#Main Verse: Silver Feathers Fly

[silverstringscomposed]

@leoxcantus​ 

The young Conductor is merely on the steps in front of a coffee shop, sipping an iced tea of all things as she watched the crowds. Weaving in and out of the crowds she could easily see Players, all frantically scrambling as the Third Day started.

Miu sipped her drink, pretending she wasn’t looking through before stopping a moment. The chimes of the Music of Ginza suddenly going off in such a way that made her jerk up from her seat.

Visitor?

She slowly stood up and began to step down the steps before standing in the middle of the street, the Conductor’s head turning to the right and left before moving forward. The Music playing much slower than usual until she stopped a moment, her eyes staring at the back of someone’s. Her hand reaching out to lightly tug at the back of his jacket, firmly yet still gentle enough, to try and get his attention to look at her.

[silverstringscomposed]

“…..But if there was an opening to kiss her, would you go for it?”

silverstringscomposed​:

“….Every little thing you’ve said that’s an obvious hint of a ‘date’ or indicating you find her attractive has flown right over her head into orbit,” he tells her with a huff, “That and I’ve never seen you like this…Even before I became a Composer. Never saw you like this.”

“You’re obviously exaggerating.  While I do find her attractive, it would be incredibly trashy of me to pursue a relationship with someone who very obviously doesn’t want one.  It’s just nice to have a female friend with the same emotional maturity as myself.”

[pinkiepiebones]

I very much need to do graduate studies but I also need to articulate some thoughts.

This “ghouls are manufactured via a gruesome ritual,” personal-headcanon-divergent-headcanon I’ve been writing will be called the Halloween ‘verse for the sake of organisation. Beneath the cut is a comparison of my main headcanon ghouls versus the Halloween ‘verse ghouls.

Main Headcanon: Ghouls emerge from primordial ooze in Hell. They are fully formed- that is, they do not go through growth cycles. There are no newborns, no “kits“ as popular fanon likes. They have no genders. Ghouls simply come in to being when they are needed. They climd down a portal in Hell which leads them up to a portal in the basement of the church.

Being nameless, they are the lowest of the low in the heirarchy of demons. Their default forms are mostly the same- they all have a very dark, almost black skin that, upon close inspection, is pebbly, or perhaps shark-like. They all have cloven hooves but their legs bend like a humans. Their fingers end in curved black talons not unlike a bird of prey’s. Their hair is not hair, but actually akin to very thin feathers. Their faces are featureless grey “plates.” Their wings are mostly bat-like but do not conform to any sense of anatomy, as ghouls do not posess bones, muscles, organs, etc. Their horn and ear shape vary. Their tails are long and thin and fairly prehensile and the tips denote elemental affiliation. Each ghoul has some degree of control over their element. Earth ghouls all have an ability to influence the growth of plants, some can bid seeds to sprout just by holding them. Water ghouls can move water, walk and seim in it gracefully, even conjure it. Fire ghouls are immune to being immolated, some radiate heat, and and some can conjure small flames. Air ghouls are skilled at floating and hovering and can bid anything from a pin to a group of humans to float and fly as well. Aether ghouls have a deep sense of planetary alignment and are atuned to the mystic and metaphysical, some even help clergy choose tarot decks or crystals for spells.

All ghouls speak telepathically. Their speech causes most humans to feel great discomfort so they seldom speak to humans. Ghouls do not eat as they do not possess mouths, teeth, etc. All ghouls can use glamour to disappear their wings, tails, claws, horns, and ears. They can also shapeshift their surfaces to mimick human skin or the look of clothing. It takes effort and tome to learn to shapeshift more elaborate things, like mouths. Only the band ghouls and Special work on more elaborate shapeshifting.

Special Ghoul emerged from Hell like his siblings, but was simply built different. Satan himself may have had a hand in altering Special. No one’s sure. His telepathy doesn’t upset humans the way his siblings’s does, he chose to refer to himself as a male, and his shapeshifting ability appears to be greater than that of other ghouls. Special is the only ghoul to have taken an active interest in human cultures and the only ghoul to have fallen in love with a human- Copia.

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Halloween ‘verse: A ghoul is a reanimated human corpse. A human, the “vessel,” is bound at the wrists and a black hood is placed over the head to obscure the face. If the vessel is a volunteer, they are allowed to remain conscious. If the vessel is a kidnap victim, they are usually beaten into unconsciousness or heavily drugged.

Once the vessel has entered the ritual circle (it used to be drawn on the floor, but frequent use has necessitated the need to hammer silver metal into the stone to create a permanent spell area), the face must not be seen again until the vessel has been murdered.

The vessel is usually drowned in a deep bowl of ice water, though some have been smothered to death with dirt or simply choked with rope or hands. It is paramount that, however the vessel is killed, no blood is shed in the process. The death must be bloodless for a succesful ritual.

Once the vessel is dead, the throat is cut for confirmation. After the throat is cut the hood is removed and the facial skin and muscles are carved off of the corpse. For a wholly successful ritual, the face must be peeled as one whole piece, not in strips or bits.

After the face is removed, a mask is applied. The mask is made of clay from the church grounds mixed with ashes from funeral pyres. The mask and the corpse’s flesh fuse and the corpse is commanded to rise. If successful, fire will light the eye sockets of the mask, signifying the union of the dead body and a demon. The corpse rises and is a newborn ghoul.

Finally, the ghoul must eat the face that was removed in order to create it. This stmbolises the complete death of the vessel and the destruction of that past existence. The ghoul can now be commanded.

Over the next several weeks the ghoul’s body will change to accomodate the demon residing inside it. The mask may alter, become more or less shiny, or growing horns, or gaining or losing features. Skin may rot or shed or drip off. The ghoul may seek to dig a hole and bury itself for a time. It might build a nest and climb in and light the nest and itself on fire. It might weigh itself down and sink to the bottom of the church lake. it might climb onto the tallest point of the church roof and spend days on its back up there, letting vultures tear at it and letting lightning strike it. It may steal elixirs and medicines and chemicals and crush gemstones and ingest mixtures of these things. These behaviours denote the ghouls elemental affiliation (Earth, Fire, Water, Air, and Aether, respectively). After anywhere from a few days to several weeks the ghoul will return, properly alligned to an element and fully ready to serve.

The ghoul can move and behave and speak as a human, but it has no memories of what it was before it was made to rise. The personality and voice and interests of a ghoul, therefore, are not the same as the vessel’s. Ghouls can talk, eat, drink, bathe, smoke, fuck, and so on… but they can never remove their masks. The mask is fused by Satanic magic to the corpse. It is possible to remove a mask, but it takes great effort and is to be done only in the most dire of circumstances as it destroys the ghoul. If a ghoul’s mask is removed the demon is dead and the corpse immediately decomposes to the appropriate stage- for example, if the mask of a ghoul of three years was chiseled off, the corpse of the vessel would deteriorate to the three-years-dead point.

Special Ghoul was the result of a botched ritual.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                                  Freya, the Goddess of Fertility,                     whose origins stem from Ancient Scandinavia.                          She is now the owner of Dagger & Roses.

FC NAME/GROUP: Im Jinah ( After School ) GOD NAME: Freya PANTHEON: Norse OCCUPATION: Owner of Dagger & Roses HEIGHT: 171 cm (5 ft 6 in) WEIGHT: 49 kg (108 lbs) DEFINING FEATURES: Warm Brown Puppy Eyes Turns Silver When Uses Her Charm. Beauty Spot Under Her Left Eye.

PERSONALITY: The fairest of them all, Freyja, the goddess who was devoted to a fault constantly wanting to make everyone in presence feel special and only wishes for small trinkets to show their love to her. Their most basic desire is to be loved and accepted. They may express this by being extremely attentive and attached to other people. Freya tend to suppress her own negative emotions, which, when done frequently, can lead to high levels of stress or unexpected outbursts. The goddess is altruist, and they take seriously their responsibility to help and to do the right thing. Despite her collection of her finer things, she does spend a lot of time volunteering for charity especial animal shelters. Overall, Freya values order, love, compassion and wishes for peaceful world for all. Encourage, lift and strengthen one another. For the positive energy spread to one will be felt by us all.

HISTORY: Once upon a time, they were two beautiful Vannir god twins Freyr & Freyja, she was the goddess of fertility, love & beauty who were believed to rule the Vanaheim the land of Vanir gods. The twins along with their father Njörðr were given to the gods of Asgard in exchange for a peace treaty. The goddess naive heart fell deeply for the god Odin who became her husband by charming him with her beauty & wits however he was mysterious man who only care for seeking knowledge leaving Freyja feel such loneliness so started to fill the void with companionship of others and material possessions. It all began where she would cry unique gold tears when she missed him greatly as he was off on his adventures and the time where she could not find him as she hunted him across the earth after her beloved but once again he couldn’t be found. Freyja became known as party girl of the Aesmir as she enjoyed the simple pleasures in life, creating friendships, sharing love & living in the moment. The goddess surrounded herself with many lovers & treasures to fill the hole which her husband left inside her yet despite everything her heart still stay true to him no matter whomever she slept with, her heart still belong to Odin no matter what.

