#Silveriron

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[aurelianasrandomramblings]

Characters from stories I probably never will write 1: Aethra

I like to come up with characters and fragments of worlds but I'm not good with coming up with a full and good story. I'm okayish with beginnings and promises but I never got an idea how to fill the story.

So I will just show the characters I got.

First is Aethra, the main figure from my dark kingdom idea. I will write about the world later.

Aethra is the new queen of the dark kingdom.

Species: rekanan (Iron)silver-elf

the elves of this world are metal themed, and the two metals "melted" into one people on this continent, Silveriron would sound better but "Silbereisen" is the name of a well-known german Schlager-singer.

Look: Grey silverish skin and hair. Golden Eyes. Pointy ears. About 1,70m high. Scarred on her whole body after surviving the red plague.

Likes: books, magic, family, ravens and crows

Dislikes: chess, dancing, her reflection,

Aethra is one of the former kings grandchildren. They aren't related in blood but the king saw all of his spouses children as his own children.

Orphaned early she grew up in the castle and was tutored in magic by the court wizard before studying magic at an academy.

There she and her best friend and valet Marisa contracted the red plague sweeping the kingdom, Aethra survived, Marisa didn't. She headed back home and found her grandfather in a worse state than he ever would admit.

Since he was the first king to have an absolutly deadly illness (magic can't heal illnesses in this world and an effective treatment of cancer is still centuries away), the thrones spirit didn't know how to act and simply kept him alive while the cancer spread and spread. Aethra had to succed him via mercy killing instead of the traditional fight.

Now she reign a country that lost at least a third of its inhabitants to a epidemy and whose treasury is almost empty and other challenges. She wants to make it better again but isn't sure how.

Plans for her story:

Her friendship with her first wife Margaretha

Catching and befriending a "hero" and his little brother

Trying to start trading with the fantasy-chinese empire via the newly invented teleportion portal -> getting blown off in a very rude way by an unpopular emperor -> sending some elites to send a message by leaving a letter under his pillow during the night, the elites decide to ally with the rebellion against him ínstead. -> Aethra has to lead an army there and fights the dragon emperor (who can turn into a dragon) personally -> receives a "useless" (in the new emperors eyes) small province bordering the ether-wasteland as thanks. -> New trade town.

[larissaloki]

This is my first installment on a rare pair ship M’Baku x Tony x Bucky. A/b/o verse. M’Baku is an alpha same asBucky and Tony is an Omega. Updates for this will be slow but if you like this fic leave a comment and I’ll see which of my stories get the most interest. Once I’ve finished my walking avengers fic I’ll focus on another.

@thoughtfulbreadpolice @seven-oomen @im-tops-bottom @winteriron-trash here you go!

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~~~~~~~

Humming Tony checked his phone for any message from Pepper, nothing major really was sent to him. Just a few meetings reports, condensed down enough to get just the important details across. He idly skimmed them, asking Friday to make a note once landed and settled in a private room, to go through them more fully. For now, the notes looked promising for their expansion in China and Japan. Both cities with a lot of people could benefit greatly from clean energy. They were in midst of negotiating of setting up the system there to help make their cities greener.so far Japan surprisingly was much more eager to join in.

Which leads to Tony’s little field trip that he’s on now. T’Challa and Shuri have asked him to help introduce Wakandan tech to the world. Not that T’Challa needed the help really, but it looked good to the council and the press that the two were working together. Of course people where still weary and where calling out for the king to be weary of Stark due to his past business, but it wasn’t enough of an outcry too cause to much damage to their stocks.

After T’Challa’s declaration to open the boarder, many had been skeptical as to what Wakanda could offer the world. T’Challa had a plan though. He had brought buildings and was doing work right now to share technology and open trades. The first to establish trades was Tony. Well, more T’Challa was the first to reach out to him. Understanding that Tony wanted to make the world safer and cleaner.

The trade was under a few conditions though, any plans Tony had involving tech and materials from Wakanda had to be approved by T’Challa and his council first before being implemented. Seeing as the primary material was Vibranium, it was no wonder the King was anxious about how it would be used. One of the other stipulations was that Tony had to visit the country and learn about Vibranium, work with it in a controlled environment that could cope with any mishaps. Learn from Princess Shuri how to safely transport it and such.

Tony had all but launched himself at his car shouting down his phone to prep a jet and replying back to T’Challa that he was on his way that instant. Tony was eager to learn, eager to see the genius mind behind most of the modern creations in Wakanda. He wanted to see with his own eyes the country that could better the whole world.

At first, Pepper had been furious at Tony skipping out on a meeting but, once learning the purpose of his trip she had calmed and assured him she would cover for him. Seeing the major benefit of Tony going just as well as he had.

Smiling to himself, Tony leaned back in his luxurious seat sipping some flavoured sparkling water Tony allowed his eyes to close. Above head, the intercom pinged as the pilots’ voice came across.

“We are fast approaching Wakanda Mr Stark, about 5 minutes before landing-“

The plane rocked violently as something hit it. Above the seats, oxygen masks fall for the passengers. Tony slowly makes his way towards the nearest chair, the rock in and shuddering of the plane making hi nearly fall over several times. Of all the times to leave his suit behind, fully believing he wouldn’t need one and also partly because he was in that much of a rush to the plane in NY that he had forgotten it.

Now, Tony was regretting leaving it behind in the compound.

“Please don’t crash, please don’t crash…” Buckling himself into his seat, Tony fumbled for his phone calling for Friday for information on what happened. He barely heard two words from the A.I before the plane took a sharp downward turn, it threw him back into his seat with a curse as he accidentally dropped his phone. The Omega clutched at the armrests of the chair, he had a bad feeling in his gut that no one was alive in the cockpit of the plane. All Tony could do was hope and pray either he survived the fall or received a quick death.

