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JASPER & KOL

Location : Ski Lodge - Sinclairs Character: Kol & Jasper - closed starter for @ofheroism​

IT was as if his life was on replay, it wasn’t that he disliked being around his family, it was just the mere fact that his brother Jasper had to marry the one woman who to this day, Kol is above. not to mention she was an eyesore. Their family trip at the Lodge was tradition, and wasn’t something that Kol was going to miss. considering the fiasco of Christmas, perhaps he was a little too on edge, and another, he would have to hunt the brunette who had snapped a photo. Turning his attention to his brother “Must you flaunt your looks, you have the face of a teenager.”

Jasper is easily baited by almost any of his family member’s remarks, on a normal occasion. However, there is something about this ski lodge (or perhaps the five glasses of champagne), that has him feeling on top of the world. Sure, Kol Sinclair may be more successful as a werewolf and a businessman and a son, but could he plan a party for the ages like this ? Absolutely not. With a grin, Jasper rubs a hand across a jaw, as if he’s forgotten his own facial structure. “ What can I say ? I always knew having a baby face would make me superior one day. Are you jealous yet ? ”

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𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣...

@derekshaws

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MIRANA & DEREK

The anger has left him, nothing but his underlying sadness showing through on his face now. He’s tired. “I would have gone with you. If you asked.” He doesn’t know why he needs her to know it. Needs her to know that all this time he was worried she left without him because he wasn’t trustworthy. That she somehow thought that his parents, or the hunters, or anything had been more important to him than her. He barely registers when the flames go out. They’re probably the reason she ran, but he still can’t wrap his head around the fact that she thought something like that would have changed things.

A shaky laugh escapes from his lips while she tells him about the perfect life he’s supposed to be living. “That’s a nice life you made up for me.” He wonders if that’s how she thinks things would have worked out for her if their roles had been reversed. That she would have been able to move on, to do things that had always been with each other, now suddenly alone day in and out. Maybe the young hunters in training wouldn’t have made her feel like she was suffocating because she wouldn’t see two teenagers messing around and think of him the way he had thought of her. It really isn’t her fault that he died, that had always been his own ego. He learned that day that he wasn’t invincible. “Guess you’re not the only one who got to have a funeral with an empty casket.” He said, letting his fangs show when he spoke. There was nothing left for him in Chicago. There hadn’t been since she left anyways. 

"I wouldn’t put you at risk like that,” she says without pausing for a beat, her voice devoid of emotion, like the words are etched into her brain from reciting them so many times. She’s barely listening at this point, her vision blurring as she tries to remain upright. “This isn’t real,” she whispers, even as logic reminds her that it’s impossible for her roommates to meet her hallucination. This is perhaps the most tragic twist of an already tragic tale, not that she grew up being manipulated into hunting her own kind or that she was possibly the offspring of something from the depths of hell, not that she’d run away from the one thing remaining in her life that she’d... been sure about, but that she’d survived for so long on the belief that giving Derek up was the only good thing she’d ever done in her sorry existence, and even that... led to his death. The fangs strike a distant warning bell, but she’s lost her sense of self-preservation for long enough that she only vaguely wonders whether demon blood would ward off a vampire. It’s the mention of a casket that has Mira inhaling a sharp breath, taking a step back as if to distance herself from the truth. “I... I didn’t... I only wanted...” She shakes her head again, because this isn’t an opportunity to seek... forgiveness or redemption. Vampires are just as vulnerable to fire as humans, that much she remembers, and she’s already ruined his life enough for multiple lifetimes, so bluntness is her only remaining defense. “Maybe there’s nothing left to return to in Chicago for either of us, then, but... Something is killing people in this town, and if it’s not either of us... you shouldn’t be here. You found me, okay ? Check it off your bucket list. Discovered best friend is a demon instead of dead. Next, going to visit the world’s largest ball of twine. There. Can’t that be enough for you ? ”

