#witches heretics and other outcasts

[witchcraftandgeekness]

TVD X Six of Crows crossover almost nobody asked for

Kaz Brekker

(i tried to make vampire!Kaz aesthetic. The problem is, it looks like simple Kaz aesthetic)

In 20's his brother was killed by his sire but Kaz was turned. This traumatic event lead to Kaz's touch aversion, which made feeding much harder for him. Nowadays he gladly uses blood bags.

Kaz lead the gang called the Dregs in Amsterdam for years. He also formed his supernatural crew, the Crows. When the Original Hybrid contacted him, promising a big reward for kidnapping the doppelganger, Brekker couldn't resist the oportunity.

(i have no intention of erasing Kaz's disability, his leg was injured before his transition therefore he is still limping and uses cane)

Inej Ghafa

Inej Ghafa, the vampire of Nepali origin, who was turned by Kaz, which saved her from Tante Heleen, the witch known for making magically-induced contracts. She is called the Wraith for her ability to move soundlessly, even for vampire hearing. Inej had mastered her control and doesn't feed on humans (unless they really, really deserve that).

(i wanted to make her muslim but it somehow didn't work. Ravkan Saints are clear allusion on Russian saints, which are from Orthodox Christianity. Also I gave her Nepali origin because of Amita Suman)

Jesper Fahey

Jesper is a part of Dregs and the Crows. He was born in Australia (Novyi Zem is mentioned to be based on Australian colonies and i love Australia way too much), and went to college in Netherlands. Unfortunatally for him, things went wrong and he ended up working on Kaz because of his sharpshooter skills and secret magical abilities.

(i imagine Colm to be Irish who imigrated in Australia while Aditi is Indigenous Australian and a witch, zowa as their coven called themselves)

Wylan van Eck Hendriks

The only human in their gang, Wylan balances this by being a demolitions expert, and having impressive knowledge of alchemy and chemistry. He is proficient in music and graffiti art as well (because I said so). Later it was revealed that Wylan knew about supernatural from his father, who was the part of Amsterdam's Counsel of supernatural awareness (which wasn't an obstacle when Van Eck needed some magical help for his own profit). Like Kaz, Wylan was born in Netherlands.

Nina Zenik

Nina comes from Russia and more specifically, Grisha – that's how the coven that consists of witches from different Slavic bloodlines call themselves. For many centuries years the coven has been lead by heretic called the Darkling, who was searching for young witches with the proper heritage and recruting them in the coven. Nina was one of them. Until she met Matthias.

When she ended up in Amsterdam and Matthias – in the jail of local coven, she joined Kaz and worked on him ever since.

Later her magic experienced harsh shift, making her magical source rotate around death instead of nature and life. Among other newfound abilities, she now can see those on the Other Side.

Matthias Helvar

Matthias was born in Swedish werewolf pack that had long-term war with the Grisha coven. The youth go through an initiation by killing their first witch. Something went wrong with Matthias' first kill.

He became an outcast by falling in love with one of Grisha, Nina Zenik. He promised to protect her in life and death and proceeded to fullfil his promise. Even from the Other side.

I got hyped up by this AU and can do nothing about it.

#if anybody would like to make this idea into fic i wouldnt mind #just tell me guys i want to read it too #tvd x soc crossover #tvd au #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #nina zenik #matthias helvar #six of crows #six of crows au #shadow and bone

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

I love @witchysolfan witches heretics and other outcasts AU, so I made her some doodles ❤❤💜💜. Some doodles I discarded because they were a little more difficult than expected to do.

As any can see Im still experimenting with the colors, shadows and light, since I wanted to give the god viv for Sari

—We will always be together, right? No matter the adversities—.

Questions? From a Goddess? No, a child...

She just kept holding the tip of her father's metal finger, those large metal hands of her protector could not be compared to the small hands of his princess, hands of power, without experience, without dirt, without cuts ...

An inexperienced creature, with a mortal body from which a power that needed protection flowed in her veins. Not protection from others, but from herself.

—Yes, we will always be together, I will never let you get hurt—.

Lies or Promises?

—Do you welcome us... home?—

Fear, who wouldn't have it? After all, if in front of you is the creation of a God who had no mercy in destroying you. Would you not have dreaded for your life? Ask for forgiveness? Or, one more chance to escape?

It must be a lie!

But ... She welcomes her brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts, everyone.

—No one is left behind—.

With the eyes of the devil, but with the body of an angel.

Her voice resonates like echoes in the Sparks of the fallen, all those who fell in worlds distant from hers, she has come to bring them all home.

#witches heretics and other outcasts #transformers prime #sari sumdac #transformers #au #sketch #fanart #my art #my stuff #tfp #tf prime #not my au #megatron #or well just megatron fingers #can't draw robots #fun au #angts #fluff #what is poetry?

[creativeafterdark]

Rescue Bots In Witches, Heretics, and Other Outcasts AU

I got some ideas after reading an ask for @witchysolfan (Note: I totally forgot that not only is Rescue bots part of the Prime universe but so is Robots in Disguise 2015!  I may not touch on that MUCH but I wanted to note it)

- Firstly, the Mother of the Burns family, Chief's late wife, had psychic abilities, so her kids got some as well.  Dani and Cody have the stronger abilities than their two brothers.  Kade is the only one that doesn't fully believe in the supernatural, despite believing that story about gremlins.  Woodrow is the family expert on the supernatural, and has met some beings connected to the Burns family. - Unlike in canon, where Doc Greene supplies his sister, Maura the magnificent, with devices to do her magic show, Maura can use magic without technological aide.  It seems to be a trait dominant in females of the Greene family, as Frankie has some magical abilities herself. - The bots are 2v2 as far as who believes and who's skeptical.  Blades and Boulder are believers while Heatwave and Chase are skeptics (the more they hang out with the Burns family, the less skeptical they become).  Blades still gets scared easily, but, like his partner, appears to have some kind of abilities. - Griffin Rock has griffins.  Very few people know the exist, aside from the more prominent families on the island, including the Burns.  The Griffins seem to have a soft spot for Cody, as most supernatural beings do. - Ghosts are everywhere on Griffin Rock.  Dani, because of her love of history (especially tragic love stories), ends up being an expert on all the ghosts there.  Cody, due to his age, is very open to spirits and sees them very often. - Ghosts aren't the only supernatural folks of course.  Those two old ladies that live by the beach? Mermaids.  That lady with a fancy coat?  Selkie.  While Fo-Foo may have been responsible for Graham's werewolf-like transformation, there are actually a werewolf or two on the island, along with some cryptids. -  There are also a few witches in town. (Because I included Sunset Shimmer in this au, I got the idea to include this)  The most well known of the witches is a young witch named Fluerette Aurora Armati, who prefers the nickname of Flurry Heart.  She's on the island for training (under the hermit witch known as Tempest Shadow) and befriended Cody and Frankie.  Her spells aren't always perfect and has caused some issues, but she is doing her best. - Doc Greene himself is very interested in combining science and technology with magic. He (and his future wife) have consulted Tempest, as well as other coven mates of hers, on the best way to do this.  When CeCe was born, it was discovered that she had magic potential.  Doc isn't sure if it's because of the Greene legacy or because he and Dr. Baranova were constantly around magic. - Huxley Prescott is still the same, a pain in the ass that needs to STOP.  The supernatural beings that live there want to smack him upside the head. - Unbeknownst to Mayor Luskey, his wife knows most of the supernatural women and tries her best to keep her husband from saying something he shouldn't.

#witches heretics and other outcasts #other's aus #rescue bots #listen I love the rescue bots and the fact they did touch on the supernatural is one of the reasons I love it #Cody is a good boy

[ladyzerodark]

"Mom.  I'm surprised to see you here." The Morrigan smiled brightly at her daughter, Dealla, as she appeared in Niamh's room. "I came to see how my little spark is doing!" Dealla chuckled, walking towards Niamh's crib. "I haven't seen you this excited since Cathair and Caitlin were born." "Alas they are teenagers now.  Want nothing to do with their mother."  The Morrigan fake cried, remembering her two youngest children.  "Besides, this is your first child.  Why wouldn't I want to see more of her?" The goddess smiled softly as the young child wiggled happily in her crib.  Dealla turned as the doorbell rang. "Ah that must be the sitters."  She declared, earning an odd look from her mother. "Did you not just HAVE the child?  Shouldn't you be resting?" "Mom, I had her 6 months ago.  I can't stay away from my job anyway."  Dealla grinned at her.  "Don't worry, I trust the family that's watching her." ~ "Thanks for making it today, Pilar." Dealla smiled brightly, greeting the young woman at the door.  She then noticed another guest.  "And Rafael!  Got roped into this again, huh?" "It's only for an hour."  Pilar mentioned, roughing up her younger brother's hair. "He's going to hang out with his friends after his homework." "You know, I could talk to your mom." "It's fine, Ms. Dealla."  Raf told her with a smile.  "I don't mind helping Pilar. I like Niamh!" "Oh ho ho! So my little spark has made a friend already." Dealla froze a moment before turning.  The Morrigan, in the form of a crone, stepped towards them, acting as if she were an elderly human woman.  She smiled gently at the two youngsters in front of her. "Oh uh, Pilar, Raf.  This is my mother--" "Morgan Ó Dubhshláin.  It is a pleasure to meet with you."  The Morrigan paused a moment, looking over Raf.  Her smile grew wider.  "You seem to have a good group of friends, to trust them so much.  You are an asset to them for sure." Raf and Pilar blinked, looking to Dealla for an explanation. "My mother believes she can read the future."  The young woman explained, giving her mother a minor glare.  "She and I must be going, though.  I'm taking her to visit a friend before I get on work." "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Ó Dubhshláin."  Raf said as Pilar and Dealla went through a list of everything needed to care for Niamh. "Indeed.  I hope it will not be our last.  You are capable of great things, despite your size.  Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." The boy tilted his head slightly in confusion as Dealla and her mother left.  It almost seemed as if she knew about-- No, there was no way. ~ "I'm surprised you even said anything." The Morrigan, returning to her previous form, hummed slightly, as Dealla drove into town. "It takes a lot to get your attention."  Her daughter continued.  "The fact that you looked into Raf's future?  It caught me off guard." "I believe he has a connection to...a friend of mine." "Ah.  The one that suggested Niamh's name?  Rung?" "Indeed. I'll need to keep a close eye on him."  The Morrigan let out a sigh.  "This child may be able to stand up to a dragon, but he is still human." Dealla was quiet for a moment. "I know you and the other gods don't like interfering directly with humans...mostly."  She shrugged, mentally acknowledging that she was the result of 'interfering'.  "But can you watch out for him?  He's a good kid." When the goddess did not answer, Dealla turned to speak to her directly.  To her surprise, there was a lone crow feather.  She sighed, wondering what her mother had seen. Whatever it was, the fact it caused the Morrigan concern did not bode well.

