#dih.event 004

[pniik]

#DIH.TASK ─ TASK IV. ❛❛ NIGHTMARES ❜❜ !!

it’s dark here. a kind of dark that doesn’t require sight but sense to understand. the floor is flimsy and creaks, and the air is cold and stagnant in a way that would ward off even the most curious souls. holy oil set alight surrounds them, and the leather straps keep their wrists pressed against splintered wood. what they demand is not in their power to give. what they can provide, they don’t deserve. they won’t accept this. they’re not a violent breed, but with each word, each cut, an electrical surge. faces familiar take turns before there is a light. like a film reel set on fire, the scene around them catches and melts, and the remaining pieces of plastic and silver float down into a black liquid substance swallowing their feet. she is there, too, with a tangled mess of burning tape in her hands ─── it zaps and crackles, but she doesn’t flinch, even as it begins to melt her skin.

WHAT IS THEIR NIGHTMARE ?

to bring harm to/cause pain unless absolutely necessary. pik is a pacifist. countless orders they’d carried out throughout their existence that’d suggest otherwise have and will continue to haunt them, but of these orders, in which they were appointed to slaughter in the name of their father are of the most tender. there wasn’t anything they wouldn’t do for god, but this is what ultimately led the devoted to disobey the first time, and they paid dearly for it in the form of being torn from earth and cosimo ( @violentdesires ) and caged in heaven for millennia. since their return to earth as a defective whitelighter and then, invasively, a seraph, apart from their time with pyrend and defending faerie as it was under fire, they hadn’t hurt a soul until they were tricked and tortured by a group of angels for information, and after having exhausted every avenue, saw no other alternative to reclaiming their freedom. this choice weighted them and made them unstable in every sense of the word as halloween approached ─── on which astra ( @likestvrlight ) was caught in the crossfire when her touch triggered a chunk of those memories to transfer onto her. that they afflicted her with their pain has reanimated their nightmare, worse so as the act has alleviated them of it.

IS THERE MORE THAN ONE ?

two others that stand out: incarceration and loneliness. all that time in their cage is to blame. after a while, one must regress into the recesses of one’s mind to keep from going insane, and during that time, pik uncovered their own cope-topia. being confined to one spot for any given period still horrifies them, and the lack of socialization while stored away in heaven prompts them to continually seek out the company of others as they can. this assists in their what others might deem maddeningly clingy nature ─── which the recluse darcy ( @hlcynsouls ) had the misfortune of undergoing before their ascension and what their current roommate, ms. plantar, weathers everyday. thus far, these two nightmares have been far tamer than the former, but they’ve been having bouts with each, particularly loneliness as they tend to internally seek out incarceration as a form of self-punishment, since the party.

HOW IS IT AFFECTING THEM, IF AT ALL ?

badly. as pik’s nightmares were coming to fruition even before being plagued by them, they’re going through it and are desperately seeking out ways to rectify what they’ve done and how they can prevent themselves from ever doing it again rather than uncover why they’ve been so aggressively on their mind.

[irigy]

closed starter for @violentdesires - Zion !!

The used paper towel wet with blood hit the ground for about half a second before it was trampled over by the heavy steps of party goers moving to the beat on the dancefloor, and Envy paid it no mind, the hand that tossed it lowering to his side while he approached the new Ruler of Hell. The pink sunglasses glowing in the neon lights were pushed up from the bridge of his nose to brush his hair back from his face, thought some unruly curls found their way loose easily enough. “Master! I do apologize for coming to greet you so late, I’ve had some... things I had to deal with first.” He spoke over the loud music, though not completely, needing an excuse to lean in towards the other, taking pleasure in their closeness. “Taking care of the DJ, harvesting her heart, then feeding my boss-- well, my other boss. No need to be jealous, he’s much less significant than you are, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Envy drew the little cross over the heart symbol on his top with a smirk that was more playful than it usually was, the electricity of the chaos he’d planned for the night charging him up already. “And let me just say--” He finally leaned back to take a good look at the other, having a somewhat difficult time to find the best word to describe them. “You look... formidable.” 