There is lot more to Freyja other than being party girl, Freya is the archetype of the völva, a professional or semiprofessional practitioner of seidr, the most organised form of Norse magic. It was she who first brought this art to the gods, and, by extension, to humans as well. Given her expertise in controlling and manipulating the desires, health, and prosperity of others, she’s a being whose knowledge and power are almost without equal. Not only she is well versed in witchcraft, Freyja is warrior goddess and she shared Odin’s love of battle. She and Odin divided the chosen slain human heroes so that some of them would come to Valhalla to live with Odin and some would go to Sessrumnir “the field of the host” – the hall of Freya. Freya War Goddess was a master of the Battle Boar whose name was Hildisvini. Her boar became the symbol of war. Apart from the boar, people believed that Freya got itchy feet that she always wanted to travel in her chariot pulled by black or grey cats. She was also in possession of a falcon feather which she used to fly across. This falcon feather once appeared in the rescue of the kidnapped Idun the goddess guarding the apples of youth. It was clear that goddess could not stand by doing nothing, she always wish to be doing something never resting or pause to think about things.

After Ragnarok everything changed, Freyja found herself in once again in a beautiful woman body along with the curse of people seeming to do anything for her. The only difference is that’s some reason her features were Asian not Nordic which was fascinating to her. The goddess saw this as do-over start over maybe found some peace & love which her heart desperately craved trying contain her thirst for battle. Living as simple human in different lifetimes, adapting to the fast-pace world. Not really feeling she belonged anywhere, she sometimes live for mortal help raise their child for some time before disappearing into night as start ask questions on why she never ages. Freyja would give herself many names throughout her travels, from Eva meaning the giver of life which is Hebrew take on Gefn which she used before when travelling Earth when searching for Odin.

Eventually Freyja finally makes her arrival to the mysterious mount phoenix not even sure what to expect in a place like this. The goddess did becomes the new owner of the flower mill since she loves the scent of flowers & beautiful staff members. As her time pretending to be human she became fond of coffee as it was her life source to get through the day. Business is mere child play for Freya too since she is very good always getting what she wants through manipulation so running flower mill wouldn’t be problem either. Unfortunately Freya had to go away on some secret business to tend to, sadly letting go of the ownership of Flower Mill. Freyja decided to create own business from scratch since there is no store which sells weapons or antiques she decided to create her own collection even selling some of her treasures. Naming the store Dagger & Roses creating floral aesthetic store with beautiful ornate swords, daggers & bows in the glass cabinets. The most dangerous things tend to be most beautiful even Freyja offering lessons to people who wish to learn art of fighting and make perfect warrior out of the customer who would be welcomed to Sessrumnir.

POWERS:

Absolute Beauty: The power to be infinitely beautiful and use it to affect others. Freyja possesses the rarest type of beauty there is ( pure infinite beauty ), which is even higher up than supernatural beauty. No one, no matter how different their beauty standards may seem, cannot deny this person’s beauty as truly unfathomable as this person possesses infinite beauty. Because of this, she can use people to get what they so desire. Some people with this ability may even have magical abilities as a result of their beauty. She can literally charm anyone into doing her bidding with a simple smile or gaze, allowing them to gain a higher advantage. Plant Generation: The power can generate plants, including vines, moss, fungi, and parts of the plants, such as leaves, seeds, fruits and flowers, whether by drawing them from already existing plants, or by manifesting them anywhere they want. The reason why flower mill always covered in such pretty floral due to this power and helps grows the freshest ingredients for her baked apple pies plus the constant supply of fresh coffee beans. Enhanced Combat: The ability to possess enhanced levels of hand-to-hand fighting skills and excel in various forms of combat. Freya fought alongside her husband Odin & Valkyries she loves good fight. Over the lifetimes she mastered various fighting styles but only to protect herself & others never fights only if she is forced too plus she trains to keep herself in shape. What do you expect from war goddess?? She’s more lover than fighter.

STRENGTHS: Freyja has level of grace, physical beauty, sense of style and social poise above that commonly found on earth. Not only she is beautiful outside, she is inside since she see her compassion & love as strength than weakness. War goddess knows how to defend herself against anything, she had to learn from previous instances of being kidnapped on how to escape through with the power of strength alone not charm or wits. She’s got silver tongue, somehow she can easily talk into doing something or her bidding if she wishes or talk her way out of it. She knows how to use her womanly charms to get what she wants and not afraid to use it. Optimistic world-view and upbeat attitude, she likes to see the world can be wonderful place despite the dark secrets and the constant war among the humans due to petty things like greed. Freyja believes in the good things and likes to share her positive opinion around. Building deep, personal connections, she likes to know what’s in people hearts to figure out whether they are good person or not. Freya doesn’t care on who you are to the society but who you are in general. She is very good at creating connections with other people cause of that curiosity. Being adaptable in stressful situations, she remains cool as cucumber as some would say. Freya knows how to handle difficult situations since she is used to being in them a lot. She spent eternity dealing Loki antics, nothing will surprise her anymore and willing to help others through the ordeal. Communicating clearly and effectively is one of main strength since she is very much social creature. Without this ability she wouldn’t been able to create the connections she has with others. Passion for serving others, she loves to please and seeing what joy it brings to others face. That what made Freyja such a good wife since she would have done anything for Odin without even thinking due to her devotion.

WEAKNESSES: Highly noticeable, can attract unwanted attention. Does not on-and-off her beauty to allow direct control or subversion of others’ wills. No control so she doesn’t know whether the person feelings are genuine or it’s her beauty curse. Most Gods are immune to her absolute beauty yet only affects them mildly but only wanting to be in her presence however it can cause humans or demi-gods to become obsessive about her. Which can be dangerous. Magpie syndrome, an irrational affinity for shiny objects. When a highly shiny object is seen by the sufferer it often may induce a compulsive need to claim it and several minutes of staring at said object in the sun. Tendency to be overly competitive or obsessive, she does like to win in without silly challenge even it simple game or something more grand. Freya already known for obsessive nature when comes to shiny things and beautiful objects even people so it is one of weaknesses for certain. Not acknowledging their own needs, she thinks about other needs before her own. Freyja is loyal to a fault and willing to go out of the way to help someone need not thinking about her needs or whether she is capable. She hates letting down other people and that’s her downfall. Taking criticism personally, words can simply cut like a sharp blade crushing Freyja instantly even though she may put on happy smile. The goddess is bleeding from the criticism even if it was over her cupcakes weren’t good enough. Criticizing themselves and others when under pressure, she is constantly questioned whether she is good enough in general and sometimes blame the others surrounding her too. It’s toxic trait she is trying her best to fix but sometimes wounds can’t be fixed so easily.

[oneandahalfwolf]

//You asked for more, here ya go!!! 5 headcanons. Both Angel AUs, Dragon AU

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it [x]

bless u friend! i went very overboard but oops. anything for the word count.

ANGEL REBORN AU: ROYAL VARIANT [x];

Ben has a diamond that was in the satchel of personal effects handed over to them by the angel who informed them of their exile. It is large and perfectly polished, and was a gift from their best friend up their - Ileyra. This diamond allows them to talk to the other angel despite their exile. They wake up early every morning and find the highest point in the area, be it a tree or a rock or building, and just sit, holding the diamond in their hand and talking to their best friend. They keep it a secret. Not even Orianna knows what they actually do - just knowing they go to a high point and that the diamond is very important to them.

Certain gemstones have very interesting properties when it comes to angels. If Ben comes into contact with Quartz it will enhance their angelic powers, while touching Obsidian will corrupt and poison them. (The opposite is actually true for Ori where Obsidian enhances her demonic powers while Quartz is deadly to her.) Rose Quartz can actually help heal an angel. It isn’t an instant fix, nor does it work incredibly fast, but it still eases pain and slowly start to mend any injuries. An angel can’t die per say, but they can get hurt and need time to heal, therefore Rose Quartz is incredibly useful.

Ben has some special angelic powers in this verse. Offensively they can create a ‘holy wind’ with their wings; an extremely strong gust of air that will knock opponents back and is strong enough to even crack (and sometimes destroy) walls. When they really have to they can also unleash ‘celestial lightning’ though it is classed as a ‘nuclear option’, something to only be used when absolutely necessary - given how destructive it can be. Passive powers include more durable skin, an ability to heal any wound (even those considered fatal, severed bones, as well as torn and ripped wings), and greater agility, speed and strength. They also have a halo (that is usually hidden from the naked eye). Part of having it allows them to feel other people’s emotions when coming into skin on skin contact with them, however this can be extremely debilitating and sometimes even painful (and possibly even distressing if it triggers traumatic memories of their own life) - though it is easier with Orianna who is their charge, as well as Missy though not as much. They can also heal other people’s non-fatal wounds and/or take away their pain (a la teen wolf) by holding their hand though again it can be painful and dangerous because not only will they feel their emotions but also expend their own energy/aura to heal them. Also while Ben normally bleeds normal red human blood, if they get gravely injured or go through extended trauma they will start to bleed a golden ichor (aka angel blood) which can burn human skin. 

Ben's main weapon is a heavenly blade that is a large two-handed broadsword that they can pry apart into two dual blades. They will usually use the dual blades, since they are faster and also expend less energy, but when there is a need for some divine smiting or putting the fear of god into someone, the two will be fused back together and the blade will glow. Sometimes, if they need to or want to be showy, they will have the large sword in a scabbard on their back, between the wings, and will take it out then dramatically pull it apart, the two blades glowing for a minute before seeming to revert to a 'normal' silver. However they’ll usually just stick to the two scabbards at their hips. If someone who is not an angel accidentally touches the sword - hilt or blade - with bare hands in it’s larger form it will burn them extremely bad, so much so they will have a permanent scar or need a skin graft of some kind.

