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[cursedthing]

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[the-whumpening]

Meet the Characters Monday #2

James Snyder - Son of Bat

[Image ID: Two sketches on one canvas. On the left is James Snyder, a muscular man with long dark hair, with his arms folded and a smug expression. He has a lip stud and an eyebrow ring, and his facial hair is stubbly. He wears a plain dark t-shirt. On the right is James again, but during his hospital stay. His hair is cut in a short, messy style and his expression is apprehensive and sad. He wears a hospital gown, his piercings are gone, and he has bandages across his shoulder. The whole sketch is in shades of purple. /End ID]

Basic Info:

Name: James Snyder

Age: 25

Birthday: Aug 30 (Virgo)

Height: 6' 6" (198 cm)

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown

Favorite Color: Purple

Gender ID and Orientation: Aro/Ace, Cis Male. Although he and Molly occasionally engage in some sexual activities, he leans more sex-repulsed in general.

Pronouns: He/him

Other: Extreme perfectionist and musical prodigy; has a traumatic brain injury

What's James’ role in the band? Co-founded the band with Eddie. James is the primary guitarist and writer, responsible for the more advanced and technically complex solos. He also manages the sets and equipment, including overseeing/helping with set-up and tear-down at most shows.

Fun Facts about James:

James is not-so-secretly a huge nerd and otaku. He loves anime and k-pop/j-pop, and he’s so obsessed with his guitar that his friends got him a waifu body pillow of it.

He’s kind of a prodigy in most ways—he’s always been super intelligent, picks up instruments with ease, and excels at weight lifting and boxing.

Buuuut despite his musical talent, he is surprisingly bad at dancing and can only handle basic drumming.

Intentionally hired Cassandra as the band manager because 1) he knew she had the skill for it, and 2) he thought she and Vince would hit it off. He was correct on both accounts.

While it might not be OCD/OCPD exactly, James does struggle with obsessive thoughts and anxiety, which has led him to self harm in the past. Many of his ear piercings were done in self harm.

Biggest Secret: I’ll give two since one is kind of silly and the other is serious but a bit obvious. 1) He has a Prince Albert piercing and a massive dick. Molly is the only one who knows and is sworn to secrecy. And 2) He wishes Vince had been more present and “protected” him from their parents, rather than dissociating and putting up with it. He grows to understand and forgive him for it, but he was really hurt by it for a long time.

(Edit: I just came back to this a couple hours later and I haaaaate this drawing so I'll probably swap this out for a different one at some point)

[alleiradayne]

In Baldur’s Gate, Dragons Dungeon You! | Art Master Post

An SPN/D&D mashup that can be read on its own or part of the greater series The Way Things Ought to Be.

On a quiet afternoon a week shy of Christmas, Dean is interrupted while poking through the news for a case. Someone is pounding on the Bunker door. After a brief huddle with Sam and Castiel, they investigate to find Charlie on the other side, a box of books at her feet. She needs to use their archive for research and a place to stay while she does it. Of course, she's always welcome at the Bunker. And when Dean discovers her trove of Dungeons & Dragons books, she offers to run a quick campaign.

But the mysteries aren’t just in Candleekeep. Charlie seems to have one of her own. Except no one can put their finger on it. The campaign unravels--along with Charlie’s secrets--as she tells the story of The Scrivener’s Tale.

Chapter 3 - Video Killed the Radio Star

Summary: The campaign begins... Warnings/Tags: Intrigue, D&D stuff, roleplaying, cursing, consumption of alcohol Characters/Pairings: Castiel playing Castiel, Dean Winchester playing Rawridan, Sam Winchester playing Mephisto, Eileen Leahy playing Fechin, Jack Kline playing Comet Shadowpool, Charlie Bradbury Pop Culture Reference Count: 10 Word Count: 3818 Song: Video Killed the Radio Star - The Buggles

For what felt like the first time in ages, Sam held in his hand something he had actually created. Filling out a character sheet, he'd discovered, had tapped into a neglected craft, a forgotten artistry. Not that he lacked inspiration. Between time with Eileen and studying Rowena’s library, months had slipped through his fingers like water. And there had been no shortage of jobs, although they all had been much more particular about which cases they took and how often. With more and more hunters joining the ranks, Sam had leaped at the chance to take a break, if not for himself, but for his family. Years ago, he might not have seized such an opportunity. Everything had changed, and for the better, since undoing Chuck's finale chapter. The thought crooked his lips into a small smile as he scanned his character sheet again, then set it on the table, satisfied.

Across the table, Dean and Castiel babbled like caffeinated children as they gestured to their own character sheets. And beside Castiel, Jack signed to Eileen across the table so quickly Sam struggled to keep up. Something about music—no, a song…

“Alright, I’m ready.”

Charlie handed Eileen’s character sheet to Sam. “Do we need anything else?” he asked as he passed her character along.

For a beat, Charlie appeared confused, as though Sam had sprouted a second head. Her eyes slid to the table where she stared that long, far-off look, blinked, then shook her head. “Jeez, I almost forgot the map and the figs.”

“Figs?”

Charlie hefted a small plastic set of drawers from the floor and set it on the table. “Figurines,” she stated, tapping the top. “Pick out a fig to represent your character on the battlefield.”

Dean glanced at the table, then turned back to her. “What battlefield?”

Again, Charlie retrieved yet another item from beneath the table. With a flick of her wrists, a three-foot long vinyl sheet rolled out and revealed a grid of one-inch squares. Then she tossed a set of wet-erase pens at the edge, along with a marker-stained rag and a spray bottle.

“Battlefield,” she stated as she picked up a marker and began to draw. “Pick out your figs and…” When she finished her structure, she replaced the pen cap and set it aside. “You’ll place them inside as you’re introduced.”

Sam pulled the figurine drawers towards him and opened the top drawer. Neat rows of highly detailed pewter figures sat nestled in dense foam. “Did you paint these?” he asked as he hefted a tall, mulberry-skinned tiefling in dark purple robes and black leather.

“I did, but it was a short-lived hobby,” she said as she motioned to Eileen, and Sam slid the drawers to her.

After the figures completed a trip around the table, everyone had selected their miniature representative—Jack’s tiny fairy complete with lute and sword, Eileen’s many-bladed half-elf, Castiel’s plated-covered human bearing a pike and shield, and Dean’s minotaur hefting a massive sword in both hand. When Dean handed the drawers back to her, Charlie retrieved a figure out of the bottom drawer as well.

“Who is that?” Dean asked.

“Mind your own business,” Charlie chimed with a coy smirk as she handed Jack’s character sheet to Dean who passed it to Castiel. “Listen, just kick back and relax while I get the story started. Y��all ready?”

Ever prepared, Sam intended on doing much the opposite of relaxing, pencil poised over a blank notebook.

“The Restricted Section Tavern teams with life, bursting at the seams with the sound of merriment and commerce. Sam, your character is seated at a table and about to receive dinner…”

A heavy mug thumped on the table before him, dragging Mephisto up from the depths of his surging thoughts. He smiled at the barmaid, a young human no more than twenty and five. He placed a stack of coins on her tray as she set a heaping bowl of hearty stew before him, then thanked her too late. She had whirled away to the next table, and it wasn’t as if she could hear him anyway. Only a few chairs remained empty in The Restricted Section, and within minutes, he knew they would fill. Best tavern in all of Candlekeep, as far as he was concerned. Brightly lit, a massive iron chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling, bathing everyone and everything in a golden glow. Sturdy oak beams crisscrossed the tall roof, and in the furthest corner of the dining room, a roaring fire warmed weary traveler and aged scholar alike. Ale, mead, and wine filled his nose, mingling with the scent of savory meat, carrots, and potatoes.

A second steaming bowl of the very same stew he ate appeared on the table before him, snatching his attention once more. “We’re short on space, sweetheart.” The barmaid had returned again, her tray laden with bowls and mugs. “Do you mind?”

She side-stepped to reveal a tall half-elf, her leathers and linens bedecked by all manner of daggers strapped across her person. The deep green hide and clean, ivory linen clued Mephisto in on everything he needed to know. He stood and inclined his head. “I would be honored.”

The woman bowed in kind, a small smile crooking her lips, then seated herself. Though she seemed comfortable—it wasn’t every day that one was required to keep company with a Tiefling—Mephisto left well enough alone.

“Wait a minute, are you serious? You named your character Mephisto?”

Sam twisted to look at Dean and found a disgruntled glower.  He shifted in his seat, then said, “Yeah, so?”

“A demon-thing. With horns and hooves. Named Mephisto?” Dean repeated. “Don’t you think that hits a little too close to home?”

“Would you rather see me go dark-side in real life or live vicariously through a D&D character?”

Dean opened his mouth to retort, then snapped it shut. After a surly moment of teeth grinding and side-eyeing, he said, “Stick to the tabletop games.”

Sure. He wanted to poke the bear. Just once. But he decided against it. He turned to Charlie with an eye roll and asked, “An elf just appeared in front of me?”

He found her staring at an indistinguishable spot three feet in front of her, eyes wide and glassy. Unseeing. He knew that long, far-off look. And that settled it for him. Something was up. But what, Sam could only imagine. It was hardly the right time or place to ask. Prying was out of the question. So instead, he nudged Dean, then gestured to her with a bob of his chin.

Dean reached out for Charlie’s hand, but the moment he connected, she startled back and snatched her cuff. Then she shoved both hands in her lap beneath the table and continued the story. “Sorry. A half-elf. Not an elf. She appears to be in good spirits, but reserved.”