[ofmoxiex]

* CATALINA & KASSANDRA. ( @dualityofnight​ )

If Catalina really sat down and gave it enough thought, she’d realise her instincts had always been a little off. Ever since becoming a familiar she’d found herself running headfirst toward danger, bored to death by the ordinary. She no longer wanted ‘safe.’ Didn’t even want ‘content.’ She lived in extremes, curious to a fault and always testing boundaries desperately searching for more -- It was perhaps how she’d stumbled upon her current companion in the first place. The voice that should’ve whispered in her ear ‘go! run!’ didn’t seem to exist, and frankly as she took in Kassandra now everything within her screamed the opposite. She had settled on a vampire costume for halloween after all, who better to appreciate it than an original vampire herself? “You know, if you’d been in that god-awful movie I might have actually watched it...” 

[violentdesires]

anthalaena drakon attends the neon nightmare as poison ivy . she wears a green tulle skirt and a bodysuit covered in ivy , which also covers her arm and parts of her red hair . her green high heels were dusted with glitter that glows in the dark and she wears a bright red lipstick to finish her very first halloween look . ( psd + template )

[pniik]

kaspar [ /likestvrlight ]

KASPAR  WATCHES  AS  JINA  WANDERS  OFF  .  his  eyes  follow  her  until  he  sees  her  greeting  one  of  the  women  he  knows  is  close  to  her  .  and  then  his  attention  returns  to  the  being  in  front  of  him  ,  who  he  already  knows  isn’t  arty  ,  but  he  recognises  arty  so  well  ,  knows  it’s  his  body  .  he  watches  warily  ,  for  a  moment  ,  concern  slowly  creeping  into  him  .

        he  follows  them  to  the  hallways  ,  eyeing  the  others  further  down  for  a  moment  before  his  attention  returns  to  the  one  in  front  of  him  .  his  brows  furrow  for  a  moment  ,  though  he  understands  that  angels  do  need  permission  before  taking  on  a  vessel  ,  so  he  assumes  it  was  at  least  mostly  consensual  .  but  then  his  face  falls  at  the  next  words  ,  and  his  mind  immediately  goes  to  if  he  could  have  prevented  things  going  wrong  ,  had  he  stayed  .  but  the  words  do  sound  like  arty  ,  and  he  takes  a  breath  ,  even  not  needing  the  air  ,  just  to  calm  himself  for  a  moment  ,  gather  his  thoughts  .  “  is  —  he’s  —  is  he  okay  ,  now  ,  though  ?  ”  is  all  he  manages  to  ask  .  that  the  angel  deems  it  important  enough  to  actually  speak  to  him  ,  to  explain  ,  that  they  promised  arty  to  tell  him  if  they  met  kaspar  ,  it  gives  him  the  impression  the  angel  actually  cares  for  his  vessel  on  some  level  .  because  it  would  have  been  easy  enough  for  them  to  simply  ignore  kas  ,  wouldn’t  it  have  been  ? 

promises were fickle things. not in nature but in circumstance. by it, this one was duty-bound to tell artemis the moment that they found kaspar and kaspar arty’s fate, but oh ! how pik wishes they had found him in a library, maybe, or an aquarium, perhaps ─── somewhere more quiet, less populated ? instead of here, and of course it was when they were not at their best. a semi-vacant hallway during a party while the angel was internally panicking would just have to do, but a soft setting and a sound mind would have been nice is all. the way the vampire’s face falls is not lost on the angel. holy hues study him with a crinkle in their brow, but ultimately flicker and fall. that kaspar cares for arty is not something that pinnikolai should be concerned with ─── yet they are all the same, so that he appears to reassures this one, as does his following question. focus flies back up to meet his, and pik firmly nods. ❛ ❛ yes, ❜ ❜ they return gently, ❛ ❛ he’s okay. ❜ ❜ their anxieties over their own predicament waning somewhat as they focus on the pair’s situation. although the angel respected their vessel’s privacy, since possessing him, arty’s memories had been projecting against their own eyeballs for decades. looking at kaspar now, his memories of him that eclipsed most ─ memories that artemis holds near and dear ─ annexes their own mind. kas was clearly a light in the fatalist’s very dark and dreary life, and it’s proving difficult for pik not to look at him with the same affection. ❛ ❛ kaspar, ❜ ❜ they proceed softer, holding back a sudden urge to reach for him that they weren’t sure stemmed from arty or themself. ❛ ❛ are you okay ? arty [ . . . ] believed you to be under the control of your sister when you left ─ was that her ? ❜ ❜ they gesture to where jina had been ─── and whether or not this was true is not something that pinnikolai rightfully knew, only seeing what arty had seen and only knowing what arty had told them.

