#male religion > occult horror

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

we need more feminist horror

[thecreaturecodex]

Skelm, Soul

Image © Paizo Publishing, accessed at Archives of Nethys here

[Hey! A new monster! I am feeling a bit more rested and rejuvenated after my long hiatus. I'm still only planning on releasing one or two new monsters a week, but I feel much more motivated to write now, and think I've worked out why my block has been what it is.

The soul skelm is the last and most powerful of the skelms in PF2e's Bestiary 3, and I like that it has a similar ability to the weakest, the street skelm. I wonder if all four of them had a "X Strike" ability at some point in development. I added some more spell-like abilities to play into their "bullying the dead" flavor text.]

Skelm, Soul CR 10 LE Outsider (native) This humanoid male has translucent gray skin and a rack of antlers. His face is contorted into an expression of mock agony and terror.

Soul skelms are among the most powerful of skelm-kind, and are some sort of occult parallel to night hags. Unlike the more metaphysical connection between night hags and mortal hags, soul skelms are a further transformation, and can form from any kind of skelm. A soul skelm is one that has completely abandoned its original personality and mortality for pure hatred and ambition. Soul skelms are especially feared because their cruelty does not stop when their victims die. A soul skelm continues to bully the souls of their victims, calling them from the grave to interrogate them as to the weaknesses of their friends and loved ones, and using them to invigorate their withered flesh. Soul skelms do not have a natural lifespan; they only die through violence or misfortune, and many of their souls immediately go on to reincarnate as rakshasas, asuras or oni.

Soul skelms enjoy using the undead as tools, and often collect a region’s undead under their banner, using bribes, threats and magic if the first two fail. Soul skelms are even more isolationist and paranoid of their fellow skelms as other varieties are, and rarely associate with them except as part of a plan to get their lesser killed. Soul skelms delight in breaking apart group unity and cohesive tactics, using illusions to separate each of their victims into a solipsistic reverie before picking them off one by one. They prefer spiked chains, whips, or other ostentatious, showy weapons.

Soul Skelm CR 10 XP 9,600 LE Medium outsider (native) Init +3; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +17

Defense AC 24, touch 14, flat-footed 20 (+3 Dex, +1 dodge, +10 natural) hp 126 (12d10+60) Fort +9, Ref +11, Will +13; -2 vs. emotion effects DR 10/cold iron; Immune death effects, possession

Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee +1 spiked chain +19/+14/+9 (2d4+10/19-20), gore +13 (2d6+3 plus trip) or slam +18 (1d4+6), gore +13 (2d6+6 plus trip) Special Attacks bully the departed (7/day), isolating strike Spell Like Abilities CL 10th, concentration +17 (+21 casting defensively) At will—dimension door, ghost whip, invisibility, silence (DC 19) 3/day—call spirit (DC 22), command undead (DC 19), inflict critical wounds (DC 21) 1/day—entrap spirit (DC 22), greater oeneiric horror (DC 21), mind probe (DC 21), plane shift (self only, Material and Astral Planes only)

Statistics Str 23, Dex 17, Con 20, Int 16, Wis 20, Cha 25 Base Atk +12; CMB +18 (+20 disarm, trip); CMD 32 (34 vs. disarm, trip) Feats Alertness, Combat Casting, Combat Expertise, Dodge, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (spiked chain) (B), Improved Critical (spiked chain) (B), Improved Disarm, Improved Trip Skills Bluff +17, Climb +16, Disguise +17, Intimidate +21, Knowledge (arcana, local, nobility, religion) +10, Perception +17, Sense Motive +17, Spellcraft +13, Stealth +13 SQ change shape (Medium male humanoid, alter self), conspicuous combatant, ghostly grasp, skelm traits

Ecology Environment any land or urban Organization solitary Treasure standard (+1 spiked chain, other treasure)

Special Abilities Bully the Departed (Su) As a move action, a soul skelm can call upon the souls of his victims to invigorate himself. Until the end of his next turn, he gains regeneration 15 (force, good), and deals an extra 1d6 points of damage with all his melee attacks. During this time, his melee attacks count as evil for the purposes of overcoming damage reduction and regeneration. A soul skelm can use this ability a number of times a day equal to his Charisma modifier. Conspicuous Combatant (Ex) A soul skelm gains Exotic Weapon Proficiency and Improved Critical for one exotic weapon of his choice. Ghostly Grasp (Su) A soul skelm’s natural weapons, and any manufactured weapons he wields, are treated as being ghost touch weapons for the purposes of interacting with incorporeal creatures. Isolating Strike (Su) As a standard action, a soul skelm can exert himself to make a single powerful attack. When he does, he adds an additional damage die of the same type to the attack, and the creature struck must succeed a DC 23 Will save. If they fail, they are invisible, inaudible and otherwise completely imperceptible to their allies for the next 4 rounds, and their allies are likewise invisible, inaudible and completely imperceptible to them. Regardless of whether it succeeds or fails, that creature is immune to that soul skelm’s isolating strike for the next 24 hours. The save DC is Charisma based, and this is an illusion effect. After making this attack, the street skelm is treated as being flat footed until the beginning of its next turn. Skelm Traits (Ex) All skelms gain a +4 racial bonus to Intimidate checks, but a -2 penalty to all saving throws against emotion effects.

[enbylestat]

honey I love you

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Turn (TV 2014), The Lives of the Mayfair Witches - Anne Rice, Vampire Chronicles Series - Anne Rice Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anna Strong/Mary Woodhull Characters: Anna Strong, Mary Woodhull, Benjamin Tallmadge, Caleb Brewster, Abigail (Turn), Abraham Woodhull, Thomas "Sprout" Woodhull, Robert Townsend (1753-1838), Rowan Mayfair, Lestat de Lioncourt, Original Female Character(s) (Mentioned), audrey (oc) (mentioned), Mary Floyd Tallmadge Additional Tags: Sapphic September 2024, Sapphic September, Femslash, Witches, Gothic, Horror, Vampires, Bisexual Lestat de Lioncourt, Past Relationship(s), Werewolves, Angels, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Witchcraft, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Crossover, Bisexuality, Pansexual Character, Bisexual Female Character, Bisexual Male Character, Teacher Benjamin Tallmadge, Minor Robert Townsend/Abraham Woodhull, Lesbian Sex, lestat is the worst (affectionate), Christianity, Protestantism, Religion, Witchcraft, Occult, Halloween, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Song: Ophelia (The Lumineers), Autumn, Slow Burn, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Canon Bisexual Character, Explicit Sexual Content, Song: Season of the Witch (Lana Del Rey) Summary: Gothic modern AU of TURN x Vampire Chronicles x Lives of the Mayfair Witches. Anna Strong/Mary Woodhull.

@sapphic-september

[ladylilit]

— I AM NO MOTHER. I AM NO BRIDE. I AM KING. ❞

private interpretation of 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈��𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 as adapted from hazbin hotel, inspired by lore & mythology. not affiliated with the creator. as deified by doll, she / her, 18+

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aesthetic sideblog.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐒. the monstrous feminine. the vilification of women in religion. death as a figure of subverted motherhood. cosmic horrors. hunger as a driving factor. woman as the voyeur. the omnipresent male gaze. the gothic & the sublime. the red sea / water motif.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇 [ 𝐄𝐕𝐄, 𝐉𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋, 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐇, 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 … ]

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. lilith (lilit, lilis), belonging to the night. 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. the queen of hell. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐒. the first wife of adam. mother of monsters, beasts, and demons. queen of night. the nightbird. patron saint of women. 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. the night, the lunar phases, waters, owls & ravens, snakes, flowers, 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. primordial human, turned succubus demon. 𝐀𝐆𝐄. immortal. she's been around since the dawn of creation, made of the same soil as man. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. ciswoman, she / her. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. bisexual biromantic, heavy fem-leaning preference. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. estranged wife of lucifer morningstar. divorced from her prior marriage to adam. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. queen of hell. politician. socialite & noblewoman of lucifer's court. singer & performer.

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃. 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒. tall and strikingly beautiful, lilith was made of the same soil as man to be a perfect creature, though her banishment to hell perverted that beauty into 'sin', lending her charm an infernal, haunting air - she is an ancient terror, the mother of monsters, and she looks it. massive horns curve outward from her head, long & sharp nails, and sharpened canines. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 8'0 f. 8'5 in heels. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. she is fond of floor-length dresses, tight-fitting. her horns and hair are often ornate with jewellery and gems. her pearls are a gift from lucifer, they're very dear to her. 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌. a great winged beast, reminiscent of a dragon. 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒. siren's voice. shapeshifting. pyrokinesis. occult knowledge & witchcraft. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌/𝐒. charlize theron.

𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒:

my portrayal of lilith plays with the idea that, as created equal to man, lilith is a narrative foil to adam in that she is cut of the same cloth �� she is unapologetically confident, arrogant, and narcissistic. she is also clever & cunning, the snake hidden betwixt roses.

she is not all evil. she is not all good. she fights for the causes she believes in ( the liberation of women, the safety of her citizens, etc. ) but makes no apology for her aloof demeanour. she holds a lot of anger ... at adam, at god, at lucifer, for having failed her when it mattered.

she loved lucifer, and their family, though perhaps not in the way he wanted. she didn't feel satisfied in that role.

my main verse is based on the presumption that, before she was taken to heaven, lilith was plotting a rebellion against heaven, making political moves behind lucifer's back to wage war against the angels and put an end to heaven's tyranny.

