#Lilith Lorraine

[rjalker]

The Jovian Jest, by Lilith Lorraine, originally published in May 1930. Public domain. Word count: 2,861 Horror, comedy, science fiction

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Consternation reigned in Elsnore village when the Nameless Thing was discovered in Farmer Burns' corn-patch. When the rumor began to gain credence that it was some sort of meteor from inter-stellar space, reporters, scientists and college professors flocked to the scene, desirous of prying off particles for analysis. But they soon discovered that the Thing was no ordinary meteor, for it glowed at night with a peculiar luminescence. They also observed that it was practically weightless, since it had embedded itself in the soft sand scarcely more than a few inches.

By the time the first group of newspapermen and scientists had reached the farm, another phenomenon was plainly observable. The Thing was growing!

Farmer Burns, with an eye to profit, had already built a picket fence around his starry visitor and was charging admission. He also flatly refused to permit the chipping off of specimens or even the touching of the object. His attitude was severely criticized, but he stubbornly clung to the theory that possession is nine points in law.

It was Professor Ralston of Princewell who, on the third day after the fall of the meteor, remarked upon its growth. His colleagues crowded around him as he pointed out this peculiarity, and soon they discovered another factor—pulsation!

Larger than a small balloon, and gradually, almost imperceptibly expanding, with its viscid transparency shot through with opalescent lights, the Thing lay there in the deepening twilight and palpably shivered. As darkness descended, a sort of hellish radiance began to ooze from it. I say hellish, because there is no other word to describe that spectral, sulphurous emanation.

As the hangers-on around the pickets shudderingly shrank away from the weird light that was streaming out to them and tinting their faces with a ghastly, greenish pallor, Farmer Burns' small boy, moved by some imp of perversity, did a characteristically childish thing. He picked up a good-sized stone and flung it straight at the nameless mass!

Instead of veering off and falling to the ground as from an impact with metal, the stone sank right through the surface of the Thing as into a pool of protoplastic slime. When it reached the central core of the object, a more abundant life suddenly leaped and pulsed from center to circumference. Visible waves of sentient color circled round the solid stone. Stabbing swords of light leaped forth from them, piercing the stone, crumbling it, absorbing it. When it was gone, only a red spot, like a bloodshot eye, throbbed eerily where it had been.

Before the now thoroughly mystified crowd had time to remark upon this inexplicable disintegration, a more horrible manifestation occurred. The Thing, as though thoroughly awakened and vitalized by its unusual fare, was putting forth a tentacle. Right from the top of the shivering globe it pushed, sluggishly weaving and prescient of doom. Wavering, it hung for a moment, turning, twisting, groping. Finally it shot straight outward swift as a rattler's strike!

Before the closely packed crowd could give room for escape, it had circled the neck of the nearest bystander, Bill Jones, a cattleman, and jerked him, writhing and screaming, into the reddish core. Stupefied with soul-chilling terror, with their mass-consciousness practically annihilated before a deed with which their minds could make no association, the crowd could only gasp in sobbing unison and await the outcome.

The absorption of the stone had taught them what to expect, and for a moment it seemed that their worst anticipations were to be realised. The sluggish currents circled through the Thing, swirling the victim's body to the center. The giant tentacle drew back into the globe and became itself a current. The concentric circles merged—tightened—became one gleaming cord that encircled the helpless prey. From the inner circumference of this cord shot forth, not the swords of light that had powdered the stone to atoms, but myriads of radiant tentacles that gripped and cupped the body in a thousand places.

Suddenly the tentacles withdrew themselves, all save the ones that grasped the head. These seemed to tighten their pressure—to swell and pulse with a grayish substance that was flowing from the cups into the cord and from the cord into the body of the mass. Yes, it was a grayish something, a smokelike Essence that was being drawn from the cranial cavity. Bill Jones was no longer screaming and gibbering, but was stiff with the rigidity of stone. Notwithstanding, there was no visible mark upon his body; his flesh seemed unharmed.

Swiftly came the awful climax. The waving tentacles withdrew themselves, the body of Bill Jones lost its rigidity, a heaving motion from the center of the Thing propelled its cargo to the surface—and Bill Jones stepped out!

