#& intros.

[fromsaudades]

| SAOIRSE RONAN & SHE/HER | Congratulations, MAUDE MORNINGSTAR survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another VETERINARIAN, plus they’re only THIRTY-TWO. Crazy to think, it’s been SIX MONTHS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the COLONY HOUSE. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember COLUMBIA, SOUTH CAROLINA, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were COMING BACK FROM CAMPING ON THE BEACH WITH HER TWO BEST FRIENDS when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully INSTINCTIVE and MANIPULATIVE, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play ABSTRACT (PSYCHOPOMP) BY HOZIER this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors. (jer, 34, she/he/they/any ) -no triggers

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what is their biggest regret since arriving in town?

“It’s not what you’d expect. It’s not even about the people here, really.” You remember being called out to the farm—somewhere outside Colony House—and finding it lying in the gravel, just… sprawled out. Its leg was twisted, all mangled from whatever hit it. The sheep’s fur was so soft in your hands as you gave it a final comfort, petting it as if it could somehow remove its pain. You knew it was beyond saving, but something in the way it looked at you held you there. The poor thing was still holding on, desperate, almost pleading. You knew what had to be done—“I should’ve done the right thing, should’ve ended its suffering. But… I didn’t. I hesitated.” The farmer wanted you to put it down, but you kept thinking, What if? What if some miracle would come along and somehow pull it through? You didn’t want to be the one to give up, to choose the end. And so you waited. “But it slowed its movement in my arms, and the fear in its eyes went out in an instant.” You can still feel the whole farm watching, every animal, every shadow of that place knowing what you did. Or, maybe worse, what you didn’t do. And now, no matter where you go, you can’t shake the memory of that poor creature. You let it suffer, and that’s on you.

describe your character’s first day/night in town?

"We were on our way back home, just three friends escaping the chaos of life back in Columbia, with nothing but a tent, some cheap food, and a beach that seemed endless.” That last day felt like a sendoff to everything familiar—crashing waves, the warm grip of sand between your toes, sunsets that swallowed the horizon in colors you could almost touch. Columbia felt so distant there, like you’d outrun it for good. “The tree… well, that came out of nowhere.” You remember thinking it had to be some weird prank—something to mess with travelers. You had almost laughed it off when you first saw it. There it was, rooted in the middle of the road as if it had simply materialized out of thin air, its trunk twisted and gnarled in a way that made you want to look away. But as you drew closer, a strange unease began to grow in the pit of your stomach. You could feel it crawling under your skin, icy and insistent, whispering something you couldn't yet understand. You should’ve trusted your instincts then, but you didn’t. Not fully. The others weren’t so sure either. One of them—had cracked a joke, something to ease the tension, but it didn’t work. By the time you noticed the sky darkening and saw the crows circling overhead, their wings making a strange, almost cracking sound in the stillness, it was too late. The birds felt like a warning, like they’d seen people wander too close to the tree before. You were trapped there, suspended in some eerie moment between what was real and what couldn’t possibly be, until something in the air shifted. The world changed. In an instant. “By the time I realized we weren’t leaving, we were already inside the Colony House.” You don’t remember exactly how you got there or how long it had taken to accept that you wouldn’t be going back. That first night, you were thankful you didn’t arrive alone. Six months have passed since that drive, but those memories—sunsets, laughter, waves—feel like artifacts from a life that might not have ever been yours. In the Colony House, you huddled on a queen-sized mattress with the others. Three friends who, until that night, believed the worst things could be explained away. The walls creaked and groaned like they were alive, and outside, you could hear something pacing, something scratching against the wood as if testing for weaknesses. In the darkness, their whispers came—soft, half-familiar voices dredging up pieces of your past that you’d buried, like dirt shifted to reveal bones. You closed your eyes, hoping the monsters outside wouldn’t find you. But it was the memories inside, awakened by those whispers, that haunted you most. “It was scary.” Each sound—each guttural growl, every claw scratching against the wood—drew up fragments you thought you'd sealed away: laughter that tasted too sweet, the sharp sting of betrayals you’d been too young to understand, moments where innocence collided with secrets that weighed far too much. Those monsters outside—they weren’t the ones haunting you. It was everything you'd buried, freed now in a place that felt as though it had been waiting just for you. “The scariest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.”

[pierrotts]

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀: a lost lamb, a holy fool. claw marks in everything loved. an exploration of faith & devotion, the prodigal daughter, and lovers & whispers.

