#Gello

[stromuprisahat]

... according to Church dogma, demons had no gender, making the existence of the female Gello demon an impossibility. Worse still was that the notion of independent demons challenged the omnipotence of God: the loss of a child was a punishment from God, caused by the sin of the parents. People whose children died were supposed to do penance, not blame the loss on a demon.

Woman's Lore (Sarah Clegg)

Gods, I ~love~ Christianity!

Something awful happened to you?!

Your fault!

[nervousmonolith]

gello

[gabrielsellesty]

GELLYFISHES✨💙 and some friendly models ✨✨

Imagine Zargothrax with gellyfishes🔥

[demon-love-story]

I have looked into Gellos origin, and she's supposed to be killing newborns because she couldnt have a baby herself. Wouldn't giving her a child take away the significance of why she's doing it? Also Gello is from greek mythology not from mesopotamia I think you got that one wrong

E'llo 'Mous!

You are KINDA right, but you also aren't :)

Lucerna is about demons and all other folklore/mythological stuff, I research and then either use that 'canon' knowledge OR bend it to fit the story that I'm still trying to tell.

To start with. Gello or Gallû was an ancient Mesopotamian demon (don't fight with me about that, check on Google). But this type of demon has many names in many other ancient cultures, some even call this type a witch. SO, in my story, I made every one of these demons as individuals. Some may be already deceased by the rime of Rubrum Lucerna.

Abyzou is from Akkadian folklore, a mortal human becoming a demon. Very similar to Gello. And that's the big change I did, Abyzou is a demon child who killed abusive parents and then was cursed as a snake.

So, meet Lucerna's gelloudes AKA the stryngai AKA the witches of the Byzantine period.

Gello and Lilith go way back from the Byzantine period. She was a stryngai through her family bloodline but didn't take it much seriously until she lost her unborn and her family, and her spouse's family were not that supportive. Especially after that abortion she became infertile and was deemed unworthy. She became a dark witch and bit off more than she could chew when she summoned Lilith through flesh offerings of newborns. And assumably she was the first stryngai who had gone on the path of darkness.

She asked for immortality and much more, she went living from one tribe to another during some periods of time not to be suspicious of her unaging. One day, in the Mesopotamian period, she asked for a baby. And Lilith gave her just that. Because she collected many souls of the newborns, Lilith could make a physical child with a soul that would make them conscious = alive. And Abyzou came to be! But because she was made of souls that had such a short life-span, she has a certain age she can't grow further from. It's a generous eight years of age.

Gello continued to steal newborns for her offerings, she couldn't stop not doing them, although it became harder with Pazuzu coming to be among the Mesopotamian tribes.

And Abyzou became a friend of Pazuzu through the short period of time she was created. She admired how they protected mothers and their infants, and when she found a father figure that was abusive she took it upon herself to punish them.

Gello ended strung up (originally this was the fate of Abyzou from what I found), I didn't change this bit, just swapped the roles. And because Gello was discovered, it put Lilith's life in danger because of a deal she and Gello made.

Abyzou was let off easy by being cursed into her second form, a snake, and once a year for an hour, she can change back into a child. Otherwise, she's stuck like this.

Her curse CAN be broken, but you must know her real name. It must be uttered by a witch by doing a blood offering with a newborn.

For the record, people through periods share stories and whatnot and the tale of Gello and Abyzou lived on from one empire to another until more similar demons showed up and it all got written down. For humans, this is ONE demon with a different name depending on which country they were spotted but in reality, they are individuals. The demons just didn't care, and let the mortals do as they please, they found it entertaining to watch humans think they put two-and-two together.

That's all the beans I can spill for today!

𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖞~❤️

[doobydoobydoowau]

"It is also clear from these monsters that the loss of a child (or the inability to have one in the first place) was not thought of solely as a personal tragedy for a woman - it was a failure of womanhood. Lamia and Gello may be sympathetic, but they are monstrous nonetheless. Lamia is, fundamentally, a woman who is unable to keep her children alive, and whilst there might be understanding of the pain this causes her, she is nonetheless demonised for it. Gello, meanwhile, is tormented not just because she died young, but because she never married or had children. There is no suggestion that her lost life could have taken a different path - she is not driven to furious murder because, had she lived, she could have composed great poetry, or written works of philosophy, or become an athlete. The failure to marry or have children, or to keep existing children alive, turned Lamia and Gello from beautiful young women into monsters, demons who were entirely outside of civilised society. They had failed at being women, to such an extent that they were women no longer."