Yes, he stepped out and stood for a moment staring straight ahead, staring at nothing, glassily. Every person in the shivering, paralysed group knew instinctively that something unthinkable had happened to him. Something had transpired, something hitherto possible only in the abysmal spaces of the Other Side of Things. Finally he turned and faced the nameless object, raising his arm stiffly, automatically, as in a military salute. Then he turned and walked jerkily, mindlessly, round and round the globe like a wooden soldier marching. Meanwhile the Thing lay quiescent—gorged!

Professor Ralston was the first to find his voice. In fact, Professor Ralston was always finding his voice in the most unexpected places. But this time it had caught a chill. It was trembling.

"Gentlemen," he began, looking down academically upon the motley crowd as though doubting the aptitude of his salutation. "Fellow-citizens," he corrected, "the phenomenon we have just witnessed is, to the lay mind, inexplicable. To me—and to my honorable colleagues (added as an afterthought) it is quite clear. Quite clear, indeed. We have before us a specimen, a perfect specimen, I might say, of a—of a—"

He stammered in the presence of the unnamable. His hesitancy caused the rapt attention of the throng that was waiting breathlessly for an explanation, to flicker back to the inexplicable. In the fraction of a second that their gaze had been diverted from the Thing to the professor, the object had shot forth another tentacle, gripping him round the neck and choking off his sentence with a horrid rasp that sounded like a death rattle.

[Image description start: A black and white illustration, showing the glowing sphere reaching out a tentacle to grab the suited professor, while the crowd watches on in horror. Image description end.]

Needless to say, the revolting process that had turned Bill Jones from a human being into a mindless automaton was repeated with Professor Ralston. It happened as before, too rapidly for intervention, too suddenly for the minds of the onlookers to shake off the paralysis of an unprecedented nightmare. But when the victim was thrown to the surface, when he stepped out, drained of the grayish smokelike essence, a tentacle still gripped his neck and another rested directly on top of his head. This latter tentacle, instead of absorbing from him, visibly poured into him what resembled a threadlike stream of violet light.

Facing the cowering audience with eyes staring glassily, still in the grip of the unknowable, Professor Ralston did an unbelievable thing. He resumed his lecture at the exact point of interruption! But he spoke with the tonelessness of a machine, a machine that pulsed to the will of a dictator, inhuman and inexorable!

"What you see before you," the Voice continued—the Voice that no longer echoed the thoughts of the professor—"is what you would call an amoeba, a giant amoeba. It is I—this amoeba, who am addressing you—children of an alien universe. It is I, who through this captured instrument of expression, whose queer language you can understand, am explaining my presence on your planet. I pour my thoughts into this specialised brain-box which I have previously drained of its meager thought-content." (Here the "honorable colleagues" nudged each other gleefully.) "I have so drained it for the purpose of analysis and that the flow of my own ideas may pass from my mind to yours unimpeded by any distortion that might otherwise be caused by their conflict with the thoughts of this individual.

"First I absorbed the brain-content of this being whom you call Bill Jones, but I found his mental instrument unavailable. It was technically untrained in the use of your words that would best convey my meaning. He possesses more of what you would call 'innate intelligence,' but he has not perfected the mechanical brain through whose operation this innate intelligence can be transmitted to others and, applied for practical advantage.

“Now this creature that I am using is, as you might say, full of sound without meaning. His brain is a lumber-room in which he has hoarded a conglomeration of clever and appropriate word-forms with which to disguise the paucity of his ideas, with which to express nothing! Yet the very abundance of the material in his storeroom furnishes a discriminating mind with excellent tools for the transportation of its ideas into other minds.

"Know, then, that I am not here by accident. I am a Space Wanderer, an explorer from a super-universe whose evolution has proceeded without variation along the line of your amoeba. Your evolution, as I perceive from an analysis of the brain-content of your professor, began its unfoldment in somewhat the same manner as our own. But in your smaller system, less perfectly adjusted than our own to the cosmic mechanism, a series of cataclysms occurred. In fact, your planetary system was itself the result of a catastrophe, or of what might have been a catastrophe, had the two great suns collided whose near approach caused the wrenching off of your planets. From this colossal accident, rare, indeed, in the annals of the stars, an endless chain of accidents was born, a chain of which this specimen, this professor, and the species that he represents, is one of the weakest links.

