#Vex/Clementine

[thevampiresoc]

tags has whos who from left to right. im gonna make oc-core playlists later. also im updating the voice claim list.

[thevampiresoc]

Hey, that's mee !! The gimmick from that blog is absolutely DROPPED HERE!!!!!!! WE GET RABIES HERE AND OTHER ILLNESSES FROM EATING RAW METAL!!!!!!!! this will be the master-post for this bad-boy blog!

THE TAGS (LAST UPDATED 9/24/202) #(oc name + initials) - posts where the oc is mentioned or in it directly #writing - where I talk about writing #OOIQ / #Out Of Incorrect Quotes - out of character stuff and or things made with/by the incorrect quotes generator. overall silly stuff. #voice claims - the voice claims masterlist. link provided for ease of access #playlist - for the eventual playlists ill be making. #me - when I reblog from the main acc. #can the new queen get bitches already - ball room moments in an rp im in #guest cameo - me reblogging from my friends that add onto my posts #purposeful reblog - reblogging things to here on purpose #others ocs - other peoples/friends ocs. friend group/relationship tags #distress disaster duo - sasha and matthew's duo tag. #s-teir activities - sammy, sasha and sydney's friend group tag

hey. made a separate blog for my oc ramblings. @thevampiresoc . if you even care.

[ylangelegy]

kaeeeee loml what if i asked u for jeonghan + what? me? jealous? never.

ⵌ lawyer!jeonghan x lawyer!reader. ⵌ word count: 1.1k ⵌ notes: alternate universe: office. hi, my light! do you remember saying "workplace rival yoon jeonghan that has the same academic validation kink as you"? because i do 😃 and here's a taste of it!

The firm's war room is alive with energy.

The partners are gathered, a sea of pinstriped authority, waiting to devour the presentations. You sit near the end of the long table, fiddling with the corner of your folder, pretending not to notice Yoon Jeonghan lounging next to you like he owns the place.

He doesn't, of course. Not yet. But the way he leans back in his chair, perfectly pressed suit catching the overhead light, gives off the impression that he thinks it's only a matter of time.

No matter how many late nights you put in, how thoroughly you prepped for cases, Jeonghan always seemed to glide in a hair's breadth ahead of you. Case won? Jeonghan had also just triumphed with an even bigger client. Article published? His had gone live the same day in a journal with more prestige.

It wasn't enough to be good. He always had to be better than you specifically, and he didn't even try to hide it. It's a game of chess that Jeonghan wins more often than not, much to your sheer annoyance.

"You look nervous," he drawls as one of the interns goes to set up the projector. His voice is low enough that only you hear.

"I'm not," you reply in a harsh whisper.

Jeonghan smirks, brushing imaginary lint off his sleeve. "Good. I'd hate for you to trip up before I get the chance to one-up you."

"Keep dreaming."

The partners call for the first presenter, and Jeonghan is on his feet in a single fluid motion. He glances down at you, a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

"Watch and learn," he murmurs before strolling to the front of the room.

You hate how good he looks up there. Hate how effortlessly he commands attention, his voice smooth and confident as he outlines his wins from the last quarter. He's all charisma and sharp angles, throwing in just enough technical jargon to prove he's more than a pretty face.

And the worst part? The partners eat it up.

When he finishes, the room breaks into polite applause. Jeonghan returns to his seat, pausing beside you. "Your turn," he says with mock encouragement.

You rise, spine straight, and walk to the front of the room. The folder in your hand feels heavier than it should, but you don't let it show. Your voice is steady as you present, every word precise, every statistic delivered with razor-sharp clarity. You see the partners nodding, their eyes fixed on you, and for a moment, it feels like victory is within reach.

Then you glance at Jeonghan.

He's watching you, his chin resting on his hand, a small, unreadable smile playing on his lips. It's distracting enough to make you stumble over your next sentence— not enough for anyone else to notice, but you know that he does. You know that he's going to give you grief over it, too.

When you finish, the partners offer their feedback, but their words blur together. You return to your seat, hyper-aware of Jeonghan beside you.

He leans closer, his cologne faint but maddeningly present. It's a scent you wouldn't expect on a man as cutthroat as Jeonghan: Something fresh and soothing, with notes of cedant and clementine. Who knew that your rival was into more floral fragrances?

"Tripped up a bit there," he teases lowly. "Losing your edge, darling?"

You don't dignify his taunt with a response. You keep your eyes fixed on the partners in front of you two, knowing that nothing would vex Jeonghan more than being ignored.

Sure enough, you can hear the derisive snort that he lets out when you don't even look his way. His chair squeaks as he leans back, leaving you alone for the time being. A corner of your lip twitches upward. Checkmate.

The meeting goes on without much fanfare. The partners promise results in a day or two, which typically means dole outs of the best clients and cases. The real reward, though, are the whispers.

The grumblings about who might be the next partner. Which associate— between Jeonghan and you— might someday ascend.

As people begin to file out of the war room, a couple of people go up to congratulate the two of you. It's a well-practiced charade, how both of you offer tight-lipped smiles and curt nods in response. It's a shark-infested field; you and Jeonghan know that no one can be trusted.

But then one of the partners— Atty. Sy, perhaps the most senior person in the room— ambles towards the two of you.

Your breath hitches in your throat. Jeonghan squares his shoulders.

Atty. Sy pauses. And then—

"Good," he says simply, his eyes trained on you.

It's just one word, barely praise, but it feels like a win handed on a silver platter. You fold into a bow, partly because it's the polite thing to do, and partly because you're trying to hide the shit-eating grin threatening to take over your face.

"Thank you, sir," you answer.

Atty. Sy doesn't say anything to Jeonghan. That's an entirely different win in itself, one that you revel in as you straighten back to your full height.

Jeonghan's expression is perfectly neutral, but you've worked with him for long enough to know the telltale signs of him fraying at the edges. The muscle jumping in his jaw. The murderous flare in his gaze. It's how he looks like when he's facing a particularly difficult client in court, when he's raring for a fight.

God, you wish you could take a picture. It would be so nice to frame this moment in time, to have a tangible reminder of how you one-upped the man, the myth, the legend when it truly mattered.