Tony had a thought as to what could have possibly of hit them when the plane began to tumble over and over, shuddering and jolting as it hit things in its decent. The next few moments where a blur for the Omega, he wouldn’t have been able to recall them if he tried. All he recalls is intense terror than a sharp pain to his leg and side before everything goes black.

~~~~~

M’Baku was watching the young Omega princess work on the newest broken Alpha white boy, also known by the children below as, White Wolf. At first, before M’Baku had earned his place among the tribes, he had been sceptical of the teen Omega genius. After seeing her work in person though, he was willing to admit he had been wrong in his judgement.

She had worked near relentlessly on trying to remove the triggers for the Winter Soldier. After a few tense months, Stark had sent information on his BARF, notes on it and how he made it. To see if it could help them. He had even given them details on how to contact Helen Cho. An expert on squishy science. Together they had come up with theories which Shuri had adjusted and altered her machines and such to make these theories work. Slowly she worked through Bucky’s mind; with his permission; to undo the power of the trigger commands. Rendering them useless.

Shuri has just finished the last command after weeks of working on it. They took breaks between each word and tried it to see if it affected him. So far they have been successful. After this last word, Bucky could be taken out of Cryo completely, allowed to slowly be let back among others to get used to life again.

Next, to him, T’Challa stood silently, observing the procedure. Despite the success so far he refused to left guards drop in case anything set back their progress. He won’t relax until this is completed. Around the room is 5 other Dora Milaje as well as them. All placed out of the way but able to move at a moments notice.

Above Barnes is a hologram of his body and brain which Shuri is looking at as she works on another screen. Carefully moving and directing her machines that are attached to Barnes’ head.

It’s a tense 2 hours before Shuri finally sighs and shuts down the machines with a pleased grin. Turning the princess nods at her brother.

“I’m done brother, your broken white boy I finally fixed. Though I do like this one, can I keep him?”

“No Shuri, you can not, I dare say Roger’s wouldn’t be pleased.”

Pouting, Shuri takes off the tabs that are connected to Barnes as he wakes up, blinking confused for a moment. T’Challa moves to stand by the chair/bed, watching Barnes carefully.

“How do you feel?”

Licking his lips Barnes seems to look down at his lap. “Better, I don’t feel so…tense” nodding, T’Challa starts to recite the words he had memorised by heart now. Barnes tenses as he always does when they do this part. However, apart from the initial tensing, there was no reaction. They waited a few moments but when Barnes felt no change, he looks up in wonder yet gratefulness.

“Y-You did it…”

Puffing up proudly behind her brother, Shuri comes closer now satisfied there’s no danger. “You’re all clear. The Winter Soldier cannot be used as a weapon ever again.”

“So he’s completely gone?...”

At this Shuri pauses as if considering her next word carefully. “We are not entirely sure, I believe experiences are still in there, memories. Things that will bleed over to you. Such as skills, but you have free will now. Think of it as a merge? We only really removed the triggers.”

“Thank you, truly” Barnes looked between them all gratefully. The sump where his left arm was is wrapped up with a dark rich blue cloth to hide the area from scrutiny. Barnes was truly indebted to these people who have not only, given him a safe haven to rest and relax but they have helped him become him again. Whatever he was now. He knows he’s not the Bucky from the 1940’s anymore. No matter how much Steve wished for him too. He was also no longer the Ghost Assassin of Hydra.

He had the freedom to become him again. Choose who he wanted to be.

And he had every intention of not fighting again for a long as he could help it.

M’Baku looked him over from his place by the wall still. He and Barnes haven’t interacted much due to him being mostly in cryo and the fact that too many Alphas around at once had made him skittish. What he did now he had gotten through stories from others. He had heard about the smooth charming Brooklyn Alpha from before the war. The Alpha that could charm a fish out of water effortlessly, who could make Betas and Omegas alike, swoon on the dance floor.

Soft quiet moments like this, M’Baku could only see a shy quiet man who just wants to be left alone to live peacefully. It’s not until he smiles that M’Baku gets a glimpse of the person from those stories. The endearingly soft smiles that make you warm inside when the smile is directed at you. Prompting you to smile back. The puppyish look in his blue eyes as Barnes tilts his head as he talks. Even that ridiculously soft brown hair that practically begs to be petted. A few times M’Baku had to refrain from reaching out to touch the fluffy strands. It was simply unfair. Since his wife who had died a few years back, leaving him and their children, M’Baku hadn’t so much as glanced at another. But Barnes was somehow changing that.

Another that had caught his interest was the Omega, Stark. The first time he had seen him in a video conference, M’Baku had to psychically bite his tongue, lest he says something stupid. The smaller man had been Devine to look at as he worked in his lab in the video. Soft dark brown hair gently curling at his ears and neck. Goggles pushed back on h forehead so he could see them, molten chocolate brown eyes had looked at them inquisitively, but M’Baku could see a spark of mischief as well. Just seeing his face and arms had been torture enough but the moment Stark had stood to retrieve something off screen giving them a glimpse of his ass and legs. M’Baku had to cough to cover for the small groan that had escaped. Going by Okoye’s small smirk. He hadn’t been too successful at hiding it.

For days after that video conference, Starks plush ass and perfect legs had been on his mind and starred in his dreams. He just wanted to grope at that ass and possibly bite it to leave his mark. The jeans Stark had been wearing had shown off all those delicious curves leaving M’Baku wanting.

Upon learning that T’Challa was reaching out to work with Tony on more future projects, M’Baku had none too subtly been bugging T’Challa to introduce him to Stark. He wanted to meet the genius. Perhaps try his hand at Wooing his into his bed. After looking up the man, M’Baku could agree that the man needed a god damn break from shit. Both Stark and Barnes just needed a break from shit life threw at them. And what more perfect way than in the middle of nowhere in Wakanda?

Grinning M’Baku pictured the Stark heir trying to climb a tree. Unaware that the room was looking at him oddly when he started chuckling to himself.

T’Challa was the one bravest to step forward. “M’Baku? What’s so funny?”