"Your infinite variety of species is directly due to the variety of adaptations necessitated by this train of accidents. In the super-universe from which I come, such derangements of the celestial machinery simply do not happen. For this reason, our evolution has unfolded harmoniously along one line of development, whereas yours has branched out into diversified and grotesque expressions of the Life-Principle. Your so-called highest manifestation of this principle, namely, your own species, is characterized by a great number of specialized organs. Through this very specialization of functions, however, you have forfeited your individual immortality, and it has come about that only your life-stream is immortal. The primal cell is inherently immortal, but death follows in the wake of specialization.

“We, the beings of this amoeba universe, are individually immortal. We have no highly specialized organs to break down under the stress of environment. When we want an organ, we create it. When it has served its purpose, we withdraw it into ourselves. We reach out our tentacles and draw to ourselves whatsoever we desire. Should a tentacle be destroyed, we can put forth another.

"Our universe is beautiful beyond the dreams of your most inspired poets. Whereas your landscapes, though lovely, are stationary, unchangeable except through herculean efforts, ours are Protean, eternally changing. With our own substance, we build our minarets of light, piercing the aura of infinity. At the bidding of our wills we create, preserve, destroy—only to build again more gloriously.

"We draw our sustenance from the primates, as do your plants, and we constantly replace the electronic base of these primates with our own emanations, in much the same manner as your nitrogenous plants revitalize your soil.

"While we create and withdraw organs at will, we have nothing to correspond to your five senses. We derive knowledge through one sense only, or, shall I say, a super-sense? We see and hear and touch and taste and smell and feel and know, not through any one organ, but through our whole structure. The homogeneous force of our omni-substance subjects the plural world to the processing of a powerful unity.

“We can dissolve our bodies at will, retaining only the permanent atom of our being, the seed of life dropped on the soil of our planet by Infinite Intelligence. We can propel this indestructible seed on light rays through the depths of space. We can visit the farthest universe with the velocity of light, since light is our conveyance. In reaching your little world, I have consumed a million years, for my world is a million light-years distant: yet to my race a million years is as one of your days.

"On arrival at any given destination, we can build our bodies from the elements of the foreign planet. We attain our knowledge of conditions on any given planet by absorbing the thought-content of the brains of a few representative members of its dominant race. Every well-balanced mind contains the experience of the race, the essence of the wisdom that the race-soul has gained during its residence in matter. We make this knowledge a part of our own thought-content, and thus the Universe lies like an open book before us.

"At the end of a given experiment in thought absorption, we return the borrowed mind-stuff to the brain of its possessor. We reward our subject for his momentary discomfiture by pouring into his body our splendid vitality. This lengthens his life expectancy immeasurably, by literally burning from his system the germs of actual or incipient ills that contaminate the blood-stream.

“This, I believe, will conclude my explanation, an explanation to which you, as a race in whom intelligence is beginning to dawn, are entitled. But you have a long road to travel yet. Your thought-channels are pitifully blocked and criss-crossed with nonsensical and inhibitory complexes that stand in the way of true progress. But you will work this out, for the Divine Spark that pulses through us of the Larger Universe, pulses also through you. That spark, once lighted, can never be extinguished, can never be swallowed up again in the primeval slime.

"There is nothing more that I can learn from you—nothing that I can teach you at this stage of your evolution. I have but one message to give you, one thought to leave with you—forge on! You are on the path, the stars are over you, their light is flashing into your souls the slogan of the Federated Suns beyond the frontiers of your little warring worlds. Forge on!"

The Voice died out like the chiming of a great bell receding into immeasurable distance. The supercilious tones of the professor had yielded to the sweetness and the light of the Greater Mind whose instrument he had momentarily become. It was charged at the last with a golden resonance that seemed to echo down vast spaceless corridors beyond the furthermost outposts of time.

As the Voice faded out into a sacramental silence, the strangely assorted throng, moved by a common impulse, lowered their heads as though in prayer. The great globe pulsed and shimmered throughout its sentient depths like a sea of liquid jewels. Then the tentacle that grasped the professor drew him back toward the scintillating nucleus. Simultaneously another arm reached out and grasped Bill Jones, who, during the strange lecture, had ceased his wooden soldier marching and had stood stiffly at attention.