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Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

Rebecca Stead, Goodbye Stranger (via adentincrime)

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MIRANA & AVERY

Location: outside of her apartment Open starter

IT had been, what a few weeks since that incident, where she had almost lost her life. yet the images and memories of that night still haunt her. the realization that the supernatural are real, that it wasn’t something that was in her head. now hearing from their pizza guy it is all real. Vampires, werewolves, witches, whatever else was out there. frankly it was a lot to take in, and she was afraid that the very people she was close to, could be one of the supernatural. how was she to know? taking derek’s advice, she had gotten herself vervain necklace and kept the spray he left in her mailbox. she was out of it for the most part, taking it all in, she didn’t realize she bumped into someone. “I’m sorry.”

There was a strict rule in place against telling their human roommate about the fact that the rest of them were all... some sort of supernaturals, despite the fact that there’s never actually been a conversation about said rule. In fact, as she looks over her disheveled roommate with growing concern, Mira remembers half the house didn’t seem bothered enough to follow the blatantly said no fucking roommates rule either, so... This decision does seem somewhat up to her own discretion, and it’s clearly hurting Avery to not know. And yet... it’s easier to let the bystander effect come into play here and wait out someone else breaking the news to Avery, because what would she say when asked how she knew ? ‘ Ah, yeah, I found out I was a supernatural when I murdered my parents ’ ? ‘ There’s werewolves and vampires, and I’m probably half-demon ’ ? ‘ Let me know if you have any questions, I used to kill our friends, so I know a thing or two ’ ?  She exhales a deep breath. “ You... good, Danuil ? ” she asks at last. 

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when: january 27, 2023 where: in the forest bordering valdez who: OPEN

     This makes no sense, for the charming and sophisticated newcomer to Valdez to be deep in the forests alone. The situation doesn’t match any aspect of this newest identity she’s formed, and in the blink of an eye she spins a new tale, head tilting up from where she sits on her knees on the forest floor. “Oh, thank the stars,” she tells them, allowing her eyes to brim over with tears. Better to be seen as prey than predator. “Please tell me you know the way back to town ? I thought I heard a... Ruby-Crowned Kinglet, and, well, I only managed a terrible sequence of events instead,” she explains with a tearful smile. Yes, that sounds fitting. She was birdwatching, not searching for a human-shaped crater where she’d once landed...

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ROSEMARY & ELLIOT

Location: NYE event Elliot’s aparment characters: Elliot & Rosemary - closed starter for @ofheroism​

“What can I get you beautiful?” he states as he looks over at rosemary, he was happy to hear that she wanted to come to the new year’s eve party. he was needing a co-host and last time Reuben totally got drunk and who knows what he made of that. but he appreciated rosemary’s help with the decorations. “water, wine, beer? or something sweet that is non-alcoholic?” he smiles.

Rosemary cannot help the light flush from being called beautiful, but she quickly holds up her fruit dip with a grin. “You know me perfectly, something sweet and non-alcoholic, please. I set the fruit tray out already and desserts, in case anyone’s feeling festive and spice-y.” She laughs at her own joke, as the cupcakes are cinnamon-flavored. “Try this fruit dip, though. Does it taste alright with agave nectar instead of honey ? ”

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REUBEN & AVERY

HE still will not let that go, however, she will not let that be a nickname of sorts. he was the table thief. he had stopped her in her tracks, her usual witty comment halted at the tip of her tongue. she had two reasons for this, the first being that, she did say his best friend. the second being that he actually was smiling, and that was enough to confuse her. she had stared back at him in silence taking it in. she refused to think of that as a distraction. instead she pouted and scrunched her nose. after reaching for the cup, the slight brush of their fingers, she shook her head. again, he didn’t leave immediately. “oh, I highly doubt anything could be holding you against your will, let alone the role of a co-host. Elliot has brightened up the party with his personality.” she looks over at him. “eggnog.” she replies still unsure about his demeanor, or rather, polite act. it could very well be just that, an act.