[qizaqizizqizirqizires]

ESPECIALLY WHEN, THERE WAS NO, SUCH THING, AS AFRO MALES, FEMALE AND CHILDREN BEING SLAVES BROUGHT FROM AFRICA, WHEN IN FACT, WE AFRO MALES FEMALE AND CHILDREN ARE PRISONERS OF WAR AND A WAR TOOK PLACE OVER HERE IN ( TAMARI = AMERICA AND WE LOST THE BATTLE AGAINST, THE MOOR ARISTOCRATS WHEN THEY TRAINED THE EUROPEANS AND THE MOORS COMBINED WITH THE EUROPEANS THEY THE MOORS TRAINED AND WENT TO BATTLE WITH US HERE ON OUR LAND TAMARI = AMERICA AND WAS DEFEATED DUE TO THE MOORS TOGETHER COMING AGAINST THE AFRO HEIRSHIP THAT WAS ALREADY ON THE CULTURE = CULTIVATION AND LAND ( REGION = REGIONAL ) YOU SEE IT'S NOT ABOUT ANY RELIGION WHEN JUST PUTTING THE PALMS OF THE HANDS CLAMPED TOGETHER. YOU SEE WE ARE GUARD, NOT GOD, WE'RE GUARD AMD COULDN'T EVEN GUARD OUR OWN LAND AND RESOURCE CULTURE = LAND CULTIVATION BY THE INVADERS WERE IUR OWN AFRO BRETHERIN BEING THE MOORS TEAMING WITH THE EUROPEANS. YES, THE MOORS WITH AFROS ARE DIRECTING = ARE THE DIRECTORS OF ALL THE SECRET SOCIETIES FOR THE MOORS ARE MASONRY = MASONS TOO BEING THE ORIGINATORS AND AT THE HEAD OF THE ONE WORLD ORDER AGENDA AT THE EYE TOP OF THE PYRAMID SCHEME OF THINGS. DEMIGOD BLOOD RITUALS WITH BABY, CHILDREN, ADULT AND ANIMAL SACRAFICINGS RITUALS OFFERED DOWN TO DEVIL DEMIGODS OCCULT MAGIC PRACTICES IS CONSIDERED, THE THINGS THAT THE ILLUMINATI ARE DOING IS NOT NEW ABOUT DEMIGOD SACRAFICE TO THE ANCIENT EGYPTIANS AND THE MOORS HAVE DARK SKIN TONES SOME ARE LIGHT SKINNED WITH AFROS WHO TAUGHT AND SCHOOLED ALL OF THE NAVATICAN = HOLLYWOOD, POLITICIANS, SPORTS FIGURES, MAJOR CORPORATIONS, THE JEWISH SYNAGOGUES AND YES, SADLY TO SAY, ALL OF THE DEMIGODS OCCULT MAGIC DEVIL SACRAFICE OFFERINGS AND RITUALS PRACTICES IMITATION EYE 👁️ HORUS = EYE OF HORRORS THE ILLUMINATI EYE AND DEMIGOD RITUAL SERPENT FIRE DEMIGOD MAGIC OCCULT PRACTICES ORIGINATED DURING KEMIT EGYPT AND THE MOORS TAUGHT IT TO AND FORMED ALL THE SECRET SOCIETIES WORLD WIDE.

[afwilliam75]

Silent Hill 1: Or how I learned to stop being scared and love terror. “The fear for blood tends to create fear of flesh” Silent Hill is one of the references in terms of horror in video games, it is unquestionable, but I cannot remember another game that has made me think as much as this one did, that is, in theory it is a fairly simple game, even being such an old game you'd think it wouldn't be so scary I mean I can see the pixels that can't scare me but I think silent hill finds strength in its weaknesses the fact that the ps1 couldn't render a city forced them to think outside the box from the box and reach the iconic fog that generates a lot of uncertainty, since the only thing you can guide yourself with is the sound of your radio to be safe. And despite being such an old and simple game, technically speaking it doesn't show its weak points, it really shows that the team behind this game really had a special affection for it, because it almost never plays it safe creatively, the music is iconic already by the fabulous Akira Yamaoka as well as Masajiro Ito's creature design. It really is a feat that in a genre where you usually rely too much on gore and jump scares here the horror is based on making you feel alienated in a hostile world, this is probably the coldest and most cryptic game I've ever played, but that's part of its design It's part of the psychological terror it wants to make you feel, plus I'd also give it extra points for the quality of the puzzles in the game, they really do require a pretty decent puzzle-solving ability. As for the story, I think it supports a lot of the cryptic and lonely aspect of the atmosphere, so you don't have too much character development; however, when the game wants to make you feel other emotions such as empathy, sadness or nostalgia, it will succeed. Personally, I think that in terms of its central theme, Silent Hill was way ahead of its time, this is already more of a head canon, but I think the theme is a social commentary on how society and especially religions and cults have abused women throughout history, using them as means to an end, as can be seen in the case of Alessa, who kept her alive for the only thing they kept her alive was to conceive despite only being a girl or there is also the case of Lisa Garland who was drugged, abused and physically and psychologically injured by Dr. Aickmann and the cult for god knows how long, to the point of literally losing her humanity and ending in one of the saddest death scenes possible, even To support my theory, we would only have to see the final boss of the game "Incubus" which is defined as: "Incubus is the one that responds to the male gender and likes to possess women during dreams to be able to generate them and thus have offspring." Supporting the aforementioned how Alessa was only kept alive to procreate. In addition, the use of symbolism and occult objects is fascinating and somewhat fresh theme in the genre up to that moment, as well as being able to discover the psyche of a disturbed girl in a physical way as a place that could be every day, but seen from the perspective of a girl who has been abused in many ways is very interesting and creates empathy for this type of case, as if all the sins were mixed and effervescent with the facade of a city. However, it is not exempt from criticism, especially in the gameplay it is archaic and often difficult to control. Above all, it is a game that despite its flaws is mandatory and a masterpiece in the genre. Good night and Happy Halloween.

[metanoiamorii]

Wip Re-Introduction: A Rope In Hand

❛Horror is like a serpent; always shedding its skin, always changing. And it will always come back. It can’t be hidden away like the guilty secrets we try to keep in our subconscious.❜

♧ Title: A Rope In Hand [ARIH]

♧ Status: First Drafting

♧ Point of View: Third Person, flexible between a few

♧ Genre: Dark Fantasy, Supernatural, LGBTQ+, Action, Drama

♧ Warnings: This story revolves around the occult. There will be talk of witch hunts and trials and cults. There will be torture methods used to gain confessions, and these methods will be justified under religious belief. There will be toxic and abusive relationships, particularly family; finding an escape from them, and healing from the trauma. There will be homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, and colonization. There will be major character deaths, but I can spoil after the book ends the main characters do get a happy ending. Each chapter and scene posted will have personalized warnings, but these are the main things to expect.

♧ Featuring: The majority of the characters will be LGBTQ+, from pansexual, homosexual, to asexual; genderfluid, agender/nonbinary, and transgender. Each character is complex and morally grey. Yes, they will do things that are blatantly terrible, or actively good. Overall, they will be morally grey and questionable at best. There will be complex world-building, from both the universe it takes place in, and the religious pantheons brought up. The religions brought up will be polytheistic and animism-themed. The romance between the major characters will be slow-burn enemies to friend to lovers, and them learning to love themselves through one another. There will be an exploration on generational healing, and unlearning toxic, and bias believes.

♧ Setting: The setting is influenced by Victorian London, and Medieval Ireland. There will be mention of other places, primarily western Europe, the Ottoman Empire, Ancient Rome, Eastern Asia, and Napoleonic France.

♧ Synopsis:

In the town of Arkaley, in the northwest of the Duchy of Ruairc, the people have been plagued by bad fortune and crime. Attacks of bandits on the road, raids from pirates on the shores, untimely deaths of children and young women, elected officials coming out corrupt; there is no end in Arkaley of the suffering the locals endure.

Rationally, to explain such a bad string of luck, there is only one possible explanation: Witchcraft.

The Duchy of Ruairc already has a history of witchcraft: the Ó Ruaircs turned out to be witches, the Abondé incident in Salem, the Liathain incident in Trakee; the Ruaircs have their record. Perfectly acceptable for everyone to assume the worse of the Ruairish, as they have proved to be nothing but.

To prove his worth, the young Reverend Prudence Clemency Frye, takes up the task of quelling this coven of witches and heading this witch-hunt. Young and naïve, witch only knowledge from books and little hands-on experience, he’s unprepared for this challenge. When he finally leaves the town, well… everyone would rather put this incident behind them.

♧ Tease:

My darling dear, a knave so clear

You appear, so bravely near;

Do you hear my darling dear, sneers of austere jeers?

Behave, my dear, when I am near;

For peers will lear, in their fear,

Allow me o' dear our persevere

So my fave you appear

And volunteer a slave so dear 

in an atmosphere we fear.

my darling dear, wave so clear

Depravely as we leave, and give a souvenir;

My lips to yours, as you crave in these fallin' years. 

Be brave darling dear, and give into hearts o' queer.

For mine you be, your darling dear, 

To the stars you have swore in love, so crystal clear.

My peers shall sneer, but whore I be, and you I crave

Oh so bare. slurs and glares, just listen to my prayers.

Kiss me love, and leave o'they to a'crave 

In this atmosphere that we fear

Their own, o' pure, knave so dear.

♧ Excerpt:

".... This is wrong." Prudence finds the words slipping from his lips, voice a quiet whisper; a breathless tone of voice. He allows his fingertips to falter against scarred skin, watching as Mastema turned his cheek, he pressed himself into the palm of Prudence's hand. Eyes closed, a smile curled on his face. Prudence couldn't help but smile at the scene, but slowly, slowly, slowly, he rescinded his hand; breaking the hold.

"Revered..." Matching his voice, Mastema replied. Maintaining such a soft voice, as he shifted himself forward on the bed. One foot to the ground, the other drawn beneath himself. Over Prudence he leaned, resting one palm to the sheets, the other lifting to seize Prudence's hand before he could recoil back. "You have made me feel something in which I've never felt before..."