Jeonghan catches the hint of a smirk on your face.

"I'm not jealous," he says immediately, defensively.

You raise your eyebrows inquisitively. It's an almost innocent look, as if you're wordlessly communicating I haven't said anything.

Jeonghan barrels on, his nerves— for once— getting the better of him. "What? Me, jealous? Never!" he huffs, his hands shoving roughly into his slacks.

"Okay," you sing-song, turning on your heel.

"Yah, you—!"

You don't bother to see what else he has to say. You're already leaving the room, humming happily to yourself.

Jeonghan stays behind, his hands clenched into fists in his pockets; his teeth, grinding so hard that they might cause real damage if he isn't careful. Despite himself, his eyes stray just a couple of inches down your retreating back. To the way your hips sway as you leave, your pencil skirt riding up ever so slightly—

"Damn it," Jeonghan cusses, one hand running through his face in frustration.

Checkmate, indeed.

୨ৎ * GAME, SET, PLAY ! ( JEALOUSY ) DRABBLE GAME.

[pupsmailbox]

ZOMBIE ID PACK

NAMES︰ adrien. aj. altair. ambrosia. amy. angel. anomaly. antidote. arius. arrow. ash. asher. aspen. atticus. augusta. bane. banish. benny. bernadette. biter. blah. blood. bones. brain. brains. briar. brute. brutus. caden. canni. casper. chomp. ciaran. claud. claudia. clay. clementine. cobweb. coffin. corpse. corrose. cryptor. damion. deathesse. deb. decay. decompose. destroyed. doom. dredge. echo. ectoplasm. edward. elkridge. ellie. ember. everett. fang. flesh. fracture. frank. frankie. ghost. ghoul. ghoulia. gloome. grave. graves. grayson. griffin. grim. grimace. grimm. gutesse. gutz. havoc. hela. hex. horrell. horrelle. hunter. husk. jack. joel. john. junkyard. kade. kilian. klaus. labyrinth. lagoon. laverna. lee. lethe. liam. lilith. lily. lola. lurk. maggot. mangled. mara. marion. marionnette. medusse. mera. mira. mona. morella. morgan. morganna. morrigan. mortem. morticia. mortis. mortui. mourne. muerto. mura. muzzle. myra. myrtle. necro. necros. nekane. nick. nox. nyk. nyx. octavia. ominous. ophelia. organz. orpheus. osten. perish. perseus. plague. priscill. quille. rain. raine. rayne. red. rob. roman. rose. rosie. rot. rotten. rottie. saifu. sam. scar. scratch. sedna. shade. shadow. shamble. shaun. six. skull. slug. sour. taint. tank. theta. thorn. thorne. travis. trickie. tristan. undeadesse. valentine. vamp. vane. venom. vetus. vex. victor. violet. viro. virus. waila. wren. z. zack. zed. zeke. zob. zoe. zomb. zombz. zomi. zon.

PRONOUNS︰ axe/axe. beast/beast. bi/bite. bite/bite. bleed/bleed. bleugh/bleugh. blood/blood. bo/bone. bone/bone. br/brain. brain/brain. break/break. chain/chain. coff/coffin. coffin/coffin. con/contagiou. cor/corpse. corp/corp. corpse/corpse. corr/corrupt. corrode/corroded. craw/crawl. creepy/creepy. dark/dark. de/dead. dea/dead. death/dead. death/death. decay/decay. decay/decayed. di/dirt. die/dying. dir/dirt. dirt/dirty. eat/eat. empty/empty. end/end. fang/fang. fear/feared. fiend/fiend. fle/flesh. flesh/flesh. freak/freak. fu/fungi. ghou/ghoul. gloom/gloom. gore/gore. grave/grave. grim/grim. grim/grime. grr/growl. grue/gruesome. gun/gun. gut/gut. holy/holy. hu/hunger. hu/hunt. hx/hxm. hy/hym. inf/infect. infect/infected. it/it. ix/ix. ki/kill. kill/kill. li/lich. living/dead. mold/molded. monster/monster. monstrous/monstrosity. morbid/morbid. morg/morg. mortal/mortal. muck/muck. nec/necro. ni/night. pla/plague. prey/prey. rain/rain. reap/reaper. rib/rib. ro/rot. rot/rot. rot/rotten. scar/scar. shatter/shatter. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. skull/skull. slit/slit. spoil/spoil. spook/spook. teeth/tooth. ter/terror. thxy/thxm. thy/thy. thy/thym. to/toxic. un/dead. undead/undead. vir/viru. zo/zom. zom/zom. zomb/zomb. zomb/zombie. ⚠️. ⚰️. 🍖. 🎫. 👁. 👻. 💀. 🔍. 😱. 🥀. 🧟. 🧟‍♂️. 🧠. 🧪. 🩸. 🩹.

[mercutiosblog]

i saw thy request for cat names. i do hope these shalt be enough

marcie, keir, basil, pine, tina, cleo, cara, mae/maeve, imaan, opal, finn, arlo, kira, ezra, jesper, milo/millie, rylee/riley, august, theo, atlas, lilac, lyric, silas, royal, hazel, basil, clove/clover, honor/honour, asher, cyrus, soren, atticus, cronus, juno, luna, thalia, iris, ariadne, aura, calypso, seren, devi, eachna, gaia, ingrid, rosa, marigold, sol, xyla, raylee, patience, lottie, everley, darcy, ida, devyn, amethyst, camille, sterling, emi, sage, amiera, aurora, agnes, adore, atalanta, athena, juno, astrea, estelle, mila, ailith, alvara, aloisa, olympia, faith, hope, valarie, arden, azalea, hale, kit, oberon, shaw, elegance, clementine, evangeline, cordelia, ottilie, celeste, rix/ryx, alistair, Ignatius, hollow, cedar, jaiden/jayden/jaden, vex, nexus, cinder

wow! I thank thee for all the suggestions!!!! these are some wonderful names! 🫶 how didst thou find all these? art thou just good at coming up with names?