“I value your admiration for my independence,” he retorts, glancing at her a little too long and he realized that he has... never considered that another person would observe his personality traits in the same way he reads others. It’s odd, having anyone other than Elliot and Alex get to know him, even if his rivalry with Avery makes it more unintentional than purposeful, and he turns to glance over at Elliot who looks preoccupied with a brunette talked animatedly enough that she almost knocks someone’s drink out of their hand. He laughs despite himself, then hands Avery a now full cup of eggnog, pouring one for himself. “What can I say? He is the sun to my stars,” Reuben jests in mock solemnity. “Shall we bother one another somewhere other than in front of all the drinks ? It’s quite selfish, really.” With that, he starts towards the closest empty space, the hallway entrance leading towards Elliot’s room, letting her decide whether to follow him. It’s his favorite corner to wallflower in during most of Elliot’s parties anyway. 

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when: december 31, 2022 where: ski lodge a few hours away who: @roxysinclair​

This is the first year that Jasper has not immediately set his sights on some attractive skier’s girlfriend who stayed at the lodge or rich socialite here to crash his annual party. It is rather exclusive, after all, as he doesn’t even invite members of his own pack. Still, this information does cause him to raise an eyebrow at his own actions before ordering another drink. He’s hardly had time to work on a game plan when he spent most of the road trip arguing with Roxy and one of his family members over the road trip playlist and now he’s gotten distracted listening to Roxy’s karaoke rendition, absolutely for her voice and not her New Year Eve’s outfit, he’s a gentleman. “Do you think I could get an autograph ? ” Jasper teases hers, one hand lightly, playfully, platonically taking her wrist to tug her towards him. 

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MIRANA & DEREK

Derek would describe her as many things. Stubborn, beautiful, even fiery. He hadn’t expect that last one to be quite so literal though. His eyes widened in shock as she caught on fire, a gasp escaping his lips. Still, she didn’t seem to be harmed by it, and so somehow he was less afraid. “What did I do then? What did I do to make you change from my best friend into someone who hates me? You don’t just decide over night that you never want to see someone again!” He started raising his voice, stepping once towards her even though her arms were quite literally on fire. “What did I do that was so horrible you turned your back on me?” His voice cracked halfway through the sentence and he couldn’t help the heaving breaths he took. Suddenly she was peeking from behind one arm and asking him about hunters again. He was quiet again when he finally answered. “No you idiot. I’m a vampire. Plain as that. I lost.” He meant that in more ways than one. 

“This isn’t about you ! ” is all Mirana manages to get out in rebuttal to the first part of his rant. Maybe there wasn’t a reason for him to know how she only hated herself, but why would he ever think he’d done something when she’s literally on fire ? It’s true what he yells after, and yet hearing in his own voice that she turned her back on him... Mira only swallows, using all her willpower to restrain backtracking her threats. 

I’m a vampire. Her flames die without a conscious thought, her head shaking, as if her own denial will force his words to be untrue. “No... No, you aren’t -- you aren’t a vampire, you... you stayed in Chicago, and you graduated and you got a new partner and you’re probably teaching teaching at the academy, and you’re happy, you aren’t... Derek, you didn’t die.” Her voice cracks on the final word, more a plea than a demand. He isn’t dead, didn’t die, because that would mean... There is already nothing but guilt in her empty chest, but with a sharp breath, it expands to suffocate her somehow even more than the breath before. 

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SCARLETT & MARA

location: utp

status: open 

muse: mara wallin

even when greed was letting mara go about her business, they were still there putting thoughts into her head. it was usually only when mara overtly ignored them that they took the wheel.

greed had only just recently learned what an onlyfans was and seeing it as a great oppurtunity to make free money, put the idea in mara’s head. being a famous actress, getting viewers would be super easy, but mara was still unsure so she turned to the nearest person.