From where he laid, Prudence could only form a soft frown. He knew he could draw his hand back, the grip was far from tight. But he didn't. He laid there, allowing Mastema to hold his hand. "... This is wrong, Mastema."

Mastema frowned; he matched the reaction Prudence wore. Through it, he forced a half-smile, tightening his grip on the other's hand, and forward he brought Prudence's hands to kiss the knuckles. "... If this is wrong, I do not wish to be right."

At the response, Prudence shook his head. "It is not for us to be right or wrong, the gods—"

At the angle he sat, Mastema shifted once more. He dropped Prudence's hand, to lean forward; to lean in close. Both of his palms found the other's cheek, as he touched their foreheads to one another. "... Do not force your will onto another." In that soft whisper, he spoke. Eyes closed, breath drawn in. "Is that not a Commandment of our Creator?"

"I..." Prudence faltered. In, he drew his breath, to try to steady himself. "... I did not take you for the religious sorts."

"I'm not." Mastema all too quickly retorted. But as he was, he laid; this proximity. "But you are."

♧ Characters:

The Order of Witchesbane

Prudence Clemency Frye; The Reverend

Half Fae/Half Human • Intersex • Genderfluid • He/They • Homosexual • Homo-demiromantic

The bastard son of Lord Zachariah Frye. Raised by his father, with his mother dying young, he took to following in his footsteps. He became a religious young man and an active witch-hunter. A part of him desires his father’s acceptance, his praises; the other part despises his father and everything the man stands for. In recent years, he has joined the De La Cruz household, becoming an apprentice beneath the famous Witch’s Advocate; upholding the beliefs that not every witch is evil and has foul intentions, and the ones that mean harm are the only ones that should be hunted.

Zachariah Frye; The Bloodhound

Human • Male • He/Him • Bicurious • Aromantic

The oldest living member of the Order. Now he is the man that holds the face of the Order, who you think of when they come to mind. Cold. Vindictive. Despotic. Violent. He is not a good man. He is firm in his beliefs and stubborn to change. Once his mind is made up, he cannot be reasoned with. He is blindly convinced of his beliefs and his cause to eradicate every living witch, unfazed if he has to fill a few innocent thousands in the process.

Calisto Ferzan Hermengildo Melchior Lorencio De La Cruz; The Witch’s Advocate

Half Fae/Half Human • Amab • Nonbinary • Genderfluid • He/They • Asexual • Aromantic

A witch-hunter in title alone, Calisto has been making enemies since he could first talk. He’s always enjoyed being the underdog, going against the expectations of society, being ridiculed by his peers. The sole reason? Proving them wrong. To ridicule his own peers for their outdated beliefs, he’s taken to defending witches, proving them innocent of their ‘crimes’, and going on to help them to set up a life in a country more accepting of witchcraft

The servant of Calisto, never seen far from his side. He is a servant in name alone and is more-or-less an assassin, a hitman for Calisto. Held in contempt by Athylian society for being a foreigner, he often treated by others more as a slave than a servant. To help be unseen, to help the De La Cruz Household, Michelotto endures the treatment and goes as far to be perceived as ignorant, alongside him being born a mute. Keeping his true intents and intelligence duly guarded, only a handful are aware he is also a witch.

Myk'loumihr [Michelotto Dougal] Siavash; The Man-Servant

Witch; Amab • Agender • He/They • Asexual • Aromantic

Austin Duvine; The Lord Without A Ring

Half-Human/Half Fae • Amab • Nonbinary • He/They • Pansexual • Demiromantic

One of the younger members of the order, Austin relies on his father's wealth and name. He doesn't care for responsibilities, he doesn't care for hard work. He's a playboy at heart. He's fit to hold social events, and use his natural talent to gib and fib his way through life. He'll keep his mixed feelings to himself, struggling with doing the right thing or upholding tradition.

Alistair Lavine; The Witchfinder General

Human • Amab • Agender • He/They • Bicurious • Aromantic

The best friend to Zachariah and his right hand. Where Zachariah is business and lacks charms, Alistair can charm a crowd and hold their attention. He knows how to feign being an ideal human, without letting on his own bloodlust; he's a monster in human skin. At the end of the day, unlike Zachariah, Alistair does have morals and standards he will abide by, even if they come back to ruin him.

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The Vakari Coven

Ausrine Baoghal; The Lady

Witch • Female • She/Her • Bisexual • Aromantic

The woman in charge of the town, widowed and inheriting the right to rule as her husband had no heirs. She is a manipulative and dangerous woman, eager to commit any sin or crime for more power. She, in truth, cares only for herself and would feel no remorse if she had to turn on one of her coven to further her own agenda.

The magistrate and also the chief policeman of the town. He maintains a  calm, but manipulative personality. As a front, he presents himself to be fair and just, liked and favored by the people for genuinely caring for them. While in truth he has his own heinous and sinister agenda, aiding Ausrine in her plans.

Leary O'Laoghaire; The Magistrate

Witch • Male • He/Him • Bicurious • Aromantic

The oldest member of the coven, Dairine lives under the guise of an elderly woman, who lives alone with her children and grandchildren already leaving her to live their own lives. She is a kind and understanding woman and cares for the younger witches in the coven. She will not support Baríon with her agenda, nor does she care for the servant girl, she even despises the so-called ally Ausrine claims to have and who they all adhere to.

Dairine Ó Séaghdha; The Crone

Witch • Afab • Agender • She/They • Asexual • Aromantic

The acting servant of Barion, Anisha’s true loyalties lie elsewhere. She stays within the town, serving the coven while acting as the eyes and ears of someone, the person who is truly pulling the strings. She is the one to relay information and letters between the coven and her master.  She is a quiet woman, that keeps her head down and her mind to herself. She only shows her true, confident and demanding, nature behind closed doors with the coven when they dare to question her.

Anisha Kaur; The Servant

Witch • Afab • Demigirl • She/They • Asexual • Aromantic

The charming son of Leary. Many whisper that is part fae, due to his charm, if it’s true or not many are unaware. He is a very sophisticated young man, that has managed to wrap the entire town around his finger. While on the surface he is alike his father is a caring, compassionate, charming young man, something sinister brews beneath. He is devious, demanding, domineering.

Nathir O'Laoghaire; The Magistrate’s Son

Half-Witch/Half-Fae • Amab  • Agender • He/Him • Bisexual • Aromantic

Being the baker's daughter, Liannah helps around the bakery and family business. Unlike the company she keeps, she is a reserved young woman. She is polite and maintains her manners with whomever she is dealing with. She has the patience of a saint and rarely loses her cool. Liannah is a woman with a calm demeanor about her, being a woman many are comfortable around due to her peaceful and calm aura.

Liannah Ó Buachalla; The Baker’s Daughter

Witch • Afab • Genderfluid • She/They • Asexual • Panromantic

Ausrine's bastard son she had with a spirit she bargained with for more power. Since he was young, he was raised by the servants of the house, and the coven, over his own mother; the two have more of a business relationship over a family one. Since he cares less about what his mother does, he spends his time with Liannah and Reyes, either at the bakery or getting into trouble somewhere. With Reyes as an influence, Mastema is a flirtatious man that enjoys scandals and making the most of life

Mastema Baoghal; The Knave

Half-Witch/Half-Spirit • Amab • Genderfluid • He/They • Pansexual • Demiromantic

Rochan Misra; The Charlatan

Half-Witch/Half-Spirit • Amab • Queer • He/She • Pansexual • Aromantic

A foreigner to the Coven, born and raised in the Duchy of Incali. At a young age, he became a traveling charlatan, recently settling within the coven only as he befriended Liannah and Mastema and enjoyed their company. Now, he is the local bad influence: scamming locals out of their money at the taverns, wooing and seducing young men and ladies alike, always trespassing and vandalizing something. He is trouble but has a heart of gold when it matters.

ARIH: : @hekat-ie, @writings-of-a-narwhal, @silent-creed

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Taglist:

General: @endlesshourglass, @writerray, @poore-choice-of-words, @alexwritesfiction, @primusesgiantmetalballbearings

Both: @cecilsstorycorner, @little-boats-on-a-lake, @hazard-writes, @egg-shark

[brxkenfaith]

About

Malcolm Bartley is a man who lost his faith for a very sinful reason. The death of his daughter at a young age pushed his faith into the bottom of a shot glass and tarnished his oath to the lord. Or in his views finally put the nail in the coffin of his religious career. He followed the path due to his mother's overtly religious views and a promise. That did not stop him from sinning. As is the existence of the very daughter that ended his faith completely.

Becoming a priest never came into his personal equation. The one who pushed his faith and interests in religion was his own mother, bless her soul wherever she may be. He had to keep a promise. One that meant believing in the unthinkable.

As a baby, Malcolm would never know the horror that transpired one winter when his parents still lived in Edinburgh, Scotland. An older sibling, a daughter born Roisin Bartley, became stricken with what doctors presumed was an unknown illness. An illness that caused her personality to change, for the teen girl to speak in tongues of a language she did not know before. Soon her odd behavior turned to violence at first against herself then others.

Clearly something else was happening and the religious bearings of his mother Flora, a fierce Irish Catholic, forced her to seek holy aide. At the time it would seem to be a hoax to the people of Edinburgh. A hoax like this would go on to live infamy as the exorcism performed to release Roisin of the demon proved fatalistic. For years Malcolm has asserted the death of his sister to be the reckless nature of the priest and his assistant who came into his family's home that frigid evening.

Whatever the truth, Flora made sure to bring up Malcolm with a fond sense of God. His father Rory fought against it having seen enough of God or lack of Him following the terrors with his sister. However, Malcolm was a young impressionable at the time. Wishing only to honor the memory of his sister and follow his mother's ideas. Following the faith to become an ordained priest pit the young man in a sojourn and sabbatical in America. Partly a reason he wanted to take that leap of faith so to speak.