[qtubbo]

My cool house but it's the bunker bed rooms I made now

Midori + Squash's Room

Pip + Sebsinho's Room

Val + Gwen + Almos + Tron + Kia + Lim + Luvi + Cryptid + Bebe + Lyre + Angel + Vex + Alex's Room

Tonmy + Lilou + Chickadee's Room

Mara + Mika's Room

Mozzarella + Plume's Room

Snowball + Sunny + Clementine's Room

Perrito + Eva's Room

Aithne + Sweetpea's Room

Marzipan + Licorice's Room

Spore + Honey's Room

THE END!!! those were the cool rooms I made with mainly Sebs but also Kia and Vex :]

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[help-an-alter]

we have three alters who need help with their identities.

one is very cutesy, hyper femme egirl. she's been here for a little while. she wants things related to lovesick, gorey, and video game themes! she would like names, pronouns, and things she would enjoy.

the one is a bit confusing. they're not a human, they mimic humans. they don't talk often. they're very much connected to liminal horror. they want names and things to do. neutral names preferably.

the last one is connected to the umbrella academy. they're sourced specifically off of klaus and five. they want neutral or feminine names related to mystery, tarot, spirits, and time travel. they also want things to do, comforts, and pronouns.

Hello! I did my best with this one, and I hope it can help! However, I highly recommend googling the trigger warnings for the enjoyment recommendations. Particularly with the first alter, many of the things listed are either quite heavy, gorey, or just generally has potentially triggering content. Be safe and have a good day! :]

1

NAMES: love, aimee, cerise, cherry, cordelia, vevina, esme, carina, adora, amorette/amoretta, avila, carwen, amara/amora, cher, venus, kaira, evie, maisie, lottie, lacey, mimi, rose/rosie, rosanna, winnie, minnie, treasure, admire/admira, willow, veil, annette, ameri, aerith, mercy, mei, sora, techna, mochi, bunny, blossom, evangeline, eleanor, clementine, vivienne, juliet/juliette, nadine, arachne, ariadne, circe, calliope, ambrosine, narcissa, melancholia, grimoire, bite, minerva, miriam, mana, mania, crave, desire, passion, wrath, ophelia

PRONOUNS: ei/eir/eirself, love/loves/loveself, love/sick/lovesickself, heart/hearts/heartself, gut/guts/gutself, rot/rots/rotself, blood/bloods/bloodself, sla/slash/slashself, exe/exe/exeself, vi/vir/virself, vae/vaer/vaerself, do/dove/doveself, ro/roes/roeself, ro/tic/romanticself, cu/pid/cupidself, er/eros/eroself (alt. eris), cru/crush/crushself, stab/stabs/stabself, yan/dere/yandereself (can be done with any archetype), rip/rips/ripself, fle/flesh/fleshself, joy/stick/joystickself, ga/me/gameself (alt. gaming), gli/glitch/glitchself, vid/video/videoself, cli/click/clickself, pix/el/pixelself

THINGS TO ENJOY: doki doki literature club, yandere anime’s (mirai nikki/future diary, happy sugar life, etc), classic horror movies, just cutesy but darker anime’s in general (when they cry, made in abyss, higurashi no naku koro ni, etc), omori, one shot, yume nikki, irisu syndrome, you me and her: a love story (steams version has tons of removed content, but there are sites that provide the full game), katawa shoujo, danganronpa, pony island, school-live, fate/stay night, muv luv (the first is relatively normal, the second is where it gets interesting)

2

NAMES: scratch, scream, ghost, hyde, corner, ephemeral, mystic(al), surreal, dream, evanescent, kaleido/kaleidoscopic, cthonic, cthulhu, hypno(tic), eerie, vapor, vaporwave, anomic, dim, nocturne, null, veld, nim/nym, nox, quill, carbon, vale/veil, peregrine, sal, maris, lux, poet, cove, vesper, rook, elixer, glow, soul/sol, naren, endelian, viridian, aether, zenith, shrike, heath, crypt, hex, styx, dread, vex, howl, fable, hale, shade, vaughn

THINGS TO ENJOY: lots of roblox games (evade, doors, 3008, apeirophobia, etc), studying the backrooms, looking into architecture related to older buildings, found footage, lost media, the movie don’t worry darling, the movie skinamarink, short films on youtube, learning about folklore, exploring google maps, weirdcore tiktoks, weirdcore games, superliminal, mirrors edge, scp, stanley parable

3

NAMES: leto, haze, enigma, veil, rune/runa, mystique, wulfrun, calypso, calliope, raven, aradia, blair, sloane, genesis, maze, mazikeen, lilith, medea, elspeth, tamsin, lydia, shiloh, tatiana, lucina, anima, banshee, sybil, cerelia, neander, signe, evening, millennium, lustrum/lustram, sunday, mist(y), gloom, seraph, sera, shade, gargoyle, loom, moon, paige (page of ___), ace, empress

PRONOUNS: tar/aro/tarotself, arc/ana/arcanaself, maj/major/majorself, my/ster/mysteryself, haunt/haunts/hauntself, spi/rit/spiritself, ti/ime/timeself, clo/clocks/clockself, er/era/eraself, dec/ade/decadeself, year/years/yearself, hour/glass/hourglasself, ma/gic/magicself, mana/manas/manaself, gho/ghost/ghostself, sand/sands/sandself, thon/thons/thonself, card/cards/cardself, div/divs/divinityself (alt. divineself, divself), coin/coins/coinself, cup/cups/cupself, wand/wands/wandself, pent/acle/pentacleself, sword/swords/swordself, tar/taro/tarotself, ture/future/futureself, pas/past/pastself, ca/calen/calenderself, cen/centuryself, ve/ven/venself, a/ages/ageself, eni/enis/enigmaself, cry/crypt/cryself (alt. cryptic)

THINGS TO ENJOY / BRING COMFORT: practice several forms of divination (tarot, runes, bone throwing, even playlists can be divination, etc), look into witchcraft and/or paganism, watch time travel related media, explore a graveyard, respectfully clean gravestones, leave offerings to your ancestors (i recommend doing research into this first), create a way to show your identity (ie. bracelet, necklace, etc), cleanse yourself/your home, read mystery novels

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[apparentlyshane]

The ApparentlyShane blorbo list, Stolen from inspired by @encountersltd, because why the hell not? Listed in alphabetical order (by media, lol) (Charactrs with a * next to them are my current favorites)

I may or may not add to this in the future.