Not one to intrude, Mephisto focused on his dinner, but kept a discreet watch. Motion near the hearth, caught just out of the corner of his eye, snagged his attention and he craned his neck to get a better look. There, he watched a child—no, a fey—step up onto the shallow stage on the far wall. In one hand he carried a lute by the neck, a harp in the other, and a drum tucked under one arm. With all the grace of a dancer, he set the drum in front of a short stool as he straddled the seat, then placed his lute in a stand. Practiced fingers plucked at the harp strings as he held his ear close, adjusting where needed with delicate turns. Then the fey straightened and looked across the room, a satisfied smile on his face.

The dull roar of the dining hall stilled so sharply, Mephisto thought he had missed something. But then the fey on the dais rose to his feet and spoke.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope I find you all well, and by the night’s end, even better.”

A pindrop would have sounded loud as a blacksmith’s hammer ringing on the anvil. As the fey returned to his seat, Mephisto found himself on the edge of his. There was something familiar about the bard that required no introduction. Who was the storyteller that appeared too young for his pipes, but sounded wise as an aged wizard? He had little time to ponder such questions, for the fey raised his long, nimble fingers to the strings and began.

“I have a song!” Jack chimed.

Charlie shook her head as though to hear him better. “Uh… sure. Go for it.”

“It’s more of a story, but I think I can put a song to it,” Jack said. “Only if… you’re okay with that.”

If Sam had not seen the look she gave him, Jack’s trepidation might have confused him. Charlie stared at him, the faintest hint of fear escaping her tightly contained demeanor. But then she said, “Alright, give me a performance roll.”

Jack plucked his largest die, a D20, from his tiny pile and gave it a roll. After a check of his character sheet, he said, “Twenty-two.”

“Have at it, Van Halen.”

The fey established an impressive theme, intense and foreboding despite the harp’s dulcet tones. Several measures passed, then the accompaniment softened to a whisper, and he sang.

Lords of lore, I implore Gather ‘round for a story One long lost to time’s cruel march And the scribe’s unforgiving quill

He sang a robust tenor, and his fingers flourished a swirling melody on his harp’s strings. Each verse spun a web, a tapestry of a tale long since forgotten. Enamored, Mephisto had hardly moved an inch. The fey’s song and story painted such a vibrant picture, he had only but to close his eyes.

I knew the heart of the tarnished exile Spurned by her kin, her queen For fire and treason and plot But I knew her, the onyx sovereign Before the Night of Obsidian Knives I had always known her heart 

Three lies for three crowns One black, one silver, one gold Thrice they trusted And thrice she betrayed I had once known her heart

The midnight towers fell first Toppled by her war Next the silver spires Corrupted by her greed Last the golden peaks Murdered by her delusions And I wished I had known her heart

For she had wrought ruin upon The ancient realm of those three crowns On that Night of Obsidian Knives The rivers ran with black, silver, and gold Black and silver and gold Black and silver and gold Black and silver and gold

What a memory, Mephisto awed. With every verse, the story twisted in a new direction, guided by spine-tingling chords and soaring refrains. Nearing the end, a crescendo vaulted, measure after measure, into a wild clashing dissonance as the fey lamented the legend lost to time.

I thought I had known her heart But I had only feared my own For there the truth had always hid And had I but looked I would not be here today Transcribing my final intention Burn Witch Burn

I should have known my heart

His final words quieted, sang so reverently, and not a dry eye remained in the entire tavern. With a rolling final chord so forlorn, the fey lowered his head in benediction. Then the chord faded, and the song ended. A sorrowful quiet filled the tavern, interrupted only by sniffling noses and clearing throats. The fey raised his head, a brilliant smile on his youthful face, and the tavern erupted. Cries demanded more, and coin funneled hand over fist into an ornately carved box at the edge of the dais. He thanked each of his patrons individually, shook their hands, welcomed their embraces and tears, basked in their praise. But why? Yes, the bard had performed the ballad quite marvelously. Even Mephisto had welled up a bit. But something else had resonated with Candlekeep's residents, a deeper meaning unbeknownst to him.

"Roll a history check for me, Sam."

Sam shot a sidelong look at Charlie, hidden behind her Dungeon Master's screen. He could only make out the knot between her brow, her stare focused on her book. She said nothing else, remaining motionless. So he picked up and tossed his D20 along his character sheet. "Oof." He considered his sheet. "An eight."

Was that relief he heard in her sigh? "You don't know the ballad's story or origin." Her glare rose just above the screen to peer at Jack.

Sam followed it only to find Jack's easy smile and bright eyes. He considered them both for a beat. "What?"

Resin clattered on the wood behind Charlie's screen and she laughed—or scoffed, the screen muting her as well—and then she rose above the board, smiling. "Nothing. Would you like to play another song?"

"Sure," Jack chimed.

The fay set his harp aside and hefted his drum. “How about a dance?”

Travelers and locals alike cleared out a space in a minute, their movement rote. Though he had spent two nights prior at The Restricted Section tavern, he had yet to see their ritual. No wonder the bard had not introduced himself. It was then that Mephisto spotted a shiny gold pin in the shape of a lute, scroll, and quill on his lapel. College of Lore, then. Not just an entertainer. A certified storyteller, historian, and artist.

 In the midst of the commotion—and Mephisto’s distraction—the tavern doors opened wide, unnoticed at first.

“I enter with Dean.”

“Cas, I’m not ready for either of you yet,” Charlie began, but then she spotted the crestfallen look on his face. She glanced at her book behind her screen, then looked back up to him. “Alright, I’ll make it work.”

“I go in first,” Dean said.

“I do not believe that is a good idea, Dean. You’re playing Minos’ beast.”

Dean grimaced, but then rolled his eyes and agreed. “Alright, fine. But I’m right behind you.”

Castiel nodded, and Charlie continued. “Castiel, you enter the tavern…”

A dark haired, blue-eyed human in shining mithral plate crossed the threshold, drawing several looks. What followed, Mephisto imagined no bard could have anticipated.

Stranger than fiction, indeed.

A minotaur ducked under the frame to enter on the heels of the human, then rose to his full seven feet. Clad in similar plate, he cut a terrifying figure, and every single soul in the tavern froze. When had they last seen, if ever, a minotaur in Candlekeep? Or anywhere for that matter?

As the odd pair scanned the tavern, the minotaur’s golden glare stopped at the fey on the dais, then snapped to the patrons holding tables and chairs. He grinned. If a minotaur could grin. 

“Good man, allow me.”

He shuffled between the throng, then plucked the rather large table from the struggling man’s hands as though it were a feather, and gently set it aside. He turned back to the fey and asked, “A dance, Master Bard?”

“If you would have it, yes,” the bard said with a nod, nonplussed.

“Then I’ll make way,” the minotaur replied as he gingerly navigated the crowded tables. “Hooves make poor dancing partners. But I do enjoy watching a lively jig.”

Mephisto released his spear to cover his mouth in hopes to hide his laughter. Across the table, the half-elf had dropped her chin to obscure her own grin. Between them, they were the only patrons that had seemed to hear him. Still petrified, the rest of the tavern appeared to have missed the minotaur’s humor. He had taken up an empty space in a nearby corner and seated himself on the floor. When he looked up, he saw everyone staring back at him. Then he tossed a heavy bag of coins on a nearby table and said, “A round for the tavern on me! Have a drink and a dance!”

An uneasy cheer—but a cheer nonetheless—from the patrons broke the tension. They took to the cleared space as the bard began a jaunty beat on his drum, and dancers danced in trading pairs.  Servers weaved through the tavern in a wild rushing step of their own, and the fey sang a fascinating tune about a lycan and his human wife.

“Rawridan!”

Mephisto diverted his attention to the nearby corner where the unlikely couple had taken up a position. The human hardly had to lean over to speak to the minotaur—Rawridan—chastising him for what appeared to be careless spending.

“That was supposed to last the rest of the week.”

Rawridan shrugged. “I’ll win it back. Or the archivist will finally pay us.” He paused then and looked the other regal warrior in the eye. “Both. Probably both.”

When the blue-eyed paragon glanced in his direction, Mephisto suddenly found the bottom of his mug more interesting. A server refreshed his drink with great haste, and he used the distraction to continue eavesdropping, but the conversation never resumed. Rawridan had grown preoccupied with the dancers, his massive hands clapping along as he bobbed his head in time. And the gilded soldier—a paladin, Mephisto surmised—appeared mildly annoyed rather than truly affronted as he had at first. At least, he too, found some enjoyment watching the dancers as they bounced from one end of the space to the other, the beat quickly gathering speed.

Infact, the bard had long since finished his song and had merely continued to provide a beat for the dancers. Faster and faster, they spun and twirled and changed hands and kicked and stomped and cheered until they could no longer stay on their feet. Several patrons collided—intentionally, it appeared—and another raucous applause ended the song.

“A drink well earned,” the fey began as he set aside his drum. “And a final song as well. What will it be?”

Several songs shouted from the thinning group, and the fey nodded, gesturing for more. He picked up his lute and plucked at the strings, twisted the knobs at the headstock, listened with one ear. Patrons peppered him with more and more songs, an endless list, and even the half-elf added her opinion. Though it had snagged the bard’s attention, he still waved her off.

So thoroughly present, Mephisto found himself suspended between moments, those liminal spaces between thoughts. A chill coursed along his spine, and he shivered. Old bones rattled between his ears, but he saw no dice on the bar. Louder and louder, the rattling tumbled in his head, drowning out the people around him. No one else seemed to hear the clattering as it rose like rolling thunder.

But as quick as it had started, the rattling stopped. Then the tavern door opened again, and Mephisto knew without a shadow of a doubt who was about to enter The Restricted Section. When he stood, so too did the half-elf beside him. As did the paladin and his companion, Rawridan. And across the room, the fey stood as well, lute dangling from one hand. Patrons fell silent once more, following their bard’s wide stare to the door.

