue-tied before he managed to barrel forward. “I heard you were able to come to an agreement with the fey and the lycans.” 

#vivianne #viviannestarter #love referencing my own characters

[virgilmoretti]

@senatusstarters location: Ivy Coven's Tower notes: open to Kaan, Viv, and Hazal (we'll just say they're all there but I don't wanna do a 4-way thread)

“There’s a lot of value to what Hazal said, bring the necromancers here, fight them on our own terms. On our turf. They're stronger in the Otherworld, it'd be a mistake to try to take them on there.” It put Rome in danger, but it gave them an advantage, Kaan would be preoccupied, Virgil knew that much. Good for him. “I modified the Amaranthus’ witch’s mark,” the Ivy’s resources were extensive, and like the Amaranthus they were highly skilled in hunting and putting down witches. “As it stands spreading my own mark requires physical contact, but we can enchant a given space to bind the power of those within.” A mass conjuring would take time and magic, but covens from across the globe were flocking to Rome, “we bring them here, seal their magic, and strip them of their power.” It would require someone in necromanteion to draw the runes, it was a principle of conjuration. He'd suggest they execute them from there, but Vivianne had already been vocal on her feelings about all that. Out of respect he didn't press it any further, but still, a witch without magic was still a threat.

#vivianne #kaan #hazal #hazalstarter #kaanstarter #viviannestarter

[alastormanifest]

@seeingvivianne​ location: Dahlia House, Vivianne’s Office notes: only love can hurt like this

For as many who’d left for Tuscany, just as many had stayed behind to fight the good fight. To throw themselves what was to come, wayways witches from across the city moved towards the Dahlia as well: a beacon, refuge, and standing ground for those who did not want to fight on their own. Or those who could not fight but would lend their talents to the cause elsewhere. Alastor had stood by Vivianne when she was under Silas’ thumb, had been there - proud - when she put him in the ground. Three decades was no small thing, even for a familiar and their witch. There were fewer nights now that he slept curled at her feet, less days spent in the greenhouse tending to his plants or his lab. The kids he’d helped raise that had grown into adepts had thumbs just as green as his, much to his chagrin, and his pride. 

So many years he’d been a creature of only one shape, a demon of wrath that burned and scorned and basked in the suffering of others. Pain was still a point of particular interest for him, but there was more to this world than anguish - there was also love. Joy. Friendship, and parenthood. The Dahlia had filled him with each, their mark emblazoned on his forearm like any witch here. Hellfire could never be cold, it scorched, but Vivianne showed him that it could also be warm. 

“I need you to do something for me,” Alastor said as he sat across from the woman who was more than oracle or sovereign to him but friend and platonic soulmate all wrapped into one. There was a part of him that felt as though he was failing her, as if he was somehow letting her down. But no matter what happened it would always be them, he would always answer when she called, Alastor hoped she understood that. “I need you to look into my future and tell me what you see.” 

#vivianne #viviannestarter

[marcovolta]

@seeingvivianne

location: Dahlia house

notes: he brought her breakfast in bed and then invited himself to sit at the end of it and keep talking

"Did you always know you were the Oracle?" Marco asked, "Because I had the craziest dream last night that I was walking this dog, which is wild because I don't even have a dog and it was really cool because at first it was this yorkshire terrier, like a mini one, but everytime I bent down to pick up after it, the dog would get bigger." Nobody ever said that he had that dog in him, Alastor certainly never said it, Cain never said it either, but maybe this was a sign that he'd had that dog in him all along. "Then, this morning, I stepped in dog poop when I was cutting the grass outside." Did someone say oracular? Because Marco was pretty sure a new prophet had been born. "Hey- are you listening to me?"

#vivianne #viviannestarter

[thanatcsx]

@seeingvivianne​ location: community garden making a comeback this season  notes: a mild trigger warning for a reference or two but nothing scary

Death followed some people around like an old friend, lingered in their shadow and followed them in their footprints. Never quite visible but there somewhere in the peripheral, Thanatos didn’t expect to be recognized or known, but Vivianne wasn’t a novice when it came to loss. Oracles weren’t so fortunate, Atropos snapped the strings and what was once taut reverberated through the branches of the Otherworld. Banshees and oracles, clairvoyants and so on and so forth. It was Death’s burden to know those that came and those that went, older than the Inferno, than the Isle, and Elysium itself. Before others dipped their toes in a so-called afterlife that, in truth, was a mortal convention to give hope to what came next. Death was not the suffering of hellfire, neither was it frolicking in fields meant to dull your senses and keep you content. It was not swimming in blessed waters or fighting endless battles, only to die and be reborn again the following day. Death was peace, a quiet end and a return to the order that had birthed the cosmos. 