When reborn as Missy and Orianna’s children after being given a second chance, Ben and later Iley are now tieflings like their Mama. They have red skin but also speckles of white like freckles across their cheek bones and the bridge of their nose, as well as a more concentrated mottling where their wings used to be as a carry over from their angelic previous life. They have different horns, with Ben having more antelope style ones while Iley has ram’s ones.

ANGEL REBORN AU: MODERN VARIANT [x];

Instead of a diamond left to them by Iley in order to communicate with her, they have a smartphone that was given to them in a duffel bag of belongings from the angel who informed them of their exile. It seems to be affiliated with the network ‘Herald’ and has unlimited everything (texts, data and minutes), as well as not costing anything. If they can get to a high place, such as the roof of a building, they are able to phone Iley and talk to her. They can also text her but it takes a long time to get replies, though it’s still worth it as an angel can’t easily fly around in these modern times.

When Missy and Orianna convince them to come stay with them, since they clearly have nowhere to go, Ben insists on sleeping on the couch. It is extremely uncomfortable in general but especially for their wings, which they have to keep folded tight and inside the special harness the elder angel gave to them along with the bag. Eventually the girl’s convince them to take the spare room, but the angel still often sleeps (though sleep for them isn’t as often as a human if they haven’t exerted themself) or stays in the harness just to make sure the girl’s can’t accidentally walk in on them and see their wings.

Orianna and Missy do end up finding out about their wings by complete accident. The trio were caught in a sudden downpour, much like the day they met Ben, and the angel was entirely unprepared. When they returned home they went to their room to dry off and change, while Missy and Orianna did the same. The girl’s realised Ben was taking a rather long time and decided to see what was up, as well as bring them another towel and a warm drink. They walk into the room without knocking and see the wings in all their glory since the angel has them out of the harness as they attempt to dry their feathers. It's a massive shock and everyone is understandably freaked out, especially Ben. The girl’s end up taking it in stride though, and at least now they know where all those feathers came from and why things kept getting knocked over - especially when Ben was in the bathroom.

As a joke Orianna and Missy get Ben one of those paper bracelets that can’t be removed without tearing it that says ‘Fall Risk’, a homage to them being a fallen angel in a way and for saving their lives when they met. Ben is a little miffed but ends up wearing it with something akin to pride. When the angel disappears one day the girl’s realise they’ve been given a second chance by the powers that be because they find the bracelet still intact on Ben’s pillow.

Given when they died there are a lot of modern things Ben never got to experience, and (after feeling sad about their former life) the girl’s have great fun introducing the angel to these things - especially sweets and junk food.

BONUS HCS TRUE FOR BOTH ANGEL AUS;

Ben died at age 17 before becoming an angel. In the Royal AU, Ben was abandoned by Highlander family as a babe because they were too sick and weak to survive. They were taken in by another Highlander pair. During childhood they were teased and bullied because they looked like a ghost or a skeleton or a grim reaper because of their pale skin, grey eyes and thin body. There was a fire at age 11 that killed their adoptive parents, after which they ran away and were presumed dead. They were picked up by a slave convoy and auctioned off to The Queen. After many years of hell and abuse they end up dying when the carriage the party is riding in goes over the edge of a cliff, and their Mistress has to decide if she's going to rescue her favourite pet as they hang from the side over a crevice and risk her own life, or save herself and let them fall to the snow and rocks below. She of course she chooses the latter. In the Modern AU, Ben grew up in Victorian times. Again abandoned then adopted but when they run away after the fire they are picked up by some leader of a thief gang that uses small boys a lot (similar to Oliver but worse since they were beaten or whipped for not bringing enough in). Later a noblewoman (this verse/life’s Queen) who is actually in business with the gang leader comes in to peruse the stock for a new companion, and picks Ben. Then a similar life for hell before the same death. (Ileyra had a similar horrible life in both AUs, dying at 16. In the Royal one she was in an orphanage before she was given to The King and later murdered by him in a moment of passion, while in Modern she lived in France during the Second World War as an orphan and was chosen as a companion to a German General - this verse/life’s King - before again being murdered by him in the same way.)

In both AUs, after being reborn, it is revealed Ben and Iley aren’t just tiefling’s/human after they go through puberty. The two are actually nephilim, the angelic blood from before lingering even now. Both gain new wings in their late teens, though they are much smaller than when they were true angels. Also instead of being a pure blinding white, Ben’s wing’s are white with a number (many of which are hidden) tipped black, while Iley’s are white but tinged a golden brown around the edges much like the dawn light across clouds. The wings have a slight heavenly glow - Ben’s glitter like freshly fallen snow while Iley’s gleam like the morning sun. The parents are quick to tailor their children’s clothes so they can either walk around with them out easier in Royal AU or at least not have to hide them in the house for Modern AU. Plus, for Modern AU, they luckily still had Ben's old harness that they could modify for the diminished wing span. 

Later in life after being reborn, Ben ends up losing their right arm and wing in either a battle (Royal AU) or an accident (Modern AU). In both AUs their parents, and other subjects/family members, help to create prosthetics (either with magic or technology depending on the verse) since as a nephilim their wings don’t grow back (unlike when they were an angel which did happen at least in the Royal AU).

Ben always slept on their front as an angel since it meant they could spread their wings out across the bed and not have them uncomfortably folded against them in sleep (or before they stopped hiding them in the Modern AU they weren’t lying on them and crushing them as they were folded in the harness). When they were an angel Missy used to sometimes nestle in between them their wings on their back and take comfort in the soft feathers. When they were reborn they still slept on their front even before their new wings came in, and when Iley was born she used to curl up on their back - both before and after their wings came in - much like her mother used to do when they were a Guardian. Also when Ben's wings came through Missy got a shock and also became very emotional when her son hugs her from behind while she's upset and wraps their wings around her. They aren't all the way around like they used to be but they this was something they used to do for her as a Guardian and it makes her tear up.      

Ben loves to have their feathers groomed, and once they grow to trust the girl’s (especially in Modern AU) they allow them to do it if they need or want. It doesn’t matter if they’re the ones who need it or the girl’s do, it comforts and relaxes everyone involved. When they’re reborn and their wings come through Iley (both before and after her own wings come in) with often groom them, sitting behind them as they sit shirtless drawing or playing video games - often while making comments about how she used to do this when they were angels.

That isn’t the only time there are comments about their past lives. Both kids remember, at least in some way, their time as angels and will often say things that would make many others pause - such as four year old Ben proudly stating that they saved their mama’s life before, five year old Iley saying how much she missed her brother when they were down looking after Mama and Mummy, or seven year old Ben finding all their old things (and harness in Modern AU) and confidently stating when asked what they’re doing that they are ‘looking through my old clothes’. Ben also remembers having wings and in both AUs have an accident where they try to jump off a wardrobe in order to fly but instead of course falls and breaks their arm.

As an angel Ben often has horrific nightmares about their time alive. Both girls are concerned but do not push at first, simply providing comfort, and when they do finally ask they are immediately sympathetic to the terrible things the angel tells them happened, always ready to help them calm down if something triggers them. When reborn both Iley and Ben have nightmares and sometimes panic attacks about memories they don’t remember living but know they happened - first when they are young, between 4 - 12, and then again when their wings come through, which don’t go away but do end up lessening as their own new identities of this second chance at life become the superior focus. The parents are always quick to reassure them, though do sometimes get sad and grieve for the normal life the children could have had when they find Ben curled up around Iley in her bed telling her ‘the bad man can’t get you now’ or discover Iley hugging a crying Ben and whispering that ‘the bad lady is not coming back’.

When reborn, Ben and Iley actually have different FCs for a change (Colin O'Donoghue instead of Dylan O’Brien and Katie McGrath instead of Crystal Reed respectively). Since it’s very uncommon for the kids to have a different face, since it’s a part of fate and the string that binds them for them to have the same face. So the pair, especially when they’re older, will look strangely at their sibling and make an odd comment of some sort - such as ‘you’re hair colour is a little off’, ‘your face doesn’t look right with a beard’, ‘your freckles are in the wrong place’, ‘some scars are missing’ - since they remember what they used to look like as angels in the back of their mind. The parents will associate it with only that, though it does run a little deeper.

As an angel Ben has a large number of scars from their life but also many from their time as a guardian angel. However, some scars are a different colour. A silvery white, like polished marble, rather than a normal pink or such. These scars are specifically wounds from where they saved Ori’s life before they were exiled. Basically occasions where she should have died but Ben took the fatal wound instead.

Ben has a true angel form but they don’t take it as much (especially in the Modern AU). Here their eyes will be completely white and glow, their halo will appear above their head, gold ichor will bleed from their eyes, and they will be surrounded by a holy wind as well as sparks of celestial lightning.