From behind her screen, Charlie withdrew the miniature she had selected and kept hidden. She set it on the map just inside the tavern’s doors, then cleared her throat and said, “You see…”

A harried young man in researcher’s robes crossed the threshold, unassuming and particularly nonchalant. The tavern-goers resumed their chatter and song requests, largely ignoring the Avowed Acolyte with whom Mephisto had grown familiar the last three nights. Ramilir, one of Candlekeep Library’s hardest working Avowed, spotted him immediately. He also spotted the others that stared him down, first the half-elf beside him, then Rawridan and the holy champion. Last he spotted the fey on the dais, and it was then that Mephisto understood.

Fate had gathered five threads for Ramilir to weave. And he had come to the tavern to collect those he was promised. With one more cursory glance across them, Ramilir nodded, then turned back for the darkness beyond the tavern door and disappeared into the night.

Without hesitation, Mephisto followed, but not before Rawridan and the paladin darted rather quickly out ahead of him. The half-elf crowded in behind him, and much to the dismay of the tavern’s patrons, the fey vaulted the dais. Quick as a quail, he threaded through the crowd and darted out the door a step ahead of Mephisto.

A crackling streetlamp barely managed to illuminate the otherwise dark road, both ends disappearing to nothing beyond its aura. Chill wintery air washed over him, refreshing his lungs as Mephisto breathed deep. He recalled Ramilir’s letter then, wondering if any of it had been true. Several referrals had recommended Mephisto, according to the missive, and not only for his prowess in pact magic and curses; no, it seemed several old acquaintances had recalled his time in the Waterdeep Library where he had studied with Farideh, the infamous adventuring Warlock, and had developed a keen eye for errors in translations, historical inaccuracies, and outright lies. So it was unsurprising that Ramilir had requested his assistance with a boatload of research.

But what of the others? The half-elf with her copious blades, and the bard with a voice like molten gold? Several guesses stacked up quickly, but none satisfied his curiosity. And then there stood Rawridan and the paladin, both formidable in their own ways. What use might Ramilir have of them? Did he expect trouble?

“I owe you all an apology.”

Charlie yawned as she said, “And that’s it for tonight. I’m beat. Long day.”

“Wait, what?” Dean squawked. “What happens next?!”

One after the other, Charlie stacked her things, books, screen, pencils, and dice in one arm, then stood. “You’ll find out tomorrow. G’nite, y’all.” 

Before Dean could protest any further, Charlie slipped away, shuffling through the war room. Indeed, she appeared beyond exhausted, listing to one side before she descended the steps to the hallway. Sam hoped that the Bunker provided her some measure of comfort. Or peace of mind. Anything to help her forget whatever kept her up at night.

He glanced around the table, but nobody said much of anything. Dean appeared quite confused. But then Castiel asked him if he wanted a snack, and that shook him loose, so whatever bothered must have been trivial enough.

Eileen and Jack wandered off at some point, deep in conversation. Sam, however, remained in the library, wondering. Charlie wasn’t a rookie anymore. She had driven all night, but for a… ritual? A curse? Regardless of what it was, it had to be serious for her to do something so drastic.

There was no use sitting alone and ruminating about it. If he was going to help Charlie, he had to speak with her. Tomorrow, though. Clearly, she needed the rest.

Sam stood and traipsed to the kitchen, resigned to solving yet another mystery. After one of Castiel’s snacks.

This series is complete! Reblogs are loved and feedback is welcome!

[therealvinelle]

What if the entire human cast were turned into vampires? (those who stay human throughout the saga)

Well, the first question we must ask ourselves, is who’s turning them? Who would do such a thing?

It’s a very stupid thing to do, after all, and a surefire way to earn yourself a visit from the Volturi.

Now, who in the post-Breaking Dawn world would want to turn all the humans near the Cullens into vampires, ensuring another confrontation between the Cullens and the Volturi?

Answer is, drumroll-

The Romanians.

As of Breaking Dawn, the Volturi are extremely vulnerable. Jane, Alec, even Chelsea have all been neutered. Renata is Schrödinger’s shield. She might work, might not. The more time they’re given to regroup after this, however, the worse news for their would-be usurpers.

Now is the time for a rebellion, but there’s no rebellion without Bella. Bella, unfortunately, is in a coven led by ultimate pacifist Carlisle, and Carlisle isn’t going to greenlight storming Volterra with an army. It’s time to get creative.

This could go many places, but the path of a biting spree in Forks and La Push is certainly one of them.

So, Vladimir and Stefan bite the entire human cast, and open Pandora’s box.

One of the first things to happen, I think, is that Billy, Quil senior, Emily, Kim, and Rachel are killed, maybe even before their transformations can complete. They would not want to live as vampires, to them vampirism is a fate worse than death. A mercy killing before they can hurt anybody would be the only way out.

As for the rest...

This would break the secret.

In this globalized age of internet, viral videos, and live TV, several hundred people all falling mysteriously ill with the same inexplicable symptoms, screaming and begging for death for days, slowly turning into something else as baffled doctors watch, before becoming massacring demons that tear the hospitals they’re in to pieces within minutes and proceed into the streets, killing everything in sight-

Aro hasn’t had a headache like this since ever.

This doesn’t even have to do with the Cullens anymore, though they’ll have to testify that they had nothing to do with this. Caius will be out for blood, though, any blood, and his ire will fall upon them.

This, of course, is the part the Romanians did it all for, because everyone knows that the Volturi are corrupt and would execute them regardless of guilt, so the Cullens will have to bring a new set of witnesses to this confrontation. And this time, of course, the Volturi are showing up to get massacred. Stefan and Vladimir high five each other.

And this time the odds are entirely in their favor.

In Breaking Dawn, standing by the Cullens was a suicide mission. No one knew Bella would be able to pull off what she did, none of the arrivals even knew she even had a gift when they agreed to come. Carlisle gathered only his bravest and most devoted friends.

In this scenario, now that everyone knows Bella’s gift neuters the Volturi, every single vampire who’s ever wanted the Volturi gone are going to want to be there. From random nomads to Maria with her newborns, everyone who’s anybody is going to want to be there, and they’re likely already squabbling over who gets to be top dog as soon as Aro’s a pile ashes.

And Aro can’t avoid this.

He can’t barricade himself in Volterra because there are hundreds of newborns loose in Washington. If he does nothing this will mean that the Volturi rule is officially void. They can’t enforce their law anymore, they may be alive down there in Italy but the era of the Volturi is over in all the ways that count.

If he goes to Washington, he can’t avoid the Cullens for the same reason as above. If he doesn’t collect their testimony to ascertain their innocence it’ll mean they’re now above the law, which in turn means that the Volturi don’t have the strength to punish them.

He has to go to Washington, and he has to deal with the Cullens.

Now, Carlisle may think the best of everyone, but even he would know the plot of the movie 300 when he sees it. The Romanians showed up at his doorstep, they totally didn’t create all those vampires wink, oh and here are eighty thug vampires who are already drawing straws on who gets to kill which Volturi.

More, what happened in Forks and La Push is only a taste of what’s to come.

Not only are the Volturi needed to help stop this madness, but if they should fall then what happened in Forks and La Push will only be a blip on the radar against the chaos that will be unleashed. It’ll be a genocide of the human species.

And Carlisle will have a culpability in that. The reason why this mass vampire creation tragedy is happened in the first place is precisely to see the Cullens go to war against the Volturi.

Last problem, it would be a massacre of the Volturi. Carlisle is a pacifist who cherishes life, even if it there would be no repercussions to the Volturi falling, forty-something vampires would still be killed.

I think at this point it would be unconscionable for Carlisle to allow this confrontation to happen. Question is, how to prevent it?

I have no doubt that the Romanians would be filling Bella’s head with conspiracy theories and what have you, for starters, explaining how her family will never be safe while Aro lives. It would be effective, even if Bella is told by Carlisle what this means for humans she’s not necessarily going to internalize just how bad that would be. Bella also has the problem that she romanticizes her love for Edward, to the point where she i Eclipse would let his family die if it meant she could keep him. Letting civilization fall to protect her lover would be acceptable to Bella.

More, the Cullens like humans well enough, but they’re not altruistic.

Likely, they would be convinced by the Romanians and the other vampires there that this was a fight for liberty, the human population would be fine, this is really no worse than Heidi fishing 40 people a week, we’re just more honest about it! The Cullens would want to be convinced, because the Volturi are scary and have proven evil in the past. If they’re not overthrowing them, they’re not just agreeing to live in danger, they’re agreeing to be slaughtered. It’s been established, to them, that Aro’s just itching for an excuse to kill them.

Carlisle can make his plea that they fuck off to Isle Esme while he alone stays behind to testify to Aro, so there’s no Bella at the confrontation. They’d refuse both because there’d be nothing stopping Aro from killing their allies and then coming after them when they’re alone, and because there’d be a real chance they were leaving Carlisle to his death.

Besides, with Bella’s gift they can hold the Volturi hostage, act nice or she’ll let these 80 vampires kill them. Nevermind that the vampires would just attack the Volturi anyway, and Bella couldn’t not shield them.

Bella and the rest of the Cullens aren’t going to go along with Carlisle.

Now, if Carlisle were Aro, the hard but effective solution here would be the Didyme route. Kill Bella, one life to spare the many.

Carlisle is not Aro.

What options does he have, then?

He could sneak away to intercept the Volturi, speak with Aro, hope to in some way initiate talks. It’d be a desperate, futile gamble, one where even if he gets Aro to listen it still won’t make their army-shaped problem go away, because Bella will never believe it if Aro says “we’re friends now! No quarrel! I’m definitely not going to kill you at first leisure if you let your army go.”

It’s an empty lead.

I think, given everything, Carlisle would swallow down the bitter taste of irony, call up his old friends whom he can still rely on, such as the Irish and the Amazonians, and ask very nicely if they would - sigh - like to witness that the newest Cullen-Volturi encounter goes over peacefully. The shapeshifters should be on board as well, after what happened to their loved ones and the countless other innocent humans killed or turned, they’ll never forgive the Romanians and not Bella for standing with them either.