“Huh?” Coming back to focus, M’Baku looked around to see the stares and grinned. “Was just imagining T’Challa in crocodile-infested waters,” his grin grew wider at Barnes look of alarm, a few of the Dora looked mildly alarmed as well but stayed still as Okoye and T’Challa shook their heads amused. Shuri grinned outright at him, “did you yet him in?”

“Shuri please…” T’Challa groaned at his sister. Before any more words could be shared the palace shook slightly, a boom from a distance could be heard. Alert T’Challa ran to the nearest window, looking outside. To the distance just inside their borders, they could see a plane crashing down towards the trees and rivers below. M’Baku managed to catch a glimpse of the name on the side of the small plane. Stark.

Immediately, T’Challa shouted out commands for people to be sent to check the wreckage for any survivors. Also for someone to find out who had shot down that plane.

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[calamitousrpgarchive]

IT’S WHIMSICAL. 

... it’s filled with spider webs and jack-o-lanterns. The entrance of Myre Grove is dark and cold. Water drips from every inch of the cavern as you walk through to get to the land of the Faeries. At first, it appears innocent enough. Different facial expressions have been carved out of the pumpkins, some sad, some happy, others completely terrified. It’s what’s expected from Halloween. 

As you step out of the cave, you notice something very unexpected, however. Those that have dared to travel into the depths of Myre Grove can tell that this is not of the norm. Three doors are settled amongst the thick trees, blocking the way. Three paths to choose from. 

IT’S MAGICAL.

The first door, to the left, appears to be an exact replica of a tomb stone. Above the door, there’s a neon number: 35. Etched into the center of it reads: Here lies the past, the present, and the future. A magical experience. Answers to long awaited questions, mysteries that can finally be solved. Last long enough, and you might obtain the answers you seek...

IT’S MYSTICAL.

The middle door is a stain glass window, dark red and blue colors shone bright towards the crowd. Above the door, there’s a neon number. 30. If you look close enough, one might see the many cracks that has been used to relay a message. We are mystical. We are seen, yet unseen. All we want is company. Will you come indulge us, if only for one night? 

IT’S MADNESS.

The last door, to the right, has brightly colored green leaves, growing on vines, wrapping around the frame. It’s welcoming, compared to the other two doors. Above the door, there’s a neon number: 40. Enjoy frolicking through fields of green and skies of blue. Reads a sign connected to the door. For, a night of madness could also mean a night of fun. 

WHICH WILL YOU CHOOSE?

Once you enter any of the encounters, each number on the top of the doors will begin a countdown. The numbers represent how many minutes you will be in that encounter. There is nothing one can do to add on time, however, time feels as if it goes much slower if you are not participating in the encounter. 

ADMIN NOTE: This is Part 2/3 of our lovely Halloween event! As it reads above, once your characters enter the Myre Grove, they are given a choice of 3 different paths. They can try to decipher what is behind each door by reading the messages, or they can just go in without bothering. The messages are just that, messages. They do not need to remember them or do anything with them once they enter through the doors.

Here are what is behind each door:

DOOR ONE: This one will lead your characters to a large graveyard. The graveyard appears old, and there is a large tomb that one could go into, and underground, if they desire to explore. The graveyard is blocked off by silveriron fences/gates. Several things can happen, or that your characters can encounter, while being in this area:

Bodies crawling out of graves.

Heavy mist.

Voices that come from any/every area. 

Screams.

Undead, rotting, people that try to get them to come into the graves/tombs with them.

DOOR TWO: If your character enters this door, they will be brought to an actual haunted house. It will be very old, tattered and worn down furniture, wallpaper, baseboards, etc. It is two stories with a grand staircase. Several things that can happen are:

Ghosts. Plenty of them. Some good, happy, joyful. Some mean and downright nasty who want to make your character’s lives miserable while they are there.

Sinister music/songs/singing.

Flashing lights/electrical problems. 

Doors opening, closing, and locking on their own. 

Cold areas of the house.

Ectoplasm dripping from the walls, cracks, doors, etc.

DOOR THREE: Past this door, there is a field of flowers, and just past that, there is a cornfield. The flowers are the most beautiful you’ve ever seen and the corn is fresh. The sky is bright and there is absolutely no darkness to this encounter. The field is endless. Several things that can happen are:

The flowers give off a scent that creates a euphoric feeling. At least, at first. After a few minutes, your mind will instantly feel impending doom and dread. 

In the cornfield, there are several scarecrows. They move, with or without the wind.

Noises such as chainsaws and large crop mowers can be heard, and if one is hallucinating enough, seen vividly. 

As time moves forward, the crops in the cornfield grow taller and thicker. This can cause characters to lose more sense of direction (especially if they are already hallucinating), and potentially getting lost. 

You can choose what your character sees/does during each encounter. The doors that lead to each area are locked until the timer hits 0 above each of them. 

If you guys have any questions, please let one of the Admin Team know! This event is NOT mandatory. It’s just something fun to do! And yes, your characters can dress up in anything they want! 

[gabe-fothergill]

He might not have silveriron as of yet, but he still had his knife. Gabriel held the weapon aloft, creeping into his own apartment. Even with Cardelle’s melancholy, things were too quiet. As he pushed the door open, it was clear that someone had been through their place. The man would never forgive himself had someone come for Card while he was out. Why the intruder would wish to steal a pair of muddy boots and some stained shirts didn’t make any sense. Hell the place looked better than when he’d left it this afternoon. The curtains were open for the first time since Asher left. That and it smelled like Ash was back cooking in the kitchen. His mouth watered from a single sniff of the bread baking in the oven. This wasn’t the over-processed,  half-stale crap that Gabe managed to grab from the corner store. Someone was baking real bread in their kitchen without setting off the smoke detectors.

Gabe paused a moment, staying in one of the few dark corners left. Whoever broke in now was moving around the kitchen. At first he thought it might be Asher returned. Then he believed it to be a dream brought on by someone knocking Gabe out. Finally he realized who it was as the light bounced off her chocolate curls. “For fuck’s sake Annie! I was ready to kill you.” 