DRAGON AU [x];

As a dragon Ben is obsessed with gold. Or rather anything really shiny. The first time they see Orianna hold a gleaming gold coin they will be enraptured. She ends up giving them their very own special coin just to nibble on. Eventually they will even get their own little coin purse where they can count out money. Sometimes, especially when Ori is having to hold them and calm them down or their feeling abnormally clingy/cuddly, they will nibble on some form of the tiefling’s jewellery.

Ben enjoys playing games and doing jigsaw puzzles, quiet things that don’t require more than one hand (since they only have one). Their favourite is a set of rune stones that Ori gets them. Runic is their base language and the stones are smooth so they can stim and play.

They don’t like beds or mattresses so often make nests on the floor to sleep or sit on.

The outfit they eventually get and wear the most is based on the Thirteenth Doctor, especially the coat. They spied a jacket in the window of a tailor with a hood that was the same pale blue as the wing membrane of their primary form. Their eyes light up but they don’t admit it. But Ori of course notices and buys it for them, along with the rest of their wardrobe (including spare items) as well as other things. She loves to spoil them given their terrible life, something that takes the dragon a long time to get used to and not feel guilty about.

Ben lost their arm when their Mistress wanted a fancy new staff. Whilst in their dragon shape she forced them to change from their white form to their black one. As the blackness spreads down the scales of their arm she severed the limb at their bicep, leaving a half white, half black dragon arm. She shrank it to a more human height (where she could wrap her hand around it and hold/use it easily) and fixed the length by fusing it with the bottom of her old wooden staff. FInally she placed a red crystal ball in the palm, making the dragon hand hold it, before using magic to preserve the limb so it would never rot. She thrilled at her new staff and was pleased to have punished her pet for whatever reason she had made up.

In this verse Iley exists and was in the castle with the King with Ben. Here while Ben is a dragon, she is a phoenix. She also has two forms; one classic phoenix one as well as a more human one where she still has talons as well as multicoloured feathers in places (including at the ends of her elbows, along her eyebrows, and in amongst her hair). Ben can remember her but only vaguely as the Queen tried to steal their memories of her, which might have succeeded if she had done the procedure right the first time but a mistake ended up instead leading to their escape and the spell only half working. They know someone very important is at or was at the castle, and can sometimes still hear her singing - the thing she was mainly prized for but only did truly for Ben. When the dragon is healed and doing better, they will return to the castle with Ori (because they tell her they have to do it, they have to find what’s missing, have to see the rulers perish) and find out that Iley isn’t even there anymore. She escaped the same day they did, using their destruction to flee. She hasn’t been found and is presumed dead. Ben knows better however, hoping one day to hear her singing again and that they can be reunited.

[bisexualklausmikaelson]

this thing upon me, howls like a beast [3/3] ;

a/n: here’s part 3, the final installment of this series! It’s been a blast writing this verse, this might be one of my favourite projects for far. Click here for part 1 or part 2 if you haven’t read it yet! enjoy

―

He’s always the last thing she sees before she falls asleep.

Blue eyes steady, unwavering, apocalyptic in their chaos. Oh, how he basks in it; in the way she trembles beneath him, breath heavy with want, with desire, with astonishing abandonment of any pretenses. Here she is, all wild and reckless―

And then, she wakes up.

Alone in bed, with the window wide open. A brisk breeze slipping through, crisp white curtains flying while the slight scent of roses lingers in the air.

She reaches over, notices the note left by her bedside table.

(She doesn’t open it).

―

Hope turns eighteen and Klaus buys her a private jet.

He offers her mother a perfectly sculpted snark as he notices how angry she is. Hayley was never one to encourage this type of greed, she was always humble in her approach to parenting. Plus, how in the world was she supposed to top that? She couldn’t possibly afford to get Hope a more extravagant present.

Well, there goes her title as ‘favorite parent’.

“You’re spoiling her,” she mumbles, as she watched her daughter and her friends run inside the jet, exploring every inch of it.

“Well,” Klaus sighs, crossing his arms around his chest. “You did say I couldn’t get her a car but, you never said anything about a plane,” he mentions, remembering the fight they had while organizing Hope’s birthday party.

The Mikaelsons had all the money in the world and could offer her the galaxies and then some.

Hope’s eighteenth birthday is a ball of a sort, with majestic gowns, chandeliers, tuxes, gourmet food. And the one thing Hayley had said was that she refused to give her daughter something that was only materialistic. She wanted her to cherish the simpler things in life.

And Klaus just had to go buy her a fucking plane.

“I assumed it was obvious,” she shrugs. “Next time I’ll be more specific so that pea sized brain of yours understands that―”

“Mom, dad,” Hope interrupts them, as she had quietly made her way back to them as soon she realized that they were fighting, again. “C’mon, not on my birthday,” she whines.

Klaus smiles discreetly, as quickly as he can so it doesn’t worry her. Hope studies her father’s features, trying to find something in it. She’s sure that she sees love, still, in his eyes. Undying and unconditional love for her mother, a woman as complex a symphony.

“We’re sorry sweetheart,” he says, softly. “Go ahead and enjoy your party, I assure you that we’ll be on our best behavior,” Klaus nods, as she offers him a nod and runs back to her friends.

Hayley looks around and spies the bottle of champagne resting on her table. She takes a big swig of it before she speaks. “No use lying to her,” she tells him. “The only way we’ll get along is if we’re in separate rooms,” Hayley believes.

“You know, I don’t think that’s true,” he disagrees, opening up his hand and motioning for the drink. “I think we get a long better than you think,” Klaus assumes.

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right,” Hayley scoffs, handing him the bottle.

He takes a large sip, watches as Hope makes her way back to the main table. Rebekah awaits, microphone in hand.

“Alright,” she smiles, “Time to cut the cake,” she motions towards Hope’s tipsy parents so that they can join her on stage.

They stand side-by-side, with their daughter between them…and it’s picture perfect.

―

(When Hope was fifteen, she had asked Klaus if he was her father and he had denied her.

Because he’s not fit to be a parent. Because he’s brash, angry, passionate and selfish. And that’s everything a father shouldn’t be.

Until finally, when she turns sixteen and has her heart broken for the first time, he finds himself standing outside some boy’s house with a baseball bat in hand and that’s when he realizes and says this:

Yes Hope, I’m your dad and I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again).

―

After the divorce, Elijah let’s her keep the apartment.

He’s kind, even after everything she’s put him through…he’s so fucking kind. And she wants him to hate her, so much so that she asks him almost every other night or so, why he still loves her. Why he still waits for her. Because she’s not worth all that, not when her parents never wanted her. Not when her adoptive parents kicked her out. Not when Klaus left.

Because eventually, everyone abandons her.

(Being left behind is the only thing she’s good at).

―

Klaus drops off another note in her room. Another letter she’ll never open. Another confession she’ll never accept.

―

She calls him the night his father passes.

He takes forever to answer her. It stings, the fact that he used to not even wait for the first ring and now, he’s practically ignoring her. So she keeps dialing, keeps calling until finally, there’s shaky breath on the other line.

She stammers, forgetting to prioritize her words, she had an entire mental script written up for god’s sake. About how strong her is, and how brave, and how men are not built in a day. They’re built in decades, through resistance, through turmoil, through fucking pain―

“I’m sorry,” she says instead, tears brimming down her sides. “I’m so fucking sorry,” she gulps, because she truly does apologize for all she’s put him through, for not being at his side, for not doing anything but sob when Elijah told her that Klaus was the one who found Mikael hanging from his office with a noose around his neck.

“Don’t be,” he orders, sounding cold. “That man was a monster, may he never know any peace,” Klaus whispers.

She doesn’t argue with him. The things Mikael did to him were certainly appalling. No child should know that kind of pain. Klaus’ only frustration is that he wasn’t the one to hold a gun to his father’s mouth. There was very little satisfaction in the fact that the scumbag felt guilty enough to take his own life.

In fact, there was so satisfaction at all. His abuser was dead and Klaus felt absolutely nothing.

“Do you need some company?” Hayley asks, voice softer than feathers.

She can hear him laughing on the other line. “What I need,” he scoffs, “Is several drinks, maybe some cocaine?” Klaus tells her.

It’s not his fault, she thinks, he’s just lost, alone, afraid― “Are you actually joking right now?” Hayley wonders.

He pauses, takes a deep breath realizing that the person who’s supposed to know him most…doesn’t know him at all. “I use humor as a defense mechanism,” he reminds her, “It’s nothing new, my dear,” Klaus smiles, brokenly.

She knows it’s not her place, it’s never her place because they’re not a thing. They might never be a thing again. But―

He was her violence. And she’d be damned if she let him perish.

“I’m coming over,” she lets him know, tone brash and course with anticipation.

“Are you sure about that?” he questions, making sure that she wasn’t just saying that.

“Positive,” she nods before hanging up and leaving her home.

―

He drinks himself until he’s lying on her lap with his vision so blurred, mind so tense and dizzy. He has his neck out, a pen twirling absently in his fingers as the tip catches in his curls. God, he really needed to get a haircut.

Hayley notices him. The real him. How the small wrinkles creep up at the corner of each eye, how a few silver tendrils frame his face.Forty suits him, she thinks, he looked so mature and distinguished, with his patchy silver beard and those baby blue eyes just staring at her.

“Do you think,” he starts off with, “I’m going to become him? Is that why you kept Hope away from me?” he wonders out loud.