Madeline (Celeste) Jevil (Deltarune) Kris * (Deltarune) Susie * (Deltarune) Queen (Deltarune) Jester (Dicey Dungeons) Theif (Dicey Dungeons) Piedmon (Digimon Adventure) Alva (Eastward) Isabel (Eastward) Elwurd (Hiveswap) Karkat (Homestuck) Sackboy (LittleBigPlanet) Mickey Mouse (Mickey Mouse, 1990s era/Mickey Mouse Shorts) Jez * (Modnation Racers) Tag * (Modnation Racers) [honestly like half the characters in Modnation Racers, lol] Bea Santello (Night in the woods) Mae Borowski (Night in the woods) Oogie Boogie (Nightmare before Christmas) Elan (Order of the Stick) Haley Starshine (Order of the Stick) Goombella (Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door) Vex * (Sackboy: A Big adventure) Mochi Miles (Slime Rancher) Clementine (Stray) Momo (Stray) tbh creature (tbh creature) Iota/Atoi (Tearaway) Eve (Wall·E) Wall·E (Wall·E) Kiwi * (Wandersong) Audrey * (Wandersong) Miriam * (Wandersong)

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

What are the sibling dynamics for you and Cad's kids? Are any of them closer with certain siblings than the others?

Colette ends up being the traditional oldest daughter even though we try not to put her in that position. She took on that responsibility herself, mainly protecting her younger brother Caleb who’s always gets into fights and trouble

Clementine is the youngest and the troublemaker, very mischievous. She loves to prank her siblings, messing with them and causing chaos. Caduceus can never really punish her when she’s little because she’s his baby girl

And the twins Clifton and Cassandra are very close. They’re attached at the hip, think almost Vex and Vax. They’re often found together, and they like each other’s company

[demonica-31]

Hey guys, I need a little bit of help. I’m doing a Halloween themed game on ClanGen, but I’m having trouble figuring out how to name my characters. The only names I’ve been able to come up with are

Pumpkin

Were/Wolf

Chocolate/Cocoa

Bony/e

Skeleton

Skull

Witch

Zombie

Dead

Franken

Undead

Gourd

Spider

Corpse

Mummy

Eerie

Creepy

Crypt

Fear

Web

Troll

Hob/Goblin

Blood/y

Corn

Sugar

Sweet

Sour

Spirit

Ghost

Ghoul

Wraith

Fright

Stitch

Rat

Needle

Beetle

Glow

Lantern

Grave

Tomb

Freaky

Sliver

Grim

Phantom

Tarantula

Eldritch

Maggot

Vampire

Bat

Midnight

Fairy

Sprite

Vulture

Mushroom

Worm

Wither(ing)

Wilt(ed)/(ing)

Demon

Slime(y)

Dead

Cinnamon

Caramel

Coconut

Wisp

Rot(ten/ting)

Coffin

Howl/ing

Scream(ing)

Gore

Casket

Fungus

Taffy

Buried

Banshee

Beast

Bean

Monster

Nougat

Peanut

Sprinkle

Syrup

Ooze

Gooey

Cream/y

Knife

Cleaver

Slash

Doll(y)

Frosting

Icing

Glaze

Cookie

Cake

Poison

Cider

Shark

Metal

Mold/y

Nightmare

Hiss/ing

Severe/d

Cadaver

Devil

Ro/bot

Carcass

Lollipop

Licorice

Gummy

Jelly/bean

Marshmallow

S’more

Frog

Pie

Walker

Brownie

Fudge

Sharp

Razor

Buried

Chip

Bitter

Cyborg

Cyber

Digital

Pixel

Pixie

Blade

Toadstool

Snake

Cobra

Glitch

Spine

Chill(ed/ing)

Coffee

Espresso

Tick

Leech

Sting

Serpent

Cauldron

Iron

Potion

Pudding

Vanilla

Flour

Piranha

Boar

Pig

Leather

Orca

Anaconda (don’t want none)

Gorilla

Alligator

Crocodile

Turkey

Citrus

Lemon

Lime

Unicorn

Dagger

Clown

Jester

Void

Leprechaun

Orc

Torn

Shattered

Tea

Butter

Butterfly

Diamond

Gem

Alien

Mocha

Banana

Mermaid

Siren

Angel

Soda

Popcorn

Voodoo

Rattle(d/ing)

Dragon

Scale(d)/Scaly

Blueberry

Raspberry

Mango

Strawberry

Grinning

Dancing

Latte

Spice/y

Cozy

Tar

Acid

Melt(ed/ing)

Autumn

Cheesecake

Twilight

Grape

Shard

Crisp(y)

Still

Rabid

Bitter

Twisted

Bullet

Charcoal

Feral

Griffin

Nymph

Melon

Crimson

Plum

Salt(y)

Ring

Somber

Hyena

Decay(ed/ing)

Whiskey

Margarita

Cocktail (that's a whole entire name right there!)

Beer

Pirate

Glitter

Moon

Powder

Heathen

Garlic

Firework

Trick

Treat

Widow

Eclipse

Butterscotch

Gargoyle

Honeydew (another full name!)

Pomegranate

Malt

Milk

Tangerine

Kiwi

Apricot

Blackberry

Cranberry

Fig

Papaya

Pineapple

Raisin

Eclair

Drowned/ing

Viper

Wicked

Glass

Gem

Jewel

Thrash(ed/ing)

Venom

Almond

Cashew

Pistachio

Walnut

Fruit(y)

Bomb

Cherry

Chamomile

Volt

Jolt

Punk

Goth

Emo

Grunge

Hex

Vex

Snap

Macabre

Crazy

Insane

Muffin

Chain/Saw

Hammer

Hook

Machete

Axe

Slice

Loon

Lunar

Phoenix

Nail

Balloon

Fizz/y

Foam/y

Froth/y

Spook/y

Flesh

Haunt(ed/ing)

Poltergeist

Apparition

Soul

Scare/crow (Another full name!)