@heavensentx​

[khanivcre]

@michaelcardellerp

it was funny, hilarious even, how michael thought that he could show utter disrespect and be met with anything less than a suiting punishment. perhaps he has taken too much comfort into the role he played in their pack’s hierarchy - although a delta, he was the alpha’s closest advisor; her right hand, the person second in command, when she wasn’t present. perhaps he had taken too much advantage of that, rellied too much on their close relationship and allowed himself foolish acts like disrespecting her. did he really think she’d let him get away with that? oh, no. there was no way. she was going to teach him a lesson, in front of their entire pack. they could learn a thing or two - how the mighty could fall, how the closest one to her could suffer the punishment a newly pup would. betrayal and disrespect were crucial even to a pack like theirs. 

the punishment was not of great calliber - she could’ve done a lot worse, her enemies, for example, suffered death, so michael could only be glad that he was met with something a little less...painful. after sedating him, the man was put in a silveriron cage big enough for him to fit, yet not settle in comfortably. if he was to turn wild within the restrictions, he’d be burnt, or worse. she’d suggest not to fight against it much, however it was entirely up to him how he behaved. 

it wasn’t the pain she wished to cause him, she could think of a million other ways to cause him physical harm, but the cage - oh the cage took away his freedom. and one thing michael loved most in this world was his freedom - liliana knew this much. taking away his freedom would hurt him more than any physical pain she could cause him.

it was early in the morning, some of the wolves had gone hunting, the others were god knows where, and liliana had crouched before the cage michael was in; elbows resting on her knees, while her hands were hanging in the air,

 “morning, sunshine. how’d you sleep? no bad dreams i hope.”

[deathbeckons]

@calamitousstarters​ location: anywhere​

“I’m sorry, I know it’s a longshot but I’ve lost my necklace. I don’t suppose you’ve seen it?” Valeria asked, interrupting the other with her soft voice, hand coming to rest at the base of her bare neck. “It’s nothing fancy, just a simple silver chain with a cross pendant. I know it’s chaos and it’s probably lost forever but...” She trailed off, chewing on her lower lip. Her father had given her it for her sixteenth birthday; real silveriron that would burn any supernatural that tried to touch it. A small protection, but it wasn’t necessarily about that for her. Just feeling it rest against her skin meant there was hope that her family was still out there alive, and that her God was looking down on them. 

[hxlfcrxzy]

For a wolf that was usually so unkempt, he didn’t half scrub up well. He’d made sure his hair was styled, still messy but messy with purpose. He’d taken a few squirts from one of Bram’s aftershaves, if only to mask the smell of dog he was sure the vampire could normally pick up on. A small detail but one he didn’t want to skimp out on. Hell, he’d even run a comb through the more scraggly segments of his facial hair, in an attempt to make sure all the hairs at least looked like they were facing the same way.

Slung over his frame was a black shirt, sleeves cutting off half way down his biceps, with some kind of tropical flower print. It looked more like something he’d wear on a vacation than dinner at his boyfriends, but for now it was the closest thing he owned to ‘nice’ or ‘smart’. Sure Obi wouldn’t care, but Mike wanted to show he was making an effort. Making this commitment mean something.

The most pressing issue still across his face was the scarring from the silveriron burn, something he couldn’t hide and something he wasn’t too keen to explain to the vampire. As long as nobody does anything to you that upsets me, they can live, or words similar to that are what Oberyn had warned, the conditions to their relationship and foundations they were built upon. The burns on his body he could hide, but the one diagonal across his face he could not.

Who needs a normal dinner date anyway? He nodded in response to himself, taking in a deep breath as he stood in front of the door to Oberyn’s home, the same door he had not seen since he had last visited, the visit where he admitted and confessed everything. This makes this...what...the first official date? Damn, now he was nervous. Excited, but nervous. He took in another deep breath and knocked on the door. No, aside the story behind his fortnight absence and the tales of The Cage, Mike wasn’t going to let anything else ruin tonight.

@sirenxsong​ @calcmityys​

[cavernovs]

PROMPT: “Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?” MUSES: A.Cyprian & F.Carter / @oftragxdy​

Stupid question. Even more stupid a creature asking it. There wasn’t a way he dared think she wasn’t travelling down the path of insanity with the inquisitiveness – maybe this was it, broken entirely; driven mad. Fragile little things. Worthless, mostly. He always told Jahi they broke like twigs. Freyja had never been different. Only flesh harbouring a soul that would taste divine when threatening to shatter to pieces under his thumb. One day, he knew that he would pluck it from her; watch as her beady eyes sunk back and ennewed his with a powerful glint that sparked flames in their depths.

“Why – ?” an answer he didn’t much care for as much as it opened her up to: “ – are you curious to learn?”

Too quick for her. A contraption proven to be testy at best. Azarius liked to feel his own hands inflict, not pull triggers of lazy metal creations to offer a fast end to life with one unsatisfying bang.

But he’d been shot – countless times. Even the demon that most of his own feared wore bullet holes as scars, though, only when silveriron was loaded into their chambers did they do anything but impale in the layers of hard skin, quickly pushed out by smoke and ash when Azar would dust those wasting energy to fire at him at all.

So did he know what it felt like? Sure. Like an inconvenience and a soul wasted when he made an awful mess of the shooter.

A wide smile bore down at her, his stature at full rise and a disinterested shake of his head at the proposition Freyja thought she’d be granted the mercy of that kind of death if she wanted to rebel against him. In her state, in his domain; against him. How foolish could one mortal be? 

A sound only befitting a demon rumbled from his lips, half a chuckle, half a threat that bound itself to the warning that he expected her to recognise in his tone, something low – near hissed:

“Will you shoot me, Freyja?” That was the implication, or the threat she’d given him, undoubtedly. The grin stayed.

Imagine if you ever dared try, mortal.

And then imagine what will happen when you fail.