Once there Malcolm found something more than an adventure. He found a forbidden connection to a girl who needed the help of the faith for her addiction battling brother. Malcolm's senior and mentor Father Mullen assigned him to the young woman, hoping for him to gain experience with helping the needful in their journey to peace. Inadvertently he set up a complication for Malcolm who quickly became romantically involved with her under the nose of his faith. The biggest of sins to commit only grew more severe when she fell pregnant. She expected he would break off their secret romance but Malcolm proved to be more steadfast than that. He wanted this little family even if it were against everything he had agreed to set his life to.

Malcolm kept things pretty secret for a time. Even going as far as to marry out of the city where no one knew who they were. That itself tarnished priesthood as he was technically no longer married to God. In a way he sees divine punishment come from this. It's what he will always believe after his daughter Hope and her mother Siobhan drown in a freak boating accident. At the time he was not with them, needing to make face with duties to the church. All the while the news rocked his entire foundation, opening up another gateway of scandal as Father Mullen pieced everything together.

He not only lost the respect of his seniors and peers but his faith. From that day forward Malcolm grew bitter, falling to the bottle and harboring a sheer hatred for God Almighty. In his eyes this was all God's doing to make him pay for his sins.

As the years went on so did Malcolm's drinking. His bright eyed quizzical youth had grown older, staler and embittered with the self loathing of a man who lost every ounce of meaning. He may still have been a priest but he would rather dabble with the demons of alcohol. That is where he sits now. Stewing in his own brew of despair and anger.

Malcolm once had an eye and interest in occultism and demonology. Growing up hearing of the supposed demonic possession of his sister made this a fixture in his life. He took it seriously even if others in the commune thought it to be hogwash. Not all priests believe in helping those who cry possession and devilry. They assume most are frauds and would never go as far as to ask the Vatican to clear an exorcism. Malcolm disagreed with that notion. His beliefs in ghouls and sinister mythological creatures has given him the label of a crackpot in his seasoned years of priesthood. Coupled with his drinking only makes him less reliable in it in their opinion. He could care less what they think.

Name: Malcolm Nathaniel Bartley Nickname: Mal, Nate, Father Crackpot Age: 46 D.O.B. March 17, 1975 Birthplace: Edinburgh, Scotland Current: Detroit, MI (Or New York depending on plot) USA Heritage: Half Scottish, Half Irish Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him/His Orientation: Heterosexual Affiliation: Priesthood Job title: Father Face Claim: David Tennant Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Height: 6'1" / 185 cm Build: Slim, Tall Languages: English, Latin, Gaelic, Italian Accent: Scottish Addictions: Alcohol Alcohol Usage: Frequent, used as a coping mechanism, Drug Usage: None Family: Rory Bartley - Father (alive) Flora Bartley - Mother (deceased) Roisin Bartley - Sister (deceased*) Siobhan Bartley - Wife (deceased - drowning) Hope Bartley - Daughter (deceased - drowning) Positives: Intelligent Compassionate Helpful Brave Negatives: Bitter Faithless Foul Mouthed Temperamental

[weevil-wallflower]

I just created an entire demon family...pt1

(aka my demon OCs. All are full demons so only gonna mention it once 👀)

My Demon Lore:

My understanding regarding demons is that not all demons are evil and thus not all tempt human beings to sin. Many simply live their lives peacefully, sometimes even among humans. Many even follow different religions much similar to humans. And of course due to that, the many good ones don’t align themselves with Satan which means they can neither be banished to hell nor does Satan has any jurisdiction over them. These demons are also not repelled by religious artefacts or places of religious worship or just religion in general, especially if they happened to be religious themselves. But no need to worry; these kinds of demons are peaceful for the most part and do not mean anyone any harm unless provoked or threatened. (This understanding comes from the knowledge I have about my religion uwu)

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Winfryd Wright

General:

Full name: Winfryd Wright

Nickname(s): Winnie (by Zinnia), Win

Age: 37

Birthdate: 30th January, Aquarius

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British-American

Religion: Islam

Relationship status: Single (for now (・ω<) hint: it’s Zinnia, my very first oc)

Occupation: MD / Military Psychiatrist; Medic (previously)

Title/Rank: Doctor / Major

Physical appearance:

Complexion: White

Eyes: Light blue

Hair: Blonde

Height: 6′ 3″

Build/body type: Muscular and well-built

Weight: ~210 lbs / 95 kg

Unique trait(s): Polydactyly; 6 fingers on each hand with the 6th one, the pinky finger, being fully functional

Voice Claim: Jason Isaacs

Family:

Oliver Wright (son)

Zinnia Frost (girlfriend for now >:3)

Peter Wright (paternal uncle)

Wilhelmina “Mina” Wright (paternal aunt)

Anthony Winters (cousin)

Emma Winters (cousin-in-law)

Jody Winters (nephew)

His aunt and uncle don’t have children of their own. They raised Winfryd when his parents passed away when he was a child.

Psychology:

Moral alignment: Chaotic Good

Personality: Ambivert, benevolent, kind, sympathetic, open-minded, patient, polite.

Likes: His family, helping people, keeping a strict doctor-patient confidentiality, terrifying his enemies to death.

Dislikes: Those who harm others especially his family & friends, disorderliness, injustice, inequality.

Demonic Characteristics:

Physical appearance: (Since no one knows what demons really look like, my headcanon is that demons have two natural forms; their human form and their demon form. And they can willingly switch between those two forms)

Winfryd’s demonic form consists of:

Tough, pale skin.

Black sclera.

A third eye 👁️ - The ones on his hands aren’t always there. They are a product of his shape-shifting abilities.

Extremely sharp teeth; Unfortunately, his teeth remain same even in his human form.

Forked tongue.

Four long tentacle-like appendages protruding from his upper back. (Inspired by one of my favourite characters in MGS4, Laughing Octopus. I just love her design and how she moves :3).

Two black horns (Can’t have a demon without horns uwu).

Claws.

Powers & Abilities:

A very capable psychiatrist.

Proficient at close-quarters combat.

Knowledge in firearms.

Superhuman strength (not superhuman to the extent of superman. imagine Captain America).

Supernatural Durability.

Is religious himself so not repelled by artefacts or places of religion.

Sharper senses.

Accelerated healing.

Pyrokinesis.

Razor-sharp teeth.

Telescopic vision via third eye.

Human possession.

Can use his tentacles to bludgeon, impale, grab and smash or wrap and crush enemies easily. He can use them to climb and hold on to structures, even walls, ceilings etc and even use them for locomotion.

Claws sharp & strong enough to tear apart bodies without breaking or snapping off.

Umbrakinesis: He can generate and manipulate darkness and travel through shadows and phase through matter. Thus he’s untouchable as a shadowy. Can also draw the shadows to him if in dire need of healing, 

Very acidic blood. Not exactly a power though... It’s said demons bleed fire since they are created from fire but that felt too over the top so I’ll stick with acidic blood.

Shape-shifting: It’s said that all demons can shape-shift to a limit, being able to take form of other humans & animals but Winfryd takes it to a whole other level. He can shape-shift into anything & when he wants to scare his enemies to death, he either appears in their room at night as a shadow figure or turns into eldritch things like these (an expert in body horror >:3):

All in all, Winfryd is a pretty powerful demon, not invincible but more powerful than most. And many things people use, for example the bible, the cross etc don’t work on him because he’s not a “Satanic demon” so to speak. He’s not repelled by religious things. He can even go inside the church and other places of worship.

Weaknesses/Limitations: Now, he may be powerful but that doesn’t mean he has no weaknesses:

Can be forced to reveal his demonic form by those who have knowledge on the occult.

Weak against ultrasonic weapons: Since demons have sharper senses than humans, these weapons would affect them more readily and would do a pretty good job of incapacitating them.

Extremely limited shadow manipulation in both total darkness and total light.

Intangible in his shadow form so can’t deal out any physical damage to his oponent.

No wings so can’t fly.

His pyrokinetic abilities weak against water.

Obsessive-compulsive personality disorder (OCPD): a personality disorder that’s characterized by extreme perfectionism, order, and neatness. People with OCPD will also feel a severe need to impose their own standards on their outside environment.

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Oliver Wright

General:

Full name: Oliver Wright

Nickname(s): Ollie (by Zinnia)

Age: 3

Birthdate: 30th March, Aries

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British-American

Occupation: He’s a baby! >:O

Physical appearance:

Complexion: White; with freckles (cause freckles are cute uwu)

Eyes: Light blue

Hair: Blonde

Height: 2′ 11″

Build/body type: Small toddler

Weight: ~30 lbs / 14 kg

Family:

Winfryd Wright (father)

Zinnia Frost (stepmother; later on uwu)

Peter Wright (great uncle)

Wilhelmina “Mina” Wright (great aunt)

Anthony Winters (uncle)

Emma Winters (aunt-in-law)

Jody Winters (second cousin)

Unknown mother: His mother (also a demon) abandoned him so to speak. When he was born, she wanted to give him away but Winfryd said that he’ll look after the child. That didn’t sit well with her because she never wanted kids and so she made him choose between her and the baby. (Later on, this would be one of the reasons Winfryd will come to love Zinnia so much. That she treats his child, that’s not even her biological child, like her own.)

Psychology:

Moral alignment: Just a smol bebey.

Personality: A very sweet & well behaved little kid, albeit a bit possessive of his stepmom.

Likes: His stepmom i.e. Zinnia, his dad, his great aunt & great uncle, his cousin Jody, playing with building blocks, candies, cartoons, hugs.  Definitely also gonna develop a liking for video games cause of his stepmom :3

Dislikes: Mean people, being yelled at - it scares him qwq, other people hugging or kissing his stepmom even if one of those people happens to be his dad.

Demonic Characteristics:

Physical appearance:

A third eye 👁️, just like his dad.

Yellow eyes.

Tiny lil razor-sharp baby teeth.

Cute lil bat-like wings.