She looks away for a moment, rifled with unwanted guilt. “Want me to be honest with you?” she slowly releases as he nods. Hayley slips her fingers into his curls. “I did consider it for a brief moment,” she admits.

“Is that so?” he murmurs.

There’s a harsh intake of breath, a few seconds of silence before she begins to speak again. The air is heavy with loneliness once she forces herself to smile.

“You’re not your father,” she reveals to him. “As much as you doubt your own capabilities as a dad, you’re not Mikael, you never will be,” Hayley reassures him. She can see that he doesn’t believe her, and maybe, he never will. “You’re you, and that’s the best you can be,” she attempts to soothe him, in her own way, with words he’s always wanted to hear.

Klaus turns to his side, back arching like a cat’s as he stretches forward.

“My turn to ask a question,” he says. “Why are you here?” he cocks his head to study her reaction.

Hayley has the same tricks he does, which makes her just as extraordinary. She is unwieldy, eyes small and offering him a look of ultimate consequence. It’s all so calculating, with the way the sincerity in her face strikes him, and though she seems overblown, she is actually calm.

“What do you mean?” she motionlessly asks. “Klaus, I care about you, of course I wanna be there for you when things go to shit―”

“Hayley,” his tone makes it difficult for her to keep back from crying out. It’s got to be well after midnight, and she’s sobbing, riding that dangerous drunken filter out of her bloodstream. “You’ve avoided me for years, you truly expect me to believe that you had no ulterior motive tonight?” the question nearly sticks in his throat, he can’t stand it when she cries.

She’s thick with tears and yet, her soft vulnerability doesn’t suggest the slightest hint of lost composure. Hayley is as royal as ever, fingers rushing to wipe away her own tears and she tells herself she can’t cry. He’s the one who lost his father after all.

“I can’t believe you’d say something like that,” she tells him, while scrubbing furiously at her cheeks. “I thought you changed,” she mentions, pulling away from his touch.

Klaus smirks for the first time tonight. “For the most part,” he purses his lips, catching her gaze on his mouth. “I’m still an ass though, at my core,” he whispers before he leans in to kiss her.

She doesn’t fight him this time.

―

(The truth is that she’s lonely.

Her thoughts race when he inches closer to her, lips so soft, so weak in their attempt to take her in. She notices everything, the eagerness, the traces of lost youth outstretched on his complexion, just a broken broken boy and a girl who thought she could fix herself by fixing him.

Klaus was right, she is a selfish woman.

Because she wants him all to herself).

―

He shows up at the end of Mikael’s funeral. The ceremony ends and the siblings all stand in a row, with Esther offering Klaus the warmest look of relief as he makes his way towards them. He throws his father a cold glare, one last time, and swears he won’t shed a tear.

Not for the man who took everything from him.

But then, he feels a hand slip into his palm. He turns around to see his daughter standing so close to him, with her head on his shoulder. God, he’s forgotten how tall she’s gotten. How grown she is.

Hope gives him this look and it may not solve everything, but it offers him enough reassurance and closure to start to believe Hayley’s words.

He’s not Mikael. And Hope is living proof of that.

―

It takes Hayley exactly three days before she packs her bags and takes her car.

She’s got to get her life together. She’s in her prime, for Christ’s sake. Her daughter’s moved out and she’s divorced and living in her ex’s apartment. There has to be more to it. Life isn’t just a series of unhappy sequences all wrapped up in this messy package.

This isn’t the end. It can’t be.

―

Klaus is stirring a warm pot of chili for one when he hears an outlandish knock on his door. He quickly turns off the stove and rushes towards the door.

“Hey,” Hayley says, smiling once she noticed the apron carefully tied around his waist, the smells of food coming from his home…he really did learn to love cooking.

“What are you doing here?” He asks softly.

She exhales, looking away. “I have no fucking idea,” she reveals.

He rolls his eyes. She’s clearly crazy.

“I thought we could go to California, maybe start over again?�� she suggests, just as he’s about to kick her out.

“You’ve lost your mind,” Klaus tells her.

“I haven’t,” Hayley insists. “For once in my life, I know exactly what I want,” she announces, holding the door open against him as he tries to close it.

He wants to slam his fist through the walls, to break everything and everyone because god dammit, he’s waited so fucking long for this exact moment―

“Fine,” he says instead, falling back against his couch. “I’ll go grab my coat,” he nods, smiling.

―

(California feels like Neverland, like she’s sixteen all over again and he’s that boy fumbling with his locker code. And she’s there leaning against it. He reaches a hand out to brush away a stray lock of hair and she can’t think of a single thing to say.

So she doesn’t).

―

End.

[missingmywing]

Dragon AU, cause I'm stuck on mine...

Ohhh boy. Okay. Um. Yeah. First off, mine is… well. Really different from yours. And most of the dragon AUs I see. Dragonheart actually comes closest… but not exactly.

1.) Everyone has a dragon. There’s a soul connection that is formed as soon as they meet a dragon that is compatible (think Eragon… but absolutely everyone has a dragon). Dragons come in sooo many different sizes and species, there still isn’t a completely accurate way to categorize them all. Closest people have come are by region, and even then new types are constantly being found. When a human child is a certain age (depends on the region), they are taken to the… hoard? Pack? Group? (Okay I looked it up. A group of “domestic” dragons is called a Weyr. A group of “wild” dragons are called a Thunder.) -Weyr and walk among the eggs until they find the one that resonates with them. Then they take the egg home and protect it until it hatches, then raise the dragon. All dragons can use magic, as can most humans, but have differing levels of proficiency. When they reach a certain age (depends on the species), all dragons can shapeshift into a human form (thanks to their bond with their individual humans).

2.) Cloud is a human from Nibelheim, and Sephiroth is his dragon. There’s a few Weyrs of dragons in the Nibel mountains that are willing to work with humans (and the Thunders that aren’t), but the main one is in the caves at the top of Mount Nibel. In Nibelheim, children are taken to the Weyr at seven. So when Cloud was seven, he was taken to the Weyr (at the same time as Tifa, actually). Sephiroth’s egg had been found a couple of years before, and looked after until Cloud came up.

3.) Seph’s story is actually… pretty sad. It’s kind of the same as canon, but not. Lucrecia and Hojo were part of the same Thunder, while Vincent was part of a nearby Weyr. Differing from canon, Hojo simply wanted Lucrecia and an egg. Lucrecia and Vincent had a thing, but the rest of her Thunder disliked humans and, as such, the Weyrs. When Hojo found out, he attacked both Lucrecia and Vincent, and Lucrecia (holding her and Vincent’s egg) ran to protect the egg. Unlike canon, Vincent had the protection of his Weyr (and his closest friend, Veld, and his human… either Reeve or Cid. Dunno which yet. I kind of want Reeve, though… Nah. Cid is Vincent’s human. Reeve is a dragon and is Rufus’. I’m playing around with ages and timelines.) So Hojo was killed, and his Thunder was a bit miffed at the idea behind it, but didn’t mind too much. Hojo was creepy even in this verse, and he attacked first after all. So Vincent is fine, but thinks Lucrecia is dead (Hojo attacked them separately, and implied it), and thus doesn’t follow her to the Nibel Mountains. She’s exhausted from the flight, injured from Hojo, cold from the difference in temperature she’s not used to, and she uses the last of her energy to lay her egg and curl up around it. In doing so, she also lay magic on the egg, and Seph inside it, to keep it warm and safe from predators until someone finds it to take care of it. So his egg, and he himself when he hatches, looks… a bit different. Green eyes and silver scales, with feathers on his wings and fur alongside his scales. Not uncommon in the east, but on the western continent? Feathers, at least, are unusual. So Sephiroth is viewed as strange, and Cloud’s relationship with Nibelheim is the same as canon, so they’re both made targets.

4.) It culminates in an incident when Cloud is eight (Seph is thrown off a decent sized cliff by a few bullies before he’s learned how to fly, and Cloud jumps after him to protect him. Cloud gets a few broken bones, but Seph is physically alright. Mentally and emotionally, he’s rather traumatized,) that makes them both decide to leave as soon as Seph is big enough for Cloud to ride on while he flies, and as soon as Seph is over his sudden fear of flying. When Cloud is thirteen, they both leave to find a better place elsewhere. When they reach Costa Del Sol, they hear of the Dragon Racing Tournaments, and decide to try it out. There, they find their niche and make a name for themselves, and meet their best friends and greatest rivals; Zack and his two dragons, Angeal and Genesis.

5.) Unlike canon, Gen and ‘Geal are both fairly average in terms of childhood. No experiments or such. Genesis is still adopted, his egg was just… found. He was taken care of by Gillian alongside Angeal, and became attached to the dragon in the egg beside him. He had an inherent dislike of pretty much everyone else, however, even before he was hatched. So when Zack came along and Angeal bonded with him instantly, Genesis decided that if Angeal liked him so much that he couldn’t be so bad, and followed. As such, Zack, on vacation to Banora with his parents, got two eggs to take care of. He was a bit scatter-minded sometimes, but he took extremely good care of both his eggs. Genesis became as fond of him as Angeal as time passed. When they hatched, Zack spoiled them. Immensely. He tried not to, but… he was soft-hearted by nature. As they all got older, he became inordinately fond of reckless tricks while flying with Gen and ‘Geal, enjoying jumping from one to the other while in midair. They always caught him when he fell, anyway. They were introduced to Dragon Racing when Zack was twelve when Gongaga hosted a tournament, and they entered for fun. They won, and continued on to a higher level of the tournament, eventually winning the entire thing. They decided to turn it into a career, and started traveling around and making a name for themselves. They finally met their match when they were fifteen to a rookie pair from the mountains when they took on an Icicle Inn Tournament, and gained two new friends and their greatest rivals.