- Sarah Clegg, 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘦: 4,000 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘪

[nonnodante]

Work in progress!!👷‍♂️🧱🔪👨‍🍳🚜👨‍🌾 Next summer we’ll try to start with a new adventure!🏡🏕️ Stay tuned and join us to find out what’s new!!! #agriturismo #agrinonnodante #aziendaagricola #farm #farmhouse #newadventures #guesthouse #trytoimprove #house #housefarm #tuacany #bedandbreakfast #gellobiscardo #countryhouse #agriturismotuscany #gello #workinprogress (presso Gello Biscardo) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cpdyf0CIIjB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[angsthology]

THE SMILE THAT EXTVEHD PN MY FACE WHEN I SAW THAT PART HEEHEHEHE KAGAKSHSNH

where the fun begins, 2 * ls2 (ms47)

it’s friday: logan throws the party he’s claims he’s having just for you to come around, not even knowing if you’ll be attending

pairings: frat!logan x reader, college!mick x reader

notes: um im on my phone in school i dont have a word count and neither did i plan on making this this long… sry guys uwu hope u like it (i’m desperately running out of logan gifs pls help me)

biggest thanks to @angsthology for helping me out with the white man fight and smug logan because i couldnt, for the life of me, figure that scene out so thank yew baby :*

(f1 masterlist)

| one | two | three |

friday rolls around, two days since logan had seen you in the bowling alley with another guy. he also spent the last two days organising a party, completely last minute, sending the entire house into a frenzy to set it in stone.

typically, parties are structured and planned at least two weeks ahead of time. but this time is different.

he can't ignore the frustration that clouds his thoughts when he thinks of that night. or you, in general. all he sees is you wrapped around someone else's arms.

he's been watching the door for the past hour, curious if you had taken him up on his invitation. it's been two hours since the start of the party, and logan knows damn well that word has gotten around about their open house party.

it should have been invitational only, as they usually host their parties. but it's way too last minute to make it an exclusive party. so, they made sure word got around.

he knows that you know what time the party starts. because mick's friends have already made their way into the frat house, drowning in alcohol and pressed up against girls on the dance floor. he only wonders if you would ever come by.

logan folds his arms over his chest, smiling smugly as he watches the crowd pour into the dimly lit home. he turns to oscar. "see? i told you i could pull it off."

oscar stops next to him, hands in his pockets. "i got to say – this is the most effort i've seen you put in a girl," oscar teases, glancing at his friend from the corners of his eyes. "you must really like her."

"i just don't like losing," logan scoffs with an eye roll. "especially not to some loser like the guy she's with."

losing? no, he is jealous. but he would rather abolish this entire party as a whole than admit that to anybody.

"schumacher?" oscar laughs, throwing his head back. "he's not even a loser, mate. have you even talked to him?"

"whose side are you on, dude?" logan frowns, throwing his arms in the air. "there is a wrong answer to this question."

oscar rolls his eyes and punches logan. objectively speaking, he is on mick's side; for your sake. but in a friend perspective, he’ll always be on logan’s side. but even he can admit logan’s a bit of a dick sometimes.

"whatever, dude." he smiles to himself, watching liam open the door to let another crowd in. "it's a very well-put-together party. i'm surprised. where did you get the keg on such short notice?"

logan has this shit-eating grin on his face, one that oscar desperately wants to wipe off. but he can only step back and watch the downfall of all his antics. it's funnier that way.

"frederik knows a guy."

oscar raises an eyebrow. "alright, mate." he pats logan on the back. "liam’s hosting the beer pong. let’s go?”

logan shakes his head, staring at the door with his arms folded over his chest. “later.”

“staring at the door won’t increase the chances of her coming,” oscar hums proudly, patting him on the back. he pushes him through the crowd of college students and massages his shoulder as he tries to find where liam had set up the table. "and anyway, they're coming after pre-drinks."

logan stops in his tracks. "how do you know that?"

oscar steps back with a smirk. "lily told me. did i not update you on that?" he sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes. "must have slipped my mind."

he knew, since the night logan plotted this party, that you and your friends would be pre-drinking before coming here. another reason you're apparently dragging your feet here is for lily – not wanting her to be alone in a frat house.

as honest of a guy oscar tries to keep himself, it doesn't remove suspicion from him trying to take advantage of her. understandable and respectable. so he told you to take your time.

"dude!" logan scowls, shoving oscar back. "that's vital information you should have told me ages ago! i've watched the door like a fucking hawk all night waiting to see if she's coming."

"it's funnier this way," oscar giggles. "also, it's because i'm dating lily."