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[annihilvtion]

Ajax Archer // Musings. Visage.

basics.

name: ajax archer

age: thirty

dob: march 25th, 1992

zodiac: aries

pre-apocalyptic age: eight

occupation: soldier

location: jackson county

siblings: an older brother, believed to be deceased

parents: both deceased

pets: none

tattoos: sleeves on both his arms and back

distinguishable features: insanely tall

personality:

adept, dismissive

a lil traumatized, currently going through it

takes his job seriously, likes to protect

selective loyalty

can be super playful, with the right person

has a hard time opening up

ambitions & headcanons:

former fedra officer and also firefly informant

came from pittsburgh qz before it was overtaken, he searched for his long term girlfriend to no avail and was injured / forced to flee

jackson is one of many towns he's scoured, he began losing hope after four long months

(TW: Death) was raised by his older brother who was military - they found a group who helped train him. the group was separated and killed, his brother among them (he presumes)

he doesn't mind working but he loves a cold beer afterward

requires a woodstove or some sort of working fireplace in his home

isn't the greatest cook but he enjoys it

keeps his home tidy, usually

tries to smell good despite an apocalypse

haaaates getting to know new people

thinks he's probably perceived as shy, but he's probably actually perceived as standoffish / dismissive

connections:

older brother (ajax thinks is dead)

former military group members

soldier pals

anyone from pitts who may have known him

tba

[vamprxism]

a dependent rp blog for tvdrp || introducing ; vicki donovan , elijah mikaelson , angel carmichael , & emma

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Last part whoo!!!

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4

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NEW MUSE DROP...

GOD LOVES YOU, but not enough to save you. isaiah vandoofren had many good things in his life. he was a genius in his studies, obtaining a PhD in ancient infrastructure, architecture, and design and becoming a professor at one of the main capital cities. in his free time, isaiah was also an archaelogist, using that as a way to fuel his published papers and any scholarly work. he married his wife, abigail, who was very interested in ancient languages and wanted to progress further besides her career as an elementary school teacher, and they eventually had a son: gabriel. he had everything. until he didn't. until on their tenth anniversary, abigail disappeared. until ten years later, when gabriel told him that he was hardly being a father and walked out on him.

isaiah, now fully devoted to the GOD OF LIGHT and his path as a cleric, is set out on a mission to find his wife and his son. if he is good enough, if he repents enough, his god will send a sign. until then, he will help whoever he can. that means he is good, right?

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I LOVE WHEN ALL THE PIECES CLICK BACK INTO PLACE TO MAKE THE PICTURE

[drulalovescas]

16 years ago today Supernatural peaked with the most iconic introduction in the history of television

Happy Sweet Sixteen to Castiel, the only character ever

[fromsaudades]

| ROBERTA COLINDREZ & THEY/THEM | Congratulations, ALEX FLORES survived another night. The town would certainly feel less safe without a them close by. Not to mention, we can’t lose another ELECTRICIAN, plus they’re only THIRTY-EIGHT. Crazy to think, it’s been FIVE YEARS since their arrival, though in a place like Oblitus it can feel much longer. Good thing they’re staying at the MOTEL. Almost like it happened yesterday, they still remember BROWNSVILLE, TEXAS, and where they came from. It’s no secret, they were RUNNING OUT OF GAS FOR THEIR MOTORCYCLE when they came across the tree, and is still keeping them up at night. Truth be told, they’re awfully ALERT and UNRELIABLE, but they’ve survived this long. Well, it’s almost day light again, maybe they’ll play I BET ON LOSING DOGS by MITSKI this time. Welcome to another night in Oblitus, please don’t open the doors. (jer, 34, she/he/they/any ) -no triggers

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what is their biggest regret since arriving in town?