[pniik]

[ /wickedlvly /@violentdesires ] cont. from here !

pik can feel the wall that cosimo had built up around himself ▬▬▬ the barrier between them. what’s worse ? they’ve felt this wall before, but cannot recall being on this side of it. they don’t fault him for this; knew this was how it was going to be going in. were the seraph in their right mind, they wouldn’t have waited until tonight to see or speak with their brother. would’ve, in fact, called to cosimo the very instant that they could [ . . . ] but they’re not in their right mind. they haven’t been for months.

they’re in shock.

the drink is accepted absent-mindedly as unblinking eyes stay up on the night sky. transfixed, it seems [ . . . ] until fingers are felt entangling with their own ▬▬▬ and again, they’ve violet to thank for pulling them out of their own damn head and back into the moment. that out-of-place smile drops and so does their attention, down to their hand as it shakes lightly against hers. it takes a second for fingers to regain dexterity to return the gesture, but [ . . . ] they do. surprises them, too, that they do.

a small pained smile threatens their features at the couple’s initial reaction to the mere idea of the angel returning to heaven. made sense. it’s why it hurt. their head, however, continues to hang, more interested in where violet’s connecting them all than anything else. it’s true: cosimo and pinnikolai’s loyalties do differ. not only is the seraph still connected to heaven, but [ . . . ] they want to be. in heaven, however, or even in god, is not where their loyalties lie. not truly.

anyone looking close enough could see where they do.

dark browns gravitate toward cosimo for the briefest of seconds, finally attempting to meet his gaze after minutes of looking anywhere but before looking for violet’s. they shoot down to the ground again a beat after, slightly amused, softly shaking their head. ❛ ❛ no. not heaven. ❜ ❜ now, pik wasn’t one to so openly denounce or approve of the denouncing of god ( no matter how in the right ), but they [ . . . ] didn’t even think to disapprove of the pair’s comments tonight ▬▬▬ were smirking slightly, even !

❛ ❛ i could not be down here nor in the fae realm. i still should not be- should only be in one realm [ . . . ] af- after ▬ what i did to them. ❜ ❜

their grip on both the drink and violet’s hand gradually begins to tighten. the small amount of added pressure effortlessly shatters the glass in one hand, but they don’t so much as flinch, only staring down vacantly as their other hand, still entwined with violet’s, continues to tighten.

[irigy]

closed starter for @likestvrlight​ - Vala !!

This was stupid. What kind of New York City building had their door to the roof locked? Insanity. Kosmo was just perfectly buzzed enough to do stupid shit, even though he did promise he wouldn’t get drunk. And, technically he wasn’t drunk. He could still walk straight and the room wasn’t spinning. He was just at the level of intoxicated where he could still totally fight a downworlder army and sing his favorite bad bunny song. He was getting the most amazing ideas too. Like, finding the janitor’s closet and trying to pick the lock to get the master key and boom. He could get high on the roof and look at the stars, or, in New York’s case, the smog clouds. He was about halfway done when the sparkles hit his peripheral vision. See, at a neon light party, glowing things weren’t really surprising. His whole face was glowing from the face paint Darcy gave him. But this one particularly caught his attention, and he understood exactly why once he turned his head to look at the owner of the sparkles. “Well, ain’t that the most glittery gecko I ever seen?” He laughed, then gasped midway through once he realized what she was really trying to come as. “Oh... I get it. You’re a cute li’l gay frog.”