6.) I don’t have backstories for anyone else yet, but here’s a few other pairs. Aerith and her dragon, Tseng. Rufus and his dragon Reeve (who used conjuring magic to create a cat toy for Rufus’ and his own amusement). Cid and his dragon, Vincent. Tifa and her dragon, Reno. Elena and her dragon Rude, and friend from a Thunder that joined a Weyr, Cissnei. I’m still working out all the details (For example, I had the sudden thought that Yuffie and Cissnei would make a very interesting pair) but this is what I’ve got so far. Now I just need to write it.

[silver-soliloquy]

@abibliophilehobbit said a very nice thing about my fic yesterday and in doing so uncovered a hitherto unsuspected “more Eight/Charley” button in my brain, so here you go dear I finally finished a fic I started writing ages ago based on your excellent tags <3 (possibly part of the same fluffy verse as my other fic?)

(ps everyone should come talk to me about Charley and fashion because !!!)

“What is that song you’re always humming, Doctor?”

The Doctor pauses in the middle of whatever fiddling he’d been doing with the Tardis controls to stare at her.  “Puccini, Charley!  Haven’t you ever heard any Puccini?”

“Well, I have now,” she grumbles.  “You’re always humming the tune, or listening to it on the record player, I probably know the whole thing by heart by now—daaaaaaaaa da da da daaadaaaa—”

The Doctor joins in, grinning, until the end of the first verse.  Then he nods, decisively, as if they’ve made a decision that he approves of, and begins redoing all the Tardis settings.  “You are brilliant, Charley,” he tells her as he works, fingers flying over the controls.  “I’ve been meaning to drop by an opera house since—well, since a friend of mine reminded me how much I love a good opera, and this is just perfect.  I can’t let you go on having never seen Madame Butterfly!  Never mind dropping by Halcya, we’ll go and see opening night—oh.”

“Oh?”

“Oh, I simply can’t let the opening night be your first experience of Puccini—I did tell him it wasn’t ready to be performed, but he insisted there was no way to delay the premier and well, it was a bit of a disaster.  Not at all representative of the opera’s potential! No, we’ll go and see…the premier of the Brescia performance, when he’s sorted out the main problems but it’s all still fresh.”

“So…an evening at the opera, then?  I haven’t been to an opera in ages—my parents took me to some when I was younger, but I wasn’t very keen at the time.”

“Well they clearly weren’t taking you to the good operas, if you’ve never seen any Puccini,” the Doctor mutters.

“Either way, I’m hardly dressed for it,” Charley declares.  “If nothing else, an opera is an excellent opportunity to wear a nice dress, so I’m going to go change and—you’d better not land us in the middle of some warzone or something again while I’m in the wardrobe room.  Or if you do, at least give me a shout so I can find some practical footwear while I’m back there.”

“Dress for 1904, Charley!” the Doctor calls after her.  “Edwardian, your favorite—1904 in the evening, if the old girl cooperates, it might be a bit chilly, bring a shawl—if I remember correctly there should be some temporally appropriate ones on the third rack on your right past that big fluffy feather coat—”

“Yes, Doctor,” she calls back, rolling her eyes even though he can’t see the gesture; she’s spent a fair amount of time exploring the wardrobe room since she started traveling aboard the Tardis, and despite the myriad exotic fashions it holds the Edwardian section is still her favorite.  It makes her feel like a child again, playing dress up in her mother’s old gowns and drowning in the layers of voluminous silk—only here everything looks brand new no matter what time period it’s from and, more strangely, she can always find something that she likes in just her size, like someone picked it out just for her and left it where they knew she’d find it.  She’s never been exactly sure where the clothes came from in the first place, but it is a time machine; for all she knows, someone did.

“1904…an opera,” she muses, pausing in the wardrobe room doorway to contemplate the racks and hooks and heaps of fabric on offer.  Whoever or whatever it was that had stocked the place, they were certainly thorough. She may have to dig around a bit, but there must be a nice pair of opera gloves in here somewhere…

  As usual, the Doctor hasn’t bothered to change his customary waistcoat and frock coat—all he’d done to prepare for the evening was to retrieve his coat from the console room hatstand, Charley notes as she reenters the console room.  “You aren’t dressed for an Edwardian adventure,” she remarks.  “You might fit in fine with your ridiculous gothic timeship, but out there in my time you may get a few raised eyebrows.”

“Oh, Charley, you weren’t even born yet in 1904,” he says cheerfully, then stops as he takes in her outfit for the evening.

The pale blue satin evening gown she chose suits her well, she thinks, with all the elegance she always adored about the 1900s but none of the rigid stuffiness of her mother’s wardrobe—but she’s much more pleased with the short cape she found glittering in a corner of the wardrobe room like a treasure waiting to be discovered in one of her old fantasy novels.  A magic cape, a cape made of butterfly wings, all brown and cream chiffon and tiny sparkling beads—she feels as if she could really leave the ground just by flapping her arms, like a fairy creature.

“Charley!” the Doctor exclaims, delight coloring his voice.  “That’s getting into the spirit of things!  You look fantastic!”

“You don’t think it’s a bit…on the nose?” she says, giving a little twirl to make the skirts swish and the beads flash as they catch the light.

“It’s perfect,” the Doctor says, in that achingly sincere way of his.  It’s not fair, really, the way he always says just the thing to make her blush.

“Oh, no, wait a moment—” he dashes off into the depths of the ship before she can reply, and reemerges a moment later brandishing a brooch triumphantly.  “I knew this was lying around somewhere!  Here, Charley, look—”

It’s shaped like a butterfly, of course, a lovely thing with a silver body and wide blue enamel wings accented with tiny gemstones.  “It’s the same shade of blue as your dress!” he says proudly. “Now we both match the theme and each other, if not quite the year.”

“Much more important,” Charley agrees, grinning, and carefully fixes the brooch to his lapel for him.  She has to step close to him to see what she’s doing in the dim glow of the console lights, so as not to accidentally stab him with the pin, and when she looks up their faces are—slightly closer together than she’d thought, the added inch from her pretty-but-practical heeled boots bringing their eyes almost exactly level. Charley’s breath catches in her throat, the second time today and their evening has barely begun, and then the Doctor gives her his warmest smile and steps back enough to offer her his arm.

“If you’d do me the honor of letting me escort you to the opera tonight, Miss Pollard,” he says, mock-formal and grinning, and she can’t help but think that in May of 1904 her parents must be just at beginning their courtship, somewhere back across the sea in England; maybe they were seeing an opera too tonight, smiling and joking just like this.

“The honor is all mine, Doctor,” she replies, and lets him pull her out the door and into the Italian evening.

  Privately, Charley thinks she preferred the Doctor’s absentminded humming to the full orchestral glory of the real thing.  It’s nice, certainly, but not enough to make an opera fan out of her; the best part of the evening is the way the Doctor keeps leaning over to whisper trivia about the music and gossip about the singers, and the way their neighbors glare and shush at them every time.  The singing itself is probably spectacular, not that Charley has much to compare it to—and at least she can actually understand the Italian lyrics, thanks to the Tardis’s translation circuits.  It’s certainly more interesting than the operas she remembers from her childhood, although her taste still runs more toward adventure novels than this sort of grand, melodramatic tragedy.

“But where are the butterflies,” she hisses in the Doctor’s ear ten minutes in, and he laughs loudly enough to make their whole row send them death glares.

  “What did you think?” the Doctor asks, as they make their way hand-in-hand back to the Tardis in the gathering shadows.  Charley considers this for a moment—she can’t exactly say whether she’d liked the opera or not, but she certainly loved seeing it with her best friend. Every experience she shares with him is—just wonderful.

“I think tomorrow we should save the world,” she says finally, and the Doctor laughs and squeezes her hand in agreement.

[motherboxing]

WHO’S THAT HAWKPERSON (ladies edition)

This has been bugging me because every time I post stuff about Hawkpeople, people tag it with the wrong names. Worse still, I keep seeing stuff about how Kendra is the reincarnation of Shayera Thal, which is just irritating to me because the reincarnation stuff makes Hawk mythos things ENOUGH of a mess already. Anyway I hope this helps. Let’s get started. This is under a cut because it’s very long and probably quite pedantic.

This is Shiera Saunders-Hall. She was the first ever Hawkgirl. She is a human, from Earth! She’s married to Carter Hall, the first ever Hawkman, who is also a human from Earth. These two are the Hawks Mark One - they were introduced during the Golden Age and their backstory is probably one you are familiar with if you follow Legends Of Tomorrow or any contemporary stuff in DC Comics with Hawkman and Hawkgirl. This is how Shayera Thal explains the whole thing back in 2003:

Shiera and Carter can fly with wings and harnesses constructed from Nth metal, and they use ancient weapons, which is kind of cool, but they aren’t really superpowered themselves, they’re just kind of weirdly-dressed adventurers - they’re both archaeologists, and spend a lot of time using their memories of their past lives to track down artifacts, preserve languages, etc. Still, they were members of the Justice Society Of America until their eventual retirement. 