"Probably not trusting anyone sooner, and not keeping in contact with the family that saved me." The family members were a curious mix, almost too perfectly aligned with the unsettling nature of Oblitus. The matriarch’s eyes seemed to pierce through your defenses, searching for the cracks in your façade. The way she moved—deliberate and graceful—made you feel like a stray dog being evaluated for adoption; she saw every flaw, every scar. Then there was the son, whose laughter echoed with a hint of madness. He possessed an infectious energy, yet it felt like a thin veneer covering something darker. You often caught him staring out of the corner of your eye, his gaze lingering a moment too long, as if he were sizing you up for some unspoken game. Sometimes, when you passed him in town, his expression would shift to something resembling pity, making you feel exposed, as if he could see the tangled threads of your past laid bare. The daughter, meanwhile, had a way of drifting in and out of conversations, always observing but rarely engaging. Her silence felt heavy, as if she carried secrets so burdensome they could bend the very air around her. Their presence in town served as a constant reminder of the familiarity of your circumstances, each interaction laced with an undercurrent of tension. You knew, deep down, that you owed them your gratitude—a debt that remained unfulfilled. "When I rolled into town, I thought I'd be fine just keeping to myself—stay under the radar, do my job, and get out. But there are people here I could’ve connected with, maybe even trusted. I should've let my guard down a little. But now… it feels too late." The weight of regret hung in the air, a reminder of the connections that could have been, now lost in the shadows of your isolation.

describe your character’s first day/night in town?

“It’s all a blur.” But you remember some things. You arrived just as the sun began its descent, casting a golden glow that kissed the horizon goodbye, your motorcycle sputtering and yearning for fuel as the lamplights flickered to life, illuminating a town that felt both inviting and ominous. Rushed in by unknown hands, you found yourself ensnared by a family whose presence was more chilling than comforting, their eyes brimming with a knowing dread that sent your heart racing. They seemed to possess an uncanny foresight, predicting the crows and the gnarled tree that lay on the side of the road, their frantic explanations wrapping around you like a shroud of anxiety, igniting the flames of paranoia deep within your soul. “I remember running out of gas, the air feeling wrong.” You stood on the threshold of their home, a rustic structure that felt as much a part of the town as the very trees surrounding it. They welcomed you with open arms, but beneath their warmth lay an undercurrent of unease that made you hesitate. You recalled how their kindness enveloped you like a warm blanket, yet something in your gut urged you to remain guarded. You couldn’t shake the feeling that their benevolence was entwined with their secrets, and you had learned the hard way that trust was a fragile thing. In those early days, you grappled with your mistrust, convincing yourself that their intentions were shrouded in hidden motives. It wasn’t until much later that you recognized the depth of their care, the way they shielded you from the night’s terrors, drawing you into a fragile sanctuary amidst the chaos. But even now, as you reflect, the memories of your hesitation linger like an unwelcome shadow, reminding you of the connections you could have embraced and the warmth you could have allowed to seep into your heart.

[caniscomplex]

⸻⸻ ✦ BAEK HARU — blood staining your lips, your own flesh stuck in your teeth  /  the low hum of a long - lost melody, forgotten for a reason, yet nested familiarly within a mind  /  a dance with the devil, a feast with the hells.

𝒊.

full - name : baek haru. nicknames : ——— . age : twenty - nine . birth date : november 8th . khemia : trained . rare magic : — . familiar : rakan . gender identity : non - binary . pronouns : she / they . orientation : bisexual . place of birth : cynefin , clwyd - isle . occupation : trader . face - claim : go minsi .

𝒊𝒊.

height : five foot , four inches . hair : dark, kept as long as their patience allows for . splits ends from badly self - made hair chops over the years. eyes : dark brown with a darker shine when one would pay attention, something swimming in the abyss of her irises. scars : bandage concealed blade inflicted lesion behind their left knee. never fully healed, never fully hurting. price paid. piercings : — .

𝒊𝒊𝒊.

parents : baek daehyun ( father , alive ) / choi eunjeong ( mother , alive ) . siblings : baek jiwon ( older brother / deceased ) .

𝒊𝒗.

sun : scorpio . moon : capricorn . rising : libra . myers - briggs : entj - commander . alignment : chaotic evil . enneagram : the challenger . soul - type : the king . temperament : choleric . element : water. aesthetic : the split - up tarnished .

𝒗.

comprehensive and formatted bio tba.