Cold

Elf

Ogre (someBODY-)

Frenzy

Mirage

Spunk

Darkling

Minotaur

Basilisk

Chanterelle (it's type of mushroom)

Clementine

Nectarine

Orange

Wizard

Broom

Mystery

Yeti

Cryptid

Wendigo

Behemoth

Kelpie

Goat

Amarok (it's a type of wolf)

Pegasus

Truffle

Saffron

Croissant

Strudel

Pepper/mint

Paint/ed

Imp

Bug/gy

Wax

Peach

Ribbon

Gumball

Squash

Tin

Bonbon

Sheep

Harpy

Avocado

Flamingo

Pinata

Confetti

Dino/saur

Toast

Button

Rainbow

Cosmic

Volcano

Squid

Toxic

Rust/y

Lava

Magma

Tornado

Hurricane

Cotton

Silk

But here’s the thing. I’m running out of ideas! Can you guys help me come up with more names?

[a-moth-in-a-vex-costume]

I appreciate him liking moths.

Clementine, the Emperor Moth.

[julescarstairs]

If Aught but Death: Chapter 1

(An AU to the Dark Artifices)

The Shadow Market wasn’t as busy as Julian recalled it to be; though, he supposed, nobody would yet be brave enough to come visit the market after the display in Idris only days ago. Perhaps Downworlders didn’t yet feel safe, were making themselves scarce so the Cohort couldn’t come for them. If Julian were in their shoes, he certainly wouldn’t have been trading like normal after such a colossal loss. So, sure: maybe it wasn’t as busy as it should have been. Maybe that was Julian’s fault. Maybe he’d feel guilty later. But right now he felt it was an advantage. Less clients meant stall owners might be more desperate for exchange.

And desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Bold of you to step foot in here after the shitshow in Idris, nephilim,” said a werewolf clerk selling charms that protected against silver. She spat the word at him like it would hurt, and Julian’s lack of reaction to her bitterness seemed to throw her off. She sank back on her stool, stared at him for a moment. Julian stated right back at her. What was she going to do— attack him? He wasn’t armed. Whatever loose rules bound the salespeople Shadow Market, he was certain that one of them was to not attack potential customers without good reason. Even if they were Nephilim. “Jesus Christ, you look a mess, boy. Is all that misery of failure eating you up inside?”

“I never promised victory,” Julian said calmly, but didn’t deny that he probably did, in fact, look below average. He felt like a mess. “Resistances aren’t always successful. We all lost something in that failure. Myself included. This isn’t my fault—”

“Of course,” the clerk threw her hands up. “You lost a friend—“ it was the understatement of the year, but Julian didn’t have it in him to argue that without opening the wound he had only just covered up. “I’ve lost my whole business! Faeries, werewolves, vamps and warlocks alike are cowering because of your stupid idea to resist your own damn government! But, sure, we’ve all lost something in the wake of defeat. I’m sure you’re also going to be persecuted like the rest of us once the Cohort gains momentum again, aren’t you?” The amount of sarcasm in this woman’s voice would have even given the sharpest Herondale a run for their money.

“Probably,” Julian agreed, which seemed to tip off the clerk more.

“Ohh, you’re asking for it, boy,” She leant over the stand, pointing at the table with an air of entitlement, “How dare you—”

“Clementine, enough.”

Julian turned to see Hypatia Vex hurrying towards them, arms swinging at her sides with an air of purpose. Her bronze hair was tied into a ponytail snugly behind her head, which swung back and forth with every determined step she took. Though her expression was smooth and stone-faced, there was a look in her starry eyes that made him hopeful that she wasn’t about to turn him away. “Hypatia,” Julian said. “You’re looking well.”

“If only I could say the same about you,” Hypatia reached out and pressed a hand to the small of his back, pushing him along, away from Clementine. She shot the werewolf a withering look. “Miss Prophe, if I catch you intimidating another potential customer again, I will personally see you banned from the Los Angeles and London Shadow Markets. Given your supposed lack of customers, I’m surprised you didn’t know better than to take your anger out on one.”

Hypatia walked with Julian for quite some distance, and didn’t talk until Clementine’s spluttering protest was out of earshot. Then she turned and touched his cheek, a maternal gesture that took him by surprise. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” she said softly to him, “Mortality is so fickle, and even more so for you Shadowhunters. But that doesn’t make the loss of those closest to you any easier to deal with. I could tell that girl meant a lot to you.”

“Thanks,” was all Julian said in response. Word travelled fast in the Shadow World, it seemed.

Taken aback by his dismissal, Hypatia leant back, blinking. She seemed to be trying to read his expression for some sort of emotion. Julian was certain she wouldn’t be disappointed in his findings. He felt cold and despairing right to his very bones. It would surprise even him if that didn’t show on his face or in his eyes. “Right,” Hypatia sighed, seeming contented with whatever she got out of his expression. She pat his cheek once more before stepping back, “So, what can I do you for? I’m guessing you’re not here for a friendly visit at this hour?”

The question made Julian’s stomach rock with unease. Can I trust her? The question rebounded inside his mind the way his voice would echo, loud and high pitched, inside the caves he and Emma explored as kids. Part of him wanted to, seeing as she spared him any further confrontation with Clementine Prophe, had expressed condolences at the loss of his Parabatai and the love of his life. But the other part of him recalled what she had actually said to Clementine upon ushering him away. Given your supposed lack of customers, I’m surprised you didn’t know better than to take your anger out on one.

How could he be certain that Hypatia was truly sympathising for him, and wasn’t using that to make financial gains from him? Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.

Deciding his approach, Julian said, “I’m having trouble sleeping. I was hoping someone here had something that would help.”

“Hm,” Hypatia turned on her heel, the stiletto digging into the compacted dirt beneath her. “Understandable. Right this way. I know a few stalls up ahead that sell plenty of fine sleep remedies.”