This is Shayera Hol. She was the second-ever Hawkgirl. She’s an alien from Thanagar. She is married to Katar Hol, also an alien from Thanagar. They both are essentially detectives/police officers. These iterations of these characters were introduced during the Silver Age. Katar and Shayera Hol, like Carter and Shiera Saunders-Hall, get their powers of flight from the Nth metal harnesses and wings that they wear, but they also have a few added bonuses - enhanced vision, stronger than the average human, able to talk to birds (although not command them, unless the bird in question is willing to cooperate). They also have advanced knowledge of all human history and culture because of a device called the absorbascon. They run a museum in Midway City and keep their identities as aliens a secret. These iterations of the Hawks have been retconned out of current continuity, replaced with different, contemporary versions of the characters who were introduced in the 90′s. They basically only continue to exist in Elseworlds and in other alternate universe-type storylines - and sometimes in other media, for example:

That is also Shayera Hol! She is Hawkgirl in the Justice League and Justice League: Unlimited cartoons. Notably, her wings are actually a physical part of her body, as they are with all Thanagarians in that particular universe (although not, as we see in the Beyond-verse, with people who are half-Thanagarian, since Shayera and John Stewart’s son does not nave natural wings). This Shayera Hol is kind of an interesting spin on a number of different Hawkladies - she has the name, alien origins, and costume design of the Silver Age Hawkgirl, the reincarnation backstory of the Golden Age Hawkgirl, and the overall chip on her shoulder that Shayera Thal is kind of notorious for. 

I’m not REALLY gonna get into Elseworld’s or New 52 stuff because Elseworlds are irrelevant and New 52 stuff irritates me generally (although Kendra Munoz-Saunders is cool, she can stay) and anyway I’m only PARTIALLY trying to explain continuity here, the main point of this post is not “trying to fit all these characters into a cohesive narrative” it’s “explaining the differences between them as characters”

Next we have Sharon Parker. This is Sharon Parker:

Poor, martyred Sharon Parker, you never had a chance :(

Sharon Parker was a human woman from Earth who had the misfortune of marrying a Thanagarian spy named Fel Andar. Fel Andar’s job was to infiltrate Earth’s superhero community and report back to Thanagar in advance of the Invasion! storyline, an arc in which a coalition of alien forces that included Thanagar attempted to invade Earth. She discovered her husband’s deception and he killed her before fleeing back to Thanagar, but she was able to warn Martian Manhunter and a couple other JLI members about what was happening before she died.

Sharon Parker was basically created to explain why there was a Hawkman and Hawkgirl active in the Justice League International after Carter and Shiera supposedly retired, but before Katar Hol and Shayera Thal arrived on Earth in the 1990 series Hawkworld. This never made a whole lot of sense and most people have basically forgotten it. Sharon Parker does not come up basically ever in any contemporary stuff about the Hawkladies, and identifying her is tricky because you rarely see her out of costume ever and her costume is a pretty generic Silver Age-inspired bit, but I REMEMBER YOU, SHARON. YOUR SACRIFICE WAS NOT IN VAIN.

Oh, also, she’s Golden Eagle’s mother, but hoooooly shit is that a mess so, uh. Never mind.

Okay. Next in line to wear a weird feathered helmet in the dubious name of justice is Shayera Thal. This is her:

Shayera Thal is a soldier from Thanagar. She is crime-fighting partners with, but not married to, Katar Hol, another soldier from Thanagar. I say “soldier” but the police force and military on Thanagar are basically the same entity - they’re cops, essentially, in a fascist regime. After Invasion!, Thanagar decides to open diplomatic relations with Earth, and sends Katar and Shayera to Earth as ambassadors, where the media just kind of decides that they are the new Hawkpeople now, although Shayera absolutely draws the line at being called “Hawkgirl” and insists on being called Hawkwoman because it’s the 90′s, dude! Of course they both have ulterior motives (Katar is hunting an intergalactic fugitive; Shayera is spying on Katar because he’s secretly fomenting antifascist rebellion efforts on Thanagar) but, moved by what they learn about humanity, they eventually (after a series of intergalactic incidents that mostly involve more fomenting rebellion) break with their homeworld entirely and settle on Earth. During this time they also fall in love and are pretty adorable. 

At this point there’s a whole bunch of VERY messy bullshit about the Nth metal and the general Hawkpeople mythos that I won’t get into because it wasn’t really sustainable in terms of plot and I hated so much of the stuff that it led to in the mid-90′s, but the important thing to know is that Katar Hol was at one point fused with every single incarnation of Carter Hall ever and also a spirit from the Red that embodies the hawk and as a result he went completely nuts and was basically mercy-killed by a mystic named Arion and Martian Manhunter, leaving Shayera alone on Earth, where she more or less remained in relative obscurity, until returning for a role in the Rann-Thanagar War, where she was regrettably fridged.  

Now we get Kendra Saunders, my precious soft daughter! Kendra Saunders is, in most media now, the current Hawkgirl. Remember how the original Hawks, Carter and Shiera, get reincarnated all the time? Kendra is the reincarnation of Shiera, who, weirdly, was also her great-aunt. Kendra had kind of a rough childhood (her parents were murdered, and she was raised by a relative, who did his best but wasn’t super equipped to deal with a grieving young woman with obvious mental health issues) and attempted suicide as a teenager, at which point the soul of Shiera Saunders manifested in her body, saving her life. Sometimes she has access to Shiera’s memories, and sometimes she acts like Shiera, because she may or may not like, psychically BE Shiera. Anyway, following this she starts training as Hawkgirl and joins the JSA, where she participates in the resurrection of Carter Hall, with whom she forms a tentative partnership, because he looks at her and sees like, his wife of the past thousands of years, and she looks at him and sees, like, her great-uncle, and is like, “this is creepy and weird”. Because it is. It is creepy and weird. 

GROSS, DUDE! Carter Hall is a dick.

Anyway, there have also been a few different takes on Kendra in various other media, obviously she’s in Legends Of Tomorrow:

which has caused me to literally transcend this plane of existence but who cares. Legends Of Tomorrow Kendra is basically comics Kendra but with a little bit of additional Hawk mythos stuff thrown in for good measure (possibly possessed by a hawk-type spirit/god, for example, as happened to Katar Hol in the comics - no spoilers for the show though, I’m actually not totally caught up on it right now). There is also a version of Kendra in Earth-2:

who is kind of an amalgamation of a bunch of different Hawk characters. 

I actually am not totally sure about Kendra’s current status in the comics - there was at some point a plot where Kendra just like, turned back into Shiera, and I hated it and basically ragequit Hawk stuff and I still have not fully recovered. However, that’s MORE OR LESS what you need to know about various iterations of the Hawk ladies. 

On the surface, this all seems pretty easy to understand, right? Shayera is an alien, Shiera and Kendra are humans and also kind of but not really the same person. It gets a little fussy when you try to tell the complete story of every Hawk lady in order but if you put continuity aside and just focus on the individual characters it’s easy enough to make the distinction. 

Now please stop tagging your reblogs of my posts about Shayera Thal with ‘Shayera Hol’ and ‘Hawkgirl’ and ‘Kendra Saunders’ because it’s making me sad.

[keeleysmuses]

charlie bio

THE BASICS

Name: charlotte doran morningstar Nicknames: charlie, lottie, char Gender: female Pronouns: she/her Sexual Orientation: pansexual Age (actual age): 25 Place of Birth: montreal, canada Citizenship: american

                                                  APPEARANCE

Age they appear: 17/18 Hair colour: dark brown/raven Hair style: straight Eye colour: brown Birthmarks/scars/marks: has a birthmark on her right arm, just above her elbow. two scars down either side of her spine, these are from when her wings first came through. Piercings: both lobes pierced. Tattoos: because she’s a little shit, she has devil horns tattooed on her right shoulder blade.

Build (curvy, toned, etc): she was a rather chubby child, but after getting picked on in high school, she started to work out more often. running was her favourite sport, along with basketball, even though she was short. now her body is toned and curvy. Weight: around 57kilos Height: 5′4″ Clothing style: it depends on the day and who she’s around mostly. when charlie hangs out with maze, it’s mostly leather pants with a loose fitting singlet and a leather jacket. if she is spending the time with lucifer, it is a lot more laid back, jeans, converse, and while keeping the loose fitted singlet and her leather jacket. Overall appearance: no matter what she’s wearing, charlie is always considered neat.

Trinkets/jewelry: has a bracelet that looks like a snake, this however is magic, given her witch heritage - her mother left charlie on the front door step of the doran’s with this bracelet, which is made of angel silver and can turn into a whip. Equipment/accessories (things they are never without; ex: a backpack or a notepad) her phone. 

                                          INNER WORKINGS

General mood: cheerful, happy, generally in a good mood all of the time. expect when her family (or friends) are in danger. she is rather angry whenever something happens to lucifer (& chloe) Mental state (any mental illnesses?): it is a rather mixed bag, her witch heritage helps her to center herself whenever she is starting to feel overwhelmed, but being a nephilim it comes with a lot of people calling you unnatural espeically when they learn you are the LITERAL spawn of satan.