𝒗𝒊.

born and raised in town with all of their beliefs and customs. never a fully rebellious child to it all, but never a full conservative either. curious mind above all, making her own ideas on things as she grows old will stress her family to no ends.

in a town not that populous compared to the tales of the capital she hears from her parents, there is a sense of feeling trapped that settles inside. on the lookout for some freedom, it's not long before she finds somewhere within the surrounding trees to escape from her duties. in and out before their family could get suspicious of haru not following their strict set of rules, it is their hideout. their perfect place.

until it's not theirs anymore, and someone had seem to claim it for their own as well. always with a wave of confrontation in their step, it's not long for their storm to dissipate at the sight of one ceridwen wynne-jones.

the one person she'd been constantly remembered and warned to stay away from for years after the other was old enough to enter the school. forbidden to approach her in a courtyard — no set of rules or guidance were laid for an off - trail hideaway.

friendship blooms in the sways of leaves, and her hideout spot becomes theirs, and for a few years the secrecy of it holds strong. secrecy her brother is allowed into, for he noticed the longer outings and the longer - lasting smile on his sibling's features. a warning is head, although much tamer than their parents. he doesn't trust the other, but trusts haru. leaves it to her judgement, simply to be careful.

and that carefulness turns into recklessness, a slip up in schedule shines a light on the little guise. haru's family is far from pleased. not only did she disobey, but she lied and outright shamed her family by associating with ceri.

contact stops, friendship forcefully halted. for months she endures the pain of not grabbing what is within reach, shivering at the ice she has to engulf herself in whenever her best friend tries to get near.

pain that she'll soon find out to be nothing next to the one at the horizon. there is an accident in a factory that claims her brother's life. he'd only just gotten in a few months ago. the news broke for a second only that another comes along. it might have not been an accident at all. it might have all been the doing of a single person. and all the warnings and forbidden contact starts to make sense. timing all too close for it to be a coincidence as well. the whispers turn into a louder voice, coming not only from the remaining household members, but from deep in the shadow of her room.

there has always been a presence felt near, though she never paid it any mind. imagination easily running high, there was never a reason to think it was anything but the delusions of a tired mind. that fateful night, however, there was no denying it. the power of the words reverberating through their skull makes tears dry, silent sobs falling instead at the realization and validation ; ceri is the source of the tragedy.

affirmation this sentient shadow will not stop repeating, fire it won't allow to die out. a mantra hammering itself in her head has the baek's pack up bag to leave cynefin behind. her mother won't stand a minute longer in a town with a that child — unbeknownst to her that her own remaining one had gotten latched onto by something far, far worse.

rakan, she'll soon call it, after a pact had been agreed upon blinded by loss and grief. these creatures know something mortals don't ; power. such was recognized in haru, untapped talent so potent it hurt the demon to think of it unused. training hadn't been started, verum never in the baek's cards. their affinity to khemia is, however, undeniable. why else would the entity so set on a contract. why else whisper sweet promises of revenge and never being powerless again if raw power wasn't already on the table.

she wishes she could learn quick, away from the prying eyes of a broken family. a lamb draped over by a wolf, here's the first domino to a long, long, long chain.

years passed, and someone that resembles a grown haru has resurfaced along the streets of cynefin. or so people think. in and out to finalize a new trade post, a shadow is left behind the spot where people think they saw her again. that is until the sighting stays permanent. not by choice, but by landslide.

tl;dr — familiar driven, bent on revenge fractured soul that plans to nurture the chaos that recently set itself over cynefin to use it for their own personal gain on their years long vendetta in the making.

[annihilvtion]

Josefina Silva Intro // Musings. Visage.

basics.

name: josefina silva

age: twenty-five

dob: august 14th 1997

zodiac: leo

pre-apocalyptic age: three

occupation: bounty hunter

location: jackson county

siblings: an older sister and brother (alive)

parents: mother (alive), father (deceased)

pets: none

tattoos: a heart on her left pinky finger

distinguishable features: a scar across her collarbone

personality:

eccentric, impatient.

she's a pot stirrer who gets irritated easily

likes to bend the rules / thinks they don't apply to her

extremely loyal to the few she loves

she prioritizes her chosen family and would do anything for them

massive cat lover, not much of a dog person

can't commit to save her life

ambitions & headcanons:

thinks being in a relationship = being on a leash

has always wanted to travel the world

hugs make her uncomfortable

belongs to the nighttime, and will sneak out past curfew to enjoy the sky and the silent hum of the night

enjoys breaking things

doesn't read often but once she finds a good book, she won't put it down until it's finished

wants to own a motorcycle or a 'hippie van'

likes to lie for fun

finds comfort in solitude

has communication issues / fists over words

won't let it be known that her feelings are hurt

will never ever cry in front of anyone

(TW: death, illness) couldn't save her dad and regrets it terribly, wishes he'd have died peacefully with his family.

her dad was the one who understood her, they were almost exactly the same in personality and looks