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The Morrigan Meets Raf, not as a goddess, but a granny

Again inspired by @witchysolfan’s AU, Witches, Heretics and Other Outcasts

#witches heretics and other outcasts #I wanted to write more of Morrigan's family side #Cathair Caitlin and Dealla are OCs obviously #I don't think Morrigan has named human or demi god children #also even if I didn't say it before I wanted Rung to name Niamh #it is two am and i am tired

[pridebooks]

It’s Trans Day of Visibility, so have some books!!

Full list of books (with synopses) under the cut.

First picture: Books by trans authors (most also have trans characters)

Memoirs of a Man’s Maiden Years by N. O. Body - "I was born a boy, raised as a girl. . . . One may raise a healthy boy in as womanish a manner as one wishes, and a female creature in as mannish; never will this cause their senses to remain forever reversed." So writes the pseudonymous N. O. Body, born in 1884 with ambiguous genitalia and assigned a female identity in early infancy. Brought up as a girl, "she" nevertheless asserted stereotypical male behavior from early on. In the end, it was a passionate love affair with a married woman that brought matters to a head. Desperately confused, suicidally depressed, and in consultation with Magnus Hirschfeld, one of the most eminent and controversial sexologists of the day, "she" decided to become "he." N. O. Body was identified as Karl M. Baer (he/him).

Spy Stuff by Matthew J. Metzger - Anton never thought anyone would ever want to date him. Everyone knows nobody wants a transgender boyfriend, right? So he's as shocked as anyone when seemingly-straight Jude Kalinowski asks him out, and doesn't appear to be joking.The only problem is ... well, Jude doesn't actually know.Anton can see how this will play out: Jude is a nice guy, and nice guys finish last. And Anton is transgender, and transgender people don't get happy endings. If he tells Jude, it might destroy everything.And if Jude tells anyone else ... it will. Matthew J. Metzger (he/him) is a queer trans man.

I Wish You All The Best by Mason Deaver - When Ben De Backer comes out to their parents as nonbinary, they're thrown out of their house and forced to move in with their estranged older sister, Hannah, and her husband, Thomas, whom Ben has never even met. Struggling with an anxiety disorder compounded by their parents' rejection, they come out only to Hannah, Thomas, and their therapist and try to keep a low profile in a new school.But Ben's attempts to survive the last half of senior year unnoticed are thwarted when Nathan Allan, a funny and charismatic student, decides to take Ben under his wing. As Ben and Nathan's friendship grows, their feelings for each other begin to change, and what started as a disastrous turn of events looks like it might just be a chance to start a happier new life.At turns heartbreaking and joyous, I Wish You All the Best is both a celebration of life, friendship, and love, and a shining example of hope in the face of adversity Mason Deaver (they/them) is nonbinary.

George by Alex Gino -When people look at George, they think they see a boy. But she knows she's not a boy. She knows she's a girl.George thinks she'll have to keep this a secret forever. Then her teacher announces that their class play is going to be Charlotte's Web. George really, really, REALLY wants to play Charlotte. But the teacher says she can't even try out for the part . . . because she's a boy.With the help of her best friend, Kelly, George comes up with a plan. Not just so she can be Charlotte -- but so everyone can know who she is, once and for all. Alex Gino (they/them) is genderqueer.

Starglass by Phoebe North -  Terra has never known anything but life aboard the Asherah, a city-within-a-spaceship that left Earth five hundred years ago in search of refuge. At sixteen, working a job that doesn't interest her, and living with a grieving father who only notices her when he's yelling, Terra is sure that there has to be more to life than what she's got. But when she inadvertently witnesses the captain's guard murdering an innocent man, Terra is suddenly thrust into the dark world beneath her ship's idyllic surface. As she's drawn into a secret rebellion determined to restore power to the people, Terra discovers that her choices may determine life or death for the people she cares most about. With mere months to go before landing on the long-promised planet, Terra has to make the decision of a lifetime--one that will determine the fate of her people. Phoebe North (they/them) is genderqueer.

Power Surge by Sara Codair - Erin has just realized that for the entirety of their life, their family has lied to them. Their Sight has been masked for years, so Erin thought the Pixies and Mermaids were hallucinations. Not only are the supernatural creatures they see daily real, but their grandmother is an Elf, meaning Erin isn’t fully human. On top of that, the dreams Erin thought were nightmares are actually prophecies.While dealing with the anger they have over all of the lies, they are getting used to their new boyfriend, their boyfriend's bullying ex, and the fact that they come from a family of Demon Hunters. As Erin struggles through everything weighing on them, they uncover a Demon plot to take over the world.Erin just wants some time to work through it all on their own terms, but that's going to have to wait until after they help save the world. Sara Codair (they/she) is nonbinary.

Out of Salem by Hal Schrieve - When genderqueer fourteen-year-old Z Chilworth wakes from death after a car crash that killed their parents and sisters, they have to adjust quickly to their new status as a zombie. Always a talented witch, Z can now barely perform magic and is rapidly decaying. Faced with rejection from their remaining family members and old friends, Z moves in with Mrs. Dunnigan, an elderly witch, and befriends Aysel, a loud would-be-goth classmate who is, like Z, a loner. As Z struggles to find a way to repair the broken magical seal holding their body together, Aysel fears that her classmates will discover her status as an unregistered werewolf. When a local psychiatrist is murdered in an apparent werewolf attack, the town of Salem, Oregon, becomes even more hostile to monsters, and Z and Aysel are driven together in an attempt to survive a place where most people wish that neither of them existed. Hal Schrieve (xie/hir) is a genderfluid trans man.

This is Kind of an Epic Love Story by Kacen Callender - Nathan Bird doesn’t believe in happy endings. Although he’s the ultimate film buff and an aspiring screenwriter, Nate’s seen the demise of too many relationships to believe that happy endings exist in real life.Playing it safe to avoid a broken heart has been his MO ever since his father died and left his mom to unravel—but this strategy is not without fault. His best-friend-turned-girlfriend-turned-best-friend-again, Florence, is set on making sure Nate finds someone else. And in a twist that is rom-com-worthy, someone does come along: Oliver James Hernández, his childhood best friend.After a painful mix-up when they were little, Nate finally has the chance to tell Ollie the truth about his feelings. But can Nate find the courage to pursue his own happily ever after?  Kacen Callender (they/them) is a demiboy.

Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee - Captain Kel Cheris of the hexarchate is disgraced for using unconventional methods in a battle against heretics. Kel Command gives her the opportunity to redeem herself by retaking the Fortress of Scattered Needles, a star fortress that has recently been captured by heretics. Cheris’s career isn’t the only thing at stake. If the fortress falls, the hexarchate itself might be next.Cheris’s best hope is to ally with the undead tactician Shuos Jedao. The good news is that Jedao has never lost a battle, and he may be the only one who can figure out how to successfully besiege the fortress.The bad news is that Jedao went mad in his first life and massacred two armies, one of them his own. As the siege wears on, Cheris must decide how far she can trust Jedao–because she might be his next victim. Yoon Ha Lee (he/him) is a trans man.

Second pic: Books with trans characters

Gracefully Grayson by Ami Polonsky -  Alone at home, twelve-year-old Grayson Sender glows, immersed in beautiful thoughts and dreams. But at school, Grayson grasps at shadows, determined to fly under the radar. Because Grayson has been holding onto a secret for what seems like forever: “he” is a girl on the inside, stuck in the wrong gender’s body.The weight of this secret is crushing, but leaving it behind would mean facing ridicule, scorn, and rejection. Despite these dangers, Grayson’s true self itches to break free. Strengthened by an unexpected friendship and a caring teacher who gives her a chance to step into the spotlight, Grayson might finally have the tools to let her inner light shine.

Beautiful Music for Ugly Children by Kirstin Cronn-Mills - "This is Beautiful Music for Ugly Children, on community radio 90.3, KZUK. I'm Gabe. Welcome to my show."My birth name is Elizabeth, but I'm a guy. Gabe. My parents think I've gone crazy and the rest of the world is happy to agree with them, but I know I'm right. I've been a boy my whole life.When you think about it, I'm like a record. Elizabeth is my A side, the song everybody knows, and Gabe is my B side--not heard as often, but just as good.It's time to let my B side play.

Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin - The first thing you’re going to want to know about me is: Am I a boy, or am I a girl?Riley Cavanaugh is many things: Punk rock. Snarky. Rebellious. And gender fluid. Some days Riley identifies as a boy, and others as a girl. The thing is…Riley isn’t exactly out yet. And between starting a new school and having a congressman father running for reelection in uber-conservative Orange County, the pressure—media and otherwise—is building up in Riley’s so-called “normal” life.On the advice of a therapist, Riley starts an anonymous blog to vent those pent-up feelings and tell the truth of what it’s REALLY like to be a gender fluid teenager. But just as Riley’s starting to settle in at school—even developing feelings for a mysterious outcast—the blog goes viral, and an unnamed commenter discovers Riley’s real identity, threatening exposure. Riley must make a choice: walk away from what the blog has created—a lifeline, new friends, a cause to believe in—or stand up, come out, and risk everything.

The Art of Being Normal by Lisa Williamson - David Piper has always been an outsider. His parents think he's gay. The school bully thinks he’s a freak. Only his two best friends know the real truth: David wants to be a girl.On the first day at his new school Leo Denton has one goal: to be invisible. Attracting the attention of the most beautiful girl in his class is definitely not part of that plan. When Leo stands up for David in a fight, an unlikely friendship forms. But things are about to get messy. Because at Eden Park School secrets have a funny habit of not staying secret for long…

Mask of Shadows by Linsey Miller - Sallot Leon is a thief, and a good one at that. But gender fluid Sal wants nothing more than to escape the drudgery of life as a highway robber and get closer to the upper-class—and the nobles who destroyed their home.When Sal steals a flyer for an audition to become a member of The Left Hand—the Queen’s personal assassins, named after the rings she wears—Sal jumps at the chance to infiltrate the court and get revenge.But the audition is a fight to the death filled with clever circus acrobats, lethal apothecaries, and vicious ex-soldiers. A childhood as a common criminal hardly prepared Sal for the trials. And as Sal succeeds in the competition, and wins the heart of Elise, an intriguing scribe at court, they start to dream of a new life and a different future, but one that Sal can have only if they survive.

The Past and Other Things That Should Stay Buried by Shaun David Hutchinson - A good friend will bury your body, a best friend will dig you back up.Dino doesn’t mind spending time with the dead. His parents own a funeral home, and death is literally the family business. He’s just not used to them talking back. Until Dino’s ex-best friend July dies suddenly—and then comes back to life. Except not exactly. Somehow July is not quite alive, and not quite dead.As Dino and July attempt to figure out what’s happening, they must also confront why and how their friendship ended so badly, and what they have left to understand about themselves, each other, and all those grand mysteries of life.

I Was Born For This by Alice Oseman -  For Angel Rahimi, life is only about one thing: The Ark – a pop-rock trio of teenage boys who are currently taking the world by storm. Being part of The Ark’s fandom has given her everything – her friendships, her dreams, her place in the world. Jimmy Kaga-Ricci owes everything to The Ark too. He’s their frontman – and playing in a band is all he’s ever dreamed of doing. It’s just a shame that recently everything in his life seems to have turned into a bit of a nightmare. Because that’s the problem with dreaming – eventually, inevitably, real life arrives with a wake-up call. And when Angel and Jimmy are unexpectedly thrust together, they will discover just how strange and surprising facing up to reality can be.