Alignment (neutral good, chaotic evil, etc): chaotic neutral Morals: most of her morals are mostly about family. being adopted by humans, charlie has learnt the values of kindness and looking after those that you love and care for. Temperament: even though charlie is an extremely loving person, she is rather closed off from the world. she feels betrayed by her mother who abandoned her when she was a baby and also by her father who didn’t bother to find her until she turned 18.

Quirks: bounces her left leg up and down a lot when she’s thinking. chews her lower lip when she’s nervous. Pet peeves: dickheads.

Strengths: loyal. she is extremely loyal. Weaknesses: however, that loyalty is usually tested and sometimes being loyal to someone isn’t always the best thing to be.

Fears: as silly as it might seem, charlie has a massive fear of heights and flying. Intelligence: charlie finished high school and also went to juilliard in new york for singing and piano.

Priorities: her father. but also her music career. Desires: oh to preform on broadway. Likes: Dislikes: arrogance, the fact that some bars don’t know how to mix drinks properly.

Vices: selfish. absolutely selfish.

                                           RELATIONSHIPS

Friends: it is rather small group of friends, but it mostly consists of chloe, maze, linda, ella.

Family: lucifer morningstar ( biological father. ALIVE. ) | unknown mother ( MIA ) | daniel doran ( adoptive father. DECEASED. ) | sarah doran ( adoptive mother. DECEASED. ) 

Significant other: verse dependent, however for main verse, none at the moment.

Kids: n/a

Enemies: none

                         EMPLOYMENT AND EDUCATION

Jobs: unemployed atm Profession: musician.

Income (if any): none atm due to not having a job.

Furthest education: college degree. Degree (if any): bachelor of arts (performing arts)

                                   EXTRA INFORMATION

Criminal record: none

Social media accounts (if any): instagram, twitter, facebook, snapchat (finally)

Reputation: in her small neighbourhood in montreal, she was known as the good kid - who went to church every sunday and who volunteered for every charity. that’s what happens when you have a devoted catholic family.

Skills: combat fighting, sword fighting,

Talents: piano, singing Hobbies: writing music, sometimes playing and singing with lucifer at lux.

Special abilities (if any):

her wings appeared during a rather hard moment in her life. her parents had just died, she had turned 18 and suddenly five foot long white feathered wings appeared out of her back. she can fly - but she absolutely hates it. her wings, while being flesh can be used as a shield, as well as a weapon.

Transportation: car ( 1979 Jeep CJ-5 ) Living conditions: in the penthouse at the top of lux with lucifer.

Pets: none atm

                                               AESTHETIC

Colors associated with: dark red, pastel red, Their personal aesthetic: a pitch black sky where you can see the stars Song that suits them: WHERE THE DEVIL DON’T GO BY ELLE KING.

╳ BIO:

                     who would have thought that an accident would have happened when God had a plan for everything. but apparently he didn’t see his favourite son fall in love with a witch long before he fell. though it didn’t seem to be a big of a deal -- something that God let slide, until Michael brought it to the lord’s attention, when Lucifer started to become distracted from his duties. when Lucifer rebelled, Charlie was only thirteen months old, God in the end punished her as well as Lucifer, telling his son that she would be stripped of her wings (and her magic) and sent to be reborn as a human, and that he would never be able to see her again.

                     God kept her soul hidden away for the next 1984 years, when she was given to a woman who was trying so hard with her husband to conceive. they were good Christian people, those in their neighborhood loved very much, so she was born Charlotte Doran.

                      Lucifer never knew the truth as to what happened to his daughter. Michael and Gabriel made sure that their brother stayed away from Charlie as she grew up, giving her a normal childhood. But on her eighteenth birthday, a car accident took the lives of her parents. the impact of the truck was mostly on Charlie’s side, but Uriel intercepted at the last moment --- causing the truck to impact at the front of her the car instead, saving his niece.

                       It was then that Lucifer found Charlotte, the accident along with Uriel’s interference caused her grace to be returned her. leaving Hell to go retrieve her.

[silverstringscomposed]

@mystical-strawberry-sheep​ continuing off from here.

The Reaper knelt beside her, hand gently on her back while the other is offered to her to help her up. She looked very dazed and Noboru felt that small pang of worry at her state.

“Ginza...Specifically the Scramble Crossing for us here.”

Noboru glances around, guarded as he tried to help her try to refocus, “What can you remember? Take your time...”

[silverstringscomposed]

@strawberry-barista​ liked for a starter with Kenzo!

The music of Ginza seemed to be resonating a little louder as night came over the City. Another Game had come to a close and the UG was seeming to reset back to be ready for another Game week. Miu and Noboru were nowhere in sight along with any Reapers, surely returning back home...

The man who seems to be staring at Hanekoma from his seat in front of a closing cafe doesn’t look away as he realized the other had turned his head in his direction. Legs crossed at the knee as he lifted his chin a little, a slight motion for the other to come closer.

The table he was occupying had not one, but two cups of coffee...Both still steaming hot. The Music seemingly wrapped around this man, affectionate before parting a little as if to keep his presence from being too obvious for Aoi to pick up on if he tuned into the City as he usually did to soothe out the Music after the Game ending.

Eventually the man offers a hand up toward Hanekoma, “...Fuku Kenzo, it’s nice to see you’ve been interacting with my kids...Producer of Shibuya.”

[silverstringscomposed]

@strawberry-barista liked for a starter!

The Ginza Reaper hesitates, staring at the door with his hand reaching for the handle...Only to drop it while frowning.

Was this place even open?

Noboru squinted at the obvious decal before leaning forward to try and peer through the glass. From where he stood he wasn’t sure if the lights were on or if he was just stalling before trying to reach for the door handle again....Before quickly pivoting away and grumbling.

Aoi and Miu had pestered him, telling him to leave everything to them while he took on a ‘personal day off’ away from Ginza. In reality Noboru had only dragged himself over once Aoi gave him a ‘look’ and basically worded his request as an order.

“You need to spread your wings out a bit more,” his friend told him before shoving something into his hands, “Go, and be sure to give this to the Producer over there okay?” The redhead glared at the ‘package’ in his hands, probably just a gift from Aoi to the Producer and owner to this café for his last visit.

“...Fine,” Noboru finally muttered before turning around and putting his hand on the handle, fingers curled around and ready to yank it open to finally step inside-Only to let out a yelp as the door is opened and he barely misses a chance to land on his face.

[silverstringscomposed]

@strawberry-barista​

"Oh, I forgot that you've been through this. Any tips, big brother?"

“Don’t overthink it....And if anything, be prepared for a lot of hugs. At least your little sister isn’t insane to lunge herself into hugging you.”

Speaking out of personal experience on that part.

[silverstringscomposed]

He sighed, allowing himself to revert back to his more...Comfortable form. The Game week was done, over....And they were still very much isolated from each other.

Kenzo continued to keep up the status each ‘morning’ and ‘evening’ as Aoi continued to remain in his throne room. Eyes half lidded as he allowed himself to just....Think.

The Song of Ginza had changed, not drastically, but slightly.

The sounds of piano were now slowly being merged into the Music, ironic, the instrument that he had once loved and hated...Was back, but now a necessary tool in at least getting everything in some organized order.

Kenzo didn’t remark much to what Aoi did, but the new Producer had thrown a few glances his way during the few visits they allowed themselves. Out of everyone, Kenzo knew how much Aoi’s past was strongly tied to music and why he chose to allow the old piano melodies he kept close to his heart alive back to their ward. 

The sounds of the piano no longer gave him a pang in his heart...Sure there was a bit of emptiness, but it wasn’t as painful as it had been years ago....

The Composer leaned back against his throne, sighing as he merely waved his hands...Allowing himself to take a moment to pinpoint everyone, his head once again filled of just Ginza....

[silverstringscomposed]

YELLOW

The code hasn’t changed at all...It stayed as it was during the Game week and remained. The chatroom between all four of them practically dead with the code always posted when their day started and to the end....

Noboru hated it.

Being the Head Reaper, he was still allowed to roam about their city and acting normally. Overseeing the Reapers under him, watching over Players and practically doing his normal tasks....Without his siblings.

Kenzo was somewhere, where he hadn’t the slightest clue. The man was out of sight, but Noboru knew he was watching. Miu was stuck back at the penthouse until today as it was the Last Day.

They decided to change things...Nothing super drastic, but Aoi and Miu had decided it would be best that on the Last Day Miu would appear in front of the winning Players doing what they had before....And those who lost, the ones who refused to allow themselves to change for the better and were hopeless cases, Miu and a few selected Reapers would chase them down and Erase them.

Cruel, but needed...They couldn’t give chance after chance now.

And Aoi....

Noboru was never quite sensitive to the song of Ginza, but he could feel something different. A long time ago he could barely hear the faint sounds of a piano...Now he could hear it during certain hours, like how a clock rang out during each passing hour....Through the usual soft bird melodies and wind chimes, Noboru could hear it.

Aoi hated the piano right?

“....Damnit.”

The redhead jumped down from his high perch, landing with ease on his feet as he shoved his hands into his pockets. Eyes searching through the crowds, keeping track of any lingering Noises that needed to be quieted. It was the end of a Game week...It was time for him to clean up and honestly, he needed to blow off steam...