And they set off again, up and around the corner into a square littered with stalls. Some were full and operating, business as usual, while others were sparse and untouched. Julian looked around himself; this was where he had been the time he had come with Kit. He turned and looked over his shoulder, saw the old stall which had previously been advertising the Lottery, the Guardian and its Followers.

The memory of dancing with Emma rose up in his mind, a sharp slap whose pain he welcomed. It had pained him to be so close to her, to murmur into the space between them, but not be able to have her in the way that he did in his dreams. It pained him to think that at that time, the feelings he felt were his alone — that Emma did not feel the same. But it was still just as glorious. Having Emma all to himself, in a ballroom full of people. Feeling like royalty.

It felt so far away right then and there.

Julian noticed there was a little card holder on the bench of the stall, newer than any of its surroundings. He couldn’t make out the features of the card, the text on it; he would need to get closer for that. But wouldn’t it look suspicious? Walking up to a condemned stall which no one had even bothered to clean up?

Don’t. He told himself. It’s not worth your time.

But what if—

“It’s about as busy as a ghost town,” Hypatia had come to a stop in front of him, and was gesturing bitterly at the scene in front of her. “Don’t worry, Julian. This isn’t your fault. It’ll be business as usual in no time.” She pat his shoulder, winking at him, “Stay right here. I’ll go ask about for some remedies. I’ll bring them back to you, and you’ve just got to hand me over the money.”

Julian had only as much time to give a terse nod before Hypatia Vex disappeared into the eye of the Shadow Market. He watched her go until she was gone, then turned around and approached the old stall. He picked up a card and turned it in his hands. It was blue and white with silver edges. They were sharp, he noticed, as he ran a finger along its edge. It could be used as a weapon. He turned it in his fingers again, reading the blue, shimmering font typed out across its front. There was only one word, centred, on the card.

“DESIDERATING?”

What?

There had to be more to it than that. It was a deceptively useless business card, Julian thought: no name, no address, no point of contact. Just a word that one might only use in a game of scrabble. Desiderating?

He recalled the ticket to the Lottery that he and Emma had discovered at Wells’ house, how they had to mark it with a stele to reveal the whole message on the golden card. Julian briefly looked around himself before sliding his stele out of his pocket. He etched a rune into the bottom corner of the card, small and artful, and in a matter of seconds the small card began to glow from within. It grew warm in his fingers. The letters of the word rearranged themselves, and others appeared in curling, smaller font beneath it. A name, a phone number, an address. A call to action.. It was like watching a piece of art create itself. He slid his stele read the card once all the words had been formed.

“Thinking about RAISING THE DEAD? Contact Eris Flake, professional Necromancer, for all your death-defying needs. No lock in contract. No judgement. No laws broken. Your perfectly legal necromancy institution.”

It was like a blessing in disguise. Julian’s heart was in his throat. He peered down at the phone number stamped in the bottom corner, at the address stamped beneath it.

“Las Vegas?” Julian muttered to himself. The address itself was oddly vague, he thought. Only the city and state were mentioned. He stroked his thumb across the card, committing its texture to memory, convincing himself this was real. Nevada was only one state over, he supposed. If travelling to Las Vegas a few times was all he had to do to bring Emma back, he would. It was much less than he had been prepared to do, after all. The only issue would be how he would get away from home long enough without his siblings growing suspicious. They had all been hovering around him like hawks since Emma’s passing, as if they were afraid he would do something to himself.

Don’t get ahead of yourself. Julian slid the card into his pocket as he heard Hypatia’s heels approaching quickly behind him. You don’t know if she’ll actually help you yet. It could be a scam.

But it was so hard not to get ahead of himself when the solution to all of his problems had been so perfectly laid out in front of him. All the more reason not to trust it, Julian supposed. He should have known better than to have hope.

“Good, good. You didn’t make tracks on me,” Hypatia smiled keenly, and handed Julian a tote bag full of miscellaneous remedies. “A few Faeries gave me some powders and teas that help with sleep. I also got a candle which emits an aroma that soothes the mind and helps with nightmares. And one of those eye mask things, courtesy of myself. Sometimes pressure on the eyes is soothing.” She seemed proud of herself, held out a hand demandingly, “I’ve done my part. Now pay me for my service.”

“Name your price,” Julian said, peering down into the bag. It smelt strongly of lavender and apricot, dizzyingly strong. He guessed that if he used more than one of these at the same time he wouldn’t wake up for a month. Minimum.

“Three hundred.”

“Three hundred?” It wasn’t that he didn’t have the money to pay — he simply didn’t believe the goods were worth one hundred dollars let alone three. He could have bought the same herbal remedies from an incense shop in central L.A.

“Three hundred,” Hypatia confirmed, and Julian obediently placed the money into her palm. Her elongated fingers curled around the stack of money, and she grinned. “Thank you, dear. Now, you go off and get a good night’s rest.”

***

Julian sat in the car, parked in the parking lot outside Canter’s. It was the same car park in which only weeks ago Emma had saved his life. The sun was beginning to turn the sky from a midnight blue to a delicate peach colour as it rose over the horizon. He couldn’t see it past the buildings around him, but he knew it was coming. He looked down at the business card in his hand. It hadn’t changed since he left the market. The phone number was still stamped in the corner, beckoning for him to call it. He tipped his head back against the headrest, drawing in a shaky breath. Stop it, he told himself. Stop overthinking it.

But what if he wasn’t overthinking? What if it was all a set up? What if it was the Cohort’s doing? The Clave’s? Maybe they had set up tabs to try and catch him out. To catch others out. To put a stop to the dark magic that had put their society in this mess in the first place.

It couldn’t be. The Clave was still trying to reconstruct itself, the Cohort was doing the same. This was his one shot to fix everything. To be whole again. Stop stalling.

He dialled the number into his phone, lifted it to his ear. It rang out once, twice, three times, and Julian could feel the onset of a wave of despair coming when suddenly the phone picked up.

“Desiderating?” Came a voice, low, on the other end of the line.

“Yes,” Julian nodded his head, once. “Who am I talking to?”