The Pants Project by Cat Clarke - Whoever wrote the uniform policy decided (whyyy?) that girls had to wear skirts, while boys were allowed to wear pants. Sexist. Dumb. Unfair. “Girls must wear a black, pleated, knee-length skirt.” I bet I read those words a hundred times during summer vacation. The problem wasn’t the last word in that sentence. Skirt wasn’t really the issue, not for me. The issue was the first word. Girls. Here’s the thing: I may seem like a girl, but on the inside, I’m a boy.

#trans #tdov #trans day of visibility #transgender day of visibility #tdov 2020 #books #trans books

[fallenrepublick]

I got a good prompt for you on the Son! The reader is a human sacrifice to him and he uses them to his heart's content.

The way you phrased this made my mind go places I’m not proud of. That being said:

Warnings: Oh boy let’s see here we got bondage, fingering, blindfolds, a weird relationship which is like... its consensual yeah but it’s still fuckin strange because I’m a freak apparently

The worship of a god is a tricky thing. As much as we’d like to pretend we do, we never know for certain the will of said god, or if they even exist at all. The admittance that we can’t hear what the god wishes is much preferred over the admittance that the god is not real, though avoiding either, if at all possible, is often the way of whoever holds the power. That being said, in their violent fear of being left in the unknown, they often subject those they deem lesser to an even more dire fear: a loss of free will.

You were a nonbeliever. That made you a threat. But, thankfully for your people and less so for you, you still served a purpose. As far as everyone was concerned, The Father and The Daughter were benevolent deities, only seeking the best for the people and the force. The Son, however, was much less easily swayed. Every unfortunate circumstance that came upon the people was seen as an act of punishment from this being for one reason or another, and the priests in power came to the conclusion that keeping his anger towards them at bay was best done through sacrifices.

The chains. The chains were the easy part. But the celebratory sounds and glad faces that surrounded you as you were thrown into the middle of a lake of all places, your hands and legs tied together, made you feel like a witch on trial. Most people would feel panic at the thought of drowning in such a deliberate manner, but the peace of the surrounding water and occasional fish that passed by left you with a sense of comfort, almost enough for you to ignore the burning of your throat.

It was when your throat stopped burning that you became aware of a problem. You weren’t drowning. In fact, you were dry. And you were sitting in the middle of a wide open courtyard, the stone beneath you carved in such a way that represented the balance that your people often discussed. You were still tied, though, meaning that any sort of movement was futile.

Before you stood a figure, tall, with red eyes vibrant as a roaring flame, hands clasped tightly behind him as if holding himself back. He stepped towards you, faint light from the floor peppering around his features as he came into view, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, making you wonder if being on your knees was in your best interest. Not that you had any say in the matter.

“Yet another one?” he hummed, circling you rhythmically. “It’s been merely a month. Though you’re different, aren’t you? Younger. Prettier.” He approached you, kneeling down, a graceful hand sliding down your cheek. Red marks traced down his face like tears, and you became painfully aware that the words that came out of his mouth were in no way threatening.

A wave of his hand set your legs loose, as well as your hands, allowing you to stand back up on shaky knees. Although, he had left your hands tied. “You’re… The Son?” you said finally, your realization that this religion might not have been complete bullshit shining through.

He had begun walking away, leading you into the temple that stood looming behind as he answered. “Yes, I am. Your people have been sending these… sacrifices to me for some time now, as I’m sure you’re aware. Though, I haven’t been graced with one such as you before.”

“What does that mean?” you asked, feeling yourself becoming bolder by the second.

“Most sacrifices are older, weaker. The bitter and useless that had no purpose to their society any longer. You are new. You’ve still maintained your strength, and it seems to me as if you’ve still plenty of potential. Why is that?”

You hesitated, the question hanging over you. Admitting to your ways might surely damn you, though at this point, the ever growing length of hallways seemed to be doing so anyways. “I was dubbed a nonbeliever. A heretic.”

The Son laughed, a cold sound vibrating from his chest. “A heretic. Aren’t we all? We, who fit no such honorable descriptions in the eyes of those who hold the blind faith of the masses, have been dubbed heretics for centuries. And yet, here they stand, offering their worst in my name, unaware of the outcasts whom I truly stand over.”

A door stood before him, black, intricately carved with depictions of stories that you wouldn’t have known. He pushed on the stone, and you were shocked to see an entire bedroom, luxurious in decor and practically the definition of comfort. Dark curtains covered a window that looked out into the vastness of the planet, while a large bed with royal purple sheets stood prominently to your left. Desks and tables covered the floor, a whole seating area off to the side with vibrant couches larger than your whole house back home.

Your amazement ceased when the door closed. There was a catch. There always was. Behind you, he had begun removing his gloves, setting them on a marble-topped table also occupied by a dim lamp. “The way I see it, we have two options,” he began, the mention of “we” indicating the weight this decision might have. He paced closer to you, a perfect space between each step he took. “As my new guest, I might see to it that you live the remainder of time here, in complete comfort. Though, there would be a… price of sorts.” Saddling up behind you, his arm snaked around your waist, a slight heat building up within you. You hated how you knew what the price was. You hated that you wanted to pay it. “You could always return. Nothing is necessarily keeping you here.”

Almost desperately, your head turned, looking up at him, the supernatural aspects of his being catching your attention and ensnaring your desires. “I will pay it.”

His eyes narrowing at you, he spun you around, lifting you over to the bed merely a few feet away. His hands worked needily, excitedly as they slipped your top off, his mouth already wandering your neck. Each movement he made was calculated, deliberate. The kisses and bites he left were planned, dozens of steps in front of the other.

But, he reached up, tying a slip of fabric over your eyes, completely blocking your sight, before fastening your wrists together to the top of the bed frame. From one set of chains to another.

You felt his hands roam your body as he bit you, lifting up the small of your back and pressing into your breasts, rubbing circles into your flesh. “You crave the darkness,” he whispered against your skin between bites. “You can’t hide it. You want power. You want me.” His lips moved down, and with them his hands, which slipped into your bottoms and peeled them off before you could process where he was.

Seconds felt like hours when he touched you, the power he held over you allowing him the opportunity to use you as roughly or gently as he wished, and all you could do was moan and squirm beneath him, helpless to his desires. Thus, he chose to torture you, dragging you along in your lust for him, the only thing you can do was beg. His fingers traced lines up your inner thighs, and he bit and nipped at your chest, earning shocked yelps and gasps from your throat. As if that were a sign to continue, he worked faster, the sensation of his teeth against your skin more frequent, your moans growing louder and your legs closing, trying to contain the need you had for more of him.

But he would never allow that. Taking his hands against your thighs, he forced your legs open again and shoved his fingers into you to keep them open. Your head threw back, your cries ever louder.

“You are so needy, girl,” he hummed, thumb pressing against your soaked clit and fingers curling slowly inside you. “Your body betrays your mind. Give in to it. To me.” His hand moved faster, and your back arched, the waves of euphoria taking over your senses. Blind as he had made you, you weren’t so sure that you would’ve been able to see any better without the blindfold anyhow.

You had completely lost track of any time. The only thing you could think about was him and how fucking badly you wanted him. The pressure within you only grew, as did your cries and pleads. It was enough to send you over the edge, and somehow, you knew he sensed it as well.

Without warning, he removed his hand, but you weren’t given an opportunity to complain. He slammed into you. Hard. Your body was on fire from the inside, the feeling of his cock finally inside you sending jolts of electricity through your nervous system and you cried out enough to wake the entire castle. You felt him laugh above you, your surprise somehow amusing to him.

The shock became pure pleasure when he begun moving, your walls tightening and legs wrapping around his torso. Curses escaped his lips, but he only pounded faster, a need for you and an insatiable high clouding his mind. You tugged at the fabric that held your arms up, wanting to hold on to something. You shouted and pleaded, begging for him to let to you finish, needing a release. And it shocked you when he did.

“You’ve been a good toy for me,” he struggled to say to you. “At least just once, you can cum.”

Every muscle in your body loosened finally, the release intoxicating. He remained over you for a moment, his breathing fast and chest no longer tensed.

Slowly, he removed the blindfold and released your wrists, which you brought down to inspect for red marks. He slid beside you, motioning a pale hand to the door across the room. “Wash yourself in there,” he said, his calm state returned. “I expect to see you later.” He stood and began redressing as you walked uneasily in the direction he pointed to, trying and failing to hide the effort it took to walk. Before you were out of sight, he called out to you once more.

“Don’t think I will be so kind next time.”

#is there even a tag for him??? #no there isn't #star wars x reader #star wars x you

[likeabxrdinflight]

This is a post I feel like I need to make for me. And it’s gonna get a little vulnerable but the owl house literally reached for my soul and yanked a fourteen year old girl out of it and put her and her secrets on display for all the world to see. so. 

I do, to some extent, see aspects of myself in Eda. But only because A), chronic illness metaphor, and B), the woman who Eda really reminds me of once told me that she saw herself in me. 

See when I was Luz’s age, I was a weird kid too. Maybe not...quite as weird. And certainly not as bubbly or outgoing. But I was into anime, and fanfiction, and youtube AMVs. I wasn’t the most well liked kid in my class, and I was an outcast in the good ole st mary’s. I had friends, but only a few. And I was queer. Put all that together in a Catholic school environment, getting dogma shoved down your throat everyday well...I wasn’t in the best place.

And then in the 8th grade this wild woman with jet black hair and slightly frightening eyes drop kicks her way into my life. I’d known her before, to some degree, because everyone knows everyone in a school that small, but never like this. Because she was teaching religion, and she didn’t play by the rules. She taught us such heretical things as “Adam and Eve is a myth, actually” and “most of you are going to have sex before you get married. It’ll be okay” and “some people are gay, and this is what the church teaches but you have to make your own decision about what you believe.” 

And she’s wild, I can’t say how much. She tells us stories about trying to convince first graders she’s an actual witch. She throws erasers across the room when kids mess up their algebra. She makes offhand jokes about the Romeo and Juliet, she laughs when my best friend buys a fake cigarette on a field trip, she tells us Cyndi Lauper was her roommate in college (I’m still not sure if that’s true). She is everything we have been told not to be, and yet she casts everyone under her spell. The whole class loves this woman, even when she’s pissed, even when she’s demanding, even when she pulls you aside to tell you she knows you can do better than a D on a math test. She’s harsh but she’s good. 

And you see that goodness, slowly but surely. She’s tough at first, even prickly. She has a short temper and it flares easily. But then she pulls you aside to say she thinks you’d get along well with the new girl, and you do. She puts everyone on blast for racist jokes and doesn’t let us forget it. She jokes that if you need anything from her, whether it’s hiding the drugs or hiding a body, give her a call. You’re pretty sure she’s serious, actually. Something in her eyes, something in the way she says it. 