So Aro shows up, and there’s Bella and the Romanians with an army of thugs, and there to the side is Carlisle with his tiny squad of witnesses. Who, should a fight break out, will try to defend the Volturi and get themselves killed in the crosshairs.

There’s a long silence.

Everyone is giving Carlisle their most exasperated eyerolls, his own squad included. Carlisle wishes he was rolling his eyes too, but the situation is a bit too serious for that. He just stands there feeling very uncomfortable.

Quite damningly for Bella, if she now allows the fight to happen that means the shapeshifters will be killed. None of the Cullens are particularly keen on the fight now that Carlisle’s likely to die.

Frankly, I think this would be an unbearably awkward encounter where absolutely nobody acknowledges aloud the reason why they’re there, or what was supposed to happen, and act as if it’s a normal trial, for the several first few minutes.

The Romanians know this is it, this is their chance, so right about the time where Aro is saying “How excellent that we’ve established the Cullens didn’t do it! Who, then, could the culprits possibly be?” they launch their attack.

All, at this point, depends on Bella’s reaction. If she keeps up her shield, then a glorious battle occurs, and most if not all Volturi die, the Carlisle squad are also goners, and most if not all of the Romanians’ army die as well.

The thing is, to win the Romanians don’t have to win - they just have to make the Volturi lose. So, even if they’re wiped out, if they can take out the key members of the Volturi then the Volturi will still have lost.

And this is where Aro’s planning enters into the equation.

Would he bring his key players to what was certain to be a slaughter? Would he even come himself?

Is it not perhaps wiser to send the twins, who in a fight without their gifts would be the first and easiest to be killed, to a secret location? Hope that, should the Volturi fall, then they can at least hope to take Bella down with them so that Jane and Alec will be able to keep the world from succumbing to a fiery hellpit?

And Jane and Alec couldn’t do this alone. They’re kids, for one thing. More, there are no men like Aro. His gift and personality both have been how he kept the vampire world under control for over a thousand years. It is a romantic notion to go down with your ship, burn with your empire, but it’s an impractical one. And Aro is nothing if not practical.

If he doesn’t show up to the trial it’ll just be sending his Volturi to be slaughtered, and as I explained above, not going at all isn’t an option either.

I think the twins would be safely whisked away to some faraway place, while Aro arrives with plans for an effective escape for himself and the core members, and as many vampires Chelsea was able to get to redshirt themselves.

This, in turn, means that even if Bella doesn’t use her gift, it’ll still be a slaughter. Alec and Jane aren’t there.

In the scenario where Bella doesn’t use her gift, this forces the Cullens to fight alongside the Carlisle squad and the Volturi. The odds are not so uneven as they originally were. Could be Aro still escapes, or given the tipped balances he could try and luck it out, to increase the odds of his side winning.

There are many outcomes this battle could have, but the Volturi would not escape unscathed from this. No coven would, the fighting would only end when there was only the victor remaining.

I, personally, like the outcome where Carlisle and Aro both survive, and find themselves living with a new world order. The secret is out, the Volturi are a shadow of what they once were, and the Cullens can never live as humans again. The two form a tentative alliance (because at no point has anything been cleared up between them) to keep this new world from descending into interspecies war.

Edward, now a Volturi, wonders where it all went wrong.

(There’s also the outcome where Renesmée joins her grandpa’s squad as a teen rebellion thing, and since no one wants to harm her the fight is cancelled. 

Aro repeats his ramble about nukes and missiles, the vampire community needs him to smooth things over and have Chelsea make all world leaders adore vampires or it’s over for all of them. Carlisle supplies in that poorly scripted random member of the audience says exactly what the magician needs him to way, “Yes absolutely the humans have weapons that can take us out!”

It’s awkward for everybody.)

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just any individual toh character hc would SLAP. mebbe ur thoughts on the twins idk this is vague

Nah it’s cool, I can dig it let’s do this

I only put this under a line break cuz it got so long oops lol

Emira:

Defo has a stutter that she went through a lot of intensive and grueling speech therapy sessions for (when she was about 7 years old) that she hated. Amity and Edric both know this and know it’s a sensitive topic for her. They’ll tease her lightly about it, but never in front of anyone else and they know where to draw the line. In my last Vinera post, I mentioned how much Viney adores her stutter. She absolutely loves getting Emira flustered enough to start stuttering. She’s incredibly patient and understanding when it comes to Emira’s stutter and Em’s feelings about her stutter, and she helps Emira learn to be okay with it again. It’s nothing to be ashamed of (and it’s cute).

My girl likes carrots. Like, really likes carrots. As in she’ll eat them straight out of the ground if she’s given a chance to wash it first. She really loves carrots. This is only an issue later on after she and Viney start taking care of beasts together and Emira’s been caught eating their entire stock of carrots that’s meant for the beasts. Viney has to keep the carrots in a secret box away from Emira after that point.

Emira actually really loves beasts/animals but has never been good at handling them. Any time she’d try to approach an animal to pet it, it would try to bite her. She’d get extremely pouty whenever this happens because beasts/animals love Edric. It’s not until after she and Viney start dating that Viney actually starts teaching her how to approach different creatures and her love for creatures reignites.

Emira’s a giant pushover for Amity. Only Edric knows this because he’s also a pushover for her. If Amity ever found out what power she actually holds over them, they’d be in so much trouble. They mask their love for their sister with constant teasing. Yes of course they get annoyed by her, that’s how siblings are, especially when Amity tattles on them, but at the end of the day, they’d help Amity hide the body if she asked. (The few times they witnessed her crying by someone other than their parents, they had gone on a warpath. Nobody hurts Mittens.)

Defo had a brief infatuation with Luz for like 5 minutes before she realized how head-over-heels Amity was. As long as they’re both happy, that’s what matters. She’ll take that secret to her grave though.

L O V E S having her hair played with, but like, only with people she’s super comfortable with. She has so much hair (mostly due to her mother’s wishes) and any time they all have attend some fancy gathering, Emira has to be seen by a stylist in order to get all her hair into whatever wild fancy shape her mom wants for the event. That she hates more than life itself, but whenever she’s upset, Edric or Amity grabs her hair brush and just gently brushes her hair out until she’s chill again. (She absolutely melts when Viney starts playing with her hair). In an act of defiance and because she needed this Change, the moment she and her siblings leave the Blight Manor permanently, she cuts off all of her hair. It’s very reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday. Viney loves it. Everyone loves it actually, but the biggest reactions come from Viney and Luz (they both love running their fingers through the newly cut hair because it’s so soft).

She likes to sing to herself when she’s alone. It’s rare that it ever happens because if she knows there’s other people in the same building as her, she won’t chance it. But when she knows she’s alone and no one will notice if she casts a silence bubble around herself so she can sing at the top of her lungs? You better believe she closes any doors or curtains in the area, locks everything, casts that spell and goes nuts. Her voice isn’t all that great, but it’s lovely when she’s singing quietly to herself while she does homework or something. On especially bad nights, Amity will ask her to sing to her. Emira sang to her once when they were like, 3 and 5 respectively, and it’s been their secret thing ever since for especially rough nights/nightmares.

Edric:

Yknow how James from Pokémon is just super good with Pokémon ?? Like, he knows how to treat them, he knows what they like, he asks them gently if they’d like to join them, etc. That’s exactly how Edric approaches creatures. He’s a natural with them, but he and his sister’s natural affinity for illusion magic kept him from pursuing that track of magic.

He’s always wanted a pet, but every time he brings it up to his parents, he’s met with the same firm No as always. He’s definitely gotten in trouble for trying to sneak wild creatures into the house to keep in his room. Thank Titan for Em’s cool new girlfriend who’s not only a multi-track student, but studying the exact subject he wants to study and is super eager to teach him everything she knows. He learns vicariously through her and helps her study for her tests. At first, Emira is suspicious of them, but she knows her brother wouldn’t be so cruel as to try to steal her girlfriend away from her. He’s just a dork.

My boy’s got a sweet tooth. He loves desserts and sweets and fluffy baked goods and often tries to sneak candies when he thinks no one is looking. Chocolate is a big weakness for him. When Luz introduces him to Human Sweets, he’s practically bouncing off the walls. Cotton candy??????? Flan?????? Dulce de Leche en Tabla??? He nearly passes out when Luz busts out what she calls a “chocolate fountain” and turns it on. Y’all remember that one image of a bird bathing in a chocolate fountain from a million years ago? That’s Edric.

Edric Blight LIVES to see his sisters laugh. He would pull all sorts of silly faces and dumb tricks to make Amity laugh when they were little. He still tries to make her laugh, but usually those have grown from giggles to disgruntled mumbling. He’ll never admit how much it breaks his heart and it’s not until he sees her laughing at something Luz has done that he has hope he may still be able to get her to laugh again (it’s also the first time he’s heard her laugh in years and it makes his heart soar in relief. He was almost certain their parents had stamped any concept of laughter out of her).

My boy Edric is so full of love and passion; actually quite similarly to Luz. What makes them different though is that Edric is Aromantic. He’s never had a crush in his life. He’s happy with his sisters and all of their friends and their family as it grows in the future. He has some best friends that he lives with for a while (after his sisters move in with their respective partners), but for the most part he’s chill. He loves his family, he loves spoiling his sisters’ kids, and he’s content with himself. It takes him a super long time to be content with himself, but he gets there. I will literally never get over the fact that his biggest fear is “being alone forever”. He’s never alone. He will always have his friends and family. And, thanks in large part to Luz, he has his parents back. His parents that actually were excited when he cast his first spell and tucked him in at night when he was a toddler, giving him kisses goodnight and pleasant dreams. Not the parents he’d run away from; those were the cold, uncaring, obsessed with fake concepts of popularity and status people he ran away from with his sisters. It took years, but Luz helped bring his real parents back. He loves getting to know them for who they are now that he’s an adult too.