"you're what? since when? why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"way before you started seeing her. but you're focused on the wrong thing, mate."

"i doubt that, actually."

"oi, beer pong bitches!" liam screams, his hands cupped over his mouth as he beckons for the pair to approach him. he's knelt on a bar stool to catch their attention in the crowd. "logan is up first for the public versus the house."

logan chuckles, slowly making his way towards the beer pong table once more. "are you sure? i'm undefeated, mate," he turns to his friends, "you'll never get your turn if i'm up first."

frederik grins, gesturing towards the rows of red cups filled with sizzling cheap beer. "we wanna see how long you last."

oscar giggles, patting his back. "revenge for making us scramble to put together this party at such short notice."

"and anyway," liam laughs breathily, stumbling into logan's body. he takes a sip from the red cup in his hand. "we have another table for the casual games by the pool."

"and i don't get to play at that table? how rude," logan scoffs, stepping towards the table. he spreads his arms out as he looks around the crowd. "any takers?"

there are a couple who try taking logan down in his own game of beer pong. but as someone who's always in attendance at every party on campus, he's simply mastered the game – how to distract his opponents when he's losing, how to throw them off the game, and how to hit the ball into the cups.

he's figured it all out.

the games pass by very quick, and logan only drinks a couple of cups out of the 6 opponents that are brave enough to step up to the challenge.

"seriously?" logan giggles, slightly intoxicated from the beer. he watches the previous guy walking away, greeted by his group of friends and consolations for a 'nice try'. but logan knows it wasn't a good try. he didn't have a fighting chance at beating him. "where's the real challenge?"

"i could probably beat you."

he hears a chorus of 'oh's from his own friends crowded behind him, lifting his head to meet a pair of blue ones. he sees you first, hands on someone else's body and an arm wrapped around your shoulders. his eyes land on mick, smugly grinning at him with a hand inside the pocket of his jacket nonchalantly.

"yo, isn't that-"

"liam, read the room."

logan doesn't notice lily threading the edge of the makeshift circle over to his side, greeting oscar with a smile. he tilts his head at mick. "you think you can beat me? i'm undefeated, bro."

he sees you whispering something at mick, swatting at him with a small smile. logan knows that look: the flushed cheeks, swollen lips and slightly smudged mascara under your eyes. you'd drunk a little too much during your pre-drinks.

and so do you with logan: the heaving, permanent sly lazy grin and slumped shoulders. you even notice the way he's already slurring at his words.

"mick, should you really be entertaining this?"

mick smiles down at you, squeezing you with a soft shake. "just a bit of fun. we're at a party after all. i'll keep it friendly."

"i know you will. but will he?"

"trust me?"

you tilt your head and lift an eyebrow. you sigh with a small smile, "fine."

"asking for permission?" logan scoffs. "what are you, scared?"

mick scrunches his nose, lifting his hands from you. "no, mate. reassuring her," he smiles. he slowly tears his jacket off of his arms.

logan clenches his jaw at the sheer audacity when mick turns around and hands you his jacket. he feels a wave of anger, something he's never felt before, rising in his chest when mick leans down and presses a quick kiss to your red cheeks.

this might just be jealousy. but it's an emotion so foreign to logan that he doesn't even notice it. in his head, he's just mad that he's lost you to this guy.

someone rumoured to have gotten into the school through his dad’s connections.

"you sure you wanna embarrass yourself in front of her?" logan asks sweetly, biting down on his bottom lip. "one more chance to back out, schumacher."

mick shrugs and steps towards logan. "all in, mate."

"just making sure you don't embarrass your little girlfriend," logan grins, craning his neck slightly and squints his eyes down at you. "you don't want everyone to see him lose to me, do you? you should advise him otherwise."

you don't even get a chance to react before mick steps into logan's line of vision to you. "don't bring her into this."

logan scoffs, eyeing mick up and down. he furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head. "huh?"

"let's keep this friendly?" mick smiles. he extends his hand towards logan.

logan's gaze trails to the hand held out in front of him. he chuckles dryly before turning away, earning another chorus of gasps and shocked whispers around him, walking over to his side of the table. "you know how to play beer pong, don't you?"

mick purses his lips together, retracting his arm before padding over to his spot. "yeah."

liam looks between them, drunkenly filling up the new set of cups with beer. the kiwi can only hope that they keep talking so that he doesn't have to rush with the cups.

"i can teach you if you'd like."

"no, i think i can handle myself."