Thanatos was never well-liked, only those too tired of life ever seemed to call him in. A few names came to mind, the anguish of the souls in the fire, those punished by Gods that wanted an easy release. Death chose not to interfere with fate, the Graeae wove as they willed and everyone answered to the aether in the end. His family fought and the squabbled, their affairs made ruins of empires and realms, yet Thanatos was always the name that ended up cursed. Hated in one moment, then revered in the next as those that wished to see themselves or their loved ones spared begged for it. He wasn’t infallible, he’d been tricked by one such wily denizen of this realm before, though the former King now toiled elsewhere - Ulthar’s personal prisoner - but still it was said that Sisyphus remained content. Even in anguish, true rebellion. 

There were no gardens in the sands, the Duat and the lightless cave that Death inhabited didn’t welcome vegetation. When Thanatos threaded over mortal soil, he enjoyed the vegetation that this realm invoked, the fey had done so much here, planted the seeds but it were people like Vivianne who’d helped them to grow. All things died, but the time they spent here, however brief, was worthy of some reverence. Plants, animals, even people. While Thanatos’ disposition likely made people think otherwise, he was fond of mortals, their lives were brief but meaningful. They lived and they died over such short spans of time, but over a few measly decades - the equivalent of two or three long blinks for the elves - they were born and they grew and they loved and they built and they fostered bonds of community, family, and friendship. Then they died. Gobbled up by Oztalun or Ulthar’s contraptions Through blood or pain some remained, spirits that Persephone pulled under her wing as she took the place of one that Tiamat and her companions had corrupted so long ago. 

This was not the first time Thanatos had stood before an Oracle, or even this Oracle. He’d been there when her mother had thought to sacrifice a chosen infant for the gain of power, he’d been there when that child was abandoned at the feet of a monster, there when she grew to slay the beast that reared her, and he was there when she’d come full circle to destroy the woman who’d have devoured her whole. “You have my condolences.” Thanatos offered, Allegra had been killed in the Otherworld, a dracaenic death with a destroyed heart, “Your mother found peace in the end, because of you.” Into the horizon she’d gone sailing across the sands, her essence among the stars now. “Someday, many years from now, she’ll return. Not the woman who would have killed her own children, but someone new.” A fresh start and a new beginning. 

#vivianne #viviannestarter #a treat for a jestie love u lots something serious for once from cat man #suicidal ideation tw #ish not for him but referenced

[acolyterose]

@seeingvivianne location: The Field notes: some druid love in this fighting starter kisskiss

An inflection of partial transformation was easy when it came to his felidae trait, the others were harder and would take practice, but he was getting there. But a cat is an apex predator, Atlas lengthened his spine to achieve a short burst of speed, a sudden jolt had him burst forward at thirty miles an hour. Strength and flexibility in his calves had the druid leaping nine times his own height, a flurry of blue fists shattered the skull of the encroaching creature before he landed on his feet, parasitic ichor dissolving around him into ash. In the wild cats ate their prey to get taurine, an essential amino acid. Atlas thought briefly about how easy it had been to consume the traits of avis and serpente, the viper and the eager battling deep within. Like him, cats were predators because they were born deficient.

Atlas stayed close to the tank, the giant hunk of metal that groaned forward was apparently their only way through the boundary, the witches had been cooking up something but they were hush hush about it. Trust us, was the only feedback that he'd gotten: trust a witch, that was a good one. The sun overhead was pale here, that was one of the first things that Atlas had noticed, the Otherworld was a strange place, it fucked with his senses but as one day rolled into the next he'd slowly become acclimated towards it. "I'll never get over how fucking creepy this place is." Atlas said as he stomped his boot into the back of one of these... Things so Vivianne could do whatever weird witch shit she'd been doing to keep them from coming back.

#vivianne #viviannestarter #senatus.theend

[theograves]

@seeingvivianne​ location: the forum notes: pre compulsion lifting

“Thank you,” Theo said as the marshal stood up following the interrogation, the Juno vampire looked towards the seer as the next in a long line of individuals that they’d been questioning left the room. Assurances had been made that each would answer truthfully, a great deal of suspicion had been raised but unfortunately they did not have anything concrete. Yet. While Theo cared little for the death of Elmira, less for the current state of Rome, and least of all for the politics of this accursed city - his reputation meant everything to him. A victory here would cement his name as the vampire who helped avenge the Queen’s betrothed. Little else, save perhaps for Elessar, mattered to him. “What did you think?” 

#vivianne #viviannestarter

[ciroocasio]

@seeingvivianne​ location: Dahlia House notes: knock knock knock

Naturally, the Dahlia weren’t poor, but years of a dogmatic rhetoric had ingrained itself into Ciro’s psyche to some degree. One of Vivianne’s adepts opened the door for him, perhaps recognizing him as a former nearly-watcher, recently actual-watcher for the Amaranthus. “Viv-” Ciro greeted as if they were old friends, they weren’t, not really anyways but it was his hope to amend that. “I love what you’ve done with the place,” he ran his finger along the edge of a portrait and collected some dust on the tip before he flicked it away. “really, just superb.” 