He and Gus become best friends. Like, dumb buddy cop movie levels of best friends. They get into so much trouble when it’s just the two of them and they have the time of their lives. At first, he and Em just sort of took Gus under their wing because he was a little bit of an outcast in their homeroom for being so much younger than everyone else. But he’s a friend of Luz’s and a friend of Amity’s after a while, which automatically makes him cool in their book. They soon find themselves actually enjoying his company, rather than just protecting him from stray bullies, and they find his ability with illusion magic exciting. They themselves are considered prodigies so having another prodigy to show off practice with is super stimulating for all of them. As the years go on (and Emira spends more time with Viney) Edric starts calling more and more often for “Bro Time” where they go do stupid teenage stuff or test the limits of their magic or even just hang out and talk for hours. It’s actually all this time hanging out with just Gus that Edric discovers he’s aro; somehow it comes out that Gus has developed a crush on Edric and (major age differences aside) Edric realizes he’s never had a crush on anyone before. It’s a conversation that sucks a lot, but they’re besties and they manage to get through it. Gus maybe needs to take a day with his original gal pals to just cry about it, but he gets over it just fine. He also helps Edric understand what it means to be aromantic. Well, with the help of Luz and Willow as well; Luz is a walking dictionary for lgbt terminology and Willow’s super good at helping dissect feelings (when they’re not her own cough’outofsightoutofmind’cough).

I genuinely don’t know what he might pursue for a career. Part of me wants him to be independent and do his own thing, but a much stronger part of me wants him to just be part of Viney as Emira’s business. He loves creatures so much and he loves taking care of them, but I don’t want him to feel like a third wheel around his twin sister either. Maybe he becomes a dual track teacher at Hexside specifically for healing and beast keeping so more students can learn about Service Creatures. He can substitute for the Illusion track homeroom when needed, but he’s super passionate about the Service Creature sub-track he and Viney pitch to Principal Bump.

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The W guy.

Open for more drawing suggestions.

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Alrighty so since I’m bored let’s talk about a single dads au lmao:

The PJO/HoO boys have one of those dad groups where dads just get together while their kids play together and they just hang out and talk shit and drink juice boxes

Meet the ‘Hot Single Dads’ group:

Percy Jackson: the laidback and relaxed dad who the other dads sort of look to for advice because he seems to know what the fuck he’s doing. Juniper calls him a living miracle because he can get any screaming child to calm down in minutes. Has an eight year old son named Theo with an ex college girlfriend. Pining hard after Jason. Coaches his son’s swim team. Moms (and dads) love him. Teachers have a love hate relationship with him

Grover Underwood: the Epitome of the Stay At Home Dad. He’s got all the healthy snacks and a first aid kit on him at all times. Panics when his kid eats sand. Father to Willow (9), Nova (6), and Ash (2). Husband to Juniper. Allowed in the Hot Single Dads group because he’s Percy’s best friend since middle school and he’s got a lot of common sense and he’s great with kids. He’s also the one who tries to plan out meeting days around everyone’s busy schedules. Grover is the king of diy and crafts, and all the kids love him. All the neighborhood kids make Grover flower crowns during the summer and he'll wear them as long as he can before adding it to the collection of crafts kids have made him in his room

Frank Zhang: a nervous new dad fresh out of college who asks a lot of questions and has a lot of concerns. Has a four month old daughter named Anya with his best friend and ex-girlfriend Hazel. They met in high school and were best friends but didn’t date until college. But soon after realized they were better off as friends. Doesn’t go anywhere without Anya strapped to his chest. Works as a firefighter with Percy.

Nico di Angelo: not a dad yet because he’s in the process of adopting but hangs out with the group for advice and tips. The kids love him because he’s like their fun uncle. Accidentally got roped into babysitting Theo for a night once and realized he’s actually really great with kids and decided he wanted to adopt.

Leo Valdez: the dad who just does not give a fuck and also the fun dad. His kids eating a Cheeto they found in the sand? Shit happens. His twin boys, Mieczysław and Salvador (7), are menaces. Doesn’t like to show it but is constantly stressed out and worries that he’s not enough for his boys and wonders if he’s doing the right thing. He’s that one crazy wild friend from college you’re shocked to find out years later that they have a child. Leo is the one who introduces Jason to the group.

Jason Grace: new to the group as a newly single dad who’s worried he’s not enough. Has an eight year old son and a five year old daughter. Pining hard after Percy. Coaches his son’s baseball team. Moms (and dads) also love him. PTA Dad. The Mom™ friend turned Dad. Always has snacks, wet wipes, and hand sanitizer on hand. If you need anything, anything at all, there’s a 98% chance that Jason has it on hand. Shares joint-custody with his ex-wife and best friend Piper.

After his divorce from his ex-wife, Leo tells Jason about this Dad Support Group he’s in and that he should accompany him to their next meeting with the kids

Jason is skeptical at first but decides what’s the harm in going to one meeting

He wasn’t expecting to fall hopelessly in love at first sight with one of the other dads

“It’s Percy isn’t it? Can’t say I blame you. He’s got the looks of a Greek God.”

Leo teases him immensely for it and gives Jason a knowing look every time he catches him looking at Percy

Percy is a Terrible flirt

“So you coach your son’s baseball team? That’s great! Theo loves baseball.” “Dad I hate baseball.”

Grover likes to tease Percy for it but Percy reminds him that it took him two years just to gain the courage to hold Juniper’s hand

Aside from pining, Jason enjoys hanging out with the boys

He and Nico hit it off quite nicely. He also enjoys teasing Leo about his not-so-secret crush on Nico

He and Frank become workout buddies

Percy tried to join them on their workout days after Annabeth said he had the beginnings of a Dad Bod forming but between work, coaching Theo’s swim team and keeping up with his other long list of extracurricular activities, he just doesn’t have the time

He’s learning to embrace his Dad Bod

Grover has fully embraced the Dad Bod

Grover and Frank get along a lot because they’re both sorta nervous dads who worry about their kids a lot

And so Frank usually goes to Grover for all of his questions like “is this normal?” “She bumped her head is she okay?” “What can I do for this??”

And Grover gives him all sorts of advice and healthy snacks

Jason and Percy’s boys are competitive little buttwipes and are always getting into fights

“I bet I can run faster than you.” “I bet I can kick this ball farther than you.” “I bet I can swing higher than you.” “I bet I can study faster than you.”

Percy settles their arguments by getting in-between them, hauls his son over his shoulder, and brings him to the side and calmly talks to him in a low voice

Jason just watches like “Damn that shouldn’t have been that hot” before he realizes he probably should have a word with his son as well

Unfortunately for Jason he’s hopelessly in love and he’s like 99.9% sure Percy is dating Annabeth

Everyone thinks that Percy's in a relationship with Annabeth because they’re so close and she loves his kid

It also doesn’t help that Theo refers to Annabeth as ‘Mom’

So Jason just has to pine away and being the child he is, pulls at Percy's pigtails cause he can't deal with his crush

Frank decides to throw a fourth of July BBQ and Annabeth comes and Jason is trying to make conversation

Jason thinks he’s subtle but he’s not. 

“Your son Theo is a very charming boy, very polite. You must be very proud.” “Theo isn’t my son.” “Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you his step mom?” “No. Godmother.”

Annabeth laughs at Jason’s confused face and goes “If I was looking for a romantic partner maybe but nah. Percy and I are just best friends. I babysit Theo a lot.” (She’s hella ace and aro)

It’s obvious that he likes Percy

And Percy being Percy, he can't see it

One night like a month before the BBQ, he’s over at Annabeth's drinking and lamenting about this beautiful blond dad(dy) who Leo introduced to their Hot Single Dads group who's "literally captain America Annabeth, I swear I would go to war for that ass"

Annabeth recruits Reyna and Rachel to help her get these two idiots together

Side plot, Nico's surprisingly good with kids, especially Leo's twin terrors, and they get together cause the twins Conspire™ and Plot™ to do so

Cue many Hallmark movie shenanigans

Nico is one of the only one who’s can actually get the little devils to listen and behave. Leo is in awe and in love.

Leo gets asked about his sons’ names a lot

Leo: “Those two little demons playing on the monkey bars are mine. Mischief and Managed.” Frank: “...you named your sons Mischief and Managed?” Leo: “No, of course not. That’s just what they like to be called.”

Calypso is half Greek and half Polish and wanted to name Mieczysław after her grandfather. Unfortunately Mieczysław could never quite pronounce his name correctly so he goes by Mischief instead

Calypso also wanted to name Salvador after a character from Game of Thrones but Leo had to draw the line at Drogon. He already agreed to Mieczysław, he wasn’t naming his son Daenerys or Drogon

And since the twins are really into Harry Potter and Mieczysław goes by Mischief, Sal likes to go by Managed

Percy originally created Struggling Dads (Leo later changed the name to ‘Hot Single Dads Who Are Also Fortunately Not Heterosexual’) so his son could learn how to socialize and hopefully make some friends. He immediately regretted everything once he met Leo’s twin terrors

The children basically make up the Marauders irl

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Family Secrets: Chapter Five

Pretty Thoughts

Summary: After interrogating a demon for weeks on end, she gives you the information you‘ve been hunting for. Enlisting help from Garth brings trouble in the form of Dean Winchester. 

A/N: again, sorry about formatting, I’m on mobile. Also, happy halloweeeeeen🎃:)

Warnings: SPN style demon torture (lol), obscenities, slight angst (argument between reader x dean), Dean in slight pain

W/C: 2.7k

Masterlist/schedule

Previous Chapter

"Just give me their names you disgusting rat," you shout through clenched teeth at the thin, black hair and black eyed demon you have strapped to a rusted chair. Dumping holy water onto the demons face you smile as it screams out in agony. With clammy hands you lean in, your face just inches away from it's blood drenched cheek. "You're going to die no mater what, so give me what I need and I'll put you out of your misery."