"alrighty," liam stands, clasping his hands together. "enough yapping. play the stupid game, you guys. it's just beer pong."

logan remembers a time when you used to be in this crowd. cheering for him instead of some random guy you met in one of your classes. you should be on the other side of the crowd next to oscar and arthur.

logan doesn’t do great with losing. if that hasn’t been implied, he doesn’t know any other way to show it.

mick crosses his arms over his torso. “make a shot, reigning champ.”

“i can be generous,” logan scrunches his nose, pressing his lips together. “guests first.”

the boy across the table shrugs. the game doesn’t go by as fast as the previous ones that logan plays. mick was actually true to his word, knowing how to play the game.

logan’s drank more cups than he’s ever in the entirety of the evening. he has to take a couple of deep breaths, staring down at the table when mick hits the ball into the last cup on his side.

he lost. he… lost? how is that possible?

“good game,” mick smiles with a polite nod across the table.

logan scans the table, taking his last cup into his hand. he hadn’t even stood a chance against mick. he still had more than half his set on the table.

mick swiftly turns around, ready to approach you when logan speaks. “one more?”

“mate-“

oscar taps liam on the shoulder, his one arm around lily’s shoulders, and grins. “no, let him do what he wants,” he glances at lily, who is smiling back at him, “i wanna see how this goes.”

“he’s gonna get himself into a fight, oscar,” liam mutters, pointing at logan. “you know him.”

“let him,” oscar shrugs. “he’s an adult — he knows what he’s getting into.”

“one more?” mick asks, halfway towards you. “are you sure?”

“yeah. best of three?”

“logan,” frederik calls out, pressing his lips into a thin line and shaking his head. “mate. he beat you fair and square.”

“no, it’s alright,” mick smiles. “no hard feelings.”

“very hard feelings,” logan mutters to himself, reaching to the side to open a beer can to replenish everything himself. “you stole my girlfriend.”

liam quickly takes over logan, swatting his hands away as he fills one cup sloppily with half of the liquid trickling down the side.

the next game goes by even quicker than before, the entire duration flashing right in front of logan’s eyes. he’s lost again. at least, it was closer this time. it was tied down to one last cup. mick simply played his shot better.

in normal circumstances, maybe logan would have just taken the loss as one would. but this is mick we’re talking about. logan will be anything but diplomatic about it.

“you had me nervous for a moment there!” you giggle. you move your arm out to avoid spilling the cocktail that frederik very graciously mixed for you during the game. “i thought you were going to have to play the third round.”

mick laughs breathily, blinking rapidly with a hand on his chest. “me too. i’m filled with alcohol,” he laughs, sweeping you into his arms. he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, lifting you slightly from the ground. “let’s go whenever you want to?”

“aw, mate,” frederik sighs, heading over to mick. “house rules: the winner stays until defeated.”

“no way,” you whine, jokingly tearing frederik’s hands from mick. “i wanna head to the bar and get another drink with him!”

“fuck this,” logan mutters, throwing the racket down on the table. he snatches the last cup on the table and glances over at you excitedly bouncing as mick swept you up into his arms.

he rolls his eyes, whirling around and heading towards the backyard of the house.

mick hums as you engage in a conversation with frederik, his hand still on your waist. “um, hold on,” he whispers, tapping you gently. “i’ll go check on him. he looks mad.”

you tug on his shirt. “no, he’ll be okay. he’s just a sore loser, mick.”

he laughs, shaking his head as he detaches himself from your grasp. “i just wanna ask him if he’s okay. i’ll meet you guys at the bar.”

you hum hesitantly, letting go of his hands finger by finger. frederik nudges you in the direction of the bar where oscar and lily are already walking towards.

mick steps out into the backyard, hopeful to find the blonde that turned his back on them. while he didn’t frequent petty fights, logan’s reactions are just very entertaining to him. all because he had failed to appreciate your presence when he was blessed with it and mick stepped up to take you out on a date.

and when he was hearing whispers about logan remaining undefeated at the beer pong table, he took up on the chances. perhaps the alcohol made him feel slightly competitive.

he’s ashamed to admit that he let his ego get the best of him and that’s why he stepped up to logan’s challenge.

“mate,” mick announces his presence, slowly approaching logan sitting on one of the sun beds by the pool. “i hope you didn’t take the game to heart.”

“fuck off,” logan mutters, dropping his head low. he picks at the grass under the bed and clenches his jaw. “what are you doing here anyway? shouldn’t you be celebrating with your girlfriend?”

“she’s not my girlfriend.” logan looks up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “yet.”

“seriously, what’s your deal? have you just come here to parade in my face that you got the girl or something?” logan pushes himself up to his feet. “i get it, man.”

mick sighs. “no. i was checking on you. you look like you had too much to drink there.”