[thewickeddubois]

Open || Location: Anywhere @calamitousstarters​​

“Hey now, is there any need for that kind of behaviour?” Drake’s hands were raised as their head dropped into a slight tilt, their usual smirk turned into a pout. Drake had been out following a lead on some silveriron weapon for a client when they were cornered by what they guessed was an amateur hunter. It was cute, really; a crossbow aimed in their direction as it shook in the hands of the inexperienced. Is this what humanity had come to? “Please, I’ll do anything! I’m too young to die!” Drake feigned a pathetic plea for their life, cowering slightly before the human. “You can’t do this, I have a cat.” And in one swift movement, Drake dropped one hand, swinging it round and allowing it to spin their entire body as an unseen force smashed the hunter into a nearby wall, their body crumpling on the ground. “Hmm...” Drake sighed contentedly, not bothering to check if the human was still alive. “Okay, what the hell was I doing?”

[shiverrinqs]

closed starter for : @fire-blooded​

In  the  last  few  weeks,  Bram  rarely  left  his  brother's  side  unless  Lucky  or  his  sister  forced  him  to  do  so.  Sleep,  they  said  as  if  he  could  quiet  his  mind  long  enough.  Which  was  saying  something,  considering  naps  were  his  thing.  But  he  complied  reluctantly.  Always  in  the  corner  in  a  chair  or  empty  cot  in  his  brother's  room  as  he  recovered.  Sleep  didn't  come,  though.  Instead,  his  mind  reeled.  When  the  images  of  his  brother  falling  in  the  ring  stopped.  Thoughts  of  what  to  do  plagued  him.  He  knew  what  he  wanted  to  do.    He'd  been  fortunate  to  have  beaten  the  vampire  he  fought  in  the  slaughter  ring.  But  even  with  the  finishing  blow  of  his  silveriron  sword  in  the  other’s  gut.  The  creature  called  Jakoris  was  still  alive.  Bram  was  only  just  starting  to  heal  from  his  own  wounds.  He  needs  to  be  stronger,  and  the  only  way  he  could  think  of  doing  that  was  becoming  a  creature  that  had  been  created  to  kill  vamps  in  the  first  place.  But  that  kind  of  choice,  that  kind  of  change...  it  wasn't  one  he  could  just  make  on  a  whim.  But  to  get  his  sister  back  and  to  protect  his  family,  what  other  choice  did  he  have?

With  sleep  eluding  him,  Bram  decided  to  take  a  walk.  He  had  only  just  noticed  Damien  as  he  rounded  the  corner.    "Damien,"  he  called  back  towards  their  leader.  Reversing  his  own  steps  to  come  to  stand  by  the  other .  Before  he  did  anything,  he'd  need  to  talk  to  Damien  anyway.  Best  to  start  now,  "  You've  got  a  minute?  I  need  to  fill  you  in  on  some  things,  and  I've  got  a  feeling  you  aren't  gonna  like  it.  So  you've  been  warned."

[reinacastro]

Fire crackled, flames rose and merged with one another. Quiet-peaceful to anyone who truly watched as the flames pressed against one another. Beauty in the smallest colors of orange and yellows under a moonless night.

And Reynalda felt none of it.

The witches connection to the flames was still there, she knew it was-still felt it on her bones and each time her skin awoke the next morning. It was a hard thing to escape-a second layer to her skin was what her power could be described to by others. But Reina was having difficulty adjusting back into it.

Who wouldn’t when silveriron messed with not only ones insides but your mind as well?

It had been hundred of years since Reina had felt this way: powerless and betrayed. Betrayed by those humans who she had tried to protect and keep safe if they weren’t able to defend themselves. And powerless….because that was exactly how she had felt in the weeks after her body healed itself at a normal human pace once all the silveriron was out of her body and system. Even with Reyna being a thousand year old natural witch, who had healing powers on her side, she was still not invincible; she was still someone like all others who needed time to adjust and let her body do what it needed to.

But Reina’s body was healed now. Her powers right there if she called them.

And yet, Reina did not. The woman had returned to work after several months away to heal and still chose not to go on stage and do any performances. Her mind playing back the responsibility and power she had to keep in check, her anger as well. And then there were the memories of her past that would resurface no matter how deep she tried to keep them.

A past friend dying. Her father dying. Humans betraying those who helped—humans hurting her in the past in more ways than one. Her own mother taunting the “dark” side and making it sound more appealing than it should.

“Basta Reina…” Reynalda told herself, giving her head a small shake and standing from where she sat on the ground. Her brown gaze never left the fire before her though; eyes watching flames sway left and right, up and down, in and outwards.

Theres nothing like this, she thought, a power not worth yielding no matter which way she was tempted. A power she didn’t touch in fear of loosing control over it again as she had many times over through the years. And still….

“For you papa, only for you.”

And this statement was what drove Reynalda forward to keep herself centered: her father being the only soul reason she held on each time she felt herself slipping.

Closing her eyes, Reina inhaled deeply as her hands reached forward, over the flickering fire which barley brushing her fingertips. 

“I’m fine.”

The fire flickered higher in protest. Reina flinched, pulling her hands back, only to frown at herself and push her hands forward once more. And this time, when the female spoke, she made herself believe her words.

“I’m. Fine.”

The fire ceased, vanishing and leaving nothing but smoke behind.

And one would think, after so many years of telling herself such words, Reynalda would believe it; she did….if only for splitting moments.

__________________________

Reynalda has been in and out of work for several months. While working she sticks to the bar or attending tables. If she is on stage, she chooses to be a backup dancer or singer—she will be center stage if others wish to practice using their magic and sync it with her movements. But her own magic is still not being used during these performances.

Reina has been in and out of town as well for breaks here and there. She’s taking a little time for HERSELF versus looking over others first. But now she’s back. Slowly getting back into the swing of things. Long story short, she’s roughly at a 60% of herself versus the usual 100% 😜

[dontcallmeaurorastark]

I need to come up with OTP tags besides just the name of them. If you can give me some help, I would love you!

I have...

Stori - Steve and Rori WinterWarrior - Bucky and Rori Hot Iron - Johnny Storm and Rori SilverIron - Pietro and Rori SpaceWarrior - Peter Quill and Rori

[calamitousrpgarchive]

THE WINDS ARE CHANGING, 

There’s never a quiet day in the state of Calamity. 