And you’re drawn to her, because she’s so different. She’s nothing like you would have thought, nothing like the others, and it’s entrancing. Suddenly all you want is her approval, and if that means finally learning algebra, well. So be it. Because she’s weird, like you. You can sense it. And you think maybe you could tell her about all the confusing thoughts and feelings inside your head, and maybe it would be okay. Maybe she’s the only one it would be okay with.

And so naturally I too fell completely under her spell. I grew close to her over the course of that year, much as I could. I hung back after classes for an excuse to chat. I spoke up all the time in class. I did everything an 8th grader can do to make their teacher love them- and goddamn it, it worked.

She and I are friends to this day. She has been a support, a mentor, and a friend to me over the years. She has been a rock when I had none. I love her dearly, and always will. And yes there was a time that I was in love with her too, because that happens to gay kids sometimes. It was a deep and reverent sort of feeling and I don’t know if I’ll ever experience anything quite like that again. But it’s settled, over the years, to something more comfortable. More familiar. 

Years have passed, and her role in my life continues to matter. She has supported me during many of the darker times in my life. I’ve never told her the way I once felt, though I suspect she knows. I have come out to her. We have had so many heart-to-hearts. And I know she has cared for me. I know because I’ve seen the pride in her eyes, I’ve seen the care and the concern and the love. I know because she told me, once, in a memory I hold near and dear to my heart.

“I love you, I hope you know that.”

I hope she knows I love her too.

And god do I see so much of that in Luz and Eda. Not only does Eda just flat out remind me of this teacher in terms of personality, but the bond between the characters is so achingly familiar to me. Right down to the way Eda calls Luz “kiddo.” I’m still “kiddo” too, but it’s such an affectionate term that I hardly mind. So watching the owl house is like seeing a reflection of this relationship that means so much to me in a quirky animated setting (and believe me, I can see Luz having a crush on Eda, too. I mean who wouldn’t). There’s just so much love between these characters, and it’s so familiar because it’s such an unusual, special kind of love. In some ways it’s very one-sided, but in others it’s not. And I can’t believe this show exists, honestly, where this unique mentor/student relationship is not just a part of the story but the main focus. The relationship between Eda and Luz is the central story- everything else is the side plot. And that’s....such a beautiful thing to see, honestly. My fourteen-year-old self could have benefited so much from seeing something like the owl house, but 27-year-old me loves it just as much.

So...I just really love this show. I love this show so much. And Eda is an incredibly special character.

#and now that I've feels dumped all over the place #I am going to disappear

[hiraeth-wayfarer]

Hiraeth Creature #1038 - Mire Guard

"The wetlands throughout Hiraeth, be they in the far north, hidden away in the scrub forests that lead into the south eastern tropics, or sitting clear in the sunlight of central lands, all carry the shadows of suspicious folk tales and ghost stories that have been proven over the generations. The volatile nature of shifting land and water, tangled forests overfed on twisting rivers, and the dense blankets of fog obscuring looming shadows, were the perfect shroud for many outcasts  to hide away from the society that existed at the time. At best it would merely be ruffians who wanted nothing to do with lords and tribute, or villages of wild folk using the atmosphere to keep nosey folk at bay, but there was validity in the stories of these places. True to any nightmare were the old witch covens, always looking to push Hiraeth’s magic to frightening limits and experiment with the souls of others. Their taboos and heretical arts were keen reasons for common folk to avoid these places, but the witches couldn’t be left to their means, and knights and mercenaries were often sent out to face them. In the western swamps, knights bound by bravery who never returned were instead forced into the old coven’s service. They became known as the “Mire Guard”, soldiers returned from the soil and water to defend whomever bound their souls in such a monstrous manner. 

Mire Guards came in all shapes and sizes, billowing with the mist and moving like the wind, their body growing limbs or disappearing altogether. Some wielded weapons forever clenched in their hands, but all of them often had their own oddly shaped helmet— this being their shackle to the coven and keeping them moonblind, unable to rest. The Mire Guard proved to be powerful foes, and the more foolhardy knights tried to challenge the witches the more their host would grow. It nearly became an epidemic until they battled with a Hill Folk knight, who showed unmatched bravery as she faced many of them at once. She was old but fierce and powerful, her display of martial prowess awe-inspiring. She was a knight but also a mother who had come looking for her son who she had trained many years ago. Once she found him, she cleaved his helmet in twain and put her blade away, and immediately prayed he would find peace in the light of the Moon. Her son’s ghastly form faded away on the breeze, and the rest of the Mire Guard knelt before her. The knight became known in stories as the Mist Reaver, as she led the Mire Guard against their former masters and routed the old covens from western lands. What remains from these covens are the descendants of rebellious children who disavowed the atrocities of their parents and grandparents, and now live in peace with nature. Some of the Mire Guard have left their helmets to sink into the murk and have left Hiraeth for the Moon’s embrace, but some of the Mire Guard still remain, patrolling swampland and the banks of rivers between them. They live on in memory of the Mist Reaver, who formed them into a protective vanguard. Mire Guards were even said to have battled giants during the Giant’s March, and rallied against the Ravenous Beast when all the forces of the world united under a single banner. If any travellers find themselves in a dire situation near western waters, a prayer to the Mist Reaver may summon the Mire Guards to their aid."

#hiraeth #fantasy #fantasy creature #fantasy world #world building #wetlands

[meretiic]

That’s [Rosalie Merit] not [Katherine McNamara]. She’s [24/166] years old and a [Heretic]. She may be adaptable, empathetic, & captivating but she’s also volatile, insecure &  deceptive.

About Me:

I’m not the best with talking about myself, so bear with me. I go by Liv, I’m 24 years old, and I live in the EST timezone. Pronouns are she/her. Um…I like to think I’m a fairly chill person, generally speaking. I’m not in school right now, but I do work the morning shift five days a week at a bagel shop. That means I’m usually up early, so I tend to head to bed early-ish as well. Exceptions being Friday and Saturday, as I don’t work weekends.

Oh! I also have a dog named Lucy, though we also call her Lucille cuz she’s an old lady. Yes, it’s a reverse nickname. Anyways, she’s a yellow lab, nine years old, and fully blind. But before you let that last bit get ya down, rest assured that she is still one of the happiest puppers you will ever know. A legit sweet baby angel.

Basics:

Name: Rosalie Evangeline Merit Species: Heretic Age: 24/155

Personality:

Rosalie isn’t nearly as hardened by her experiences as one might think. Instead of allowing that pain to fester and pull her towards the darker side, she always has done her best to rise above it and allow herself to be happy. Sometimes easier said than done, but she knows that her joy is truly the best way to get back at those who have wronged her(read: non-biological father, ie the man who raised her). That’s not to say she doesn’t occasionally let that inner darkness out. Her kindness is not to be confused with being weak, a lesson she is more than willing to make clear to anyone who might dare to cross her.

Quick Facts:

This bit is gonna be a mess cuz it’s just a quick jumble of facts

she’s done a few shows on Broadway

a couple back in the 1920s, and then again a couple of years ago

she’s a ripper like her biological father, which translates into both her bloodlust and tendency for siphoning too much from someone

it’s because of this that she tends to avoid siphoning living beings, as well as sticking to a diet of animal blood

even after her initial arrival in America, she never tried to find a coven, for fear of being outcast and hunted down simply due to what she was

she’s kept her species fairly hidden over the years, allowing people to believe she is either a witch or a vampire, but never letting them see that she is truly a combination of both

a good part of her life has been devoted to finding her biological father, as she knows that Mr. Merit wasn’t him

Background:

Rosalie Evangeline Merit was born in London, England in June of 1864 as the first siphoner to the Merit bloodline of witches. Though her mother survived the traumatic birth of the child, she was left in a weakened state from which she would never fully recover. Being the first of his family to produce such an abomination, not to mention one who held so few physical similarities to the rest of his children, Rosalie’s father began looking into the possibility that the girl was not, in fact, his. He came across stories of a group of witches born without magic of their own who instead drew their powers from others. He’d spend his whole life trying to discover whether or not it was one of them who had cursed his family with the magical leech he’d called his daughter.

To her credit, Rosalie did her best not to steal magic from her family, preferring to live without if it meant avoiding punishment. Brutal as the consequences were for harming one of her siblings, sometimes accidents happened. Her father, however, was less than willing to listen, often leaving her with scars as evidence of his wrath. It seemed even with all the effort the young girl put into trying to be good, fate was simply never on her side. Without proper teaching, she was never able to truly get a handle on her siphoning abilities, and one tragic night she lost control entirely and killed one of her brothers. Her first kill.

Rosalie immediately packed her things and fled her childhood home. Using what little magic she possessed, she charmed her mother’s ring with a cloaking spell that would keep her hidden from the Merits. There was no going back after what she’d done. So instead, she settled to find herself a means of making money in order to survive. Easier said than done. With no real prospects, she turned to the one place she knew most women could succeed. A brothel. It was likely the lowest point of her human life, but it sparked the beginning of what would be a thrilling next chapter.

Working in the brothel, Rosalie befriended a young woman named Dorothea. It was a connection that would offer the siphoned a new life. A favorite to many, Dorothea often found herself requested by a young man with a fetish for blood play. Odd, maybe, but it would turn out that the man was a vampire, intent on sharing his immortality with the mortal girl. She would agree, but only if he would also offer up his gift to her friend. He agreed, though only proceeded to turn Dorothea, as Rosalie was still unsure if this was a life she genuinely wanted. It was a choice that would be stolen from her by a man she had mistaken as a client. The year was 1888. The man, was Jack the Ripper.

Waking as a vampire was a strange sensation to say the least. For one, she felt hungry in a way she’d never experienced before, but beyond that…she felt powerful. Not just a physical strength either. No, for once in her life Rosalie could feel a limitless amount of magic coursing through her veins. It wasn’t something she was intent on giving up. Like most vampire, her first feed resulted in a kill, though she found it far easier than she’d imagined. Perhaps the man who had raised her - she now refused to refer to him as her father - had been onto something when calling her an abomination.

For so long she had restrained herself, and now she was finally free to live as she pleased. It was an idea that excited her. Her first plan of action, return to the Merit home to face her former abuser. He would not survive the encounter in his office, though Rosalie herself would discover the research he had been doing on witches like her. Claiming it for herself, as well as a sufficient amount of money, she would make her way to the docks and buy herself a ticket to America. A new life demanded a fresh start, and she felt no regret at leaving nearly everything of her past behind her in London. Only two things could tie her to that life; her birth mother’s ring, and the letters she and Dorothea would continue to write to each other even to this very day.