#vivianne #viviannestarter #if she wouldn't let him in i'll gladly edit but this was to save the oh come in and then him walking inside portion of the thread

[seraphimichael]

@seeingvivianne location: dream dream, Vivianne's bed hehe notes: we'll say he's having a nice dream and she's there because everything else is depressing

By now Michael should have become accustomed to all of the Dahlia’s celebrations, witches and their observations: one season into the next: it was never ending but for Vivianne’s sake he was trying to learn. Lanterns adorned the backyard, witches of all ages danced about the place as enchanted instruments accompanied floating prepared foods. At the centre of it all was Vivianne, wild, free, and unencumbered. Michael was uncertain why he was struck with the sensation of newness, as if for all the time that they’d known each other she’d carried the weight of the world on her shoulders z 

“You’ve been found out.” Michael commented as he took the makeshift crown off of his head, “As it turns out this is in no way traditional.” He placed it instead upon Vivianne’s head, woven laurel leaves adorned with figs and dried fruits. Something twisted into the shape of a unicorn horn at the centre. “You made a fool out of me.” Michael supposed he deserved it, stalwart and serious, the wry smiles that his appearance had earned from the coven felt like a tribute of its own.

#vivianne #viviannestarter

[seraphimichael]

@seeingvivianne location: The Void notes: Goodbye

One moment Michael had smiled as he looked down at Nathaniel's grief-stricken face, then the next he was gone. He'd managed three words before the end, cruel as they were, Michael had needed to say them before it was all over. A voice caster, ungodly powers that made any battle painfully one-sided: these Great Old Ones were even more powerful now than they'd been before. He hoped that humanity found a way, and he hoped that his fervent desire to protect them hadn't been for nothing in the end.

"I take it this is your doing?" Michael asked as he stood in a space of blinding white, he looked over his hand as his eyes adjusted towards the contrast. Vivianne knelt now over something that was invisible to him - his body? That would be his guess. Two people out of time and space, intersecting one last time before the final memory of his Shade slipped over into the other side.

With one look it was plain to see that Vivianne had lost everything, everything that Michael had sworn to protect on her behalf, and everything that he'd hoped to leave behind. She was changed now, though he couldn't discern anything beyond that. "I failed you." In the end Michael hadn't been able to do anything, he'd fallen and was turned to the other side, then he came back too late to do anything significant.

#vivianne #viviannestarter #senatus.theend #gonna put some ghost babies in her for the end of the world

[alastormanifest]

@seeingvivianne​ location: mercuralia, fortune teller’s tent notes: this made me giggle based on location alone

The last couple of months had been a whirlwind, between his new attachment to Zahrya and preparing for the kids, Alastor had his hands full. “I built a house, crazy right?” Telekinesis helped with the process but there was never really anything that Alastor couldn’t get done when he set his mind to it. The pair of them stood in line waiting for the mortal at the end of it to read them their fortune, it was for a good cause and endlessly amusing. “You should come see it before it turns into a zoo, Zahrya wants more kids already and these two aren’t even here yet.” Legion was the word the chancellor had used but Alastor left that part out. “Please tell me things have been relatively calm back at the house, nothing crazy?” 

#vivianne #viviannestarter #senatus.mercuralia #nothing crazy right?

[seraphimichael]

@seeingvivianne​

Snow had begun to fall in the Otherworld, Michael wondered if perhaps he’d gone too far. He worried that his son had done the same - wandered to a place he was not meant to and ended up here where he’d be easy prey for the demons who’d escaped the Inferno but had not yet come to possess a body. The seraphim worried for him endlessly, it was a curse that Michael had inflicted upon himself but wouldn’t trade for any other. It was reason enough for him to hang up his sword, after all the lives he’d taken the worst was the one that he’d now chosen to bring into his own. He’d orphaned the boy, the least Michael could do was make sure he didn’t end up in the digestion tract of some otherbeast. 

Michael, too, drew the attention of other creatures. His presence was magic in its purest foreign, something akin to one of the elves of old, or another cosmic being. As such, the Otherworld was calmed in his presence, easily manipulating the energy of the realm about him. Snow fell in a serene fashion as the normally unknowable place yielded for his superior magic. This realm was naturally more sensitive to his manipulations than the mortal realm - this one was made of an energy that was easily changed, but still, such things drew too much attention. 