“what do you think, should i make an onlyfans?”

if the other had been speaking to her, then... scarlett had not been listening. rather than admit this folly, especially when her newest alter ego is meant to be someone gregarious and kind-hearted, she merely cocks her head as if in thought while attempting to process the woman’s question. an ... onlyfans. this is some form of social media, isn’t it ? she generally avoids having a digital footprint, as it would cause her more trouble than it’s worth. still... encouraging others to do things they’re usually hesitant about for good reason ? scarlett nods. “i think that’s a splendid idea. is january not the best time to start new ventures ? ”

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ROSEMARY & SAGE

location: mad batter, christmas morning

status: for @ofheroism

muses: sage akman + rosemary yilmaz

sage had been planning how to reintroduce herself to her sister for almost the entirety of the three months she’d been in valdez. she kept going back and forth with herself, initially about whether or not it was a good idea, then if she should be straightforward; every possible thing she could possibly overthink, she’d made sure to overthink it.

last week she’d decided that was it. she was going to show up where rosemary worked on christmas morning and it would be like a christmas miracle. she’d planned for every possible scenario. what she didn’t take into account during her excessive planning was that every word she knew was going to suddenly vanish from her vocabulary the second she looked at her.

she screamed internally as she stared wide-eyed, managing to get out what she thought resembled the sound of the word hello.

rosemary’s spirits have begun to lift since actually talking to someone instead of keeping her emotions bottled up, and while her holiday cheer is nowhere near as merry as most years, but a small smile graces her face as she rolls out the dough for a fresh batch of gingerbread cookies. working christmas morning is never a requirement, but rosemary has always volunteered to work if it meant keeping the store opened for the less baking-inclined or busiest citizens of valdez to have a last minute opportunity for treats. 

when the door rings with the bell of an incoming customer, rosemary raises her rolling pin in greeting, smile brightening. “merry christmas ! we have plenty of freshly baked goods for any holiday you’re celebrating ! ” her little spiel trails off as she looks at woman for a moment, as if some nagging in her head says she’s... familiar ? except, that doesn’t make any sense, because rosemary would never forget a familiar face. shaking off the thought and a bit of flour stuck to her apron, she continues. “ can i help you find anything ? we take custom orders too, but i should let you know those are booked until the fourth. goodness, that’s strange, isn’t it ? it’s almost an entirely new year ! ”  

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when: january 10, 2023 where: port valdez who: @derekshaws​

It is too reminiscent of some melancholic social media post that leaves him sighing and wishing he’d never made a profile simply to like Elliot’s podcast (truthfully, he’s listened to all of two...) to say “what a year” about a year that has only existed for all of ten days. And yet, this is exactly what he thinks as he sits on a boulder near the caves to clear his head. Or, at least, where he’d meant to be clearing his head, and he realizes to his misfortune someone else in the nature of Port Valdez. “If it isn’t the grumpiest man in all of Alaska. I regret to inform you there aren’t trash cans in the near vicinity.” 

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Only Angels Have Wings (1939) dir. Howard Hawks

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{bruna marquezine; female; she/her} hey isn’t that SCARLETT VALLE? the 28/1000+ year old FALLEN ANGEL and a song that plays when you see them is CLOSING IN by RUELLE. They are known to be TENACIOUS and VINDICTIVE. They have been in VALDEZ for 2 WEEKS and always remind me of towering gates covered in icicles, porcelain skin turned steel, words that cut like blades, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. what secrets will they discover?

BASICS

NAME: scarlett juliana valle

BIRTH DATE + AGE: unknown, 1000+ years ago. 