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#apx:intro #☙🥀❧ most girls are smart and strong and beautiful // about #abuse tw #murder tw #death tw

[fairietale]

this  is  a  starter  call  for  all  unfinished   /   wip  characters  who  don’t  have  separate  starter  calls  yet:

laena  talila  stone,     elf.  was  cast  out  by  her  family  for  refusing  to  partake  in  a  dangerous  ritual  and  marrying  an  outcast  in  the  elven  kingdom.  sister  to  zinnia. +   generous.  mild  mannered.  stands  up  for  what  she  believes  in.  sweet.  loyal. -   melodramatic.  stubborn.  impulsive.  indecisive.  skeptical. 

fox  lyari  stone,     elf.  daughter  of  laena.  sister  of  kymil  silveril  stone  and  vissera  silvyr  stone.  niece  of  zinnia.  cousin  to  elora  azraiah,  zelphar  axilia,  rathiain  fenain,  ellisar  folen,  tsar  eroan,  and  emalia  jade  storm. +  witty.  dependable.  independent.  compassionate.  ambitious. -   distrusting.  stubborn.  suspicious.  self  -  absorbed.  willful.

vissera  silvyr  stone,     elf.  daughter  of  laena.  sister  of  kymil  siveril  stone  and  fox  lyari  stone.  niece  of  zinnia.  cousin  to  elora  azariah,  zelphar  axilia,  rathiain  fenain,  ellisar  folen,  tsar  eroan,  and  emalia  jade  storm. +   independent.  funny.  caring.  loyal.  adaptable. -   vengeful.  drama  queen.  impatient.  clingy.  spoiled.

emalia  jade  storm,     elf.  went  off  on  her  own  against  her  mother’s  advice  to  reunite  with  her  family.  niece  of  laena  talila  stone.  niece  of  zinnia.  cousin  to  fox  lyari  stone,  kymil  siveril  stone,  and  vissera  silvyr  stone.  cousin  to  elora  azariah,  zelphar  axilia,  rathiain  fenian,  tsar  eroan,  and  ellisar  folen. +   independent.  marches  to  the  beat  of  her  own  drummer.  kind.  loyal.  persistent. -   temperamental.  moody.  uncompromising.  oversensitive.  impatient.

rathiain  fenain,     elf.  was  spared  by  viviana  deluca  in  the  uprising.  son  of  zinnia.  brother  to  elora  azrariah,  zelphar  axilia,  tsar  eroan,  and  ellisar  folen.  nephew  of  laena  talila  stone.  cousin  to  kymil  siveril  stone,  fox  lyari  stone,  vissera  silvry  stone,  and  emalia  jade  storm. +   compassionate.  has  a  heart  of  gold.  helpful.  brilliant.  generous. -   weak  willed.  easily  manipulated.  shy.  quirky.  submissive.

aurelia  arwen,     fae  /  vampire  hybird.  bastard  daughter  of  the  seelie  queen.  true  neutral. +   clever.  quick  -  thinking.  logical.  honest  to  the  point  of  being  blunt.  intuitive.  -   secretive.  untrusting.  obsessive.  withdrawn.  pretentious. 

jason  “jase”  valois,     king  of  france.  married  to  viviana  deluca.  brother  of  maragux  valois,  jenna  valois,  rafael  valois,  lucas  valois,  theodore  valois,  and  martin  valois. +   a  king  of  the  people.  generous.  fair.  kind.  strong. -   easily  manipulated.  willful.  obsessive.  passive.  thoughtless. 

margaux  valois,     french  princess.  more  badass  than  all  her  brothers  put  together.  elder  sister  of  jase  valois,  jenna  valois,  rafael  valois,  theodore  valois,  and  martin  valois. +   strong.  intuitive.  brilliant.  fiesty.  wise. -   stubborn.  paranoid.  nagging.  opinionated.  overly  critical  and  judgemental.

kieran  nox,     death.  the  leader  of  the  four  horsemen  of  the  apocalypse. +   non  judgemental.  willful.  strong.  wise.  confident. -   narcissistic.  arrogant.  stubborn.  willful.  uncompromising

erika  queen,     conquest.  the  victor  of  the  four  horsemen  of  the  apocalypse. +   witty.  adventurous.  passionate.  fearless.  charming. -   always  has  to  be  right.  blunt.  arrogant.  shameless.  sly.

grace  gold,     ice  dragon.  daughter  of  the  earth  and  moon.  sister  to  tara  gold. +   warm.  sweet.  thoughtful.  caring.  loyal. -   passive.  rash.  judgy.  touchy.  sanctimonious.

azriel  eldrin,     elf.  the  queen’s  personal  guard. +   loyal  to  death.  rational.  quick  thinking.  courteous.  brave. -   obsessive.  prim  and  proper.  arrogant.  vain.  rigid.

lana  zenovia,     the  key.  she  is  the  key  that  opens  other  dimensions,  along  with  the  gates  of  hell   /   hades  and  the  pearly  gates  themselves.  constantly  reincarnated. +   hopeful.  optimistic.  generous.  kind.  strong. -   opinionated.  paranoid.  secretive.  nervous.  touchy.

ripley  savage,     princess  and  the  last  daughter  of  the  planet  ragnum.  she  goes  by  the  alias  ghost  or  ghost  slayer.  after  the  death  of  her  planet,  she  became  an  intergalactic  outlaw. +   clever.  witty.  keen.  intuitive.  resourceful. -   uncompromising.  judgemental.  touchy.  thoughtless.  vain.

commander  cleo,     commander  of  caelesti’s  armies.  works  directly  under  a  the  god  malicious.  the  best  of  the  best  of  the  second  dimension’s  soldiers. +   strong.  brave.  unwavering.  heroic.  loyal. -   ruthless.  vengeful.  arrogant.  stubborn.  tactless. 

arden  ignatius,     phoenix.  prometheus  stole  fire  from  mount  olympus  and  gave  it  to  humanity,  and,  from  that  fire,  he  created  the  first  ever  phoenix  to  watch  over  humanity. +   wise.  caring.  strong.  brave.  loyal. -   prim.  lazy.  tactless.  vague.  self  -  indulgent. 

natharia,     kelpie.  travels  through  dimensions. +   wise.  brilliant.  clever.  witty.  funny. -   selfish.  thoughtless.  uncaring.  passive.  sly.

kendall  constance,     newborn  vampire.  after  the  disappearance  of  her  boyfriend,  valentino  xavier  reyes,  kenall  went  searching  for  him  only  to  find  herself  in  trouble  and  a  vampire!  +   loyal.  caring.  blunt.  resourceful.  tough. -   selfish.  arrogant.  temperamental.  judgy.  rash.

joy  “jj”  jenner,     heretic.  part  of  zarya  angelov’s  growing  coven  of  heretics. +   honest.  actual  royalty.  brilliant.  daring.  straight  -  forward. -   narcissistic.  vain.  thoughtless.  spoiled.  petty.    

harlow  reid,     hybird.  the  first  hybrid  that  was  turned  by  niklaus  mikaelson  using  the  blood  of  the  doppelganger  that  came  before  katherine  pierce. +   curious.  loyal.  clever.  quick  -  witted.  warm. -   secretive.  passive.  sly.  guarded.  willful.

fleur  bellerose,     empathic  vampire.  she  was  trying  to  find  a  cure  for  her  dying  mother  when  she  learned  of  viviana  deluca’s  true  identity,  but  viviana  was  too  late  getting  there  to  save  fleur’s  mother,  so  she  offered  to  turn  fleur  instead.  fleur  has  always  been  empathic.  +   caring.  loving.  kind.  positive.  genuine. -   withdrawn.  impatient.  neurotic.  nosy.  obnoxious.

caterina  gabrielle  deluca,     light  made  flesh.  she  was  a  gift  from  the  heavens  for  her  mothers,  vienna  and  briar  deluca.  niece  of  viviana  deluca,  gabriel  and  jenna  sharp,  and  freya  sharp.  sister  to  valentino  xavier  reyes  -  deluca,  avery  mae  deluca,  archer  vincenzo  deluca,  and  lucia  violetta  quintana  -  deluca.  cousin  to  too  many  to  count. +   compassionate.  all  heart.  accepting.  warm.  caring. -   quick  to  judge  sometimes.  assuming.  stubborn.  willful.  extreme  in  everything.

valentino  xavier  reyes  -  deluca,     werewolf.  accidentally  killed  his  best  friend  in  a  car  crash  and  triggered  his  werewolf  gene.  was  found  scared  and  alone  by  vienna  deluca  after  his  first  full  moon,  and  she  brought  him  home.  adoptive  son  of  vienna  and  briar  deluca.  adoptive  brother  to  caterina  gabrielle  deluca,  avery  mae  deluca,  archer  vincenzo  deluca,  and  lucia  violetta  emilia  quintana  -  deluca.  adoptive  nephew  to  viviana  deluca,  gabriel  and  jenna  sharp,  and  freya  sharp.  too  many  adoptive  cousins  to  count. +   sweet.  caring.  compassionate.  generous.  genuine. -   quick  to  temper.  touchy.  hesitant.  nervous.  overly  cautious.

avery  mae  deluca,     angel   /   warlock  hybird.  in  avery’s  warlock  bloodline,  twins  have  to  merge  at  the  age  of  twenty  one,  with  the  stronger  twin  winning.  avery  is  the  twin  to  archer  vincenzo  deluca.  avery  has  a  growing  darkness  in  her  that  will  end  up  in  her  overtaking  her  brother  in  the  merging  and  avery  turning  full  -  demon,  unless  the  merging  is  stopped  by  her  adoptive  sister,  caterina  gabrielle  deluca,  because  caterina  is  made  of  pure  light.  also  the  addoptive  sister  of  valentino  xavier  reyes  -  deluca  and  lucia  violetta  emilia  quintana  -  deluca.  adoptive  niece  of  viviana  deluca,  gabriel  and  jenna  sharp,  and  freya  sharp.  also  has  too  many  cousins  to  count. +   witty.  resourceful.  rational.  confident.  independent. -   dark.  sly.  secretive.  hot  tempered.  vain.

archer  vincenzo  deluca,     angel   /   warlock  hybrid.  in  archer’s  warlock  bloodline,  twins  have  to  merge  at  the  age  of  twenty  one,  with  the  stronger  twin  winning.  archer  is  the  twin  to  avery  mae,  and  will  end  up  losing  in  the  merge  unless  it  can  be  stopped  by  his  adoptive  sister,  caterina  gabrielle  deluca.  archer  is  being  hunted  by  his  demon  grandfather.  archer  is  the  adoptive  son  of  vienna  and  briar  deluca,  nephew  of  viviana  deluca,  gabriel  and  jenna  sharp,  and  freya  sharp.  archer’s  other  adoptive  siblings  are  valentino  xavier  reyes  -  deluca,  and  lucia  violetta  emilia  quintana  -  deluca.  archer  has  too  many  cousins  to  count. +   sweet.  thoughtful.  quiet.  trustworthy.  polite. -   carries  around  a  dark  secret.  neurotic.  pessimistic.  weak  willed.  depressed.

lucia  violetta  emilia  quintana  -  deluca,     demigod.  lucia  is  the  biological  daughter  of  neptune,  the  god  of  the  sea.  since  lucia’s  mother  was  a  practicing  wiccan  and  dabbled  in  witchcraft,  though  not  a  full  witch,  lucia's  demigod  powers  are  used  in  witch  -  like  ways.  lucia’s  mother  dies,  and  she  ends  up  in  briar  deluca’s  foster  care  system  for  supernatural  children,  and  vienna  and  briar  decide  to  adopt  her.  she  is  the  adoptive  sister  of  caterina  gabrielle  deluca,  valentino  xavier  reyes  -  deluca,  avery  mae  deluca,  and  archer  vincenzo  deluca.  she  is  the  adoptive  niece  of  viviana  deluca,  gabriel  and  jenna  sharp,  and  freya  sharp.  she  has  too  many  adoptive  cousins  to  count. +   peppy.  bright.  brave.  honest.  energetic. -   vain.  vengeful.  insecure.  jealous.  overly  critical. 