The appearance of a witch was a conspicuous thing, fate had a habit of intervening at the most inopportune moments - and if she were some damsel Michael hadn’t the time or the desire to save her from whatever distress had brought her so deep into the realm that ran between. The Asphodel’s return meant that their base had been set up within, that Pythia had taken form once more - a form that could be destroyed if someone was given the chance. This witch didn’t have the look of someone who spent her time stabbing those she loved in the back, but one could never be too sure. 

“You’re ventured far from the mortal realm.” Michael commented, dismissive. “You should turn back while you still can.” Her eyes, he’d seen them before. A fleeting thought, though he dismissed it quickly.

#vivianne #viviannestarter

[alastormanifest]

@seeingvivianne location: Hakanalia notes: sleigh rhymes with neigh

"Well, it happened again." Alastor proudly announced as he slumped back and brought his drink to his lips. Once again he felt like celebrating, the due date was set for the spring but all signs pointed towards a fresh crop of children. He hadn't slept in eight months as it was but at least Sybella and Soranus were around now to help out. "Zahrya's pregnant again."

#vivianne #viviannestarter

[marcovolta]

@seeingvivianne location: What's Cookin' notes: Opening night but like an hour before

Marco was never going to look at the dining room the same again after what him and Sariel had done in it the night before. Fortunately as far as Marco knew Vivianne didn't have any sort of ability that showed her the history of objects. "You've changed," felt like a running joke at this point, she might not have been his sovereign anymore but Vivianne would always be like a momshaped sister to him. "is the hair? Don't go blonde again, I couldn't tell you this before but it just... Didn't suit you."

#vivianne #viviannestarter

[seraphimichael]

@seeingvivianne​ location: Dahlia House notes: ending one thread with you to start another? a series. Post Plot Drop 3

Pestilence had said it best: they don’t get involved, but a deal was a deal. Lightning erupted on one end of the city, tearing through level after level of the Asphodel House, and it shattered the glass ceiling of the Dahlia, breaking through the wards to bring him into the foyer as the eladrin’s speech came to a close and the device began to go off. It had only been a hunch that if Pythia had found the object buried under their coven, they might have found others - or there would be more. Based on what the fey was saying though, every senator, and every coven was a target. Still, powerful as he was, Michael could not be everywhere at once. He left the device behind for his siblings to contend with with a short telepathic explanation that he would take down another. 

Golden light began to flood below but Michael reached down with his magic and cradled it as if he were holding it in his arms. Pushing down even as the blast struggled to become larger, writhing like an unnatural serpent. This was the magic he’d yet to encounter, something old, far older than even he. Yet breathed anew by a mad fey on a quest to destroy everything that had been built within the city. 

When it was over it was clear that there were many more across the city that had gone off, his son was relegated to a safe house: at least that was where Michael had left him, despite the nephilim’s protestations. So he was safe, now Vivianne was too. Michael had kept his word. He and his siblings had walked into a trap, now across the Otherworld Ayi’ig and her forces had arrived. Salting the earth would do nothing because the Queen of Shadows would remain and this world would only be left vulnerable. 

Michael swayed for a moment, surprised at how difficult the blast had been to contain. The fey must have been planning this for sometime to have amassed such power. He turned towards Vivianne, it didn’t seem as though the violence had touched her yet, though the oracle’s eyes told a different story.  “Are you alright?”

#vivianne #viviannestarter #senatus.theneras

[alastormanifest]

@seeingvivianne​ notes: post plot drop

This wasn't what Vivianne had seen. At least, a horde of zombies wasn’t what had come to mind, the Pythia’s address, the blatant ownership of the crime. It was very sexy of them, though he hadn’t said as much to the oracle, there hadn’t been any time. Every coven in the city that was old enough to have been around the last time the Asphodel rose to power had a record somewhere in their reliquary about the battle that had taken place. Witch against witch, familiar against familiar, with Vivianne’s brother on the other side of this he couldn’t help but wonder where she’d fall. Her father had been cruel, but August? Vivianne had been searching for him her whole life. 

Alastor moved a dresser in front of the door as the dead pounded against it, they’d wrangled the rest of the Dahlia together and had been all but chased within. No matter how many times the zombies were struck down, they would get back up again. For now, holding them back was an easy task - his magic near indomitable in Vivianne’s presence just as hers was with his. The years had been quiet and Alastor was a relic of the witch’s dark past, but now it seemed to be fortuitous that she’d kept him around all this time. Violent nuisance he might have been, he protected the coven as she’d long instructed him to. 

His power wavered for a moment and the dresser burst in before the door closed once again. Slammed shut and severing a few limbs in the process. A hand inched across the floor as one of the acolytes screamed and fainted, the bite mark on their neck from a night spent giving their blood away a clear indicator as to why they were currently so weak. “Vivianne we can’t stay in here for long, my magic isn’t working properly.” They had to get back to the house or find a way to undo all of this madness, something. 

#vivianne #viviannestarter #going off the assumption that she told him because familiar vibes