#⚘》 .out

[peacehunted]

Lil (half-assed and probably permanent-ish) interaction call 👉❤️👈

Anyone mind me raiding their prompts and open starter tags regardless of the timestamp on what I might find? Regrettably, nothing in my drafts is really jumping out at me at the moment.

Also, I need distractions from how much I'm already dreading this work week. 😬

[acesgarden]

Being openly nonbinary in a friend group of mostly cishets is hard.

Because while yes they use my correct name very few use the right pronouns. I’ve got so tired of correcting them, even the ones who’ve known me the longest. (Not my bf though, he does the bare minimum of using the right pronouns.)

I know I should say something. I know I look fem presenting because fuck I don’t care what I look like. I shouldn’t have to look a certain way for the respect.

But, they also don’t get me, no one shares the same understanding I have, the feelings, the experiences, the countless nights of questioning and overthinking of it all. Because they’ve never had to go through them. The harassment and bullying, the technical stalking or suffering and alienation.

I was treated like a joke, something to mess with and rile up, something akin to a toy.

Now I don’t face it, but I still feel the affects, because deep down I don’t think i’ll ever fit in. Because I have experiences and understandings they won’t ever get.

Im a blob, shapeless, as hard as I try to imitate another shape something will always feel wrong.

Because i’ll never be a circle or a square, il always be the blob of the group.

[satoruoo]

HELPPP IM CRYING STOP 😭 WTF OOMF MEAN MAN IS IT A SLUR

[prismaiden]

ooc . Sorry for the radio silence, gang, the past few days have been horrendous.

[prvtocol]

Rook Island Visit, ft. Ayam commission by @badtrigger

[hopeflower]

aerith has freckles that appear in the sun !

[eternalbuckley]

just wrote a total of almost 1k words in an hour, i‘m proud of myself wohooo 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[blaecdog]

                                                      camelia diaz

alias.    blaze, cam, cammie, ellie or millie age.    appears   25 species.    human / mutant ability.     pyrokinesis occupation.    waitress  at  the  chalice  bar,  paranormal investigator,  former�� monster  hunter

camelia  was  born  to  a  spanish  mother  and  an  american  father.  her  childhood  seemed  pretty  normal,  she  loved  playing  outside  and  made  friends  with  anyone.  she  was  warm  and  energetic,  everyone  loved  the  little  sunshine.  however,  what  people  didn't  know,  including  camelia,  she  was  far  from  normal.  her  life  made  a  drastic  shift  once  she  entered  middle  school  and  hit  puberty.  the  life  as  teenager  was  a  rollercoaster  of  emotions,  stress  from  school  and  from  parents  only  added  onto  the  chaos.  camelia  was  a  ticking  time  bomb,  quite  literally.  it  happened  so  suddenly  no  one  could  have  prevented  it  from  happening.  one  day  after  lunch  break  she  ended  up  arguing  with  her  best  friend.  the  whole  class  was  watching  but  nobody  dared  to  interfere.  apparently  her  friend  had  confessed  to  camelia's  crush  and  the  two  started  dating.  obviously  camelia  felt  betrayed.  it  didn't  help  that  she  was  often  bullied  from  other  students,  thus  making  her  best  friend  the  only  person  she  truly  trusted and cared for.  within  seconds  the  classroom  was  suddenly  set  ablaze,  the  source  of  the  fire:  camelia. 

the  heat  was  so  great  that  everyone  standing  in  close  proxymity  to  her  either  died  on  the  spot  or  suffered  life  threatening  burns.  on  that  day  she  she  took  the  lives  of  29  students.  firefighters  discovered  camelia,  miraculously  unharmed,  standing  in  the  middle  of  the  smoldering  rubble  among  the  bodies.  the  public  was  shocked  and  confused,  they  wanted  answers  and  an  explaination  for  this  tragic  incident,  but  the  truth  never  came  to  light.  camelia  and  her  parents  moved  cities  and  for  a  while  things  returned  to  normal,  at  least  on  the  surface.  the  girl  couldn't  tell  anyone  about  what  she  did,  who  would  believe  her?  and  even  if  they  did,  what  if  they  think  she's  a  monster?  a  danger?  camelia  began  to  isolate  herself,  refusing  to  make  friends,  even  shutting  out  her  parents.  she  tried  to  understand  her  pyrokinetic  powers  and  even  managed  to  learn  a  few  tricks.  however,  her  emotions  were  still  a  huge  factor.  they  determined  whether  or  not  she  could  really  control  her  ability.  the  saying  goes,  if  you  play  with  fire  you'll  eventually  get  burned.  there  was  nothing  she  could  do  or  say  when  her  parents  suddenly  stood  behind  her,  witnessing  her  powers  with  their  own  eyes.  she  tried  to  explain  it,  fumbling  with  words.  her  mother  broke  down  in  tears,  her  father  too  speechless  to  even  move  a  single  muscle. 