Pointed ears.

Forked tongue.

Two horns (seems to be the right height to ram a person in a certain delicate spot 👀).

Powers & Abilities: Practically a baby so there aren’t much & those that he has aren’t fully developed yet & thus has no control over them:

Pyrokinesis: Ability to create, shape and manipulate fire. However, since Oliver is so young, he’s unable to control it. For now, it’s affected by his emotions for e.g. if he happens to be feeling frustrated, something nearby will spontaneously light on fire.

Adhesion Manipulation: basically can stick to surfaces, walk on walls, ceilings etc. But doesn’t have full control over it either.

Sharper senses.

Accelerated healing.

Very sharp teeth: Will resort to biting anyone who provokes/threatens him.

Acidic blood.

Telescopic vision via third eye.

Not repelled by artefacts or places of religion.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

Physically, he’s as strong as a normal human child so no superhuman strength.

Weak against ultrasonic weapons.

Can be trapped by those who have occult knowledge/practice. (But seriously, who would want to trap this cute lil kid? :’3).

Powers not yet fully developed.

Wings aren’t big enough to enable him to fly. Can only glide for now.

No claws yet.

His pyrokinetic abilities weak against water.

Is a baby so can’t possess.

Can’t pronounce Rs and Ls very well

Is a lil, innocent baby and must be protected at all costs.

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Peter and Mina Wright

General:

Full names: Peter Wright (left) & Wilhelmina “Mina” Wright (right)

Ages:  Peter: 65 & Mina: 60

Birthdates: Peter: 21st March & Mina: 23rd March, Aries

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Genders: Peter: Male & Mina: Female

Pronouns: Peter: He/Him & Mina: She/Her

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British-American

Relationship status: Married to eachother ;3

Occupation: Dentists/Farmers (They met at dental school :3)

Physical appearance:

Complexion: Peter: White & Mina: Light Olive

Eyes: Peter: Light blue & Mina: Green

Hair: Peter: Grey & Mina: Blonde

Height: Peter: 6′ 0″ & Mina: 5′ 6″

Build/body type: Thin but lean, I guess? They’re getting old but they’re demons so still fit

Weight: Peter: ~159 lbs/72 kg & Mina: 117 lbs/53 kg

Voice Claims: (TBD)

Family:

Winfryd Wright (nephew): took him in after his parents’ death when he was a child. Treat him more like a son than a nephew.

Zinnia Frost (niece-in-law later on. Think of her as more like a daughter tbh)

Oliver Wright (grandnephew)

Anthony Winters (nephew)

Emma Winters (niece-in-law)

Jody Winters (grandnephew)

Psychology:

Moral alignments: Neutral Good.

Personality:  kind, sympathetic, open-minded, patient, polite.

Likes: Their family, showing kindness, helping people, their jobs.

Dislikes: Cruelty, rudeness, inequality.

Demonic Characteristics:

Physical appearance:

Peter: Black wings, two horns, sharp teeth.

Mina: Red wings, red horns, sharp teeth.

Powers & Abilities:

Superhuman strength.

Supernatural Durability.

Sharper senses.

Accelerated healing.

Sharp claws & teeth.

Flight.

Acidic blood.

Human possession.

Weaknesses/Limitations:

Weak against ultrasonic weapons.

Can be trapped by those who have occult knowledge/practice.

Lack telescopic vision.

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[monster-of-master]

lfc; Sekh’a Okohwe.

The Basics ––– –

NAME:  Sekh’a Okohwe. AGE:  Late twenties. BIRTHDAY:  Twenty-fifth sun of the first Astral Moon. RACE:  Keeper of the Moon. GENDER: Male. SEXUALITY: Heterosexual, polyamorous. MARITAL STATUS: Single.

Physical Appearance ––– –

HAIR:

Smoky-white, and bound in a neat tail bound by a leather strap, that lets it fall below his shoulder-blades. He keeps a relatively clean head of hair, though its cut is uneven in places and its ends somewhat frayed, as if he trims it with a blade that lost its bite long ago.

EYE:

They stand out, and are likely the first thing that one might notice upon meeting him. An eerily pale yellow shine sees them with a dull glow, and it isn’t uncommon for them to flit around erratically. It's no twitch borne from anxiousness or a lack of focus, but instead a desire to keep the goings-on of his environment tracked and well in the forefront of his mind.

HEIGHT:

Six fulms, or thereabouts.

BUILD:

Bitter conflict and bloody strife are abiding companions in the world beyond the civilized borders of man-made laws, and it was this savage crucible that bore Sekh'a. His shape is that of a consummate hunter, the dedication of his life in pursuit of martial perfection producing a physique trim and toned. Broad of shoulders and sturdy of limbs, with lean musculature packed tightly behind the stretch of swarthy flesh, Sekh'a's build satisfies the condition for an ideal predator's frame, suitable at stalking prey for long stretches of time, which is a source of great pride. From the jaggedly strewn scars that decorate his skin to the coarse, and calloused flesh of his hands, Sekh'a appears both well-seasoned, and well-traveled—and no stranger at all to turmoil.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:

A mask of stygian warpaint smeared across his eyes, and he’s not often—if ever—seen without it. This is one of the few things that he’s meticulous about insofar as his appearance goes.

His wounds are left to heal on their own without the aid of magic to dull pain or whisk away evidence of a misstep, and are seen as a prideful thing, displayed openly. They serve as a roadmap detailing every deed—good or ill—that has shaped his life, and the gnarled, and jagged evidence of past encounters with both man and beast stretch over his arms, belly, and back. Claw, tooth and blade make up the bulk of the unsightly marks that bite into his flesh.

Tattoos are present and compete for territory with the above mentioned scar tissue, though these are far less prominent insofar as quantity. Fanciful line-work of markings that are just as easily mundane as they are magical encircle in his wrists and a wolves fanged and gnashing, bloodied maw that drips from a prior feast, sits over the space atop his right set of ribs.

Personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Hunter, trapper, tracker, collector. HOBBIES:  Cartography, drawing, alchemy, gambling, people-watching. LANGUAGES:  Eorzean common. RESIDENCE: Gridania, presently, though he travels frequently. BIRTHPLACE: Eastern Shroud. RELIGION: Menphina, the Lover. FEARS: Becoming complacent, loss of control, falling into a mundane routine, too much quiet in his life.

Relationships ––– –

SPOUSE: None. CHILDREN:  None. PARENTS: Dead and buried, as far as he’s aware, or keen to speak of. SIBLINGS:  Dead and buried, as far as he’s aware, or keen to speak of. OTHER RELATIVES: None worth discussing. ACQUAINTANCES: Sekh’a keeps the status and identities of those he has dealings with confidential.

Traits ––– –

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathic / unempathic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / uncultured / in between loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between

Additional Information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Flaws

moody | short-tempered (when drunk) | emotionally unstable | whiny controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky

Strengths

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | loyal

RP Hooks ––– –

Trophy Hunter

The thrill of the chase is what truly fuels Sekh'a, be his prey beast or man. Beast slaying and particularly bounty hunting are bread and butter, part and parcel of his life, the latter bringing him contact and working for unsavory individuals. It keeps him flush with coin however, to fund other aspects of his life. Though he ordinarily prefers to work alone—treating this endeavor like it's some intimate and venerated, holy rite—he has been known in the past to take on an accompanying of fellow warriors, if the target is of a particularly volatile nature.

When working with others however, he does demand first choice of trophy, only rarely waiving this perceived 'right'.

Chasing Shadows

When mindless beasts threatening the livelihood of the common folk and debtors skipping town with only the shirts on their backs fail to satisfy the itch, Sekh'a seeks to tackle more vicious prey—voidsent. It's of no surprise then that one of Sekh'a's primary interests is that of that great and fallen empire of eld, Mhach, and the legacy they left behind in this world regarding these otherworldly horrors. A rumor churning within the mill amidst the city-states' occult inclined persons state that there is an individual with an insatiable appetite for such relics, though the reasons behind this search vary person to person, day to day. Some speak of him as some ravenous, maligned beast that seeks to follow in the accursed footsteps of void-mages and demon summoners, gobbling up every speck of forbidden power he can, enslaving these eldritch abominations to do his will. Others describe him as a virtuous—if delusional—soul trying to save the world, by keeping the threat of this collection that he's amassed under stern lock and key. The truth may lie very well somewhere in the middle. Tomes, idols, and other paraphernalia or anything resembling a lead to where such items can be found are said to fetch a heavy purse of gil, they say—or a suitably acceptable trade.

Tribal Roots

Though by and large disassociated with his clan as of late—and rarely chatty about them if asked—some small part of Sekh'a does still enjoy the notion of reconnecting with others still adhering to the lifestyle.

Misfits & Malcontents

Sekh'a opens up to few, and allows even less to glimpse even a glimmer of his personal affairs. These types, however, tend to be the ones that he gets on with most; those that don’t fit into societal norms and who fall through the cracks. Pariahs and those deemed untouchable need look no further in their search of a willing ear to listen to their stories—their great tribulations—and if he's moved enough by them, they might find a helping hand on offer.

OOC Section ––– –

Hello, hi. Here’s the feller that I’m playing primarily on XIV, Crystal datacenter, and he’s going to be occupying this space with his WoW counterpart. Much of my OOC stuff is already detailed and or being added to on my carrd, so I’ll just go ahead and link that.

Link to carrd HERE

[mctionsick]

GUS ALDRIDGE AESTHETIC & STATS

basic information

full name: august “gus” aldridge

nickname(s): gus is the nickname.  gusto affectionally given to him by his sibling.

age: 25-30

date of birth: may 14

hometown: toledo, oh. but moved around frequently so he doesn’t really have a “home town”

current location: new york, ny. (verse dep).

occupation: comedian / podcaster.  verse dep.  