“i don’t need you babysitting me,” logan shakes his head and folds his arms over his chest. “i’m a grown adult.”

“do you need some water? i don’t imagine you feel so good after chugging that much beer,” mick mutters under his breath. “you should really sit down.”

“don’t act like you care.”

“logan,” mick sighs, closing his eyes momentarily to let his frustration pass. “iced or room temp water?”

logan rolls his eyes. “stop acting all saint-like, man. i know you wanna hit me.”

“mate, i do not want to hit you.”

“for sure, you do. you just don’t know it yet.” logan shoves his hands into his pockets. he takes a step forward. “we all know you want to hit me. just do it.”

mick takes note of the step he takes, but stays planted into the ground. “i don’t want to fight you.”

“i know you do. the urge just hasn’t clawed at you yet,” logan grins sloppily. another step forward. “or are you holding back? because she doesn’t like messy guys and you’re scared you’ll lose her it you throw a punch?”

“i’m not holding back. fighting is a waste of time — i don’t like it.”

“she’s very conservative, dude, but she’s very forgiving,” logan nods, looking into the glass doors that lead into the house. he tries to spot you in the crowd but when he doesn’t, he returns his attention to mick. “you’re allowed a couple mistakes.”

“i’m not taking advantage of her like that.”

“i’m not asking you to take advantage of her kindness. i’m telling you that if you need to throw a punch or two, she will definitely forgive you. no need to be scared.”

mick laughs slightly, throwing his hands into the air to surrender. “i’m really not looking to fight with you. that’s beyond me, mate.”

“she appreciates when you let loose a little bit,” logan nods to himself. “why do you think we were going out all those months together? it’s not just cause i won her over with my charm, ya know. she’s got a bit of a wild side, mate.”

mick tilts his head, squinting slightly. he appreciates the extent logan is going to just to rile him up.

“if you don’t know that, then maybe she’s just not comfortable with you.” one more step forward. “i know so well a side of her even you’ve never seen before.”

“do you?”

“yeah,” logan answers in a low tone. he drops his head, one corner of his lips turning up into a smirk. “she’s got that perfect picture smile from a magazine, but you should have seen her when we went to this one party on campus.”

“ah. so?”

“do you know that she gets touchy when she consumes tequila?” logan perks up innocently. “very brave — she’s taken body shots before, you know. off of me?”

“okay? that was a frat party; of course you guys would host that kind of activity. i was there when that happened.”

logan ignores the jabs at the fraternity.

“kissed her yet? in case you haven’t, she tastes like those strawberry mints she always keep a tin of inside her pocket. they’re very minty, but it’s lovely.”

mick grins, pursing his together. “yeah, i know.”

“have you seen her in that one baby doll dress that she likes wearing a lot? what about her yellow sundress that barely covers her thighs?” logan pouts his bottom lip out. “it’s a scene when the wind comes by.”

“mate, you’re kind of crossing a line now,” the german chuckles. “don’t talk about her like that. i know you like her too.”

logan takes another step forward, eager to find that one trigger in mick. “do you know the mole she’s got on her hip? on the left side of her lower back. it’s really really visible when you’re fuc–“

“aw, fuck’s sake!”

logan almost bursts into laughter when he realises what had happened. his back meets the land of grass in the backyard, a pain shooting through his face. when he looks up, a crowd has formed around them during their conversation and liam is already knelt by his side.

lifting his head, he sees mick covering his face with both hands. he runs his hands through his hair as he looks down at logan with wide eyes, hands cupping his warm cheeks. “oh, my god. oh my god.”

oscar and lily pour out of the glass doors with a crowd following them out, the australian raising his eyebrows at his best friend lying back on the ground with a bloody nose.

“logan?” oscar asks, already knowing that he’s probably done or said something to trigger the normally calm headed man in front of him. “what did you do?”

logan scoffs, letting liam help him to sit on the sun bed. “i have the bloody nose and you’re asking me what i did? why don’t you ask him? he hit me.” logan points at mick as he takes the tissues that liam is putting into his hands.

oscar stares at logan. “really? you’re going with that?”