The bodies of both men within the nucleus were encircled once more by the single current. From it again put forth the tentacles, cupping their heads, but the smokelike essence flowed back to them this time, and with it flowed a tiny threadlike stream of violet light. Then came the heaving motion when the shimmering currents caught the two men and tossed them forth unharmed but visibly dowered with the radiance of more abundant life. Their faces were positively glowing and their eyes were illuminated by a light that was surely not of earth.

Then, before the very eyes of the marveling people, the great globe began to dwindle. The jeweled lights intensified, concentrated, merged, until at last remained only a single spot no larger than a pin-head, but whose radiance was, notwithstanding, searing, excruciating. Then the spot leaped up—up into the heavens, whirling, dipping and circling as in a gesture of farewell, and finally soaring into invisibility with the blinding speed of light.

The whole wildly improbable occurrence might have been dismissed as a queer case of mass delusion, for such cases are not unknown to history, had it not been followed by a convincing aftermath.

The culmination of a series of startling coincidences, both ridiculous and tragic, at last brought men face to face with an incontestable fact: namely, that Bill Jones had emerged from his fiery baptism endowed with the thought-expressing facilities of Professor Ralston, while the professor was forced to struggle along with the meager educational appliances of Bill Jones!

In this ironic manner the Space-Wanderer had left unquestionable proof of his visit by rendering a tribute to "innate intelligence" and playing a Jovian Jest upon an educated fool—a neat transposition.

A Columbus from a vaster, kindlier universe had paused for a moment to learn the story of our pigmy system. He had brought us a message from the outermost citadels of life and had flashed out again on his aeonic voyage from everlasting unto everlasting.

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I HAVE OPEN REQUESTS

Okay so my brain is basically FRIED and I can't think of ff beyond a few long ones that could become series (and I haven't even updated the 2 I have), but, it's a whole week until the holidays are over and I don't want to leave you without fanfics, so I have time to…

2 FANFICS

So if you have a request send it in.

If they send more than 2, I could do them, but until summer vacation or until the university allows me to

MY MASTERLIST

[tomoleary]

Hannes Bok “Mutation” Super Science Stories (Popular Publications) Pulp Vol. 8, Issue 2 (June 1951) for Lilith Lorraine’s poem

Source

[eljeebee]

"This is strange," Valentina said. The vampires are now in her penthouse. "I have not seen this mist before."

"This is the sister that tried to become a sim, is she not?" Straud asked.

Valentina had placed a casket on what everyone considers the "living room". Caleb, Lilith, and Helen sat on a carpet Valentina had brought out, while Percival sits on the adjacent corner.

"Yes," Valentina said. "You see, the Lady wanted Percival's evolved blood to use on her sister. She wanted her to be revitalized as soon as she wakes up, to be on her primed days."

Straud nodded. "It is unnecessary."

"What do you mean unnecessary?" An angry voiced said. The voice belonged to a voluptuous vampire. "What on my father's name is going on here?"

"Lana," Valentina greeted.

"You will call me Lady Beau," she hissed.

"I don't think that's necessary," Straud said. "A vampire who has your Mark deserves the same respect as you would with other nobles, Lana."

"And what the fuck are you doing here, Straud?" Lady Beau hissed. "How dare you show your face here? After what you've done to my oldest sister?"

"What ever do you mean, Lana?" Straud growled. "Lorraine and I loved each other. Do not question that, and do not question her actions against you and your family."

"Ooh, burn," Lilith whispered.

Caleb motioned her to shut up, though he tried not to chuckle.

Helen only looked on, eyes empty. The siblings looked at her with concern.

Lady Beau growled. "What mark are you talking about? Only the children of the Beaus receive them! You will never have the mark, Valentina, you measly little leech—"

Valentina showed her the mark, one eyebrow raised. Lady Beau snarled.

"She is your cousin, Lana," Straud said, amused. "By extension, your cousins will earn this as well." He glanced at Percival. "Even that boy."

Lady Beau groaned. "So? How am I going to wake my sister up now?"

"I will," Straud said, uncrossing his arms. "But before that, swear to me that you will move on from the past. You will not rebuild your House for there is nothing to be rebuilt. I do not care what you plan on later, but I will not let you use your sister, your cousin, or even that boy to your wishes and dreams. House Beau has fallen long ago."

Lady Beau was seething. But it was the only way to awaken her sister. It was the only way to see one of her sisters again, to walk amongst the last of the Beaus. As long as her sister is here, maybe she could stomach this boring, boring world.