The demon stays silent, looking at you with it's now chestnut eyes with russet rims. It's long lashes bat once at you. "Mandy," you say gingerly while pushing yourself up to stretch out your back.

Taking a glimpse at the devils trap you've carved into the floorboards of a room you and Rufus had added onto the cabin, it wretchedly begs, "it's been weeks."

"Pretty neat, huh?" You mendaciously chuckle while toying with the dagger. "I've expanded on the normal version. Thought I'd had a trick of my own. You're dying, slowly and never to return again that's to some spells I've learned along the way."

"How cute. A hunter dabbling in magic. Does daddy know that you're no better than those you're in search of?" She puts on a false pout before breaking into laughter, "oh, wait."

Your eyebrows erect to reveal your arrogant eyes and temperate smirk. "Names. Now."

The demon stays silent, continuing to look around for a way out. Fed up with its evasiveness you grab a syringe filled with holy water and finished off with a spell to elongate the effects, to quickly inject the demon before it can scream out. After giving a second dose, you throw the empty syringe back onto the tray.

"Guess I'll see you in a few days, then." You laugh, "if you're still alive that is. See, I do need this information, but if you die before I can get it, well, that just means I have to kill more of your kind. And that's a win win for me."

You stealthily turn to walk towards the wooden block of a door that leads to the cabin. As you approach the first step, the demon lets out a thundering, frustration driven growl. Twisting around to face the demon, you smile, "yes?"

"Allanah Sandburn, Rose Coach, Taylor something and Violet Yasmin."

"Who else?" you demand while striding over and paralleling you're torso to the demons, pulling your dagger to her cheek.

"Guess you're gonna have to get another 'rat' to tell you that one," it shrieks, spitting at you. "That's all I know."

"Good one," you say, wiping the saliva from your cheek with the back of your hand and letting out a small chuckle. "I guess you're right."

Thrusting the blade into the left center of the demons chest it lets out one last ear piercing shrill, throwing its head back in torment. The body twitches and convulses and the last bit of essence vanished from the vessel in a luminous flash of vivid energy.

After showering the dagger in holy water you use your handkerchief to wipe it dry before dialing a number into your cell. "Hi, Garth." You pause and smile, "yeah, grab a piece of paper, would ya?"

You rotate around and stride over to the demon. "Can you do me a solid and have a look-see at a few names?"

—

A nauseating stench vents into the smokey air as you glare into the pit and gawk at the burning carcass. You reach into your pocket and put the singing phone to your ear, "what's the word?"

"Why are you asking Garth to track down a coven?"

"Grumpy? What are you doing with Garths cell?"

"What? I'm no- didn't you see the number before you answered?"

"Luckily for you, I didn't. Slick move leaving your card behind, I thought I had your number blocked."

"Yeah, well," Dean clears his throat. "Sam says I may have been a little too tough on you."

"Tough?" You called me a fucking monster, asshole, your thoughts scream.

"Now, I know I called you a monster and hey," he chuckles, "I've been there. Like you said, a lot of hunters have a bounty on my head."

"And?" Do you expect me to fucking care? You think as you sit on the cement steps in front of the porch.

"And I'm not expecting you to care or anything, but, uh, I thought 'what the hell, let's give her a shot'. What do you say?"

"Give me a shot?" Better make sure that's an iron bullet, you cynically joke.

"No, look, I'm not fixin' to shoot you," he says quickly and then more smoothly, "I'm saying I want a second chance."

"Yeah well you can take that and-"

"Shove it where the sun don't shine? Tried that. It can right on back."

You can hear a playful grin that he's attempting to suppress, and roll your eyes at the image. "I have gone a very long time with just myself, I think I can handle-"

"You're not doing it on your own. Covens typically meet in groups of-"

"Thirteen. I'm aware. I wasn't born yesterday."

"Says the girl who doesn't even know when she was born," he scowls.

You laugh, "aw, would you look at that, it didn't even take more than five minutes for your true colors to shine back through."

"Okay, smarty pants, I'm looking at this from a logical point of view. Thirteen against one are not great odds. You want to get yourself killed? Be my first. But if you want help, do nothing until we get back. What do you say?"

"That's assuming that I'm not already being logical about this." You pause, "tell me what Garth found out and I light agree to that."

He sighs, "the main one you're looking for Allanah. I guess she was last seen somewhere near Kansas City, but seriously... don't go poking around until me and Sam get back to the cabin. Just stay where you are. Do you hear me?"

You switch the phone to your alternate ear, standing up from the steps. "You are not in charge of me, Dean! We met purely coincidentally, you threatened me and I went off on my own remember? I didn't even want to hear from you again!" What does he care anyway?

"Whatever. I don't care. Just don't drag Garth into it."

"Oh," you scoff. "So that's a perfectly acceptable thing for Dean Winchester, but I can't?" Asshole.

"What did you just say?"

Louder this time, you repeat yourself, "I'm saying you don't own him. You can't just keep bossing people aro-"

"No, something about an ass."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I could have sworn you called me an asshole."

Immediately you end the call and hold the phone against your chest. "How in the hell could he have heard that?" You say aloud, too scared to say anything mentally.

Walking inside to grab yourself a much needed beer you try to drown out the idea of Dean Winchester heading your every thought. You're trying to keep them concealed and nothing too personal, but after a lifetime of privacy as far as thoughts go, it's not as easy as you hope. Opening the beer, your phone rings again.

"Leave me alone," you growl.

"Oh," Tim says, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were upset with me."

You put your palm to your forehead, "I'm not, Tim. I'm sorry. I was just on the phone with someone else, and... what's up?"

"Well, there's this guy missing from my town. The police don't seem to be doing much, but I really gotta know if he's okay, you know?" He sniffles, "I figured since you're part of the FBI or CSI or secret service or something you could look into it?"

"Oh, I don't know, Tim," you sigh. "It doesn't really... work that way."

"Please? It would really mean a lot to me."

"Just... just text me the location."

By the time you arrive, the neighborhood is dark. No street or porch lights are on. Most of the houses are guarded up with rusted chains on the windows and skirted with tall metal fences. You grab your pistol from the glove box and double check the clip. With the dagger still in your boot, you sneak out while checking for wandering eyes. The sidewalk that interrupts a dandelion garden leads to a golden brown door. Checking over your shoulder once more, you pick the lock and creep inside.

What you presume used to be a coffee table is wearing the couch and underneath the two is a torn up rug. Shards of splintered wood litter the floor where the dining table had collapsed. A thick coating of muddy red blood is splattered over the previously cotton white walls and wooden floor. You aren't sure whether it came from one person or more, but it is enough to leave a man dead. The only room unscathed is the office, which seems to remain orderly if it weren't for the papers scattered around.

Whoever is doing this was looking for something.

After bowing to your knees, you rummage through the cluster trying to find a clue. You check the mahogany dressers of his desk, and find nothing to suggest he had a life outside of work. You open the screen of his laptop and smile when it pulls everything up with no need to enter a password. Finding nothing but excel worksheets and business projects, you focus your attention to the matching bookshelf to see much of the sale.

Nothing seems to be helpful until you notice that one is remarkably shallow compared to the other. Quickly and quietly, you pull everything out and using the heel of your gun you give the makeshift bottom a rough tap. After a few attempts it opens just enough to reach inside. The tips of your fingers are instantly cold to the touch of a large skeleton key. 

"I believe that belongs to me, sweetheart."

Drawing your weapon you whip around and lime the barrel between the mans eyes.

"Ah, the ol' gun to the head trick," he laughs with his arks in the air. "Go ahead, love, wouldn't work on me anyway." He drops his arms as you bend to reach the dagger, keeping him in sight. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I know what you're going for, darling, and I'd strongly advice against it."

"Who are you?" Dean help! You scream in your mind, putting as much strength and emphasis onto the name as you can, hoping that he can hear you.

"Trying to cut out the foreplay I see," he snarls while walking to your side. "Very well, then. The names Crowley," he says proudly, chin held high.

Bursting through the door of the cabin, the Winchester's lug in their bags and plop them into the floor. Sam shuffled through one of the books shelves while Dean is staring out of a, foolishly open, window. He steps back and forth along the floor before throwing his arms out and halts his pacing, “we have four missing people, and never seen or heard of before weather patterns."

Sam lets out an exasperated sigh, "are we sure they're even connected?" He pulls a book from the case and settles in at the table to flip through it. He scans the room, twisting his body in both directions, "said a minute. Wasn't Blue supposed to be here?"

"I couldn't give a -" in completion of a sentence, Dean screams obscenities as he drops to the floor boards, holding his head in his hands.

"Woah, what's going on?" Sam scrambles to his side, dropping to the floor with him.

"I don't-" Dean belts out another cry of pain, "I don't know. I can hear her though."

"Who?" Sam pulls his brother up by the shirt and sits him upright. "Who do you hear?"

Dean clasps at his chest, looking up at Sam with wide eyes, "Blue. She's in trouble."

"I'm only here for one thing." He puts his lips next to your ear, and a hand in your hair. "And I'd hate to break those lovely little fingers of yours to get it, but you see, I'd do anything to get what I want." After rolling his fingers down your sleeve he removed his hand to point at the key, "and what I want is that."

"Did you kill him? What's so special about this key anyway?"

He chuckles, taking a short breath and turning his back to you. "You're such a naive, little, what? Hunger, are you? You really think I would waste my precious time on this fool?" He side eyes you while walking over to the bookshelf. "The key," he says, pouring some bourbon into a glass, "is really for me to know and for you," he paused with a grin and takes it down in one gulp, "to never find out."