guiliano  luther  rose  -  deluca,     elf   /   vampire  hybird.  almost  a  thousand  years  after  having  their  daughters,  rowan  alessia  and  stella  viktoria,  viviana  deluca  and  alyssandra  rose  decide  they  want  one  more  child,  and,  thus,  guilano  is  born. +   kind.  gentle.  thoughtful.  free  -  spirited.  curious. -   quick  to  anger.  stubborn.  willful.  arrogant.  moody.

rosalie  saito,     vampire   /   forest  nymph  hybird.  before  she  turned,  rosalie  was  unaware  that  she  had  any  forest  nymph  in  her  because  it  was  her  great  -  great  grandmother  who  was  the  nymph,  and  her  families  powers  had  dwindled  with  every  generation.  but  when  viviana  deluca  sired  rosalie,  her  nymph  abilities  were  supercharged,  and  now  she  has  the  power  to  control  and  communicate  with  not  only  nature,  but  animals,  as  well. +   witty.  loyal.  logical.  protective.  responsible.  -   withdrawn.  quiet.  depressed.  shy.  vague. 

devyn  zezza,     vampire.  devyn  was  the  cast  out  of  her  village,  as  she  was  tall  and  large  and  manly.  but  viviana  deluca  found  her  fascinating,  and  devyn  became  the  first  vampire  viviana  turned.  ever  since  then,  devyn’s  gone  by  many  aliases,  but  she  keeps  her  last  name,  zezza,  as  it’s  italian,  in  appreciation  of  her  italian  sire  and  mentor. +   deathly  loyal.  protective.  fierce.  strong.  unwavering. -   vengeful.  ruthless.  bloodthirsty.  cruel.  a  real  predator. 

theon  chevalier,     vampire.  theon’s  was  a  french  lord,  but  was  unsuited  for  royal  life,  so  his  mother  sought  out  viviana  deluca  and  paid  her  handsomely  to  kill  her  son.  and  she  was  in  the  middle  of  doing  so  when  theon  awoke,  and,  there  was  something  in  his  eyes  that  made  her  change  her  mind.  he  was  an  awful  man,  a  whore,  a  pig,  but  he  looked  at  her  with  such  understanding  that  he  was  going  to  die,  and  he  told  her  he  knew  it  was  his  mother’s  doing,  and  she  just.  she  couldn’t  kill  him.  so,  she  turned  him  on  a  trial  basis.  and,  ever  since,  he’s  been  blindingly  loyal  to  her,  despite  continuing  with  his  drunken,  whorish  ways. +   loyal.  protective.  courageous.  never  gives  up.  witty. -   weasly.  alcoholic.  man  whore.  melodramatic.  moody.

aria  alleva,     seelie  princess.  in  seelie  custom,  the  twelfth  born  to  the  seelie  queen  and  king  is  the  official  heir  to  the  seelie  throne.  and,  in  this  generation,  aria  is  the  twelfth  born.  and  she  put  up  with  her  royal  duties  for  awhile,  but  she  so  loathed  them,  and  the  idea  of  being  queen  made  her  miserable.  all  she  wanted  to  be  was  free,  so,  one  day,  she  ran  away. +   sweet.  naive.  wise.  compassionate.  free. -   insecure.  cowardly.  moody.  gullible.  easily  manipulated. 

elizabeth,     the  first  witch.  fearing  the  darkness  and  magick  that  filled  the  land,  the  first  people  got  together  and  voted  a  sacrifice.  that  sacrifice  was  elizabeth   (  or  so  she  is  now  known  )   and,  together,  they  gathered  up  all  the  magick  and  darkness  in  the  land  and  sealed  it  in  the  body  of  this  one  girl.  elizabeth  is  the  most  powerful  being  that  walks  the  earth,  but  the  amount  of  power  has  driven  her  completely  insane,  so  she  cannot  use  it  all. +   wise.  thoughtful.  genuine.  blunt.  strong. -   unstable.  speaks  in  riddles.  terrifying.  shy.  unable  to  control  her  magick.

logan  hunter,     hellhound.  logan  was  hailed  the  most  vicious  and  bloodthirsty  hellhound  the  devil  had  ever  trained,  and,  after  five  thousand  years  of  loyal  service,  he  granted  her  a  retirement.  though,  she  sees  it  more  as  a  snub  than  a  gift.  now,  she  works  as  a  supernatural  bounty  hunter,  and  she’s  trying  so  hard  to  return  to  hell  where  she  belongs. +   loyal.  protective.  principled.  strong.  fearless. -   surly.  vain.  ruthless.  cruel.  shoots  first,  asks  questions  later.

griffin  brooks,     hunter.  there  are  many  kinds  of  supernatural  hunters.  griffin’s  line  is  somewhat  supernatural  themselves,  gaining  supernatural  strength,  speed,  reflexes,  ect  when  they  come  of  age  at  sixteen  years  old.  they  also  gain  a  spirit  animal  that  looks  after  and  protects  them  on  hunts,  and  they  take  on  aspects  of  their  animal  depending  on  what  animal  it  is.  since  griffin’s  is  a  fox,  she  is  especially  charming  and  clever.  +   strong.  fiesty.  brave.  true.  noble. -   impatient.  arrogant.  vain.  cunning.  irrational.

cosima  nightly,     spirit  kitsune.  a  mixture  of  teen  wolf  and  japenese  mythology  with  a  little  mythology  of  the  chinese  huli  jing  mixed  in.  very,  very  old.  has  nine  tales. +   wise.  honest.  advisor.  spiritual.  strong  in  body,  mind,  and  soul. -   sly.  secretive.  cunning.  aloof.  patronizing.

garrick,     wrath.  personification  of  one  of  the  seven  deadly  sins. +   protective.  resourceful.  smart.  witty.  resilient. -    filled  with  constant  rage.  arrogant.  temperamental.  judgemental.  ruthless.

nyx,     the  goddess  of  night.  in  this  portrayal,  nyx  is  also  the  mother  of  monsters. +   loyal.  wise.  honest.  profound.  brilliant. -   dark.  mysterious.  easily  angered.  protective  to  a  fault.  cruel.

siena  orlena,     innocence.  she  is  the  previously   human  personification  of  innocence,  and  she  was  a  scottish  princess  in  her  human  life,  but  she's  evolved  to  be  immortal  like  most  personifications.  she  likes  going  back  to  school  every  now  and  again  to  keep  up  with  modern  culture.  very  soft.  very  pure. +   innocent.  pure.  soft  spoken.  kind.  wise. -   prim  and  proper.  pretentious.  pompous.  ignorant.  easily  manipulated. 

chase  cody,     tragedy  in  human  form.  new  york  socialite  and  budding  actress  and  model.  daughter  to  two  of  the  biggest  names  in  hollywood.  at  the  start  of  her  career   (  15  y/o  or  so  )   she  started  getting  creepy  letters  from  a  fan  who  eventually  evolved  into  a  stalker.  he  became  so  obsessed  with  her  that  he  killed  everyone  he  thought  was  standing  in  the  way  of  their  “relationship"  including  both  her  parents,  her  sister,  her  boyfriend,  and  two  of  her  friends.  so  chase  moved  to  try  and  escape  him  because  no  matter  how  hard  the  police  and  fbi  tried,  they  couldn't  capture  him  so  they  put  her  in  protective  custody.   +   generous.  gracious.  compassionate.  animal  lover.  media  darling. -   rebellious.  depressed.  withdrawn.  guarded.  shy.

falcon  arcane,     “genie.”  everyone  is  born  with  a  gene  that  gives  them  what  can  only  be  described  with  superhero  or  supernatural  powers.  some  are  born  with  this  gene  activated  already,  but  most  aren’t.  genies  spent  centuries  and  centuries  in  hiding  until  world  war  two  when  nazi  scientists  started  experimenting  on  some  they  found,  and  they  learned  that  this  gene  can  be  activated  with  brain  alteration.  they  were  shut  down  after  the  war,  and  genies  went  back  into  hiding,  but  falcon’s  mother  picked  the  experiments  back  up  after  her  twins,  falcon  and  vincent,  showed  signs  of  being  genies.  her  experiments  targeted  her  children,  and  how  to  make  them  even  more  powerful.  she  built  an  empire  on  these  experiments  after  being  successful  with  her  children,  and  started  activating  others  genie  genes.  falcon  has  spent  most  of  her  life  rebelling  against  her  mother,  while  her  twin  brother  is  their  mother’s  pride  and  joy.  so,  falcon  is  under  constant  supervision  and  imprisonment,  until  she  agrees  to  work  with  her  mother  and  bring  in  the  “nobodies”  of  the  world  for  the  experiments. +   quick  -  witted.  resourceful.  charming.  compassionate.  tough. -   manipulative.  rebellious.  stubborn.  willful.  paranoid.  cold.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Why Are You Talking To Me? - Kai Parker

Kai Parker x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,100

Summary: “You don’t know me, why are you talking to me?” Reader is sitting alone in Mystic Grill, Kai see’s this and goes and sits next to her and talks to her. Reader is use to being an outcast and alone so Kai doing this is a little unnerving

Authors Note: My prompt /    f/d=favorite drink

Masterlist

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People were busy all around the Grill. It is dinner-rush so it’s to be expected. I’m just sitting alone here with my f/d and a basket of fries. Scrolling through my phone and acausally writing stuff down I normally do this, sitting alone. Being alone in general.

I live in the town of Mystic Falls, Virginia. A town filled with supernatural creatures: mainly Vampires, Witches, and acausally a werewolf here and there. Once even a Hybrid.

Me, I stay out of all the supernatural drama. No one knows that I’m supernatural or what I am. An I intend to keep it that way.

I’m a siphoner but I’m also a vampire. I guess it’s called a Heretic.

Suddenly I noticed someone sitting across from me in my booth. I looked at him raising one eyebrow looking around confused.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked him not understanding why a stranger was sitting with me.

“Sitting” he replied

“No, I mean. You don’t know me, why are you talking to me?” I spoke with a careful voice

“We might not know each other but we should.” he said with a confident tone and a smile that brightened his face

“Why should we?” I looked at him quizzingly. Not knowing why he thought we should get to know each other, probably just a bad pickup line.

“Because you and I, we are the same.” he smiled again taking a couple fries from my basket of them. Yep, this guy is crazy. He pointed between the two of us.

“We are nothing alike. I can say that and mean it” I told him. Although to him I’m just trying to get rid of him. But to me its because I’m not normal.