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

orientation: bisexual

religion: agnostic

species: human 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: joe keery

hair colour: brown

eye colour: brown

height: 5 ft 11 in

piercings: n/a

clothing style: thrift store chic.  he loves crazy patterned shirts and socks.  he can wear a completely mismatched outfit and somehow make it look good.  he also just likes to be comfy so lots of crew neck sweatshirts. 

usual expression:

HEALTH

addictions: caffeine is as close as it gets.  

drug use: he’ll smoke pot if it’s offered to him, but he gets too paranoid smoking alone.  

alcohol use: he’s a light weight.  

illness:  general anxiety

PERSONALITY

positive traits: curious, generous, optimistic 

negative traits: stubborn, nosy, tactless 

hobbies: video games, reading, paranormal investigating, collecting comics. 

habits: biting his nails / playing with his hair / various nervous habits 

FAVOURITES

weather: king of sweater weather 

music: he dabbles in a little of everything but he listens to what’s on the radio.  a little lo fi hip hop.  

movies: he loves horror, sci-fi, and comedy the most.  his ideal weekend is binging the lord of the rings trilogy.  

books: comic books, occult books, fantasy books, sci-fi.  he reads a lot and easily goes through a book a week.  

food: anything within an arms reach.  he’s notorious for living off snacking instead of actually making himself a full meal.  he’s far from a picky eater though.  

FAMILY

father: gordon aldridge.  a truck driver who was rarely home but constantly had them moving across the country as he chased work.  a gambling addict who remained neglectful his entire childhood.  occasionally verbally abusive but his sibling would take the brunt of it for him.   

mother: anya aldridge.  passed away when gus was just a baby.  he has no memories of her, but his sibling saved photos of her for them through their many moves.  

siblings: finley aldridge.  3-4 years his senior.  she always looked out for him both at school and at home.  they remained close their entire lives.  

OPEN VARIANT VERSES 

supernatural au.  even in supernatural verses gus tends to the curious human.  

ghost hunter au.  gus hosts a ghost / cryptid tracking youtube show.  

twitch streamer au.  instead of stand up or podcasting gus has found an audience playing video games.  

celeb au.  though he’s a comedian in his main verse this is an au where he’s far more in the public eye.  

apocalypse au.  cannot be trusted with a weapon.  an expert at setting traps.  

[the-mad-runewhisper]

♠Lunethis Runewhisper♠

Basic Information: (If we must..) Full Name: Lunethis Nuit Runewhisper

Lunethis based on Lune, meaning Moon. Nuit meaning Night in French, and finally Runewhisper - inspired by “Ruin”.

Gender: Male Alignment: Chaotic.....everything. Age: ????? Race/Homeland: San’layn Class: Shadow-Weaver (Shadow Priest)

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Character Appearance: Hair: Raven Black Skin: Ashen White Eyes: Frozen Sapphire {Shown Below - Sans the Black}

Height: 7′1 Weight: 150 pounds Markings (Scars, Tattoo's etc): {Black Vipers cover his body tattooed with enchanted ink causing them to swirl and move against his skin, also with the ability to vanish at will.} Physical Features: Tall - Angry - Bat - Looking - Motherfucka’

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Personality: General Happiness:......Happiness? Social Level: Haha, is that a joke? Optimistic/Pessimistic: What do you classify - absolutely does not give a fuck? Positive Personality Traits: Intuitive. Quick Witted. Artistic. Ability to adapt. Negative Personality Traits: Hateful. Homicidal. Furious Temper. Guilty. Misc. Quirks: Great Singer. Plays Violin. Absolutely hates the stupidest things. Religion/Philosophy: HAHAHAHAHA - more jokes amirite? Likes: Death. Wine. A wonderful Tirisfal stroll, well...before Sylvanas PLAGUED IT!! Favorite Foods: People. Foods and Friends!...or was it...the other way? DETAILS! Favorite Drinks: Wine. People. Favorite Colors: The darkest colors of his fucking soul, why so many questions? Dislikes: E V E R Y T H I N G

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General Character Info: Relationship Status: Single Place of residence: Place of Birth: Classified Information Occupation: Occult Collector. Dirty Deed Doer. Group/Guild/Clan affiliation: None Enemies: The World Wealth Status: Pockets so deep it makes Rihanna cry.

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Character Abilities and Proficiency: Shadows. Blood Magic. Aura Reading. A few other “hidden” talents. Favored Weapon: His sword - Vérkirály Weapon SKill: He usually relies on his magic, but is also a very adept swordsman. He certainly does not need his magic to survive in a fight. Magic Abilities: Primarily he weaves the shadows into spells, objects, weapons, what have you...but he has been known to resort to blood magic. On a whole, he believes that mortals are “unworthy” of seeing such a splendorous thing, y’know...typical arrogance. Magic Strengths:He’s very in tune with different auras and can typically read someone’s aura {magical or otherwise} pretty quickly. Obviously in RP situations this may be subjective to the persons ideas for their own character, but usually it’s one of his strong points.

Other Information:

He’s a very dark character, and a great creative outlet for myself as the mun. But he certainly isn’t for the faint of heart. He is 21+ absolutely no exceptions - he is horror based. Dark themes and Mature Content. Overall, he’s a wild card. Enjoy at your own risk <3

[august-d-the-d-boy]

Hi! ♡

Can I also get an ultimate ship with a male, please? ♡

I’m 22 years old and 158cm tall. I’m an INTJ and a virgo :) I’m really interested in history, religion (not being super religious but just seeking for knowledge) and philosophy (e.g. why do we exist? Is there a higher power? Is there an afterlife? etc.). That’s why I study history and religious studies at university. My biggest passion is make up, it’s where i can release my creativity. A lot of fun colours and glitter or a smokey eye, i do every kind of make up. I’m also a huge fan of horror movies and i’m interested in occultism (the spiritual and historical aspect, i don’t belong to any occult group haha). The paranormal in general is really fascinating to me. I’m also a supporter of feminism. I’m a huge believer in equality and tolerance. Everyone is unique in their own way and should be able to express themselves. “Normal” people are boring to me, I much prefer people who are seen as “strange”.

Have a lovely day! ♡

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I ship you with Ravi from VIXX ♡

A few couple things:

him always greeting you with hugging you from behind and kissing the side of your head

him being really excited to show you his tattoos and to tell you what they mean

you challenging him with deep conversations and theories

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Ravi is actually one of my faves so i hope you are as excited about him as me !!!<3

requested by @just-a-random-shawol​

get shipped

[yandere-deredere]

monster boyfriend: beelzebub

a/n: for whumptober 2019: shaky hands and monstertober 2019: demon warning: mentions of religious themes and occult, implied unhealthy relationships, implied touch starvation pairing: beelzebub the demon x gender neutral! reader word count: 2113 summary: Who knew someone could get so lonely that they’d be desperate enough to summon a friend?

“Now, darling, why are you so… nervous?” 

You took a step back, your foot unsteady as it settled against the creaking of the floorboards. Your eyes frantically flickered here and there, trying to find a way to escape or, perhaps, for an object to use.

There was nothing.

In this empty attic filled with only dust and stray boxes, you couldn’t find an exit or a weapon. The only way out was the trap door with the ladder but that was behind it and you wouldn’t be able to duck and maneuver yourself over there.

No, you were trapped and it was all your fault.

You had thought so foolishly that you could play with the books you had found in this musty attic. They were all dumb occult things with hard covers carved with occult symbols, pages lined with gold and paper heavy and expensive. 

You had doubted, at first. Blasphemy and demons weren’t the kinds of things your family members were interested in so you couldn’t help but wonder where these books had come from. Maybe the previous owner of the house? It was a mystery for sure.

You thought nothing of it and read, filling your head with what you had thought were fictional stories or the ravings of a mad lunatic. The books were all about summonings and different demons, about their different hierarchies and their different legends, what they did in the mortal realm, what they were known for. 

It was interesting if not mildly gory. It was the kind of horror that you couldn’t help but continue reading even though you were scared shitless; the kind of horror that made you stay up at night, wondering if the shapes you were making out in the dark were really just your imagination.

Soon, the books held you in a sort of trance. Your curiosity had peaked and, suddenly, your thoughts of ‘Surely, these couldn’t be legit?’ turned into ‘But… what if it was?’. 

Though the thought of them being real would’ve been absolutely macabre, you still couldn’t help but wonder. You had researched certain things in the books and found allusions of them in the Bible as well as other holy texts and history books about the church.

Certainly, if the book was pure fiction, the author was well-read or, at least, researched the topics thoroughly.

Eventually, you found yourself lonely.

You had never been close to your family, not really, so it wasn’t a surprise that you kept drifting away from them. You had always been an introvert and shy so your ideal day was just locked up in your room. It was easy to drift away from people when you rarely saw them outside of maybe dinner and lunch.

There weren’t any friends in the picture, either. You had never been very good with socializing so, other than classmates that you barely spoke to when unprompted, the only human contact you really had were on screens, in TV shows and movies.

You had always been a fan of fantasy and, after Supernatural and god-knows-what other demon/angel shows, the thought of summoning a friend met with your endless curiosity for the books. If they were real, undoubtedly, you could summon one.

Summon a demon.

It should’ve hit you how dumb that was. Selling your soul for a friend was just about the most desperate thing in the world and were you desperate? Were you that lonely? Did you really crave the touch of another thing so much that you’d be willing to do a stupid (probably hokey) ritual? 

The answer was, obviously, yes.

Still, despite your desperation, you still strongly believed that the books were just a fabrication of someone’s imagination, just an exaggeration of religion and what little information it gave on demons and Hell. There was just no way the books were about something real.

So, you went straight to the top. You thought ‘Might as well since it wasn’t even going to work’. You couldn’t summon the leader of Hell itself, of course, so you went one step lower: Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies himself. 