"Wow," you scoff. Dean! Dean! Dean! Grumpy! Dean!

His eyes squint before trailing up and down your figure. When they meet back up with yours they are curious, and intrigued, "what's your name, love?"

"I'm not about to play share and tell with a demon," you scowl.

"King of Hell," he says through his teeth. "I could snap your neck with a snap of my fingers," he smiles and holds his hand up, "humor me."

"But I've piqued you're interest, haven't I? You could have done that from the start, but you didn't." You mirror the expression on his face as he pours himself another glass without removing his eyes from yours. "Which means you need me alive, don't you? Why?"

"Because we made a deal," a woman's voice fills the room before she can be seen. Grumpy, please! She slowly walks to Crowleys side, glancing at him once before resting an arm on his shoulder. She smiles at you, "hi, Y/N. It's been so long since I've seen you. So for the sake of meeting in, oh I don't know, twenty or so years, I'm Allanah."

She makes her way over to you, wrapping her arms sound your back and grabbing the key. She hands it to Crowley, who disappears instantly.

Allanah laughs, "the part he doesn't know is that without you, that key is nothing more than a paper weight."

Dean drops his hands to his knees and struggled to get his words out through chunky breaths, "have you seen a woman?"

"I run a bar, kid. You're gonna have to be a lot more specific than that," the man scoffs.

"I got this," Sam whispers and turns to face the bald and bearded man behind the counter. Clearing his throat, he asserts, "I'm agent Scott and uh, my partner here is Agent Paxton." Dean sits at the bar, using it as a pillow and only raises a hand in acknowledgment.

Sliding a picture onto the counter, Sam continues, "her name is Blue. Have you seen her come by in the last month or so?"

The man only shakes his head, Sam puts a palm down on the counter. "She may have had a, uh, fling with one of your employees."

The man laughs, "if you think that narrows it down, you'd be mistaken."

"I believe his name was Tim."

"That sounds about right. That Tim sure did have a way with the ladies," she shakes his head with another chuckle.

"Did?"

"Yeah, he quit comin' round about two weeks ago. No calls, nothing. Was a shame, too. It's difficult to find people who work in this damn town."

Dean... please, I'm begging you. Please.

"Shut up!" Dean yells, pounding the counter with his fist and capturing the attention of the people in the bar. When he noticed all eyes are on him, he adjusts his tie and gives a tired chuckle, "bad dream," he jokes with a half nod and light wave before dropping his upper portion back onto the counter.

Sam pulls a card from his suit and places it onto the bar, "if you hear anything." He lifts his eyebrows while tilting his head slightly and adds force to his words, "from either of them, give me a call."

Next Chapter

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do you have any trivia info about the actors or crew that you can put in a post like you did with the carpenters?

i definitely do, i was just waiting for someone to ask :p

crew:

- the crew have the weirdest fucking conversations in the box and over the headsets. they need to be paying attention to cues, and for the most part they are, but between cues, jay n kash are in the box having an intense debate about their old sonicsonas and what they think aspects of said sonas really reflect about their old wounds. meanwhile qi’s just standing over them pinching the bridge of his nose and occasionally reminding them to do their jobs, and mandy’s somewhere backstage being very quiet and responsible until the intermission, when she softly drops the bombshell that she once wrote sonic/shadow fanfiction when she was 13 and that it’s still out there somewhere. kash loses her goddamn mind.- jay has a huge crush on mandy, and as a result is very afraid of talking to her. kash tries to be a good wingman, but she’s not a good wingman, and most of her pep talks boil down to “the more you go out of your way not to talk to her the more you’ll freak her out”. like she’s absolutely not wrong but the various intricacies of social interaction and social anxiety go careening past her and crash into the nearest wall. kash is about as sensitive as a rock but she’s doing her best.- speaking of which, jay and kash are in the same computer engineering program on top of working on adjacent switchboards. they’re the closest bond in the crew group, with qi and saadah as a close second. qi spends more time with lani and olivia than with anyone else in the theatre, but he also gets along pretty well with saadah, the only person who can touch (and cut and style) his hair without sending him into a downward spiral. mandy and qi are also sort of friends, but they’re not the sort of friends that meet up much outside of work. saadah’s closest friends aside from qi are beau and theo.- kash also has a (far less debilitating) crush on mandy. she doesn’t know about it and isn’t planning on becoming aware of it any time soon.- mandy has a crush on hugh jackman.- saadah’s one of those people who radiates trustworthiness and chill. she knows a lot of secrets about people, and won’t share them unless she has to. she won’t judge anyone for the bad choices they’ve made in the past, as long as they’re putting in the work to make better choices in the present. she draws the line in reasonable places most of the time. she will absolutely not abide by tacky fashion trends. silly bandz are her sworn enemy. olivia once came in with about a hundred on each of her arms and saadah refused to speak to her for two days.- jay’s bedroom is covered in plants. one of his attempts to trounce his anxiety led to him bringing in the spiderettes off one of his spider plants into the theatre and offering to advise anyone who wanted one how to plant and take care of it. many of them still have their baby plants today.

cast:

- sofiya is miko (director, theatre dad #2)’s actual blood daughter! she’s the reason he stopped doing his old job and started doing this cool new one. she’s repressed every memory of his old job and has a potful of psychological issues, but she’s alright. really. she’s fine. it’s fine- this means her family unit consists entirely of theatre people, including miko, theo, grace, and beau. she’s at the heart of the whole huge round river found family, cus most of the structure of the relationships in round river is built around this one core grouping.- dom gets along well with literally everybody, with the singular exception of candace, who reminds him entirely too much of his very catholic mom for him to relax around her. candace is just trying her best to make sure her friends are all leading happy, healthy lives, but her methods of encouragement come off as. judgemental. dom doesn’t respond very well to judgement or shame, which is why he hasn’t tried to reach out to his estranged family in close to eight years. - lani tries to get along well with literally everybody, but she’s only beloved among the cast (and qi), who think she injects a pure sort of fun into their lives. the techies (including qi) all think she’s the absolute worst because of how many props and costumes she’s managed to remove from the premises, and because of how much inopportune improv she’s prone to do during rehearsals while they’re just trying to set cues and blocking. also, if you don’t get along well with lani, she will know and won’t care, as long as you’re not ignoring her.- chris and maven dated once for about a month. no one’s quite sure when this one month took place, and erol has a conspiracy theory going that the two of them are still hooking up in secret. maven will adamantly deny this. chris will not. (x files music)- chris has gotten both maven and grace out of jail, either by pulling favours or shelling out bail money, respectively. she’s the big reason why they’re both at round river. - candace doesn’t have any close friends in round river. she likes a lot of the others, and Wants to be friends, but she has trouble connecting with them, with the exceptions of sofiya and mandy, who make sure she gets included in things. candace is nice, she was just born with the soul of a white suburban pta mom. she’s the second newest to the theatre after grace.- erol holds the current record for “most hookups through workplace connections” at round river. they haven’t had a stable relationship since high school, but they’re having fun. i won’t tell you who of the other theatre kids they’ve slept with, but i’ll save you some trouble and say that it’s only three of them. the rest of erol’s record is filled out with temporary hirees and choir folks.- erol’s (very intentional on their part) insufferable hipster image is somewhat hampered by their very real caffeine addiction.- leandro gets along incredibly well with grace of all people. he too would kill for you, except he can’t stand the sight of blood, so actually, you’re on your own there. they have some shared life experiences. he keeps trying to convince her to try acting at least once.- leandro wishes more than anything that fewer people hit on him. everyone thinks he’s a twink, because he is, but he wants nothing to do with dating and even less to do with sex. he’s just a gnc aro/ace whose favoured response to being hit on is “how dare you presume to speak to me”.- on a scale of the most to least needlessly dramatic: leandro, chris, lani, candace, erol, sofiya, dom. mind you that on a scale of 1-10 they’re all still like, in the 7-10 range, with the exception of dom, who i’d put at around a 3, but only because he doesn’t have the energy to be very dramatic unless he’s performing.- lani and chris are those two girls you knew in high school who set their relationship status to “married” on facebook with one another even though they’re not even dating. they compete against each other for roles.- dom is the party guy. he’s the only one who lives alone, so the group usually ends up using his house for cast parties, but he’s also the go-to guy to call if you need someplace to crash for whatever reason. his couch is your couch, and the presence of a guest gives him a much-needed excuse to buy something other than cereal to eat.- sofiya is responsible for the only one of beau’s four rats to have a non-french name. there’s bebe, emil, eloi, and lasagna. lags for short.

[yammering-salad]

Character Masterpost!

I’ll have to edit this as I go along but in any case here are my characters! They all have specific tags as well that will be listed in well, the tags! I’ll get better screenshots at some point too dw (either that or I’m just gonna straight-up draw them). Putting these guys under the cut cuz i have a TON of characters and nobody wants to scroll through all that lmao

The Commanders

Commander Lysander Ciaran

He/they | Unlabeled Gender/Sexuality | 12 | 5′3″ | Willbender/Dragonhunter

Despite his small stature, Lysander packs one hell of a punch, both in personality and combat skills. He’s been fighting his whole life, even before he was truly “born” and he doesn’t really know anything else. Unlike the other Commanders they’re always off doing something. The mere idea of sitting around and doing nothing makes them antsy. Despite this, they have a love for luxury and will use their charm and flirtatious ways to get out of anything. Their former allegiance to the Order of Whispers helped with that.

Originally, he dated Trahearne, and the two were inseparable until well, you know. Trahearne asked Lysander to be the one to kill him, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do it. Their fellow Commander Xeta took up the mantle instead. Since then it’s taken a while for him to readjust to well, everything. He wielded Broken Caladbolg around like a glorified club before Sol reforged the sword for him. 