“I wouldn’t say that. I mean your a Heretic, right?” he asked giving me the ‘duh’ look, hoping that I don’t play the long game

“How do you know that?” I looked around hoping no one heard him. How does he know that about me its not a sensible thing. Not by smell, look, or touch.

“Chill. Look I’m one too, ok? Relax.” he laughed pointing to himself. He looked generally happy

“How? We are not a rare thing it only happens like once in a lifetime.” I asked him with wide eyes. Not believing there is another Heretic.

“Wowow look I’ll tell you every gory detail as long as you tell me yours.” he smiled and I nodded agreeing to tell him my story.

We probably talked for hours he told me his story, and to be honest I felt bad for him. His family treated him like shit all because he was born different than his siblings, it’s not like he could control it.

I told him mine. I’m from 1784 and I was just a siphoner back then I got turned by Klaus Mikaelson. He didn’t know what would happen but we guessed and it worked. I became both. The Mikaelsons took me in when my family kicked me out. They hated that I was different and not like them so they kicked me out. Klaus found me, took me in and even gave me the family name.

“Hey it’s closing time you guys have to leave.” one of the waiters said before passing our table to go clean others. No doubt waiting for us to leave and be able to clean our table.

We looked at each other and finished our drinks. Once we finished them we headed out.

“Well that was nice” Kai stated once out of the Grill and put his jacket on

“What was? What was nice?” I asked him looking up at him before we crossed the street to sit at one of the benches.

“Hanging out with someone understands how it felt to be a siphoner and a person who doesn’t hate me for everything I’ve done. It was nice not being alone.” he said sitting down next to me. Looking over with what I assume is happiness. Something tells me from his past that he doesn't feel that often.

“Yeah, it was.” I spoke softly. He looked at me questioningly, quietly asking me to go on “I’m normally all by myself, alone. Don’t want anyone to find out what I am. I don’t want to get dragged into all the supernatural crap that goes on in this town.” I told him honestly. Looking at my hands that rest in my lap.

“I get that, I wish I wasn’t as big of a part in it as I am.” he confused looking down to. I could tell he regretted some of what he did.

“It was nice to meet you Kai” I said after some time of silence. I stood up ready to head home.

“Wait! Wait! I don’t want this to end” he rushed out standing up quickly, grabbing ahold of her arm

“What do you suggest?” I questioned hoping he had a good plan or at least idea

“Well I would like to take you out on a date” he stood straight up and smiles interlacing both your hands

“Kai I don’t-” I started to stutter out but he cut me off, although I’m kind of glad he did.

“I know you don’t want to get sucked into all the supernatural drama that goes on in this godforsaken town. But we can keep you a secret from them. And if they find out about you we just tell them your human. No need to let them know everything, right?” he pleaded giving puppy dog eyes. I could see the hope they held. I want to give it a shot but I really don’t want to get caught up in the Mystic Falls drama that goes on so often.

“I guess but how do you suggest we do this?” I looked at him not knowing where to start

“Just like any other relationship, I guess” he shook his head with a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth

“Kai I don’t-”

“Please. . .just take a chance, on this, us” He begged moving one heard to your right cheek cupping it, holding the side of my face. I leaned into it.

“Ok” I agreed with a big smile

Even if I got sucked into all the crap an drama I would have Kai by my side.

As we decided to head back to my place he swung his arm around my shoulders and every time we passed someone Kai pulled me into his side. Shielding me from anything and anyone that could be harmful. This hopefully will all work out.

#kai #parker #kai parker #kai parker imagine #imagine kai parker #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagines #Chris Wood #chris #wood #tvd #the vampire diaries #x reader #reader #x #imagines #imagine

[creativeafterdark]

Keep Trying

"WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE NEEDED YOU?! WHEN I NEEDED YOU?!"

Chaos stared sadly at the Creator of the Cybertron.  It was clear the words of one of his children weighed heavily on his mind.

"Rung?"  The Cybertronian God looked up at the Deity, eyes tired and dim.  "May I sit beside you?"

Rung nodded, moving slightly to allow Chaos a seat.  They sat in silence for a few moments, allowing Rung to compose himself.

"Being a creator is not easy."

Rung blinked in surprise and turned towards the older god. They took a breath and contined.

"You can hold so many lives in your hands...and want to help every one of them...  But even we gods have limits... We are just as our creations... We have thoughts and feelings.. and circumstances that not everyone can understand.  But to see what we created, our children, suffer when we can't be there...  It is a pain that very few can understand."  They looked over at Rung, tears in their eyes.  "To see them hurting each other... I understand that pain.  I cannot take it away."

"Chaos, I..."

A gentle hand rested on Rung's shoulder. "There will be those who are angry you left.  But unlike others... you were able to come back.  And that should count for something."

"...You sound as though you speak from experience."

Chaos smiled sadly at their fellow God.  Warm arms wrapped around him for a moment.

"Your children and mine... they aren't that different."  After the arms left him, the Deity spoke again.  "There are more Deities here that understand your pain.  Perhaps talking to them will help.  It won't stop the pain, but at least you will know you aren't alone."

Chaos rose from their seat and began to walk away.

"And you?"  Rung asked. "How do you deal with this pain?"

The Deity paused a moment, considering the question.

"I do as you are.  I keep trying.  I don't always suceed, but I keep trying."

~~

Hi yes, I wanted to write something comforting but angsty. And I finally got the burst of energy to do it.

Inspired by @witchysolfan ‘s art of Rung interacting with Ratchet.

I’m excited to see where this idea goes in the au

#witches heretics and other outcasts #other's aus #my thoughts: chaos #I was listening to so many said yet hopeful songs writing this #i always liked the thought of Gods not being as all powerful as we make them out to be #even someone like Chaos #but they love their creations and try to be there for use when they can

[blackjacketmuses]

hc; sparda 1

HISTORY

Sparda’s demon species is insectlike, and lays their young in dead large demons --- thousands of eggs at a time. These eggs hatch, and the young eat their way out of the corpse before beginning to cannibalize one another. The survivors of this feeding frenzy  find a dark and wet place to hide alone and enter a chrysalis state, in which they remain for a century before hatching properly as their fully grown selves.

Sparda is small for his species, only 9 feet or so tall, but he was one of the survivors of his brood. He, like all of them, chose his own name, and followed his own instinct to become stronger and gain more power. That is how his species lives, a constant quest for more, to gather power and continue evolving, until they reach their truest form and pinnacle and their mutable and ever changing form settles into a permanent one.

Sparda did this, eventually joining another power-hungry demon named Mundus as he amassed an army --- he had not the taste for conquest as the other man, only seeking power, but all the same, the two fought side by side for a long time.

It was only when Mundus declared his intent to attack the human world and subjugate it, just before Sparda would take his final form, that the young demon (only five hundred years post chrysalis, unlike Mundus’ nine hundred) took pause. He was a demon, but he had honor, and fighting and destroying those that were so helpless and weak didn’t sit right with him. Curious as to why Mundus wanted them under his thumb, he slipped through a rift in the human world and took a human guise, walking among them for a time to watch and investigate. He found these humans...fascinating, not at all like demons, with a capability for a great many things he had never seen in the Underworld, long and compassion and selflessness. He found...he didn’t want them to be subjugated, destroyed by Mundus’ hand. So he stood up to his former friend, and thus began a war.

Sparda never intended to start a war, or become the leader of an army, or fall into legend--- he wasn’t even fighting for truly selfless reasons. He simply liked humans, and didn’t think it right they be crushed under the heel of stronger beings just because. They were interesting, and he wanted them to survive, to see what they could become. He didn’t really feel like this was commendable, and yet others did. Humans began to worship and admire him, and he took it in bewildered stride--- though he didn’t really act upon any of this, simply moving to fight for their sake, finding he...liked the praise and kind words, things no demon ever was given.

He also gathered demons to him, demons that were outcasts and unsure of their place, weaker demons and nes that liked humanity or simply didn’t like Mundus, or liked him. They fought beside him, and...found themselves emulating humanity, forming true bonds as friends rather than as fellow soldiers or as subordinate and master.

In the end, after sealing Mundus away into the lowest level of the Underworld, Sparda sealed the human and demon worlds with the help of a human priestess giving her life --- once close and connected, though separate --- closing the pathways save for occasional rifts or gates. He and his most loyal men stayed on the human side, just in case, and they gave themselves to him as Devil Arms to supplement the power he had lost in using his own souls’ blade to lock the tower gate behind him.

Secreting away the jewel that formed the lock on this side, Sparda vanished into legend. He had no use in seeking more power, now that he was at his height and could not gain more, as he was using that power as a seal --- so he simply faded into the background, taking a human guise and watching as humanity grew and evolved.

Over the years, he reluctantly (at first) found himself defending humanity again and again from other demons that came through rifts and gates, killing some and subjugating others. As the centuries passed he grew to enjoy this, partially out of spite at how much his own people loathed him now, and partially out of a genuine enjoyment of the fight that nothing else could give him.

He met and befriended many humans over the centuries, but never grew close; he felt apart from humans, given that he was a demon, and they were not equals to him. He didn’t look down on them, no, but he saw them as weaker and fragile, sweet and fascinating but in need of protection. He stayed apart from them, though cultivating a human identity (many, over the years) to be able to have money and property and interact with humans if needed. But he stayed aloof, stayed distant, every so often befriending a human or two for a time, occasionally coming back to check on their descendants.

At some point, for a hundred years’ time, he lived and ruled on Fortuna as a sort of lord and guardian to the people there. It wasn’t that big of a deal to him, really, as there was a huge Hellgate there he ended up having to sea properly and protect the people from, but it was only much later he learned that the people of the city had adopted him as a legitimate god. This made him uncomfortable, and he avoided the place after that.

One stop he made regularly was at the island of Vie de Marli, where some of the descendants of the priestess and her order had settled along with other outcasts and people branded heretics --- he aided them again, sealing away a demon lord named Argosax, and all but adopted them afterwards as a sort of guardian. They were the closest to true human friends he had, though he was still distant --- something that his closest friend here, a half-demon named Ester that everyone called Matier, constantly harassed him about. She thought he needed to let himself see humans as equals, to truly live among them as one of them --- he was holding himself still in limbo, not existing in either world, and he needed to hurry up and accept his new home, something he had yet to truly do.

He could not find it in himself to do so for the longest time, unable to find a reason to connect with humanity, make that final step into accepting this world as his own. He was its guardian, a demon protecting the ephemeral and endlessly fascinating humans, but he wasn’t and could never be one of them. Humanity just wasn’t something he could be part of, experience. (This was an argument made in true self-unaware fashion, as humanity had long begun to rub off on him and make him a very unique demon indeed in small ways.)

However, in the year 1965, Sparda ran into a hotheaded and brave young witch named Eva Maylis, who helped protect her city from demons as did the rest of her family. Her courage and ferocity and compassion drew him in almost immediately, though it took a few months of mishaps and shenanigans (and Eva setting him on fire once) for them to be able to get to know each other. Eva was the first human who made Sparda feel...feel different, than he did about humans, the first one that truly reached out and tried to understand how he felt and why, who tried to bridge the gap he felt and who loved him as the flawed and imperfect being he was rather than the legendary knight most saw. Eva was very different, and he found himself falling in love with her as well, the first human he ever felt that way for.