"Fine."

"Good," Straud nodded. "We will use our combined energy. You as well, Valentina. Though be warned, your sister may not be as before."

"Yes, yes, get on with it!"

They all raised their hands, palm facing the casket.

Black balls of mists covered each of their hand. The concentrated dark energy flowed through the casket.

The violet mist that covered the casket was sucked in, along with the energy the three elder vampires casted. The casket burst open.

A vampire stood awake.

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[noviistarz]

quick vague descript of origin charas of mine cuz i need to keep track

will get updated if i create another Guy and i let him live

puppets / mask-ot horror

- Dawn, can also be any variation of her like Daisy, Unfriendly Dawn/Dusk, Svrvival Street! Dawn, Awful Neighborhood! Dawn, and secret fifth option [ Dawn in the au where mfn is as gory and dark as the concept art/early trailers ]

- Roach, Junebug duplicate who’s proportions weren’t measured correctly - making her three feet.

- my version of the Unfriendlies : Normand, Lenny/Lorraine, Pillbug, Lilith and Gore

- self insert who works at the studio as a costume designer

object shovvs

- Sand Dollar, (II) contestant on the bright lights team.

- Canvas, college student

- Hamburger/Ham, Mitten/Mitty, Chef Hat [ cancelled unnamed project ] - two girlfriends n the latter’s little brother who want to made a cooking webseries + accidentally document The Incident

corepse party

- Kishi, heavenly h0st victim. very passive as a ghost since she only died in her sleep n didn’t suffer in the slightest

Bye-o-shock

- Clara, big sister living in Rapture

- unnamed ‘pigskin’ splicer who outlived his teammates and openly defies lamb. big brother to clara

- several unnamed big sisters

roblocks/gy4rus

- kaipo, ‘surfer’ gyarvo

- marina, gyarv who does all styles but no matter what keeps the oraora attitude

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Crashing Fantasies

To face your fantasy falling as the harshness of the world hits you.

Naomahn Tabris, Aine Hawke, Davhalla Lavellan, Dahlila Mercer

Those We Care For

Having people in your life can inspire you to become better people yourself or to live life to the fullest you can.

Rosalind Amell, Lilith Hawke, Shok Addar, Branwen Ingellvar

Good Men Need No Rules

Anyone can believe their a good man, sometimes you have to learn to be one.

Folcher Aeducan, Archie Hawke, Lucas Cadhas, Reginald Thorne

To Be Kind

The strongest thing you can do after a life full of harm and hate is to be kind.

Caoimhe Tabris, Ivy Hawke, Revas Lavellan, Andy Laidir

To Love Yourself

Loving yourself despite all your flaws and what life has taught you is one of the hardest yet most rewarding things you can do.

Riley Cousland, Ivy Hawke, Harel Lavellan, Alondra de Riva

For Freedom’s Design

Some people yearn for the familiar and some fight for their freedom.

Cian Mahariel, Lorraine ‘Lorry’ Hawke, Mila Treveylan, Nadasa Aldwir

Mistakes Make Us People

When you make mistakes, you have to accept them and try to fix them. That's what makes you alive.

Thea Surana, Bernadette ‘Teddy’ Hawke, Ophelis Trevelyan

Faith Sustains

Having faith in something can drive you forward more then you originally thought possible

Brynja Brosca, Aisley Hawke, Charity Cadash

Uneasy Rests the Laurels

When you look around to see how far you come, are you happy with what you've done?

Lochlan Cousland, Simon Hawke, Edmund Trevelyan

With Bloody Hands

To get ahead, sometimes you have to stain your hands red.

Muirin Cousland, Willow Hawke, Gloria Treveylan

Revolution is not Kind

Sometimes the revolution is lead by the angry women not willing to back down

Runa Amell, Wyome Hawke, Abigail Treveylan

Anger Drives Us

Sometimes being angry at the world isn't useful. Other times it helps a lot.

Alanna Tabris, Diana Hawke, Tria Treveylan

[chesterleprince]

Lilith's Levain

//

specific and vague,

analytically, I’m literally ace.

Acidic, ablaze,

biffing with this sickening rage.

The mystic acclaimed,

the critic's cynic appraise,

lucific, listless Lorraine,

Lilith's Lillim Levain.