“Eris Flake.” Yes. Relief flooded his system like water bursting through a dam. He tried not to give any indicator of the tense excitement coursing through him, even held his breath so she couldn’t hear its shaking. “Professional Necromancer and Dark Magic Dealer. I’m guessing you’re in need of one of those two things, otherwise you wouldn’t have picked up my business card, decoded it, or dialled my number.” A pause, then. “So tell me, who am I dealing with?”

No going back now. “My name is Julian Blackthorn, and I—I need your help. I’m desperate.”

[asixteenthrosecc]

Every hair I mentioned in my new video, linked here (because the description was too long for youtube), Enjoy!

1. Greta Hair  2.Hayley Hair 3. Lefinia Hair 4, Luisa Hair 5. Thelma Hair 6. Cassie Pigtails 7. Shelley Hair 8. Luna Hair 9. Veronica Hair 10. Fleur Hair 11. Claire Hair 12. Ivy Hair 13. Eva Hair 14. Joseph Hair 15. bmh hair 16. Harper Hair  17. Lily Hair 18. Beth Hair 19. Valerie Hair 20.Delancey Hair 21. Sharon Hair 22. Raibyn Hair 23. Eilae

24. Evque

25. Batrice Braids 26. Monet Hair 27. Audrey Hair 28. Mia Hair 29. Anara hair 30. Zenais Hair 31. Chloe Hair 32. Lila Hair 33. Nelly Hair 34. Vega Hair 35. Bulak Hair 36. Yasmin Hair 37. June Hair 38. Eva hair + flower crown set 39. Miranda Hair 40. Clementine Hair 41. Janette Hair 42. Anne Hair 43. Tyra Hair 44. Megan Hair 45. Dahlia Hair 46. Cassandra Hair 47. Angeline Hair 48. azalea hair 49. Melissa Hair 50. Raven Hair 51. Rosa Hair 52. Bessie Hair 53. Skye Hair 54. Juilette Hair 55. Rory Hair 56. Vexed Hair 57. Lily Hair 58. Maple Hair 59. Cheila hair 60. Sandy Hair 61. Willow Hair 62. Meltie Hair 63. Hayley Braids 64. Cassandra Hair

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[nerdasaurus1200]

I can't remember if I ever posted this here but here's Caine's entire pirate crew that Cass ends up joining in my version of a Cass spinoff

Lady Caine

Cassandra

Brock Thunderstrike

Stalyan

Ginny

Captain Quaid

Vex

Dale

Andrew

Clementine

Kai

Juniper

Maisie

Pocket

Otter

Grifol

Bastion Thorson

Franz Schmidt

Mumps

Leftie

Dwayne

Moby Dick (but not really cause they kidnap him sometimes)

Fidella

Owl

Axel

[bestworstcase]

do you have sexualities for every one? even if they’re not apart of the main cast, or just for a few characters?

not like. everyone everyone but if they’re important enough to have more than a couple scenes then i tend to have like. an inkling kdhfdjzjk uh

(before diving in i want to clarify that when i say “ace” i here mean specifically asexual-as-a-sexuality, ie “aroace”, rather than asexual-as-a-statement-of-sexual-preference, a la “gay ace” - i don’t spend much if any time dwelling on the particulars of how a character feels about sex or wanting sex or having sex 👍)

(also these are sort of rough out of universe labels rather than how the characters themselves would identify or describe themselves, like trans/nb/cis terminology is not how the characters understand gender this is just kinda. *waves hands vaguely* how i think of them.)

(and also a lot of this is like. headcanon that may or may not come up in the story itself ksjfjfks so def don’t take this as a list of Traits That Will Be For Sure Be Textually Confirmed)

ANYWAY.

core cast!

cass - trans lesbian obv. butch

rapunzel - bi, nominally cis? i think of her as someone who has this vague diffuse discomfort with womanhood that she would probably wrestle with a lot more if she hadn’t been trained her whole life to ignore her discomforts, and i can conceive of her in her thirties having a long period of questioning and introspecting before ultimately settling on: ?

moira - cis lesbian

varian - cis, bi, the older he gets the more gnc he becomes,

eugene - cis bi

lance - cis bi

zhan tiri - lesbian and, insofar as she grasps what gender is, nb

coronans(+ adjacent)!

arianna - cis bi

frederic - cis het

gilbert - 😐

ludolf - cis ace

sir peter - cis gay but he is so so so closeted

willow - nb lesbian. femme

abraham - cis het

xavier - cis bi

feldspar - cis gay

nigel - cis het but i think he’s in kind of a similar boat to rapunzel? where if he hadn’t grown up in such a rigid environment he would probably fall somewhere in the nb zone

crowley - cis lesbian

friedborg - cis het

miriam (varian’s mom) - cis het

zampermin crew!

pocket - trans het

sitheach - nb + exclusively into men

mael - cis het

renard - cis gay

sobēl - nb ace

[sidebar the saporian third gender category, źanghē, is inclusive such that you can be both that and another gender simultaneously - i think sobēl does also use the neuter pronoun źa but only in certain contexts & with certain people - her default is za/she which is why she’s referred to that way in the story.]

helcha - cis bi

otter - trans gay

tirian - cis bi

elis - cis ace

separatists!

andrew - cis gay

juniper - cis lesbian

clementine - trans bi

kai - nb bi

other saporians!

lada caine - cis het

neasa caine - cis bi

sahane mosel - trans lesbian

sirin - nb lesbian

maíne - cis bi

cornaīn - cis het

tathēdora - trans bi

others!

stalyan - cis lesbian, eugene was a comphet thing

quaid - cis gay

vex - she is Figuring It Out

catalina - trans girl obv. liking people is not even close to being on her radar yet

kiera - cis, also, the babiest baby lesbian

rosalia - nb lesbian

ornella - cis bi

quirin - trans het

adira - trans lesbian

hector - nb ace

[sidebar: there is a. high correlation between being trans and joining the brotherhood because It’s Free Transition Magic]

edmund - cis bi

liora - cis het

donella - cis lesbian. butch

nuru - cis lesbian

yong - trans gay

ulla - trans het

locusta (she is a surprise! for! later!) - trans bi

scions!