[ofmoxiex]

NEON NIGHTMARE: EVENT 04.

“We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst.”

Halloween has become a bit of a joke to Catalina over her many centuries of life. From the Druids of old believing they would be transformed into black cats as punishment for bad deeds or being cursed by dark magic, to the promiscuous costumes that still plague the parties thrown on All Hallows' Eve to this day. She wasn’t particularly feeling the whole ‘dress up’ theme of it all this year, but she’d pestered Elias enough that she knew he’d never let her live it down if some semblance of effort wasn’t shared. She eventually decided to go as a vampire; mostly because it was easy, but mainly because she knew there would be some of that particular species skulking around tonight. If she had to deal with the feline costumes, they had to deal with this. She wasn’t charitable enough to break the cycle.      

[violentdesires]

kaelie morais attends the neon nightmare as a broken doll . she chose a purple versace dress that reveals just the right amount of skin or pretty little lace details . the dress was paired with a diadem and a veil to add some drama - - - - - - not like her purple glow in the dark make up is not dramatic enough . purple tears stream down her skin , looking like lightning , or the broken face of a porcelain doll . she finished the look with purple ribbons on her satin high heels and cannot wait to join the festivities . ( psd + template )

[elysiium]

& 𝐑𝐄.  EVENT 004  : A  NEON  NIGHTMARE

❛ let us purge and cleanse our souls ... ❜   //   the original witch elias morcant is not one to dress up for all hallow’s eve, but to stop a certain familiar and unseelie from pestering him , he has done the bare minimum in creating an outfit for the party . he is dressed in a simple black hoodie and pants , but it his mask that is sure to draw attention — x’s for eyes and a stitched mouth that glows neon blue in the dark . it almost seems like a part of his face , shimmering in and out of focus as he moves through the club . he isn’t one for crowds so he is sure to stick close , or keep an eye on , catalina and kaelie morais .  ❪    template & psd by goodvibesrph    ❫

[pniik]

auraline [ /wickedlvly ]

A  WARM  RADIENT  GLOW  envelopes  auraline  ,  spiritually  and  physical  ,  the  sun-kissed  skin  of  the  fae  glowing  faintly  ,  like  a  mini-sun  .  ❛  i  would  be  honoured  .  ❜  the  humbleness  of  the  queen  is  not  simply  politeness  .  it  is  an  honour  to  have  someone  so  pure  as  them  to  join  her  .  the  radiance  coming  from  her  makes  her  court  happy  in  turn  (  faeries  laughing  and  dancing  and  swaying  across  the  club  ,  as  the  queen  leads  pinnikolai  through  them  )  .  she  pauses  center  stage  ,  skin  burning  brighter  as  she  smiles  .  ❛  would  you  dance  with  me  ?  ❜

this one isn’t about to argue with a queen. especially one so bright. even if, at this very moment, the broken bird feels about as far from ‘ pure ’ as they’ve ever been. so, they only bow their head and swallow the lump. wordless and worn moseys alongside her, holy hues drifting between faeries and the floor. the shift in the air around the seelie and her court is apparent; the why of it is not, but they’re too tired to speculate, even if they felt a need to. attention idly scans over swaying figures until auraline pauses, and they then pause as well. curious and captivated admires the mini-sun, but [ . . . ] what was that ? ‘ would you dance ’ she asks ? a slow blink, and their smile stretches, silently accepting as they take one step back to bow and offer her their hand. they’re still tired, yes, but they can dance ─── oh ! they can dance. how long it has been since they had last is the only thing auraline might need to be concerned with.