“yeah,” logan grins, glancing at mick. he presses the tissues to his nose, hissing when pain shoots through his face again at the contact. “god, dude. you don’t look like it but you can throw a punch.”

mick nurses his knuckle, taking a couple of steps back. “i know, mate. i’m not stupid.”

you stumble out of the glass doors, heaving as frederik keeps a firm grip on your shoulders. you were in one of the bathrooms upstairs — where it’s exceptionally cleaner — when mick threw the punch (frederik was holding your purse waiting for you outside the door).

when you made your way back down, the crowd inside the house halved. frederik would tap ollie, taking body shots off of someone, asking where everyone had gone.

and ollie, lying back on the table as he put salt on his stomach, pointed to the backyard and muttered something about a possible fight. “logan, maybe,” he muttered before promptly shooing you away.

you look at mick first, who has his shoulders slumped with oscar and lily by his side and is staring at you with guilt all over his face. then you look at logan, being nursed by liam and someone else, with a tissue and an ice pack against his face.

“yeah?” logan perks up with a scoff at you. “can’t pick who to nurse?”

@cashtons-wife @localwhoore @vroomvroomcircuit @foreveralbon @what-is-happening-helpp

[potato-lord-but-not]

so i did something

I NEED THIS SO BAD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

[circusinarun]

Papanardo, uncletello? Phah! Uncle-gello!

Gello sounds like jello... Like jelly... Jelly uncle

[thebindingofpillo]

Mhmmmmm this picture seems a bit empty, wonder what I could add…

Perfect.

Okay a teeeeny bit of lore. Gello was supposed to be Lilith and Satan’s child (hence why the stepdad joke with Cain) and bc of this pregnancy Lilith would have become tainted. The thing took a VERY dark turn so I scrapped it altogether. Now the stepdad joke doesn’t really make sense, but I still thought it was funny.

Idk why Lilith’s wearing that shirt tho, my mind works in mysterious ways, especially to me.

[figitorynonsense]

i fully support your decision (i foam at the mouth at mara content like astra foams at the mouth at vasilia and heath)

so… Costra? Marta? Asra?

yea… my brain has been left alone for too long and now, because I want both more Astra content, and more Mara content my brain has decided to ship them, I am drawing fanart as we speak, send help

[stromuprisahat]

In some ways these dismissals of our demonesses [from their male scholarly contemporaries] might seem legitimate: we can, after all, be fairly confident that there weren’t snake-women flying around murdering children, nor virgin ghosts returning from the grave to kill young women. Perhaps the men who ridiculed Gello-believers were just logical, thoughtful individuals: philosophers, who understood the natural world better than the ‘foolish old women’ around them. However, this defence only holds up so far. As we’ll see plenty of men – even educated, religious, revered ones – were quite happy to accept myths about seductive snake-women who wanted to murder sailors, or monsters disguised as beautiful women trying to trick innocent men into marrying them. It wasn’t the existence of magical snake monsters that disturbed the cool logic of their minds – it was the existence of magical snake monsters who didn’t focus their attentions on men. We can also see this, to a lesser extent, in ancient Greece and Rome – there are no slightly patronizing rationalizing accounts about the sexy version of Lamia.

Woman's Lore (Sarah Clegg)

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Kravei

Making five OCs for every clan!

Adagio Riccardo Kravei: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Adagio was the father and predecessor of Roctis, and the older brother of Kronos Paradiso. He was a great Clan Leader but a terrible father. He was always on top of his duties and answered to his clan members’ needs. If the other Clan Leaders were involved, then he was committed. He was born for that role and his parents had high if not impossible expectations for him. And Adagio delivered flawlessly. He never complained, and viewed their unforgiving training regimen for him as his destiny. It was grueling, but he enjoyed every moment of it. He even reprimanded his parents at times because they didn’t give him enough work or discipline etc. Adagio managed to impress and pressure his predecessor with his extreme competence thus took over their Soul Weapon and title of Clan Leader at the young age of around 400 years old. He was more than ready and his predecessor saw no reason to delay his succession just because. Kravei clan members all agree that Adagio is their most excellent Clan Leader in the last who knows how many generations. He celebrated and smiled with his people for their success and milestones, and cried with them during their struggles. He was the strong, kind, and understanding leader and friend they needed. He could be Adagio the Magnificent or Adagio the down-to-earth fellow babysitter for the day depending on who he was with. The big Kravei family was glad that he wasn’t the Lord or something even if he had the qualities for one, because then he wouldn’t be their beloved Clan Leader. In their eyes, he was perfect. All but one were oblivious to his dark and cold side… his son and successor Roctis. Like how Adagio’s parents set near impossible expectations for him, he subjected Roctis to the same pressure.