GENDER: female

PRONOUNS: she/her

ORIENTATION: bisexual 

SPECIES: fallen angel

OCCUPATION: museum educator at the glaciers

BIRTHPLACE: heaven

FAMILY: technically siblings with other angels and fallen angels?? otherwise, none.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: bruna marquezine

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR: dark brown

HEIGHT: 5′7″

TATTOOS: none

SCARS/BIRTH MARKS: v shape scars on her back, spanning from her shoulder blades down to the end of her ribs

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC: sagittarius sun, aries moon, scorpio rising

MBTI: intj, the mastermind.

ENNEAGRAM: 3w4, the professional. self-preservation/sexual subtype.

ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil

TEMPERAMENT: choleric-melancholy

ARCHETYPE: the shapeshifter / the lone wolf

ELEMENT: wood

ASSOCIATED CHARACTERS: morgana pendragon (merlin), yennefer of vengerberg (witcher), scar (the lion king), joanna wellick (mr. robot), loki (marvel), agatha harkness (wandavision), mystique (x-men), villanelle (killing eve), anakin skywalker (star wars)

AESTHETIC: towering gates covered in icicles, porcelain skin turned steel, words that cut like blades, a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a howling scream echoing through an empty forest, a shattered crown, shadows in the shape of a silhouette, jagged shards of a mirror, thorns where a heart once was, your secrets trapped on the silk of a spiderweb, sly smiles concealing wicked intent. 

TW: injury, blood, death (brief mention), prostitution (brief mention), religion (frequent mentions of god, heaven, lucifer, etc.) 

the history of scarlett valle is rather unknown. she was created in the heavens, along with the other angels. how long she existed in this plane is unknown, but every angel could recognize their spirited sibling by her passion, her hunger for more. she reveled in her powers, danced in her own flames, would rather use her telekinesis then dare lift a finger. the other angels often reminded her of the importance of humility and moderation over lust and greed. if only anyone were capable of satisfying such thirst. 

relationships with humans were strictly forbidden, and this rule was never considered as she had never thought to venture to earth before. at least, until she met him. romance amongst angels was perhaps frowned upon, but she met no punishment for the romance that flourished between herself and another. he taught her how to use willing humans as vessels and traverse earth. the devotedly religious were all too obliging, and this fresh adventure only left her with a new desire: to experience life on earth. had she yet to realize her intrigue with humans was their corrupt interests in vices over virtues ? it wasn’t as if she wanted to sin, only to... learn about it.

each night, she walked a new human’s dreams, intoxicated by all the hopes and desires and goals a being with such a short lifespan could long for. no angelic rules had ever been broken, as the angel knew quite well how to dance the thin line of “good” and “evil”. only once her lover told her of lucifer’s plans to usurp the heavens had she begun the path of no return. he’d been the closest being to her heart for centuries, and she would have done anything, given anything to him without a second thought, her loyalty to him unwavering. when he told her lucifer would grant them more freedom and power than she could ever imagine, that she would never have to abide by a rule or be constricted by consequences again, she believed him. he used her as a pawn to elevate himself in lucifer’s eyes, taking lucifer’s most dangerous tasks and doling them out to her, then claiming them as his own work. her intent was far from innocent, as she had no qualms about overthrowing a kingdom for her own benefit, but it was not her own actions (performed with such subtlety that she would never have been discovered) that was her downfall, but her lover being caught and blaming her for his involvement. there was no defense for her, only the memory of the worst pain she’d ever experienced, her most precious possession ripped from her shoulder blades without remorse, crashing from the heavens into the very earth she’d so desired, waking in the middle of a forest into nothing. no feeling of her skinned knees, of the pain of the healing injuries that left the back of her white gown drenched in scarlet. that was all, no sensation of anything except the vibrant red. scarlet was all she had left, alone in this crater of a valley, and so it was who she became. humans could not pronounce her angelic name anyway. 