[hlcynsouls]

&  @violentdesires​  →  KAELIE MORAIS : 

THE SPELL HAS BEEN LEADING HER ASTRAY  all evening ;  and though the party had seemed like a good cover initially ,  it was starting to grate on her .  the frustration darcy is feeling is only amplified by the drunken screams and ramblings around her ,  and she wishes for nothing more than to crawl back to her cottage and sleep for a week .  ( she won’t ,  though  —  this is  important .  and the only good day to do it ,  so she’ll have to  get a grip . )  all of her internal  ‘ motivation ’  is useless in the face of her exhaustion ,  though  —  just because the spell is  failing  doesn’t mean it’s not drawing energy like crazy ,  an her surroundings aren’t helping any when she has to further focus on not simply  cursing  any idiot crossing her way .  she’s on the  brink of it  when she’s pushed ,  then stumbles in an effort to avoid a chain reaction ,  then just  barely  manages not to land in someone’s lap as she trips and almost falls .  it’s not a very graceful motion ,  but she avoids the woman on the bar stool by an inch and lands on the one next to her instead .  darcy’s head hits the bar a little more forcefully than intended ,  and she stifles a sigh .  the witch knows she should apologize ,  but her quota on  that  is reserved for  someone else  tonight .  so instead ,  she gives very cheery and elaborate :  “ ugh . ”

[pniik]

#DIH.EVENT ─ EVENT IV. ❛❛ NEON NIGHTMARE ❜❜ !!

they crept in unwelcomely. beckoning, incessant, unholy whispers. each met with resistance. temptation hadn’t a hold. still, they found themselves... here. they weren’t coerced, they’d argue. they’d come to speak to cosimo ─── to see violeta, zaira, aurora if they could. this was of their own accord... but they shouldn’t be here. not really. there were many, and they weren’t ready. no matter how much they wished it, how much they missed them. they were dangerous.

pik isn’t wearing anythn special when they first get to the party. they knew it was halloween n tht ppl wld prbly show up decked out ,,, ,, , ,but they tossed it up to not being their primary concern for the evening. they did try to figure smthn out tho last minute on the grounds of wanting to blend in n evn went as far consulted their vessel abt wht they shld wear ? ?? a misTAke. arty had a loT to say on the matter n offered several unholy suggestions for shits n giggles of which varied between characters from their fav mangas to their fav movies but aftr they told them more abt each one pik was Horrified™ ( save for one or two ) n jus decided to go in their usual humdrum attire w/ a cheap mask they picked up on the way ovr if they needed it. suffice it to say, ,arty was disappointed. 🙃

[hlcynsouls]

&  @irigy  →  KOSMO REYES : 

“ YOU NEED TO HOLD STILL  if you want this to look good , ”  darcy says ,  tone not exactly admonishing but near enough so .  her face is scrunched up in concentration ,  her lips slightly pursed ,  as she holds kosmo’s chin in one hand while the other holds a brush to paint his face with .  ‘ la calavera ,  but make it glow ’  is a nice idea for a costume ,  she has to admit ,  and if she can say so herself ,  she’s not doing the worst job of it ,  either .  two more strokes finish the shading on kosmo’s forehead ,  and with a satisfied click of her tongue ,  darcy snaps once to flick off the lights and another time to ignite the little strobe light she acquired to check if the neon paint works as intended .  the witch puts down the brush and hands kosmo a little hand mirror to check out her work himself .  “ so ,  thoughts so far ?  think that’s gonna work for the whole mask ? ”

[violentdesires]

zion gehena attends the neon nightmare as the devil - - - - - - a teasing little homage to his new throne in hell . instead of working with the mundane color scheme of red and black , they chose black and gold elements for their costume and the devil horn mask glows in the dark , just like some golden spots on their wings . ( psd + template )

[violentdesires]

leopold wayne attends the neon nightmare as jack skellington from a nightmare before christmas - - - - - - a theme that was chosen by his wife , queen auraline , who accompanies him as sally . you will find him in jack’s trademark suit and his skull make up has some glow in the dark elements , though the thing that he truly cares about is spending some time with friends and loved ones . ( psd + template )