Lillin living Liege.

The Gryphons? Tiffish estates.

Skiffing with finicky apes,

mimicking, visually bayt/bait.

Vampiric, the spirit rewakes.

Kill the martyr, honestly,

filled with horror, sodomy.

Built the harbour, modestly,

drilled my armour, consciously.

You're the devil and I'm honest,

feel your pressure on my solace.

See your message on my body,

hear you breathless as I'm falling.

Heed the calling siren, lycan.

Often feed, cautiously,

god please.

Robbing me, horridly sorry,

say you saw me, I changed my calling.

Keep me in secrecy,

leave me ingeniously.

The reaper is seeking me,

reak of the demon's key.

Beaten, but never being beat,

eat me, feel the meanness deep.

Strip me of my cheapest needs,

lift me up with beaming streams.

Weekly feel my weakness feast.

Breathing steep,

sleeping beat.

Beast is creeping on the greenest streets,

reaping me,

Fiendishly seizing my keenest keeps.

Recently seen the meak believe.

Feed me leaves.

Sweet her seed, seamless cheek is freed.

Achieve or not achieve.

To be or not to be.

[rjalker]

another writing prompt expert from a public domain story, this time from The Jovian Jest, by Lilith Lorraine, May 1930.

Make of it what you will.

Yes, he stepped out and stood for a moment staring straight ahead, staring at nothing, glassily. Every person in the shivering, paralysed group knew instinctively that something unthinkable had happened to him. Something had transpired, something hitherto possible only in the abysmal spaces of the Other Side of Things.

[araminakilla]

Everyone except Pink for me.

Who is the most hated character in the modern animated series?

[multifandomfix]

Agatha Hannigan (Annie 1982)

Alexandra Medford (The Witches Of Eastwick)

Alma Peregrine (Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children)

Anne Lister (Gentleman Jack)

Blanche (The Ladies)

Blanche Devereaux (The Golden Girls)

Bonnie Plunkett (Mom)

Carol Aird (Carol)

Catherine Cawood (Happy Valley)

Christine Campbell (The New Adventures Of Old Christine)

Cisserus (Vamps)

Cruella DeVil (101 Dalmatians)

Doris Miller (Hello My Name Is Doris)

Elvira (Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark)

Frank N. Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Gemma Teller (Sons Of Anarchy)

Izabella Barta (Documentary Now!)

Jack Frost (The Santa Clause 3)

Jack Griffin (A.P. Bio)

Joyce Brewster (The Guilt Trip)

Julia Harris (Horrible Bosses)

Katherine Newbury (Late Night)

Lady Maria Byrne (The Making Of A Lady)

Lady Van Tassel (Sleepy Hollow)

Laszlo Kreizler (The Alienist)

Laura Willis (Hard Cell)

Leah Franklin-DuPont (Our Kind Of People)

Lilith Ritter (Nightmare Alley)

Lisa Benner (All Rise)

Lizzie Borden (Lizzie Borden Took An Axe/The Lizzie Borden Chronicles)

Lorraine Warren (The Conjuring)

Lucy Ricardo (I Love Lucy)

Margaret White (Carrie 2013)

Martha May Whovier (How The Grinch Stole Christmas)

Miranda Priestly (The Devil Wears Prada)

Miss Gribben (Cracks)

Madonna Scrubitt (Wonka)

Nadya (Muppets Most Wanted)

Nancy Stokes (Good Luck To You, Leo Grande)

Norma Bates (Bates Motel)

Olivia Baker (13 Reasons Why)

Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Queen Anne (The Favourite)

Queen Narissa (Enchanted)

Reba Hart (Reba)

Rebel Bello (Rebel)

Rhoda Chesterfield (Jessie)

Rose O'Reilly (We're The Millers)

Rozalin Focker (Meet The Fockers)

Sapphire (Sapphire & Steel)

Selina Meyer (Veep)

Stella Gibson (The Fall)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Tess (Burlesque)

Victoria Chase (Hot In Cleveland)

Viola Fields (Monster-In-Law)

Willy Wonka (Charlie And The Chocolate Factory)

Winifred Sanderson (Hocus Pocus)

Yentl Mendel (Yentl)

Zelda Spellman (Sabrina The Teenage Witch)

[nexility-sims]