It was surprisingly easy to collect the materials because the book was just so vague. Just blood, never about where it's from. Just a sacrifice, never about if it was alive or not. Just candles, a room, symbols to be painted and carved. 

It was too easy.

“What? Didn’t you… want to see me?” It continued to speak, pulling you out of your thoughts and making your eyes snap away from your surroundings and to the being in front of you.

As it spoke, its mouth forming the words, its lips lush and its teeth sharp, you couldn’t help but notice that its voice was velvet and smooth too. You were smart enough not to fall for things like that, though. You knew all too well that the thing in front of you was made to be perfect.

Well, perfect in a sense. No matter how much it tried to make itself beautiful, to lull you into a sense of false security, there was still something so off about it.

The demon looked like any other man, its build stocky but obviously muscular. Its body was naked, smeared here and there with blood but you couldn’t focus on that out of fear. Either way, it was a normal, very male, body. Its arms ended in normal unclawed fingers, its hair mussed to look effortless but still handsome. Its smile almost seemed genuine, too.

It didn’t matter. There was something about its eyes, something so cold, so lifeless and dead despite the brilliant blue hue. Its smile, though disguised as genuine, was sharp, almost predatory, like a wolf trying to convince a rabbit not to run.

In this scenario, you were, unfortunately, the rabbit.

It stepped closer “You don’t have to tell me what you want. I know what you want and I’ll give it to you, free of charge.”

You shook your head, taking another shaky step back. There was no way it’d give you what you wanted for free. After all, the book had warned you. Demons never did anything for free. No matter what it was, no matter how little the request, they always took something as payment.

“Okay, you’re right, sweet thing, there is something I want in exchange.” It grinned wider, taking another step closer “Trust me, though, it aligns with what you want so, really it’s not payment at all.”

You couldn’t find your voice. Instead, you continued to stare, frantic at the thought that it was reading your mind. You hadn’t said anything since it had crawled out of the bloody portal you had painted onto the floor so the fact that it had just countered a thought in your head made you scared. 

The demon chuckled, its laugh rumbling and deep and almost sinful the way it sent a tingle down your spine “Don’t be scared, darling. The mind-reading thing is just a side effect of the summoning. We’re tied together now, you and me.”

You took another step back and he took two steps forward “You can block your thoughts, don’t worry. I’ll teach you how or those silly little books will tell you.”

You didn’t like how it implied that it would be staying.

“Of course I’d be staying. You’ve summoned me and I’m here to make your…” It chuckled again though, this time, it felt more like it was in on a joke you weren’t a part of “...wish come true.”

You shook your head, trying your hardest to force words out of your throat, except, your mind jumbled and you couldn’t get anything out. 

You didn’t want to say anything just in case it was the wrong thing to say. One misconstrued word could lead to a decapitated head or your soul sucked right out of you. It was a demon, something from Hell, with supernatural powers that would put fictional demons to shame.

As a result, you didn’t think it’d have any qualms with torturing you if you had happened to offend it. As one of the Princes of Hell, it had surely seen its fair share of slaughter and carnage. You had even read that it would often incite wars and bring men to murder.

If it could do that without even a shred of pity or sympathy, if it could see blood shed and families torn apart and men killed for nothing, it could surely crush you under the heel of its foot without hesitation.

So, you struggled, throat constricting so tightly that nothing could come out. You wanted to tell him to leave, that you hadn’t thought your actions through, that you didn’t want to be fooled by a demon because you were so vulnerable. Yet, the words wouldn’t leave your mouth.

You tried harder, mouth stuttering, words stumbling over your lips into something incomprehensible. Your eyes watered as you continued to struggle.

You were scared of him. Of course, you were. 

It could kill you, end your life, yes, that was true. That wasn’t what you were scared of, though.  Dying wasn’t something you feared and, instead, you welcomed it. There were things worse than death, after all, and, now that you’ve summoned him, you knew of them, have read them from those cursed books. 

An eternity in Hell, tortured by your worst nightmares, would scare anyone.

And, maybe, that wasn’t the only thing you were scared of. Maybe the reason you were so scared of other people, of reaching out and befriending and building relationships, was also the same reason you were scared of it. 

A rough hand pressed against your skin, fingers encircling your upper arm. Your struggle died abruptly and your vision cleared to see that it had taken several steps towards you and that it stood there, only one step away.

The coldness in its eyes gave way to something indecipherable.

“Darling, I won’t hurt you.” The demon’s voice was still smooth, still velveteen, but the seductive tone in it was replaced with something soft and comforting “I promise, I swear, I won’t.”

You knew a promise from a demon was something of an unbreakable vow so you nodded to show you believed It.

It let go of your arm and, suddenly, you craved its touch like some sort of starving man. It had been so long since you had felt a hand so calloused but soft and a touch so strange but gentle. 

Instead of completely pulling away, though, it took another step forward and its chest pressed against yours, its skin pressing against the cloth of your t-shirt. It reached down and took your hands.

You hadn’t even noticed that your hands had been shaking. Now, as it held them so loosely in its own, you noticed every tremble of your fingertips and every quake of your palm.

It held your hands tighter, fingers interlocking with yours. It pressed itself closer, the pressure of its chest against yours heavier. It felt warm, almost inhumanly so, but you leaned in anyway, your skin yearning for more touch, more contact, more warmth.

It let go of your hand, wrapping its arm around your waist to pull you closer. It leaned forward, allowing you to curl up against it, face pressed into its neck. You wrapped an arm around its neck to pull it even closer. There was a soft rumble as if you were cuddling with a giant cat instead of a murderous demon.

“I told you, I can make your wishes come true.” The demon whispered temptations against your ear, its breath just as inhumanly warm as its body “I can make the loneliness go away.”

You bit back a whimper, knowing that your desperation would make any price feel like a bargain and it continued, its arm tightening even more “All I want in return is you; all of you, every single part of you, dedicated to me.”

“Say it. Say my name, say you’re mine.”

Your grip on its hand tightened and your arm around its neck pulled it closer. You mumbled the words as if shy and scared which, really, you were “B-Be-Beelzebub… I-I’m yours.” 

“And stop referring to me in your head like I’m an inanimate object. Anything else will do but I’m not an it or a thing.” It-- He-- They chuckled and you could feel the vibrations of it against your chest “I’m yours and you’re mine.”

Your nod sealed the deal and you burrowed yourself deeper into its arms. The searing pain on your back confirmed it: you were branded as theirs and you would be for god-knows-how long. 

[draconida]

Shance Fic Recs

Well, while I was in my AO3 profile, I realized how many bookmarks I have! So I've decided to make fic recommendation lists.   [This list will have other parts, and I include fics with Kuro and Sven]

1- Black to Blue by PuppetMaster55

Lance, the undisputed (no longer, since he finally got the team to stop questioning his position like a month ago) leader of Voltron finds himself in the absolute strangest scenario: being the Blue Paladin.

Lance, still finding his place on team Voltron, wakes up to the weirdest world: one where he's the Black Paladin.

OR, I take a universe where Lance was always the Black Paladin and have him swap bodies with canon Lance, throwing both sets of teams for a trip.

[This fic is the beginning of a series in process, super recommended]

2- Black & Blue by starboyshiro (this author writes a lot of love to Shiro)

“Something wrong, babe? Did you have a bad day or something?” Shiro asks, plopping down on the couch next to Lance.

“Nothing happened, I'm just looking at all of these cute cats thinking about how much I want one, but can't have one.” Lance frowns, resting his head on Shiro's shoulder as he continues to scroll through Instagram.

Shiro can't stand to see his boyfriend upset. That's been a proven fact since Day One of their relationship. It's only natural that when Lance mentions his disappointment at never owning a cat, Shiro goes above and beyond to cheer him up…

3- I Fold by starboyshiro [Explicit]

“Do you even know who I am?”

“Am I supposed to?”

“Most people around here do.”

An intense poker game turns into a rather steamy night. Can this scrawny grad student handle the force of the famous journalist Takashi Shirogane?

4- Is That A Bowl Of Popcorn In Your Lap Or Are You Just Happy To See Me? by munchiesafterdark [Explicit]

“How many bags should I do?” Shiro called, waving the four unopened packs in his hand at Lance questioningly.

“I think two should be fine,” Lance shrugged. “We can always pop more if… we…” He trailed off, train of thought vacating the station as Shiro turned his back to him to put the remaining packs of popcorn into the cabinets. His hips swayed to an unheard rhythm, defined muscles flexing as he reached up and slid the popcorn into place on the top shelf. Lance’s eyes trailed down to the V of his back, the sweats hanging low enough for him to spot the curve of his round ass. Yet another anomaly of those pants was the manner in which they accentuated his bottom while still remaining baggy around his legs.

The obnoxious ding of the microwave nearly startled Lance out of his skin. His shift on the couch must have been audible, Shiro raised a brow at him over his shoulder, a cocky smirk crossing his lips as he leaned over to retrieve the finished bag of popcorn.

Fuck, he was toying with him! Well, two could play that game!

5- Nasty Smoothie by strawberrylovely

Lance works in a smoothie shop. Twice a week, a certain customer comes in and orders a nasty smoothie. Lance is head over heels.

6- A Hit and A Miss (tletoe) by strawberrylovely

Basically, Lance goes to a party with Hunk and blows his friend a kiss. However, he wasn’t expecting the cute stranger standing in front of Hunk to think the kiss was for him.

7- you should let me (love you) by godsensei

There’s something in the bathtub. Suddenly, Lance is pissed at his past self for watching so many horror movies with creepy shower scenes. He’s certainly too young and beautiful to die like this, right?

Right, totally.

He hesitates, but creeps forward, peeking slowly behind the curtain.

Hm. There’s a hot guy in there.