And if there is. 

It’s the quiet before the storm. 

THERE’S WAR ON THE HORIZON. 

The mortals have suffered catastrophic loss already, Bram Mackie; a formerly prestigious hunter has fallen in with the wolves in order to strengthen himself and increase his chance of protecting his family. His friend Michael “Mike” Fothergill is offering his house for refuge whilst the newly turned wolf adjusts to his new self. This information is only known to those closest to him, and those who have been told via word of mouth from said people.Sabrina Mackie, Lucky Jones Adams and the rest of the Mackie clan seem supportive of his choice, though Cardelle Mackie would express the opposite. Begs the question, is the sacrifice worth it in the long run?

The former Commander Damien Alanis is another tragic loss for the Hideout ranks; attacked by rogue vampires, and only discovered in his last moments by his lover Malcolm “Mal” Davenport who acted against Damien’s will be transformed into one of the very creatures he used to hunt. 

The news broke out in waves, and chances of alliances across the westside remain to look slim. Malcolm and Damien have both been contained in the basement of Kazimir Mikhailov’s manor for their own protection, and the protection of others. It had been adjustment after adjustment. Jessie Davenport, Axel Reyes and Kazimir have been between diplomatic meetings in order to damage control and repair the human and vampire relations. 

Malcolm will be punished severely for the murder of one of his own via Jessie, Demitri & Jakoris “Jack” Davenport’s will. 

Axel Reyes, former Second in Command in the Hideout, has stepped up to Commander role and is heading the human relations, tightening security and doing everything he can in order to protect his people where it appears his predecessor failed. There has been a private meeting between the Commander and the Overlord after the rather large indiscretion; to prevent a Westside war that would be more blood than anything else. 

The former Second also took it upon himself to hunt down the former Commander, as the two of them had a long lived agreement that they’d not let one another turn into another species. With this in mind, Axel managed to convince Damien to meet him in neutral territory. He brought Lucky with him, wanting to make sure that the deed would be done, whether Axel finished the job or her. Unfortunately for the two of them, Kazimir found them and stopped it before either of them could do damage to one another.

They have come to a shaky agreement that Axel will donate blood to Damien for training purposes, in exchange for the vampires providing supplies that would be too difficult to acquire safely on their own, or risky. However, a miscommunication between the two leaders may mean that it doesn’t hold for all that long, because the Commander wants a guarantee that the humans in his ranks would not be touched, which the Overlord seems to agree to at first, despite the orders given. For an entire hierarchy of vampires to go against their nature, it seems like a dream that would only go on so long...

Outside of the Darklands ranks, Claude Jones has become a vampire once more, Scarlett Jane Grey her maker in a reversal of roles. Due to her lack of memory, she cannot remember much of her first maker Fox Crathorne. This transformation has left little reflection of Claudette and she is using her practice to lure unsuspecting humans and fae in for counselling and entertain her newly unhinged mannerisms. SJ has been at the reigns of handling the reprimands for Lydia Cragore and her misdeeds that pitted her as disloyal to the vampires. This led her to also become aware of Daniel Wright’s involvement in regards to trying to help Lydia with an escape, or at least attempting to encourage her to try and leave. Meanwhile, not long after this - and with incredibly poor timing as a diplomatic member - Scarlett has left Calamity on a temporary hiatus from the state. Few know of this (Claude and Jessie), and her absence is noticed but unquestioned when those might pester Jessie Davenport for answers about her Bite Club’s second lady. 

Demitri Davenport remains to be unlike himself after his own punishment a couple months ago after he acted off orders and tortured Malcolm. He is attempting to be better in his role and stay out of the firing line of Jessie Davenport because of it. Unknown to him, Jessie is considering him among the names she might suggest to Kazimir about filling their Consul position - believing that with the diplomatic relations as they are, the more voices offering a partial democracy would benefit them all. The vizier also managed to recruit Rosalie Winters into accumulating blood for Kazimir. But will she follow through? There are whispers of Rosalie and Fox Crathorne co-hosting a dinner party. 

Giselle Stoneheart has also been in contact with the Diplomat in order to discuss terms of a potential alliance, as has Josiah Maxwell as representing the Mer Kingdom, so the vampire has been attempting to fortify relations across the entire state in order to secure the continued survival of her race. Giselle, before this has been keeping a relatively low profile with the absence of an acting High Court among the fae, and has been acting on her own ideals for the benefit of her people. 

And in a hit to the vampires themselves, Teddy Byrne has taken a silveriron bullet to the shoulder by a rogue mortal and has been spending some time recovering. His old flame, and former pet (perhaps?) Matias “Matty” Desoto has been helping aid in his healing process, and both men trea thin water, considering Matty’s position at the Overlord’s side as a private feeder and companion. A secondary concern, one thinks to the diplomatic mess that Kaz has been busy with - slipped beneath his nose for a smidge longer than it usually would, maybe? Matty has also been pursuing Kaz to turn him into a vampire, but has been grossly denied until he has levelled his own personal deep seated issues, in order to make the transition easier. His brother Ace Remington, continues to antagonise him - and he persists to try and help the psychopath.

Under Axel’s new leadership, Cardelle Mackie approached him about the potential to be Second, pending a trial period that would be to prove himself as a leader. Daniel Wright has been tasked with hunting additional medical supplies for Sabrina Mackie, Aiden Kinsey, Ellie May and Diego Garcia to potentially use to develop and synthesis new medicine. Sabrina has been also developing her own skills in research development, including such things as vampire repellant, haemotology in order to further the knowlegde they have on how it works (species), hybridising plants and a multitude of salves that would be for the betterment of her people; friends and family. Her other half, Lorelai Mackie still remains to be missing, and her family are refusing to give up any hope. 