Overall, his story follows the canon Sylvari story (green knight, malyck) the closest. He’s also fiercely protective of Taimi.

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Commander Xeta Lionheart

They/she | Nonbinary | Lesbian | 25-35 | 6′3″ | Virtuoso/Chronomancer

Xeta has grown up actively defying expectations. They became a mesmer after witnessing a human traveling performer as a cub. Later on, they left their warband to join the Priory, finding field research and planning from afar to be far more up their alley. 

Later on she befriended Lysander and Aralynn, the three of them becoming Commanders of the Pact and Trahearne’s closest confidants. Xeta didn’t exactly want to be in a position of power again, but her tactician skills she learned in Ash Legion and unorthodox combat abilities made her an integral part of the team. 

They have a not-so-secret love of Quaggans, and she was gifted a backpack as a gag gift from Trahearne. After his death she never takes it off.

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Commander Aralynn Song

She/her | Trans woman | Aro/ace | 20-30 | 3′ | Soulbeast/Untamed

Aralynn never got along with her peers. From the get-go she was ostracized for being “less intelligent” than other Asura her age. In truth, her intellect was better suited for more practical purposes such as survival skills and outdoorsmanship. At the first chance she got, she dropped out of the College of Dynamics and migrated east to Caledon Forest. 

She had heard things about the Sylvari, and where her peers saw creatures to study, she saw a culture to learn everything about. In Caledon she befriended many people and finally felt at home. The Sylvari’s carefree and genuine nature opened her mind to a lot of things, including her own identity. She changed her name to something more befitting of a Caledon local and never looked back. Later on she joined the Order of Whispers after getting caught up in some Asuran affairs with Zojja, using the Order has her escape route after being immediately reminded of why she hated Metrica and Rata Sum. There, she met Lysander and the two became fast friends. The rest is history.

Out of the three, she has the strongest connection with Aurene. She has some self-worth issues, but is incredibly considerate of other people. While Xeta is a fantastic tactician, Aralynn is always the first to think outside the box.

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The Helping Hands

(Basically extra Dragon’s Watch homies)

Sol Shungite

He/him | Male | Unlabeled | 10-20 | 6′3″ | Holosmith/Mechanist

Sol is the antithesis of a lot of things. Sylvari ideology being one of them, a typical Priory Magister being the other. He joined the Nightmare Court relatively young, initially agreeing with the view that the Pale Tree’s influence was suffocating. While in the Court, he mostly used it as an excuse to do what he wanted, conducting small-scale experiments. He befriended a timid revenant named Naoise, being the only one who was nice to him. Later on, the two broke out, Sol freed the White Stag he was credited with capturing, and killed Gavin, his recruiter. Naoise and Sol went their separate ways, but always had a feeling they’d run into each other again.

The Grove rejected his return, Caithe especially. Bitter, Sol left and joined the Priory, connecting with Sieran. She seemed to be the only Sylvari who never looked at him like he was some evil time-bomb, and she brought out the best in him. This was short-lived, however, as her death caused him to sink back into his ways of pessimism and apathy. He continued to be an asset to the Priory, albeit a very very volatile one. The forming of the Pact led him to the rest of Dragon’s Watch, and he slowly became a strange addition to the group.

He much prefers machinery to nature, and is often seen creating some new crazy addition to his armor. He runs on spite, especially when Caithe is involved, and often does petty things to “get back” at her. He’s quick to anger, frustrating to be around, but nevertheless a devout member of Dragon’s Watch.

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Rashaad Abara

He/him | Male | Pansexual | 18-28 | 6′ | Bladesworn

A noble hailing from Divinity’s Reach with a mix of Elonian and Canthan heritage. His ancestors fled Palawa Joko’s oppressive nature, finally settling in Kryta. The Abara family has a great reputation among the city, and Rashaad always felt like he had some predetermined role to fulfil. When his older sister Ikram joined the Seraph, however, his view of the world began to shake. Her subsequent “death” sent a shockwave of grief through the family, but Rashaad was determined to find out what happened to her. 

He ventured out into Kryta with nothing but a greatsword and his noble clothes. He wasn’t amazing with his sword but it came naturally enough. Eventually he did find his sister, alive, and decided to continue on in his escapades of adventure. He joined the Order of Whispers, befriended a rather intimidating charr woman, fell in love, and Oh Gods he’s married to a charr and he didn’t even tell his parents--

He’s a very sweet and sensitive guy, but his ability to manipulate and his battle prowess make him a force to be reckoned with. He has a strong sense of justice and a desire to fight for the greater good, but he can also get overwhelmed very quickly. 

(Rashaad primarily exists in my bf’s whole commander au dealio but he’s also here so meh)

Diviner Axel

Any Pronouns | Genderqueer | Bisexual | 14-24 | 4′ | Mirage

Axel joined Dragon’s Watch much later than the rest, having gone on his own personal journey for a while. After becoming fascinated with divination, they centered their whole thesis on a theory that there was an actual science behind it. The College of Synergetics was less than forthcoming, but Axel was not deterred. 

They stowed away on a ship to Elona, learning the ways of the Mirage and becoming even more fascinated with sand and divination. Unfortunately her personality makes her a bit hard to get along with. She’s full of herself (calling herself a diviner for instance), loud, has no sense of boundaries, and loves pulling pranks. Nevertheless, xyr tenacity caught the eye of Lysander, who was more than happy to let xem onto the team. The rest of Dragon’s Watch isn’t so sure, though. Deep down Axel is truly grateful for Lysander believing in it, but so far he’s the only one it’s opened up to. Her strange personality is mostly a deflection for the scrutiny she faces.

After tampering with strange magics, Axel’s eyes are an oppressive shade of orange, with swirly shapes embedded into the iris. Their hands glow like fire and are hot to the touch.

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The Cinder Warband

Aidoneus Cinderglow

He/him | Male | Straight, Ace | 48-58 | 6′ | Reaper/Scourge

A former member of the Flame Legion, it took Aidoneus a long time to defect. Mostly because it was all he had known. However, he was unsatisfied with his role, and defected to Blood Legion with mixed success. He wasn’t killed, thank the Khan-Ur, but he was reduced to the lowest of the low in charr society. He spent years trying to prove himself in The Bane with no success. Eventually, he left the Legions altogether. 

He formed the Cinder warband, an unofficial group that takes in people from all walks of life who’ve fallen on hard times. Mostly those who deal in death such as necromancers and revenants, but anyone is welcome to the group. The band occasionally crosses paths with the Pact, and is always willing to lend a helping hand if need be.

He’s scarily humble and down to earth, even though he’s super gruff about it. While he’s nice enough, he’s far from a pushover and is an absolute terror in a fight.

Khumbo Cinderglory

She/her | Female | Straight | 29-39 | 8′6″ | Harbinger

Tbh I don’t have much information about her yet. She’s a Norn and a member of the Cinder warband, though! Kind of Bayonetta inspired

Dogwood Cinderstorm

He/they | Trans man | Gay | 15 | 5′10″| Renegade

Dogwood is a super no-nonsense and to-the-point sylvari. Even down to his name. He spends most of his time traveling Tyria alone, taking on bigger and bigger bounties. They usually fight monsters but aren’t opposed to taking out enemy factions either. He’s a sword for hire, and he’s damn good at it.

He channels the spirits of monsters he’s slain, taking on a wild, more animalistic style of fighting. Despite his strange methods he’s incredibly efficient, and pretty well-off as well. He joined the ‘band as a way to get more leads and information for new hunts, and also having some backup is nice. He’s not super used to the company yet, though.

Others of Note

Suibhne Amaryllis

He/they | Genderfluid | Pansexual | 18 | 5′11″ | Catalyst/Tempest

Suibhne owned a popular Sylvari-owned and operated club and inn in Lion’s Arch. The whole business was super chill and well-known for its gossip. Unfortunately, the building was destroyed during Scarlet’s Invasion, causing Suibhne to go on a pilgrimage to rebuild his business. Now that Lion’s Arch has been rebuilt, he’s merely traveling for fun with Canach.

They’re incredibly theatrical and dramatic, rarely taking anything seriously. He’s loud, opulent, and loose-lipped as hell (made even worse considering he has Whispers connections). Although, he’s very protective of anyone he cares about, and won’t hesitate to pull out his giant hammer to prove that theory. He’ll gladly beat your ass, all with a smile, of course. 

Coriander Wolfsbane

She/it | Demigirl | Pansexual | 15 | 5′6″ | Berserker

I haven’t made her yet woops. It’s a chill goth Warden living in Caledon, she’s a good friend of Dogwood and often keeps him in check, making sure he comes and visits once in a while. Mostly to make sure he’s not dead. 

Ikram Abara

She/her | Female | Straight | 24-34 | 5′7″ | Weaver

Ikram somewhat abandoned her noble way of life, finding fighting centaurs far more fulfilling. Her parents were hesitant at first, but eventually she convinced them to let her join the Seraph. Shorty after moving up in the ranks she was kidnapped, thought to be dead, and held prisoner in a bandit camp for the better part of two years. That was until her younger brother Rashaad found her.

She left the Seraph, joining the Vigil instead. She hoped her brother would follow suit so she could keep a better eye on him but he had other plans. While stationed in Elona during the events of Path of Fire she learned the ways of the Weaver, and combined her swordsmanship and newfound elementalist abilities.

She’s very serious, way more than she used to be. Being locked up in a camp...changed her and left her jaded and bitter. Rashaad’s tried to slowly coax her back into the person she used to be, but eventually he’ll have to realize that he’ll never truly have the old Ikram back. 

That’s mostly everyone! I have a couple other characters but I’m gonna flesh ‘em out a bit more before I put them on here hehe

[ask-the-shiny-pokemons]

Noelle if she was cooler /hj

Open for more drawing suggestions.

[aro-pokeverse]

Silly Walt.