Is and always has been the 'black sheep' going against the norms

she can get along with her family, but that doesn't mean she will

she has a complicated relationship with her siblings and does what she can to avoid telling them what's going on in her life

she feels like her surviving family has never accepted her for how she processed their dads death & her lifestyle thereafter

character inspo: blair waldorf (gossip girl), katherine pierce (tvd), rebecca michelsen (tvd, to), octavia blake (the 100), samantha jones (sex and the city), maddy perez (euphoria)

connections:

older brother & sister ( could be twins )

friends to enemies

platonic twin flames

complicated hookup

exes

partner in crime

work besties

tba

[woevens]

Now Playing: No Save Point by Run the Jewels

thereda welcomes VALERIE 'V’ VOKOVA the HUMAN & FIGHTER from SOURIS i hear their talents extend to STREET BRAWLER & DESTROYER and most people recognize them by AN ASSORTMENT OF BRUISES AND BUSTED LIPS AND EYEBROWS, HANDS WRAPPED TIGHTLY IN RAGS TO HELP THEIR PUNCHES LAND, A HEARTY LAUGH FOLLOWED BY SEVERAL FOUL CURSE WORDS  and their DRIVE & RECKLESSNESS. thereda is a large and mysterious land whose glad to have V roaming the lands. [CYBERPUNK 2077 (Streetkid V). JODIE COMER. 25. SHE/HER.]

V was born and raised in Souris. She grew up among the scum and denizens of the lowtown after the death of her mother when she was 6.

She met Jackie Welles not long after this, and it was his mother who half raised V, she seemed to be a constant in the Welles house and she and Jackie became the best of friends, defacto brother and sister.

V and Jackie grew up as a pair, and as a pair they undertook countless Lowtown jobs, until they were both old enough to wield wepons and that is when they began their mercenary work.

V spent 5 years, from 17 to 21, working in a brothel, first as security and then as a sex worker when she realised it would make her more money.

She left to work in the fighting pits after saving up enough scratch to buy herself her very first set of daggers, long and thin and made of onyx, they had long, bright red spiderweb lines through them .

Most of their jobs were thievery based, stealing information or things or sometimes, people when the situation called for a rescue.

It was on one of these Thievery missions not long ago, that V met Johnny Silverhand and the two fell into step with one another.

V now, has made a bit of a name for herself. A Merc with a mouth who gets things done quickly and quietly. Someone who can be counted on.

When she's not making money as a dagger for hire, she's pit fighting for cash.

She has a scar on the left hand side of her face, stretching from above her brow to the end of her jaw. She doesn't often talk about it, but got the scar when she was 14 and was cornered by a big time merc who wanted her job. He slashed her up and robbed her.

V killed him though, 8 years later in a sloppy bar fight that ended in a fire and several ice spike spells that she had to dodge. She still has a freezerburn scar on her left shoulder from where one hit her.

V likes cold beer but doesn;t really partake in anything stronger.

She lives in a bit of a dive at the moment, a small flat above a butchers, so the place constantly smells of death and raw meat.

She's Bi with a preference for muscular men and women with long hair.

She absolutely loves oranges, chicken wings and dark chocolate.

She has a knack for climbing and can usually be found high up on roofs or balcony's.

Her middle name is Hyacinth but she has only ever told Jackie this

She prefers tight pants and thigh high boots, but likes wearing the odd summer dress now and again.

She can sew very very well and even considered opening her own dress shop once.

Her favourite colours are orange, yellow and red.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Vanessas and Mikes if they met sooner in FNAF..

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NEW MUSE DROP:

THEY SAY that it is impossible to become a god... adonis does not wish to become one. for many years of their life, adonis had served as the chosen champion to the god of devotion. what the mythos does not tell you is that every part of your very being will become devoted to them; it will consume you body and soul... and yet, this means nothing when adonis is cast out and cast aside.

their oath means that they cannot hurt their god. but they can hurt others. adonis takes on the role of a GOD - EATER, consuming godly essences of the parthenon around their former patron. it has bent adonis into a person that is hardly recognizable. but they shall continue to eat.

[pierrotts]

𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇: bored little rich boy. podcast recording on wednesday, smashed on a thursday afternoon. an exploration of trouble & insolence, begging for attention, & the finer nerdier things in life.

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[batbabydamian]

older Damian and Maya!! Damian's ranting about art school's allocation of funds and resources lol

Maya is from critically acclaimed comic Robin: Son of Batman (2015) :)