for at least a millennia, scarlett travelled the earth. not once did god or his angels or lucifer or her lover show any remorse or mercy for throwing her from the heavens or for not searching for her. she had nothing to her name, her powers taken, no prestigious family or whatever form of currency the kingdoms and tribes and empires she traversed demanded. after a life of glory a hairsbreadth away, she was left to live on the streets as a mere peasant. for many years, she learned to use her hands to create wares to sell or her own body to survive. eventually, she discovered she did have some inhuman abilities in this trap of a body, and she wasted no time in using them for profit. fading into the shadows, scarlett found blackmailing politicians and rulers with their dark secrets brought far more coin than a basket or pottery. 

within a century, she’d learned she could control illusions in a similar method to her once loved dreams. with enough manipulation and seduction, she could secure marrying lower nobles in prospering kingdoms, making them believe she was a lost heiress, a remote family friend’s daughter they’d surely met before. and yet, being a countess or a lady was not enough, when princesses and queens and empresses existed. she eventually managed to become the mistress of king henry i of england, and yet the grandeur was dampened by the lack of feeling anything. also, he had a queen, one with royal heritage of her own, and she found herself yet again constricted to having to praise and worship others. unable to age, her somewhat glamorous life came to a forced end. if she stayed in one place for too long, they grew suspicious, and she had to start all over again where no one knew her name. this continued for almost another millennia, eventually someone discovering a wound healing too quickly, discovering her scars, occasionally accusing her of being some form of treacherous sorceress. it was better this way, to vanish than to watch the people around her age and die. on a few occasions, she’d even had a child, usually as a way to maintain a marriage and never from wanting to settle down. perhaps, on those occasions, she felt love for a moment, but the grief of watching her own child age beyond her own body was too much to bear and she's generally either avoided having more or vanishes  before they pass her own age. 

in over a thousand years, scarlett has experienced every virtue and vice, and yet nothing has made her feel alive the way it used to. not a day passes where she doesn’t wish for her wings and the ability to feel back. 

scarlett currently goes by scarlett juliana valle. in the last century or so, she has eventually found the remains of the crater where she landed on earth in a place now known as valdez, alaska.

drawn to this place, scarlett has stayed for a few decades or so before eventually leaving until the people who knew her no longer remain to recognize her ageless body.

after a fifty year gap, scarlett has finally returned to what she considers her hometown within the last few weeks.

despite a millennia on earth, scarlett has never forgiven what was done to her. she would commit any sin or betray any being for the chance to have her wings and senses back. why should she of all people worry about loyalty when trust is what’s put her in this purgatory of a world?

the less people who know her, the longer she can stay in town, so scarlett generally avoids social interactions. unfortunately, she still needs some entertainment, and enjoys toying with or manipulating others into making poor decisions. whether ending relationships, spreading petty rumors, or providing illusions of humans’ worst fears, if she’s just evil enough, perhaps god himself will descend and put an end to her numb existence. 

has amassed quite a bit of wealth over time, and tries not to flaunt it to avoid too much public scrutiny as to its origins -- dresses too formal for most events and will never be found in denim -- often wears jewels tones or collects antique decor for her home 

enjoys people who do not easily mesh with whatever is considered “modern society” in the current age. normal people bore her. 

has a pet snake named cassiel, meaning angel of temperance. thinks it’s a hilarious inside joke after all the times she’d been told to exercise temperance. 

fears: helplessness, depending on others, enclosed spaces, heights

top 5 theme songs:

closing in by ruelle I used to see in colour Now it's a wave of grey Feel and pull me under Drowning in the disarray There's no escape Everything is closing in Light is growing dim I can see it slipping All that's left of me is gone

part goddess part gangsters by madalen duke See that girl Halo on her head Eyes that burn with a devilish stare Pocketknife hidden in her smile Watch her move Like a beast in the wild She flies with angels She runs with wolves Part goddess, part gangster. Diamonds and daggers She’s mercy and anger. Well well well That’s the price they pay For continuously underestimating her.