Unbeknowst to them, Lorelai Mackie is under the name Mackenzie and has been abducted to be a feeder between the two rivalling clubs on the Westside, BC and Voci. There has been the briefest of revelations in her search when Bram Mackie nearly slaughtered Jakoris “Jack” Davenport in the SRS where there was an information exchange that somehow, salvaged the vampire’s life but offered an in for the Mackie about the woman he was searching for. Jack now suspects a connection based on the two somwhat tense interactions they have shared, whilst Bram has a likely lead about Lorelai’s whereabouts. 

Along with Daniel’s orders to bring supplies into the Hideout, he’s also secretly helping the far, Cordelia Darkwood with a baby; picking up small trinkets and baby things that he delivers to her in private. He plans to inform the Hideout of this little secret in due time; when tensions have lessened. Daniel broke Gabriel Fothergill’s nose, brushed his scent onto him and may have put himself in danger by crossing paths with Michael “Mike” Fothergill, who is experiencing the backend of Liliana Solar’s punishment of being trapped in a silveriron cage that left him even madder than usual. Gabe has made it his life’s mission to press Mike’s buttons and the mad wolf sports the burns for all to see his injuries. And despite common knowledge of being enemies, he is tangled in leige with the Vociferous Owner, Oberyn Cortez and there’s something more than just unlikely flings between them. Though, it isn’t public. 

The very same vampire has been manipulating Aiden Kinsey and fabricating the mortal’s memories with compulsion. With the help of Avery Arden, a troublesome fae, they have gradually been uncovering the vampire’s handiwork to the discovery of Oberyn using Aiden as a blood source for his own personal gain. He has acquired a magical necklace that allows Avery and he to communicate telepathically, and has been self-questioning a route to elongate his lifespan to spend longer with the fae; perhaps taking the same route as Bram Mackie? 

On the less volatile side of the wolves, the oldest pack have been running amok on the Southside, troubled in their own ways - the usual pack warfare. Alpha of the Syndico’s Enzo Sinclair has been dealing with difficult family and lovers drama, Jaxon Reed has admitted the truth of Sinclair’s heritage and revealed that he is the Alpha’s father which has proven to be difficult for Enzo. With this, Jax has also confessed to having intimate relations with a member of a rival pack and the exchange of secrets has only made the Alpha make his Beta keep it hush. The only other person who knows of this familial truth is Izyk Vissar, the Alpha’s husband and formerly Exiled wolf. They are all trying to keep the inter-family drama outside of pack business, and Jaxon has found himself engaging with those he may want to avoid to cope with having to keep his confessions secret. 

Adding to Enzo Sinclair’s family carnage, his mother is heading back into town to scorn the man’s choice in husband; express her absolute disapproval. Izyk’s dealing with that, alongside his new position within the Syndico pack, and gaining acceptance as a valued member. 

Aslyn Bishop remains to be wavering with her loyalties to the wolves, and ongoing relations with Logan Crest Cree, of the vampires. Jaxon Reed has been attempting to keep her out of this trouble. 

To add to the wolves despair, Max Roper remains to be cursed to wolf form, and Phoebe Gallagher has been doing her best to cope and help with this, and has been searching for magical remedies to reverse the curse. Though, she’s not the only one trying to help the wolf. Haylee Dubois seems to think she might have a cure for the spell that is plaguing Max, while Esme is also doing her best to help. With all of this help, Max may be appear human once again.

In the ocean, the Mer kingdom remains to be recovering from their stroke of constant bad luck, death after death amongst the royal family implies they would be overdue something good. Andrew and Saylor Zander as reigning monarchs oversee their people and continue to attempt to keep them safe given past events. King Andrew and Katya Tilki have both recently returned from their travels to neighbouring kingdoms in order to recruit allies to aid in the silent war that threatens the Forgotten. Andrew is angry since his father ran his twin out of town and just as motivated by that, as he is the near assassination on him at his own wedding. Queen Saylor, privately, acted on her own in retaliation to that by targeting the demons at the latest Party of the Century, and dropped numerous with her potent concoction The Exitus. Nobody knows who was responsible for the toxic drink, but Azarius and Jahi of the Dominion have opened up their own investigations, and began dropping their own suspects across the state of Calamity in a hunt for the culprit, each pointing fingers in other directions. Azarius suspects his assassination attempt with Azagi Rabaz at the royal wedding might have something to do with the targeting. 

A silent war of the East remains under the radar, for now. 

In the diplomacy side of the underwater kingdom, Advisor, Josiah Maxwell has been reaching out for allies, whilst balancing his own personal interests in the Queen and the contract they drew up months ago that vowed the royal circle, himself and Kondor Tarren to secrecy in regards to inter-personal relationships that may jeopradise the integrity of vows, and hierarchial traditions. Greyson Zander has expressed his upset in conversation with his sister, but they all signed themselves to silence. Love is pain, no? Kondor Tarren caught between Greyson and Andrew whilst Saylor has her head turned by her Advisor. 

Saylor continues to plan for a war, has recently secured an alliance with the Syndico Pack and with her Advisor’s help, is working on allying with more. Dayanara “Daya” Lighcrest, in the background is hellbent on her pursuit for the throne, and has taken a private leave under a false guise where she was instead attempting to recruit her own people from neighbouring kingdoms to her cause, and has been planting seeds in her compatriots that antagonise the Zander’s, the potential that Azarius and Azagi may be part of her recruitment after the demon’s lazy attack on them may pose a different degree of threat. She is greatening her force, making no moves but is a reckoning force in the rear view of  the Zander’s gaze.

Among the demons, post-attack on them, and an absence of any particular unit of force, few care to act on it, others, want to terrorize the state as a result. Azagi Rabiaz is caught in a triangle of carnage, Jack Davenport, Lan Darquen and Azarius all have varying interests in the demon, but never as first choice. A complicated turmoil and mixture of monsters that serve as entertainment, toxicity and terror in one package. Lan remains unaware that Azagi and Jack have been more than just passing acquaintances, and both Jack and Azagi have learned during their jibes that they share a common partner in crime; they aren’t looking forward to letting that slip to the Invidias; the demon of envy. Nor is the little secrets of Azagi taking impromptu naps in the Davenport’s bed particularly eager knowledge they want broadcasted. 