dione - nb bi

sorchā - trans lesbian, monsterfucker,

tanith - trans ace

źatīr - nb + exclusively into women

idris - cis gay

hyacinthe - cis bi

alizarin - nb ace

amaranta - nb lesbian

tromus - trans gay

sugracha - nb lesbian

calanthe - cis bi

[apenitentialprayer]

Wives of the Watchers: Textual Variation in Enoch 19

After Enoch has been shown extraordinary sites (1 Enoch 17-18), he learns from the angel Uriel that one of the places will serve to detain the angels who mated with women. As if the forbidden union was not problematic enough in terms of the cosmic order, Uriel reveals that the spirits of the fallen angels will lead humankind astray so that they will sacrifice to demons. Though the fallen watchers appear to be subject to some sort of physical containment and punishment (see 1 En. 10:4-6, 12-14; 18:9-12; cf. 21:7-10), their spirits are allowed to afflict humanity until the day of great judgment by leading people into acts of idolatry (19:1). Uriel then communicates to Enoch information about the women who partnered with the angels. According to the Greek tradition Panopolitanus [fourth of fifth century, Egypt], Uriel reveals that the wives of the angels who transgressed will become sirens. Panopolitanus 19:2 reads: καἱ αἰ γυναῐκεϛ αὐτων των παραβάντων ἀγγέλων εἰς σειρῆνας γενήσονται (“and the wives of the angels who transgressed will become sirens”). Ethiopic manuscripts preserve another reading: the wives of the angels will become peaceful (wa-’anestiyāhomu-ni ’asḥiton malā’ekta kama salāmāweyāt yekwwenā, “And their wives, those whom the angels led astray, will become as peaceful.”) Let us consider first the reading offered by the Greek text and how “sirens” would fit in the narrative context. Panopolitanus envisions the wives becoming sirens, an appelation that suggests to the modern ear “temptress,” or a woman who entices. From the perspective of the narrative, though, seduction or acts of fornication have already occurred between the angels and women. Moreover, the text makes it clear the women who associated with the angels will become sirens, employing γενήσονται, a verb in the future tense. The focus remains, therefore, on the pending status prescribed for the wives, suggesting that further examination of the connotation of “siren” in 1 En. 19:2, as well as in antiquity, is in order. Literary and archaeological sources from antiquity provide a rather incomplete portrait of the siren. Homer presents sirens as creatures that lure sailors to their death with captivating song. In this respect, one might think them seductresses of a sort who enticed and ensnared by means of music. These femmes fatales were frequently depicted as creatures with the heads and busts of women attached to the bodies of birds. The earliest extant literature describes them in groups of three or four and assigns them particular names. Sirens appear in later works, however, in a more indiscriminant manner, were they are associated with mourning and with the singing of dirges for the dead; Euripides, for example, has Helen call upon the sirens to assist her in bereavement. As companions to Persphone, sirens also had a connection to the netherworld (Ovid, Metam. 5.551). Sirens may, in fact, come to symbolize the souls of the dead since they were depicted in popular funerary status of ancient Greece. Which image of th siren deos the translator of Panopolitanus, a hellenized Jew, have in mind? Are the women who mate with the angels supposed to evoke the frightening creatures that seduce, entrap, or otherwise plague humankind, like the sirens of The Odyssey? Or are the women to become symbols of mourning like the funerary statues, eternnally sorrowful for their participation in this illicit union? In fact, the narrative context of 1 En. 19:2 seemingly would lend itself to both images: sirens as deadly seductresses and as mourners. As for the former option (sirens as dangerous seductresses), one recalls that in the context of the narrative, the archangel Uriel has shared with Enoch the manner in which the fallen angels will be punished; he has also just explained to the seer that the spirits of the watchers will continue to trouble humankind until the day of judgment by enticing people to commit idolatry. The statement concerning the fate of the angels’ wives follows. The implication of the text could be that just as the watchers continue to vex humankind, so too could their wives in the guise of sirens. How exactly the sirens would still participate among the living -would they entice mortals to fornicate?- is not clear. Curiously, we do not read further of the wives as sirens in Jewish and Christian literature. The notion that the spirits of the angels lead people to sacrifice to demons -who are, in fact, the offspring of the angels- becomes a rather common trope, in contradistinction, recurring in literature ranging from the Dead Sea Scrolls to the Pseudo-Clementine Homilies. One might expect in contexts that discuss the watchers’ sins, their punishmnt, and how they (or their offspring) continue to play a role in the affairs of the world, that the wives, if they too plague humankind, would be mentioned. Perhaps the author of 1 En. 19:2 had in mind, then, the other image of the siren, one equally familiar to ancient audiences: the siren as singer of dirges, a mourner, or one associated with death. Since Enoch and the reader have just been made privy to the place of punishment for the watchers, in this interpretation of 1 En. 19:2 one learns as well of the unfortunate outcome for their wives. The women are to become symbols of mourning and will henceforth be associated with the realm of the dead. This interpretation accords well with a second possible use of “siren” in the Enochic corpus. In the Etiopic 1 En. 96:2, we read that on the day of tribulation the rigteous will ascend like eagles, whereas the sinners will sigh and weep like sirens. Although this image of sirens appears more plausible, either image -creatures associated wit seductive song or mourning and death- reflects an essentially negative view of the fates of the wives. The Ge'ez of 1 En. 19:2 preserves a very different understanding of what becomes of the angels’ wives. In this case the women are said to become peaceful. This interpretation offers a more positive outcome for the women, one intimating the women’s blamelessness in the union and perhaps even their victimization at the hands of the angels. The text would be suggesting, then, that after their involvement with the watchers, the aggrieved women finally acquire some repose. The strength of this particular interpretation is that other passages in 1 Enoch seem to exculpate the women. James VanderKam observes, in fact, that the author of 1 Enoch 6 accents the lustful nature of the angels and makes clear that the guilt of the sinful union lies with the angels alone and not the women.

- Kelley Coblentz Bautch (What Becomes of the Angels' Wives? A Critical Study of 1 Enoch 19:2). Reformated slightly so not as to be a wall of text.