Who is a sim {or multiple} by someone else that will always have a special place in your heart? Thought it was a fun question. Have a good day! 💌 (I saw this ask somewhere else and thought of you instantly!)

ahhh, this is so good !!!! i loved it so much that i had to immediately send it back to you, then also 2781394 other people :^) but, let's see .... i guess i can provide a non-exhaustive list:

i was thinking about coraline first in your story because i do adore her, and she made such an impact the first time i saw her. i can't easily find the post right now, but it's where there's a broadcast going on related to the royal family and she's basically reacting to it with profound disdain. the flow of it was GOOD. that being said, i feel like i want to say phillip right now, actually ! his suffering is very compelling, and he's just got excellent lines from the very beginning to the present that make me like him more as a character. 

this is another case where i had a character in mind and then decided to mention someone else: i love @thegrimalldis' helena for obvious reasons, but i think max is the one whose story i find the most gratifying at this point? like, okay, sure, i love trash kings, there's a pattern here BUT ... not everyone crashes, burns, and comes back from it with grace. the young folks’ lives are interesting and dramatic, sure, but i felt complete when he mended his marriage and got that hug from eleanor yesterday. #welovemax

@funkyllama's entire royal family ??? i will narrow it down: i love imogene and miss lorraine, not in that order.

me and everyone else on simblr dot com is obsessed with @ladybugsimblr's bailey kay !!!!! i just feel like letesha is doing something authentic and special with her as a character, and it looks so effortless. tbh, seeing bk is part of what inspired me to flesh out jered's musical career/celebrity status (beyond my gameplay headcanons from 183984 years ago).

@bridgeportbritt's bria is an ICON ! i feel like i've said this before in a somewhat similar ask, but it's true. brittney is so impressively creative, and bria is just ??? extremely likable. i love seeing what she's up to, whether it's a story plotline or a business venture (hello, modeling competition i got too busy and missed the deadline for).

@vatorelilith's take on lilith vatore is my favorite ! she's the only townie i care about these days, everyone else can hit the road.

everything i've ever learned about @ardeney-sims's casia has endeared her to me. she lives rent-free in my mind these days. i can and will say the same thing about @armoricaroyalty's rosalind, but for wildly different reasons kdjsflfsgfsg

lastly, for now, @simming-in-the-rain has made several characters that happen to live in my story's universe, and i am OBSESSED with all of them. i'm waiting for her to do a big rundown post for everyone so i can reblog it 1389148 times. josefa and nikolai have a special place in my heart, tho, it must be said. let’s all pray for their marriage.

like i said, this is nowhere near an exhaustive list; it's just the sims i thought of while i'm sitting here, sipping coffee, waiting for a meeting to start ... basically, if we interact frequently, rest assured that the sims you put your heart into also have a place in mine. all’a’y’all need to come talk to me about them more often tho >:^( i need to know more !!!!! about everyone !!!!! and i’m a good listener, ask anyone, except for when i leave everyone on read for a week or two

[eljeebee]

The Overlord

Spouse: Lady Lorraine Beau-Straud (†)

Biological Children: Hugo Straud (†)

Vampiric Offspring: Caleb Vatore, Lilith Vatore, Helen Straud

Residence: Sanguine Tower, Uptown, San Myshuno

Territory: Uptown and Spice Market in San Myshuno | Forgotten Hollow

Occupation: Sanguine Nightclub Owner | CEO, Asvang, Beau & Straud Holdings

Overlord of the Vampires, Vladislaus Straud, rules over his new "territory", San Myshuno, in business and style. With most of the vampires he rules over with gone, he's now trying to enjoy his life in the city, dominating the business sector of San Myshuno with the Beau-Asvangs.

Not only that, he has a network of occults that he receives intel from (both occult and non-occult), and with the current deal both he and the Beau-Asvang cousins have with the Iron Lady, he intends to use this network to make sure the city is safe from harm.

He watches over the vampires he's with in a distance, but will take action when their actions harm them or their reputation.

Involvement:

Side: Swanson & Harper | Beneath

Tags:

#Side: Swanson & Harper | #Beneath | #vladislaus straud

[creepy-crowleys]

3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?

50 “Not so Nice” OC Asks

Lilith cutting her legs off, if mostly by virtue of how long it took and how much of it she was present for.