8- just call me daddy by proletaricat [Explicit and omegaverse]

It's the typical a/b/o story - someone's off their suppressants, surprise heats, bam sex! Except this time Lance escapes capture with the help of Hunk and Shiro has to apologize for his behavior later, interrupting Lance in the middle of his Altean telenovela. Then they bang. It's... it's basically just a PWP with daddy kink and knotting.

9- Sometimes Playing Around with the Occult Can Turn Out Well (Like... REALLY well) by gorgawesome [Explicit]

Lance had the best costume prepared for this Halloween Party. He was totally gonna slay and finally get laid for the first time in MONTHS!

Except it's Halloween Night and he's stuck looking after the family bookstore, because local robberies or something. Honestly? He was too busy pouting to be listening.

Can an awful, boring night turn for the better? Yes. Yes, it can.

10- I found religion between your thighs by KillTheDirector [in process]

He had been topside for over four decades, enjoying the freedom he never had down in the pit. Routines were established then broken then reestablished, but Shiro abided by them because that’s what kept him alive.

Then he met a witch that was more suited to being an incubus than him.

11- One Symbol Off by Silas_Writes [Explicit]

anonymous whispered: Incubus/succubus shiro and witch lance use summoning circles and potions inappropriately

12- To Seduce the Seducer by singtolife [Explicit]

At a college party, Shiro meets Lance, and they hit it off immediately. Only to find out after they have sex that this amazingly sexy guy was a little too good to be true.

13- Blue Skies in Stockholm by Shanced [Explicit, non-con and Kuro]

Lance gets captured by Shiro (who was fused with Kuro by Haggar) and the rest is self indulgent kinky sex. Lance gets raped and wrecked by Shiro and develops Stockholm syndrome, or the likes of it, Shiro can apparently unfuse with Kuro and they have a really good time.

14- Treadmill by kitausu

At 2 minutes of torture in, Lance heard the buzz/click noise of someone’s electronic key activating and opening the door to the gym. And of course, because this was Lance’s life, Hunk had pushed him onto a treadmill with a mirror right in front, affording him an absolutely stunning view of the man walking through the door.

Had Lance loved till now? He was pretty sure that he had never even felt an emotion before seeing the beautiful male specimen reflected beside his face in the mirror.

or, Lance waxes poetic about Shiro's everything, and Hunk set it all up in the first place.

15- Black & Blue & Red All Over by thesynapticsnap

When Lance shows up to the gym with a limp and covered in bruises, Shiro assumes the worst (spoiler: It’s nothing bad! Nor anything kinky, surprisingly).

16- Car Door Blues by ShiekahKami

Shiro never would have expected that accidentally knocking that cute guy out could change his life for the better.

17- Give It a Shance by YonaDawn [in process]

The domestic life of Shance. At least until they become Twitter and Youtube famous. Then it's a wild domestic life.

18- Bowling for Balls? by EllaAniMine

They were just supposed to be bowling... It was harmless fun, or it was supposed to be.

Lance thought he was being funny, but a message that was supposed to be a joke was sent, and now Lance isn't laughing.

19- llévame si quieres by kalakauuas

Shiro takes his dogs to the park and meets the world’s cutest uncle and his niece.

"Lance and his little niece, petting Shiro’s dog, looking soft and serene; it’s like nothing could ever be truly wrong in the world if this is able to happen. What Shiro wouldn’t give to have this sight in front of him over and over again. He scratches Sirius behind the ears, and gets a reassuring lick in return as an act of solidarity. You’ve got this. Man’s best friend, for real."

20- (Mg,Fe2+)2(Mg,Fe2+)5Si8O22(OH)2 by starboyshiro

Lance and Shiro decided to expand their little family and adopt a dog. What they name him is rather questionable.

21- You're Worth More by AbandonedLibrary

Lance wanted to prove his pod his worth after that jackass rolo came in with black pearls in hand.

As the pearl expert in the group he needed to keep his name sake.

Though... Lance learned there are things worth more than pretty pearls.

22- Curiosity Caught a Cat by c0cunt

Shiro has been distancing himself from his friends and family for a long time. All he really has now is Matt's cat, Zekrom. At least, until a man crashes into his balcony to pet his cat.

23- Head Over Heels by saecchii [Kemonomimi and Explicit]

Shiro gains a new roommate, who he is absolutely smitten with.

24- Stray Cats by kitausu

Lance is really enamored with the cute guy who keeps coming into his pet store and buying WAY too much cat food.

or, Shiro moves into a new apartment and sees how many strays there are in the parking lot and just HAS to feed them.

25- Kiss the Bees by kitausu

Lance is smitten with the beekeeper next door.

26- BlueVoice by kitausu [Explicit]

Lance runs a relatively popular voice RP blog and one day hears his own voice coming out of the headphones of the really hot guy next to him at the gym.

27- Change of Plans by kitausu

When Shiro is left at the alter, he decides to go on his honeymoon alone. Enter Lance, the man Shiro had hired to take him and his would-be bride on a month long tour of Europe.

28- To The Grooms by AChapterCanBeABook

There is no better way to celebrate the best day of your life than reminiscing with the people who you love the most and who have been with you through nearly every step in your life. Let's not forget a little bit of embarrassment which goes along with best men speeches, especially if your best man is your brother and the other best man is his accomplice in this whole thing. nevertheless, it doesn't fail in livening up a wedding as well as making in just that much more sentimental.

29- Tell the Truth by thesynapticsnap

Lance is bitten by a 'love bug', turning him into a blushing, stammering mess around his crush- Shiro. Shiro helps him deal with the negative side effects, learning more about Lance's crush and considering his own feelings as they talk.

30- Guess Again by thesynapticsnap

Keith confronts Lance about something he witnessed during a team mind-melding exercise…too bad he’s got the wrong culprit.

31- Smooth by thesynapticsnap

Lance’s first meeting with Shiro doesn’t go as planned – it turns out so much better than he expected.

32- Blind Date by kitausu

“What’s the crisis? I thought you had a blind date? Didn’t go well?”

Lance wailed, collapsing into the couch with a dramatic sigh.

“Yesss, Hunk. He’s too handsome. He’s just so hot. You would not believe what he did to me. I still can’t believe it.”

or, Lance goes on a blind date and can't handle how hot Shiro is.

33- SandMan by Might_suck_but_thats_ok

Shiro goes on a blind date with Lance.

34- Lucky by zombiegardener

Shiro accidentally tells Keith that he's dating one of his frenemies from high school over a Saturday morning phone call, because how is this his life?

35- Boundaries by zombiegardener

It's really hard to keep a relationship secret when you're making out in the middle of a hallway.

36- beauty queen on the silver screen (living life like i'm in a dream) by heavenlyrare

What do you give to someone who already holds the world in their palms?

OR

The sweaters Shiro’s mom knits him every Christmas actually serves a greater purpose for once.

37- Text Me by strawberrylovely

Shiro, trying to get away from two girls who won't stop flirting with him, sits down next to a stranger who he pretends is his boyfriend. The stranger, who has pretty blue eyes, goes along with it.

38- Undateable by strawberrylovely

Lance just wishes someone would date him. Shiro offers to do just that.

39- Black Friday by strawberrylovely

Lance is gonna get that stand mixer. Unless of course a handsome stranger gets to it first.

40- Midnight Tradition by strawberrylovely

Lance goes to a New Years party and meets a guy named Shiro. They may be strangers, but they kiss at midnight anyway. After the party, Lance doesn’t think he’ll ever see Shiro again. That is until the next New Years party when the two meet again and a tradition starts.

Parts 1 / 2 / 3

[carlkrogen]

Dr. Carl Krogen

The basics ––– –

NAME: Dr. Carl Krogen

AGE: He’s an adult. Age is just a number after you're 18.

BIRTHDAY: May 31

RACE: He looks Forsaken.

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual, mostly

MARITAL STATUS: Single

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

Face Claim: 

His Outer Look: Karl Kroenen Hellboy (2004)

His Current Face: Tom Hiddleston Crimson Peak “Ghost Tomas”

His Old Face: Tom Hiddleston.

physical appearance ––– –

HAIR: White

EYE: Yellow

HEIGHT: 6′0

BUILD: Thin

DISTINGUISHING MARKS:  None that can be seen under his mask and suit.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: He is always wearing an air filtration system and cat suit of sorts. He normally can’t be seen with out either of them, less common are his bladed tonfas. 

Personal ––– –

PROFESSION: Doctor, Relic hunter, Occult researcher.

HOBBIES: Reading (Fiction and non fiction). Music. Dancing. Drawing. Learning about history.

LANGUAGES: Common, Orcish, can read several dead languages.

RESIDENCE: Where ever is closest to his work

BIRTHPLACE: Lordaeron

RELIGION: None

PATRON DEITY: N/A

FEARS: Death. Being forgotten. Losing his loved ones all over again.

Relationships ––– -

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Lucinda and Mathius Krogen (both dead)

SIBLINGS: He had four elder brothers, all of them are now dead.

OTHER RELATIVES: None that matter, but always up for distant relatives.

ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: @olivia-lovecraft (Rival Relic hunter)

Traits ––– -

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathic / unempathic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / uncultured / in between.

loyal / disloyal / unknown / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown / in between.

additional information ––– –

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Looking for: More Relic hunters he can either team up with or be the enemy for. Every Indiana Jones needs a rival archeologist going after the same stuff. He is also looking for people who don’t mind dabbling in the occult, void magic, and all other sorts of weird stuff.

RP Style: I like to feel people out on Tumblr first, if our first RP goes well then I normally shoot my discord and RP there. Carl is in game on Wrymrest Accord, but he’s on Horde side and my in game time is normally limited since I am normally at the whims of what my family needs. Discord though I’m normally pretty quick to respond unless I’ve utterly forgotten.

Limits: I don’t do RPs about kids getting hurt, same with sexual assault. I have a problem with eyes being hurt and graphic descriptions of that is something I can’t really stomach. Most other body horror I can do though.