Except Roctis was… average. He was diligent and hardworking but despite his honest efforts, he was lackluster in his father’s eyes. Adagio refused to believe that his heir had so-called limits because he himself was brilliant and unfortunately couldn’t relate to struggling. He accused Roctis for being “rebellious” and “lazy” and heavily punished him for it. After all, how could Roctis, the future Clan Leader, serve the Kravei well if he’s a failure? Adagio forced Roctis to kneel on spikes and whipped his hands, legs, and back. He wasn’t trying to be cruel out of malice, though. In fact, he dreaded each time he had to do such things to his son. He truly believed that he was doing the right thing to guide Roctis back “on the right track” and sobbed and wailed as he carried out the punishments. Roctis never showed much emotion as he endured said punishments and always apologized and promised how he’d work harder next time. Adagio himself applied healing potions on his son’s body after each time and again, wept as he did. Roctis comforted himself by convincing himself that this was just his father’s twisted love for him. And it was. Adagio was nice to Roctis in public, though. He only abused him behind closed doors so not even their closest servants had any idea. He didn’t do this because he was afraid of being branded as a cruel father, but because he was ashamed to let anyone know of Roctis’ incompetence. Plus, he believed he gave his son dignity by preventing witnesses. Roctis was determined that when he has children, he’ll never subject them to such torture and he’ll give them all the freedom they want. Well, we know how that goes. Adagio’s hobby was making and collecting fish hooks.

Gello Kravei: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Gejutel’s generation.

Gello has done great deeds for humanity, especially women and children. She is passionate about it to this day and sees it as her life mission. She appreciates the ways of human life while simultaneously taken aback by the crimes humans commit. Generally, she has a neutral and positive-leaning opinion of them, but she’s aware of the horrors of human nature so she does her best to counter that on her part. Gello and her supernatural piranha friend Roti travel the world to perform safe and painless abortions for women in need. They’ve also built multiple hidden communities in different locations scattered throughout the world to take in women and children who have left their unsafe homes in search for a new place to stay. Gello’s many sisters run these communities and conceal them with their supernatural noble powers so they stay hidden from the rest of the world, especially from those who try to find the “missing persons”. Gello and Roti have helped countless individuals and families escape from abusive circumstances and will continue to do so for a long, long time. They may have even visited a certain snow werewolf matriarch in the mysterious snowy mountains for insight on how to run peaceful, tight-knit communities. One of Gello’s close childhood friends was her Clan Leader Adagio, who shed tears of overwhelming joy upon learning of her intentions to help humans. He offered to fund everything Gello and her sisters needed for running their communities and routinely asked them if they needed more despite always giving them way more than they can spend. Before Adagio entered eternal sleep, he left them a generous sum for their cause, and a public statement to his other clan members that they should all learn from Gello’s example and do good deeds for humanity. Gello’s hobby is shoemaking, if she has the time for that.

Sakina Nereida Kravei: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Sakina is the study buddy and playmate of Ignes. Her parents volunteered her for the position because they saw it as an opportunity for prestige. Sakina had no ambition for said prestige yet obliged to her parents’ wishes because they manipulated her into believing she was indebted to them for bringing her into existence. In reality, they had their daughter to satisfy their own desire to climb the social ladder. They did care for her, but any sort of superficial parental instinct would’ve gone out the window the moment she showed resistance towards their plans for her. Maybe her birth was even timed to match that of Ignes. Sakina’s parents pressured her into delivering a self-recommendation letter to Roctis. It was approved, and the two children were introduced to each other soon after. Sakina was neutral at first but gradually felt more uncanny as she caught glimpses of Ignes’ true nature from her abnormal behavior and remarks. Still, she stuck with Ignes because backing out wasn’t an option. More precisely, she didn’t have a home to return to and her parents probably would’ve strangled her if she called quits. Eventually, Sakina was won over. Perhaps Ignes helped her experience her first sense of purpose. Those rushes of excitement became an addiction and soon she was obsessed with Ignes. Her savior. Ignes could live without Sakina, but Sakina couldn’t live without Ignes.