The handful of instances where she’s been set on fire or fully submerged in Filth pools would probably be worse if they didn’t blow out her ability to process them or end relatively quickly. Same for getting stung by Lorraine’s bee: It was agonizing, but so much so it almost immediately knocked her out.

The Atenists taking and torturing her would be a contender if she weren’t so heavily drugged for the duration that she had no real awareness of what was happening. And her employers have never held her for long enough to make the cut - they’ve generally gotten better results just terrorizing her anyway.

[wordchanter]

5 Random Space Marines

Private Lorraine "The Gravedigger" Darkacid

Lieutenant Colonel Lili "Longshot" Beefacid

Marshal Largo "Eastside" Marrowfeign

Trooper Lilith "Ol' Vultures And Snails" Skewerchuck

Brigadier General Meg "The Banshee" Flankgore

[ohffsanotheroc]

Muses

PJO:

Canons:

Enyo: Goddess of War and Destruction, Blood and Violence, Protection, Victory, Communication, Strength, Diplomatic and Military Conflict

Original Characters:

Silena Wilkens: Daughter of Hecate Cervanus

Illyana LaMontagne: Daughter of Apollo

Josie Mae Gates: Daughter of Harold Hades Pluto Snape

Harry Potter

Original Characters:

Lilith Sinastra: First Year, Daughter of Elsabeth Black and Silvanus Sinastra

Supernatural

Original Characters:

Lorraine Winchester: Hunter, Wife of Sam Winchester Daughter of Eliza Ackles and Don Padelecki

Luci Allen: Nephilim/Goddess, Daughter of Chuck “God” and Lucifer the Arch Angel

Criminal Minds

Original Characters:

Desiray Baker: Profiler, Dating Spencer Reid, IQ of 178, Mild case of Asperger's Syndrome, Audiographic Memory, Masters in Criminal Justice, Masters in Law, Bachelors in Business Administration, Doctoral in Ethics and Legal Studies, and Masters in Social Work. She is based off of Doctor Spencer Reid in terms of intelligence to be able to keep up with him though her mannerisms are more of what you would expect out of a normal human being instead of someone with Asperger’s even a mild case.

Fairy Tale

Original Characters:

Darren Blake: Female to male transitioning, S class mage, white dragon slayer magic, birth name Emily Black

Crossovers:

Harry Potter and X-Men

Kitana “Kittie” Malimoff: Daughter of Draco Malfoy and Pietro Maximoff

[theheirsofhogwarts]

Students by House

Since the founders of Ilvermorny had Hogwarts on their mind when designing the American school it is only naturally that some elements from across the sea were made to stick at Ilvermorny. There are four houses and like their British friends they also use a seven year system of organizing students. A change from the official canon is that instead of blue and cranberry robes for all students the student attire of Ilvermorny resembles Hogwarts. All robes are primarily black with the accented color of their House (colors post here).

While Hogwarts had roughly 280 students (70 in each house) that would be 10 or so students per each grade level within each house. Since Ilvermorny is a much larger school population wise, there would easily be more than 10 students per house grade- however I will not be making that many characters.

HORNED SERPENT

Cleo Anderson 1st Winona Foster 1st Blair Wynter 1st Theodore Hale 2nd London Bennett 4th Diana Hawthorne 5th Morgan Williams 6th Lilith Williams 7th

THUNDERBIRD 

Asteria Clarke 1st Genevieve Howard 1st Cynthia Watson 1st Neil Crane 2nd Sydney Bennett 4th Elizabeth Williams 4th Cassandra Williams 5th Liam Grey 6th

PUKWUDGIE

Violet Danforth 1st Daphne Horne 1st Madison Lacey 1st Kate Martin 1st Ellen Peterson 1st

Evanora Hale 2nd Sophie Williams 2nd Juliet Williams 3rd Paris Bennett 4th

WAMPUS

Zoelle Collins 1st Tamsyn Ivy 1st Yvaine Powell 1st Oscar Tulane 1st Masie Warren 1st Abby Williams 1st

Lucina Forrester 2nd Lucas Mallory 2nd Lindsay Malone 2nd Blaine Peterson 2nd Oberon Hawthorne 3rd

Vienna Bennett 4th Ronan Crane 4th Lorraine Malone 4th

Hadley Warren 5th