then  her  worst  nightmare  became  reality.  her  parents  put  two  and  two  together,  recounting  any  unexplainable  incident  from  her  childhood,  and  the  horrible  fire  occuring  in  her  old  middle  school.  it  was  her.  she  did  it.  suddenly  the  room  went  cold,  the  supporting  warmth  which  usually  surrounded  her  parents  disappeared  in  an  instant,  and  it  almost  felt  like  they  were  nothing  more  but  strangers.  camelia  wanted  to  escape  this  suffcating  atmosphere,  she  wanted  to  run  away  from  this  reality.  but  before  she  could  even  reach  the  front  door  to  leave,  her  father  finally  moved  his  body  and  grabbed  her  arm,  stopping  her  from  leaving.  an  argument  errupted,  his  loud  voice  echoed  through  the  hallway.  camelia  was  still  just  a  teenager.  she  felt  cornered  and  trapped.  the  only  way  she  knew  how  to  defend  herself  was  to  shout  right  back  at  him.  it  was  a  back  and  forth,  his  father  demanding  an  explaination  but  also  blaming  her.  you're  not  my  daughter.  and  she  snapped  right  back:  maybe  i  don't  want  to  be  your  daughter.  her  mother  tried  to  get  between  them,  still  crying  her  eyes  out.  though,  it  was  already  too  late.  once  again,  camelia's  body  went  ablaze,  emitting  a  explosion  which  destroyed  not  only  her  home  but  also  nearby  houses  and  flats.  she  had  killed  her  parents. 

camelia  ran  away  and  lived  on  the  streets  for  years,  until  one  day  a  group  of  people  claiming  to  be  monster  hunters  captured  her.  there  she  met  vance  and  dante.  camelia  was  deemed  a  danger  for  herself  and  other,  thus  she  had  no  choice  but  to  stay  with  the  group.  she  suffered  from  depression  for  a  very  long  time  but  with  the  help  of  the  people  around  her  she  managed  to  find  new  strength.  even  though  she  seems  optimistic  on  the  outside,  deep  down  she  will  never  forgive  herself  and  she  will  always  see  herself  as  a  murderer  and  monster. in  a  desperate  attempt  to  repent  for  her  sins  she  made  it  her  goal  to  help  other  supernatural  beings,  working  together  with  the  monster  hunters  as  paranormal  investigator.  she  is  on  good  terms  with  vance  and  was  deeply  saddened  when  dante  passed  away  and  the  hellhound  decided  to  leave.  she  was  eventually  tasked  to  keep  an  eye  on  him,  just  in  case  he  thinks  about  causing  a  mess  again.  camelia  ended  up  taking  a  part-time  job  at  the  chalice  bar  where  he  currently  rents  an  apartment.

note:  the  events  occuring  in  middle  school  happened  when  cammie  was  around  12-13,  when  she  killed  her  parents  she  was  around  15,  when  dante  found  her  she  was  18. technically she is human but she heals faster and, after hitting adulthood, ages somewhat slower.

[painrhyme]

always weeping about jeyne not trusting the northern lords for a while after everything. because they all attended the wedding and she can't conceive that none of them recognized her.

[woon45]

[peacehunted]

I lost my "xenomorph hybrid 🤝 seraphim" creechur hc post, buuuuuuut I have this heavy wip that I can toss out while I'm feeling brave ouo

[ughscara]

and the new tags are a done deal~ if you want to see them; you can find them linked under the ‘index’ text on my pinned post ‹3

[bgomtori]

omg i’m so happy for u !! which stop are you going to x

singapore's!!

[prismaiden]

but my duty must be done, even alone. ©

[hopeflower]

cloud looks like a grasshopper when swimming… pass it on

[hosticaaa]

@obey-n-pay 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 ; " what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? " | blood, blood, gallons of the stuff

He  thought  he  had  time  for  a  little  snack, but  he  may  have  slightly  misjudged  this  as  Vox  appeared,  now  standing  there  looking  mortified  by  the  mess  he'd  made  of  the  demon  who  had  approached  him  earlier.  Young  people  had  no  manners;  how  could  he  help  it ?  In  his  hand,  he  held  a  strip  of  flesh,  rendered  from  the  bone  in  his  earlier  frenzy,  something  he'd  initially  planned  to  keep  for  later. 

❝ In  a  manner  of  speaking, ❞  he  answered,  his  smile  firmly  fixed  on  his  face  as  he  gave  an  exaggerated  shrug  of  innocence,  a  silly  display  so  alarmingly  contrasted  by  the  evident  guilt  strewn  and  splattered  all  around  him. With  that,  his  eyes  fell  to  the  chunk  of  meat  he  still  held  between  his  claws  and  narrowed  slightly  with  his  widening  grin  as  he  extended  it  to  Vox  in  offering.

Hell  was  crawling  with  cannibals,  more  than  one  might  think.  Some  might  never  have  dreamed  of  eating  another  of  their  own  kind  until  they  got  here. The  right  environment  could  always  make  bad  become  worse. Though  he  didn't  have  a  clue  if  Vox  was  one  of  these  demons,  it  only  felt  polite  to  offer.  ❝  Care  for  a  bite ?  ❞