throne by saint mesa You hate my bad behavior You cut my lips and tongue You play the part of savior I watch you come undone Better, better, better I bleed applause, I'm fading slow Alone, distraught, without control Believe there's freedom, took my soul I'll burn your shit alive and take the throne

how villains are made by madalen duke Time to put my medal on Whose blood to spill? I don't know Whose side I'm on? Two armies are coming at me Their flags and weapons look the same One tells the truth, the other's lying And they're both calling my name This is how villains are made No one ever starts that way But this is how villains are made There goes my mind, I could not save I don't trust what I see right in front of me I don't know who to betray.

love into a weapon by madalen duke  My heart has teeth I sharpen them in my sleep. I turn my love into a weapon Try to hurt me I won’t let them Do it for my own protection No redemption A kingdom Too fragile too defend Hides a dragon Oh I’ll make em sorry when I turn my love into a weapon.

fantasies by llynks I scratch and then you pry Yeah we’re getting off on each other’s lies Come on, I know just what you hide Yet I’m in your claws every single night Rhythm and writhing Trust in defying Let you toxify me Cause you can’t deny me

Her Pinterest board is here.

His Spotify playlist is here.

— CONNECTIONS:

FAMILIAL:

SIBLINGS WITH SHARED SYMPATHY - { ? / ? } - other fallen angels she may occasionally keep up with over the centuries, only to check in on if they’ve found a way to return to their angelic state. 

SIBLINGS TO SHRED - { 0 / ? } - other angels who still have their wings or lucifer’s followers who were not caught yet and did nothing to defend her. 

PLATONIC:

NEIGHBORS { 3 / ? } - bellamy alden, peyton lewis, sage yilmaz akman - lives next door to and occasionally engages in polite neighborly activities for appearances’ sake

PAWNS - { 0 / ? }  - people who she turns on the charm for because she thinks they’re worth deceiving for some reason, maybe politicians in town, powerful supernaturals, etc. but rolls her eyes the moment they leave. 

ENTERTAINMENT - { 1 / 3 } - avery danuil -  a few innocent mortals scarlett finds entertaining and occasionally assists them out of something resembling amused pity

CO-WORKERS - { 0 / ? } - others who work at the museum 

IMMORTALS WHO RECOGNIZE HER - { 0 / ? } - another supernatural who was in valdez 50 years ago and remembers her, or even somewhere else long ago and remembers the chaos that usually follows scarlett’s wake. positive bc they enjoy chaos. maybe got into a few shenanigans together. 

ANTAGONISTIC:

CHARM IMMUNE - { 0 / ? } - most people will at first see scarlett valle as a sophisticated and knowledgeable human who moved to alaska from new york due to her passion for history and a family ancestor who once lived in valdez. a few people may somehow see through her façade and be suspicious of her being a human or think she isn’t genuinely kind or that she’s using someone they care about. 

IMMORTALS WHO RECOGNIZE HER - { 0 / ? } - another supernatural who was in valdez 50 years ago and remembers her, or even somewhere else long ago and remembers the chaos that usually follows scarlett’s wake. negative bc they hate chaos / are good. maybe butted heads or drove each other out of a town once. 

ROMANTIC:

“I’LL BURY YOU MYSELF” - { 0 / 1 } - her angelic lover a millennia ago. either fallen angel or angel if he somehow convinced god of his innocence - he pinned his betrayal to side with lucifer on scarlett, and she blames him entirely for losing her wings. this is def antagonistic instead of romantic bc she’d try to end him on sight BUT IT WAS ROMANTIC ONCE LOL

A FAIRYTALE FRAUD - { 0 / 1 or 2} - scarlett usually targets the most powerful/wealthy/influential person in town to latch onto, which is a bit harder to identify in a town like valdez compared to an ancient kingdom. she is currently playing the role of a sweet and innocent “new girl” enamored by them upon meeting. will they fall for her tricks or are they taken/uninterested/see through her? may currently be playing two people at once until she figures out who’s worth her time. 

OTHER - feel free to hit me up with any other ideas you have as well !