Eva’s presence in his life slowly drew him into the human world properly, and he settled on the name/alias that he would go by from then on --- Aaron Iskandar. (Count Iskandar, as some human or other had given him the title at some point and it and what came with it stuck.) He and Eva bought a house in Red Grave City, Michigan, and married (a very small and private ceremony on Vie de Marli, at Matier’s insistence, and officiated by the woman herself), and began to build a true life for themselves, for Sparda, finally being a part of the world he’d protected and truly grown to love for so long. It was strange, at first, having to actually navigate the human world for once, after choosing to accept fully his life here, but he grew to love it just as much.

In 1977, Eva gave birth to twin boys, and Sparda adored them. His sons were now the most important things in his life besides his wife, and he knew they would be special. He had never had a family before, being a demon, and at first had no idea how to handle small squishy infants, but the concept of having a family, a real human family, was overwhelming. He knew, though, that if they were ever discovered it would be dangerous, with them so young, and began to come up with ways to protect them.

Knowing doing so was only weakening him further, he used his power to create two blades --- Yamato and Rebellion --- just for the boys. Their initial forms were basic, but he knew that as they grew, their nature as demons would shape and evolve them as they gained power. However, their base powers would remain the same, only grow stronger: Yamato was a sword of separation, and Rebellion a sword of binding together. He also took the jewel that was the key to Temen-ni-Gru (something that he’d long worn on his person as an amulet) and broke it in two, knowing it would protect them and keep them safe and help stem their power until it was ready to be awakened in full. He kept it on him, though, intending to give it to them when they were older and their blood first began to stir.

Sparda doted on his boys, teaching them swordplay with wooden toys and telling them stories of his own adventures --- cloaking them as fairy tales --- to prepare them for the day he’d have to tell them the truth. But until then, he and Eva raised them as humans. Well, humans with incredible powers of regeneration and some demonic behaviors.

His Devil Arms doted on the boys as well, most of them able to take human forms as their father’s “business associates”, but a few --- Stolas, Camio, Sitri, and Othrus --- taking animal forms and hanging around the children as ‘pets’ or, in poor Stolas’s case, Dante’s beloved “toy” owl.

However, in 1985, Sparda got word of the seal upon Mundus himself weakening, and without thinking, he gathered his Devil Arms and guns and took off, ready to fight and heedless of his weakened state --- he, still proud and arrogant, thought he could handle it himself, and protect his family. He left the dual amulets with Eva, then, his only failsafe, and took off. It was a trap, in the end and he was soundly defeated by Mundus, dragged off and imprisoned himself in the bowels of hell along with his Arms.

Sparda was tortured by the witch Malphas --- one of Mundus’s right hands --- for two years, and she eventually was able to tear from his mind the location of his human family. This is how Mundus found them. After this, he was dragged into Mundus’ throne room --- as the demon king was greatly weakened and sealed in the lowest level, but not dead or dormant --- and displayed as a prisoner, the traitor and soft and weak dark knight, chained up and displayed publicly so that any of Mundus’s men could torment and torture and abuse him as they liked.

However, this was changed some ten or eleven years later, when one of his sons was defeated and captured by Mundus. Sparda was able to sense Vergil’s torture and broke free, killing many demons in an attempt to save his son, but was caught and beaten down and sealed away again, this time in the block of ice behind Mundus’ throne, half-dead, unaware, and unconscious. There he remains, a trophy of the demon king even after his defeat by the younger of the two sons of Sparda.

#;hc: sparda #(( there WILL be a post on the arms soon i promise i love all these dumb demons )) #;long post

[spiritxweaver]

Arachne ~ Persona Info

‘ Will you give them that reminder of the food chain or will you allow them to tower over you? I thought as much. Come my little one, let us be rid of these ants.

I am tho, tho art I. Let us be the grim reminder that death shouldn’t be made for profit.’

Name: Arachne the Heretic Spiderwitch

Arcana: Death

Element(s) : Curse & Psy

Other Abilities: She can use her spiders as scouts that would leave the party and any who travel with Akina, undetected. When the confidant rank with Akina is past 4, there is a possibility for ambushing enemies to be instantly confused and attack each other. This confusion lasts for at least two rounds, depending on how close Joker is with Akina.

Minor Bio: As a talented witch who was known for creating magical items during a war between her kin and death reapers; she experimented with the sacrifices of witch souls and her own magic. Doing so made her an outcast among her people and was hunted for several years. In the end, however, she was captured and made as a prisoner to the head shinigami to atone for her sins.

#arachne #Muse persona #{Information in undercut

[incursionofthedamnedrpg]

Hattie Brent accepted! We loved your bio, Sarah, and can’t wait to have more heretics on our dash. You know what to do!

Name: Sarah

Age: 23

Timezone: EST

State an account where we can message you: Any of my characters

How active you’re going to be: (1-10) same

How did you find out about this roleplay? in it

Why do you want to play this character? because MUUUUUSE

Anything else you would like to tell us? (Changes, suggestions…etc) I saw the anon about oc heretics and I had a character in mind for a while so I figured I could modify her a bit and make it work in such a way that it doesn’t take away from the already existing canon bios.

IC:

Preferred Ships: HattiexChemistry

Sample para:

RFP

Name: Clare Henrietta “Hattie” Brent Birthday: June 20th (20/138) Species: Vampire (Heretic) Lookalike: Lily James Availability: Taken

Personality

With her sweet face and charming smile, Hattie could make any fool believe that she’s a lovely and innocent young woman, which of course she consistently uses in her favor. Don’t let looks deceive, she’s deadly and will crush someone without thinking twice. That’s not to say she’s completely heartless, it just takes her a lot to let someone truly in. She makes them earn her trust even if she’s not all that trustworthy herself.

Past

Born in 1880 in Dedham, Essex, England, Clare Henrietta Brent, or Hattie as she was known to most, was a spitfire right from the beginning. Her family was a coven of witches, on her father’s side, and to them magic was life. Which was unfortunate for little Hattie as she was born different from most. Unlike those around her born with magic, she only had the ability to siphon magic from others, having none of her own. During this time in her young life, her mother was her protector, keeping her safe from those who saw her as an abomination, including the girl’s own father. He was ashamed of what Hattie was, feeling that it reflected terribly upon him in the eyes of the coven.

In 1892, Hattie’s mother tragically died of typhoid fever, leaving her with her harsh and cruel father who treated her simply as a ward that he needed to feed and house. There was no love in their household any longer, her mother taking all of that with her upon passing. This caused the child who was once sweet and vibrant to become bitter and cold, growing angry over her father’s treatment of her. She hated being treated like an outcast who wasn’t worthy of everything the coven got to take part in together.

By the time she was 19, in 1889, Hattie had grown tired of the mistreatment from her father and from the coven that was supposed to be her family. It was then that she formed a plan, ready to free herself from this life that kept her feeling so chained. She waited until her father came home and told him in her sweetest voice that she had a surprise for him and to come into the kitchen. Once he entered the room she caught him off guard, grabbing hold onto his forearm, siphoning out all of his magic. Before he could do anything in response, the stepped out of the room and put up a boundary spell, keeping him trapped. Having magic coursing through her veins felt like a missing piece of her had finally been returned. With a word of farewell she used a spell that was one of the first she had come to know of, incendia, and set the room and the house ablaze. Escaping unscathed she left her past behind her, leaving the fire and her father’s death as a warning to the coven.

She traveled for a year on her own, enjoying all the freedoms that life had to offer that she never got to experience while under her father’s tyranny. There was so much more to the world than she could ever imagine. Even though her father’s magic had only lasted so long, it didn’t matter to her. Any life now was better than the one she had before. One night after dinner with a man she had conned into paying for her, Hattie found herself in a precarious situation, the man having grown quite angry after having being played. He was about to raise a hand against her face when his neck seemingly snapped on its own, his body crumpling to the floor. A voice spoke from behind Hattie, “Now was that any way to treat a lady?”, and that was the moment that she met Nora and Mary Louise, two siphoners who had been turned into vampires and were still able to keep using magic. Upon hearing of their stories and the family that they spoke of, Hattie knew that she just had to become a part of it all. They took her to meet Lily Salvatore who turned her after listening to all that she had been through and from then on she became the youngest member of their family of misfits.

In 1903, Hattie along with the rest of the Heretics, got on a boat in South Hampton, England to travel to Manhattan, New York to get back to the United States where Lily was from. On their way onto the boat, they came in contact with Lorenzo St. John, a man dying of consumption. Lily took pity on him and fed him her blood with the intention of turning him so he could join their family as well. Once they got to New York, the group decided to leave the boat (after killing all of the crew), and left the boat’s doctor there to help Enzo complete his transition. Deciding it was harsh to leave Enzo there on his own, Hattie offered to stay behind with the man and meet up with the rest of the family later.

However, plans quickly changed when Hattie looked out of a window on the boat and saw the Gemini coven ambushing her family. She watched in horror as they sent them to god knows where (the prison world) and decided that for her own sake, she had to flee, leaving Enzo behind to think he was abandoned. Luckily she was able to make it out without being spotted and got to safety.

From New York, Hattie made her way to Mystic Falls, intent on tracking down one of the Salvatore brothers to tell them what had become of their mother and her family, hoping that they would be willing to help her figure out how to get them all back. Before she had any chance of finding them, her uncle, her father’s brother, a prominent member of the Gemini coven had caught up with her. He snapped her neck and once she woke up again she was underground where he had weakened her with vervain and put chains on her wrists that prevented her from doing magic. Rather than killing her (as he saw that a punishment too light), he wanted her to suffer alone for all eternity. He chained her down to the walls and spelled the cellar so that no one would be able to enter and rescue her. There she would desiccate, alive but not truly living. In his eyes, it was the perfect revenge for what he saw as her crimes.

Present

Currently, Hattie is still trapped underground, wishing for one day to be set free and reunited with her family. After 115 years of desiccation, who knows what kind of person Hattie will be if she ever sees the light of day again. However, which her uncle long dead, the spell is broken and if one should stumble upon her she just might get her long awaited chance at freedom.

Connections

Lily Salvatore

In Hattie’s eyes, Lily became the mother that she had lost back in 1892. She was a good little daughter to her for the most part, but that’s not to say she didn’t have her moments of rebellion.

The Heretics

The Heretics are the family that Hattie always wanted. She loves them and wants nothing more than to find a way to reunite with them all.

Lorenzo St. John

The kinder side of Hattie took pity on the man who was dying of disease. It reminded her of her mother which was what prompted her to stay behind with him for the short amount of time that she did. She wonders often what has become of him and hopes that he has found a better fate than she and the rest of the family.

The Salvatore Brothers

After hearing of the brothers from Lily so long ago, they often take up time in her thoughts, wondering what they are like and if finding them could have changed her fate back in 1903.

#accepted

[ladyzerodark]

Asking the age old question:

Can I make Kicker likeable?

#things dark does #yes this is about the witches heretics and other outcasts au #there are so many kids that could be useful