Curiously, as unhinged as Ignes was, she treated her companion quite well. Sakina was set on repaying that “sincerity” and stepped in and offered herself when Ignes was being difficult. Although she detested pain, she willingly let Ignes experiment on her and was proud to be the Kravei heir’s first science project, in a sense. For a while, she was able to keep Ignes from hurting others by offering herself instead. Roctis’ response to Sakina’s efforts was thanking her, then telling her he looked forward to her future good work. This put immense pressure on her because she wasn’t sure about how long she could keep the ticking time bomb under control either. She did wonder why Roctis never put his foot down with his daughter for once and all but kept her mouth shut as she was in no position to comment on his parenting. As expected, Ignes eventually got bored of having her companion as her only test subject and went after other nobles. Sakina felt terrible witnessing it happen because she had promised Roctis she’d do her best to keep an eye on Ignes and prevent her from stepping out of line, yet it seemed like she could no longer deliver this promise. One day, Ignes asked her companion to join her. Sakina’s inner voice told her to refuse but her loyalty to Ignes was able to outweigh her morals, so she agreed to becoming an accomplice. When Roctis found out, he fired Sakina for “encouraging” Ignes to take the wrong path thus failing as a companion… even though the real guilty one was his own daughter, whom he did not punish. Sakina went into hiding after she was kicked out and a very nice Titus noticed and took in the distraught young woman and offered her a place to stay in his library tower. Titus continued to hide her from her clan’s sight and ignored Ignes when she went around looking to take back what’s hers. Otherwise, Ignes would’ve taken her ex-companion with her when she and Roctis left Lukedonia along with the other traitor nobles. Currently, Sakina is working in rehabilitation for troubled nobles, especially youngsters.

Jayashri Kravei: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Jayashri was born outside of Lukedonia as her parents loved to travel and their noble home was too small for them. Her parents found a deserted island, fell in love with it, and built their new home there… all far, far away from Lukedonia and its seemingly endless problems. The small family of three lived together happily and once Jayashri was a young adult, her parents started to travel again and asked if she’d like to come with them. She felt quite comfortable on their island and had no need to venture outside, so she said safe travels to her parents, hugged them tightly, waved, and went back inside. Jayashri’s time alone was happy and peaceful, and she befriended the local snake population, which was all she needed for company. Despite in a remote location, her deserted island was not completely out of reach from human explorers and whatnots. Every now and then, there’d be a shipwreck and Jayashri would rescue and nurse the humans back to health. She’d load their ships with food and water before they sail off. Interesting, some individuals decided to say goodbye to their exploration party in order to stay on the island with their savior. Perhaps they fell in love with her. Jayashri didn’t particularly care about humans, just that she’d like to not see any die in front of her. But, she was okay with pretending to love them back, for unknown reasons. The human lifespan is short after all. Maybe she thought she could be kind and help them experience a fulfilling life. They’d be dead in a few decades, so it wasn’t like a commitment of any sort to her and only a temporary effort. And so roughly every two or three centuries, Jayashri would act as a loving and caring partner to a human who genuinely loved her. Then, she’d bury them after they die and go back to living in solitude. Rinse and repeat. One day, her parents came back to their island and told her it was time for them to go home to Lukedonia for a while to visit their other family members, and they departed at once. Jayashri’s parents continued to travel after their family business was over while she herself decided to stay in Lukedonia because she liked it there. More importantly, she finds the love of her life. Jayashri is the partner of Eun Ru. Their kids are twins Dasik and Yakgwa Ru, and they are planning for a third. The deserted island is now their vacation home.

Casimir Kravei: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Casimir is quite an unusual fellow. He bears uncanny resemblance to Raizel’s brother, to the point where he actually looks more like him than Raizel who is his actual brother. In a nutshell, they’re kinda twins. He’s also Raizel’s brother’s friend, confidant, informant, and valet… and maybe even more. Who knows. Casimir is rather secretive about his personal life so people have little knowledge of him aside from his physical appearance, which in itself is a mystery. Mere coincidence? Good question. He isn’t remotely related to the noblesse yet they look identical and arguably indistinguishable if it weren’t for their different auras. That’s where it gets interesting. You see, Casimir is Raizel’s brother’s shadow. He follows him everywhere and tends to his needs. He can do paperwork and dirty work depending on what is needed of him. He is the first person Raizel’s brother sends to collect information on someone. Sometimes, he even presents himself as the noblesse and communicates and gives orders on his behalf, all possible thanks to a special noblesse aura imbued jewelry artifact given to him by none other than whom he serves. That’s how much trust the noblesse has in Casimir. The possible motives behind his loyalty are a mystery too. Casimir and Raizel’s brother have a daughter together named Crescentia Kravei who is just as mysterious as her fathers. Casimir’s fate is unclear after the noblesse’s execution, but he is alive and so is their daughter. In hindsight, the identity of the man Edian handed the bloodstone to back then is debatable. But, that can stay a mystery too because i don’t wanna keep writing this anymore

Thank you for reading! That is it! I’m finally done yay.

[warlenys]

gut check says hi wilson is sad that he’s the only fruit on his family tree but don’t worry in six episodes he is going to run away with a man thus curing his internalised homophobia through intense gay exposure therapy

[geolyte]

baby vampire (it's not even a real baby)

[notcatseatheadrest]

i love yapping