Jakoris “Jack” Davenport in amongst the diplomatic trouble of the Darklands, is growing to put it on the back burner; disagrees with some decisions made and it might jeopradise his standing. Evanora Bile, his best friend and witch, admits to her magic waning (due to age) and that her lifespan is being reduced to that of a mortals - much to the vampire’s distaste and is currently in the pursuit (and somehow, pushing down rage) of some magical cure that might stop the mortal process of aging as he gradually wars with denial and truth. But his likely bloody chase for answers, might put himself in predicaments that derail all diplomacies on the Westside.

Ezekiel “Zeki” Amari has founded and opened his own bistro by the name of Polaris, and its a welcome reprieve for a lot of patrons of Calamity, Izara “Kit” Levine among one of its first customers on opening night and unaware that its founder had been one of her oldest companions from when they were both affiliated with the Hideout. This goes before Kit has crossed paths with her long time ex fiance, Axel Reyes and they balance a love, hate relationship amongst the diplomatic stress the Commander is dealing with. 

The state’s local good source of all things tasty, Zane Saxena has been manufacturing his own supplies of drugs and poisons in order of the growing demand. War? Brings about something with a little more potency, Pixie still a big first choice for most of the users, Ace Remington and Harley Xhanthi among his best customers, if not best friends - if it would be called such a thing. He is taking orders directly through Havelowe’s in the black market. The same Harley that has transformed species more than once, first a fallen, later a mortal via the powerful concoction at the Winter Ball, before Luella Edwards turned him into her protege and has been training him through fledgling hood. Her maker, Elias Reyes is still as insane as ever. 

Northside, the witches are as divided as ever, Esmeray Black alongside Esme Darcy are both heading the sorcerers and Black, newly given the position is still learning of the secrets that are bestowed upon the Arch Conduits. There is plans to potentially steal a child to fulfill missing gaps in her soul and assist Rhysand Darkwood in murdering Andrew’s father. Freyja Carter, without knowledge of witchcraft or the magic in her blood, is on the cusp of connecting with Luca Whitmore to help her realise what she is, but reluctantly. Aurora Lightwood, a ticking time bomb if there ever was one, the Tamperer with more power than any moertal body could handle, is trying to get a grasp of what her past has left her with. 

The High Sage keeps the Naturals in order, except her own Shaman, Haylee Dubois who appears to have wavering loyalties and rushes of impulsive behaviours, perhaps from being on such a tight leash til now? Atemu Elmasry, a poor choice in companion, dealing with his own past haunting him in the form of lost love - pitted against a complicated back and forth with the Shaman on the opposite side of the civil war of the witches, and on the brink of losing one of his oldest allies in Evanora Bile. He finds comfort in Valdana Romanov and cannot work out why he keeps finding himself in life and death, back and forths with Haylee; stops her from plummeting into dark magic and yet tolerates it. Daphne Groves is one of Haylee’s closest, and is defending all her choices, but quietly hopes she will remain on the side of light, and repel darkness. Daph is also getting a little too close to Yara Clementine, the vampire that stands as the only link left back to the witch’s mother and begins to question the High Sage’s values; instead stands to believe all species should be helped; anti-war. Still a believer, even after Azagi Rabaz presented the eyes of a loyalist in a terrifying act to coax information out of the witch?

A grand opening Southside, Coveted offers something new, founded by Adonis Romero he has found that it benefits him beyond the obvious. In some complicated thing with Teddy Byrne that seems mutually beneficial, Adonis is attempting to get the vampire addicted to his fae blood in order to manipulate the vampire to do what he wants. The trickery of the fae knows no bounds, it seems. The fae of Myre Grove seem relatively tame, Jasper Dalton’s step-brother Samuel Dalton has strode into town again to cause all kinds of trouble. Already found his long time companions in the Davenports, and Jessie has warned him off leaving messes that could caue diplomatic problems. 

Jasper has however antagonised Quentin Miles’ boyfriend when in The Bloom anda fight broke out, Kane Harrison bit Jasper and the situation grew extreme - Malakiah’s arrival worsened the situation, and the flower shop became a warzone that ended only when Quentin agreed to assist in Jasper’s injuries. What was said about how love hurts? Fortunately, an isolated indiscretion between the fae, fallen and the wolf was nothing more that lovers’ spats. 

Speaking of Jasper... He also seems to have caught the eye of his Manager and supposed friend, Amos De Leon. The man, usually seen surrounded by luck, seems to have a couple of people wrapped around his finger. Giselle, darling, are you having fun? It’s unknown if some of his games are for shits and giggles, or if he intends to blackmail those around him. All that luck is bound to run out at some point... 

Under the noses of the rest of the fae, Avery Arden plans to help conduit the human and vampire alliance in a negative direction, possibly with the assistance of Dalton and this would be detrimental to stopping a war of the West. 

Dojermaur “Dodger” Dros has been getting increasingly closer to Lennell Moore, but a Letharger’s interest in a mortal seems suspicious, no? Nira has been trying to assist in wakening the Unawakened and helping them blossom into their true potential, and Jack Riley seems to be a perfect candidate - on the road to recovery from his substance abuse, and trying to help his new Commander, and Hideout with supply runs and being support. 

Alexander remains to be under the thrall of the demons in the Dominion, continues to work as a bartender at Hypnos and is irrefutably flirting with his best friend. He’s gained custody of his child within the confines of the tunnels. The same tunnels that Atemu Elmasry and Teddy Byrne almost fought in when they reuinted for the first time in a decade and spurred the hundred year old feud that runs deep between them - Fallon Knight the only reason that the two only part ways with new scars, and their lives. 

/ END

This is the briefest of reference materials we could compile together based on what we know, and what the muns of Calamitous have sent us. If there is anything incorrect, or misinterpreted - or you lovelies want something added/included, let us know! 

We didn’t receive updates for everyone, but we’re happy to add something in, we hope this runover of the latest events helps you guys who don’t have the time to follow everything on the dash!