#rose’s ghoul lore

[roseheartss]

Rain with his arms securely around Dewdrop just listening, holding him tight. Dewdrop quietly voicing his every thought knowing if he says them to someone he’ll hear how silly he sounds. Rain never judges him for it. He could never. He knows how much Dew struggles to rationalize his own thoughts from the intrusive ones. He’ll sit all night with his fire lily if Dew will have him. If it keeps Dewdrop safe and healthy, his mind at ease even just for a short while, Rain would go to the end of the world and back.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Night of the Witch

Papa IV x(implied) Witch!reader

SUMMARY: myths have always circulated the ministry but copia only really believes in one about a witch

Warning: talk of death and dying copia being lowkey a hopeless romantic,

(Before I disappeared off the face of the earth, I really wanted to write some sort of eternal lovers/rediscovered lovers, and now, hahaha, now I have the chance! does this fit lore? No, i dont think so, but Baba booie, also if this does good, feel free to request past Papa versions of this)

Didn't have the motivation to finish this completely but New ghost song made me wanna post so

Enjoy!~

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The rumors started with the very first Emtertis who led the clergy and a witch who acompinied him. Of course, it was implied that the reason for his life cycle ending was due to their relationship. He fell in love with the witch, neglecting his duties to the church for her, leading to both their executions. The witch forced to watch her lover die infront of her as she was later burned at the steak. It was speculated that before the witch died she swore to return in the next life to right the wrongs and help and guide the next papa to come. This was known as the night of the witch.

Copia had heard this story more than once through his life. It was one he found particularly amusing, even partaking in the witches ritual every year. He liked to say he didn't believe in it. However, even he knew that every now and then, some heart-felt message would slip through the cracks in the form of a song a song dedicated to one of his brothers' former "dark muse"

It started with Elizabeth inspiring his eldest brother through opus and upon his passing she was over come with grief and passed along side him. No one really knew her, where she came from or when her and Primo got together.

When Secondo rose to power, he met his, he kept their relationship more private it was rumored amongst the ghouls at the time that not only was she Elizabeth back from the dead to be reunited with an emeritus.but Zombie Queen was about her. In the end, they met the same fate as the two before them.

And of course, it was no secret that Terzo was a ladies' man, to say the least. But when he met cirice, things were different. The rumors were still prevalent she was the reincarnate of the last here to help spread the message and inspire terzo. Of course, like Primo. There was no denying it when Cirice was written who it was for. She passed before terzos...unfortunate passing.

There was no denying each woman's feeling for each papa, and no doubt the feeling was returned. In copias mind, it was clear the night of the witch wasn't just a silly myth. It was no coincidence that his three formers would all happen to meet a beautiful woman who helped him through his life cycle.

The myth did end up growing a few years before primos rule. It grew into a holiday of sorts where everyone would come together in the ballroom in a masquerade style party. The night was mainly an excuse to gourge yourself on wine and food and to dance your cares away. For some, it was an excuse to try and make a pass at the current papa. By playing into the myth by claiming they were the witch. The night ended, usually with a senseless ritual said to "raise the dead".

Copia did actually enjoy the festivities for those exact reasons and would offten find hinself wondering if maybe he'd get a muse now that he was Papa, the ministry could be lonely, and he wondered what it was like to have the company of someone else. He wanted to feel what it was like to love someone so much that they inspired music within you, even if it was for a short time before his time passed.

As the night approached, he felt an eerie air surrounding him. He tossed and turned at night, and when he was awake and walking through the ministry, he felt eyes on him

"I've been having these dreams." Copia opened up to sister imperator in the ball room just before their patrons arrived for the festivities She hummed in response as he followed her through the large room, checking over everything, making sure it was adequate. "Of a woman... they feel like memories... I can't quite make her out, but I can feel her presence. I can see...her eyes they're familiar, they know me." Copia said.

"Cardi..your just letting the day get to you." She said, waving his woes off.

"Si, but what if-"

"Cardi, relax it's was just a dream, now let's get ready guests will be arriving soon."

A storm brewed outside lighting stuck lighting up the room as he left to get himself ready.

It was a perfect night to raise the dead.

Guests arrived in varying costumes and masks, arms full of gifts and offerings they would throw into a large pile. Usually, the ghouls would go through it at the end of the night, taking whatever treasures their heart desired.

Lightning stuck outside, and the rain began to pour down hard the people inside laughing carelessly with each other, unaware of the outside world.

All while in the grave yard just outside the earth moved split as a hand pushed through the soil, reaching around aimlessly, attempting to gain its baring to lift the body it was attached to out of the ground.

Your body snapped and cracked into place as you pushed the dirt from off of you and, as you clawed at the growned, pulling yourself up from the damp soil. Your head swelled as you rose to your feet. You couldn't grasp a single, though. Not of who you were or where. Your head was filled with fog and hushed whispering voices chattering about something you couldn't make out. If you could think straight or even at all, you'd assumed you'd been dead for years.

You look up through the gaps in the trees above you at the full moon, peeking out from the storm clouds as the rain came down on your face washing the dirt from your dress and skin.you closed your eyes at the rain hit you Breathing in the night air.

Despite all this, you knew one thing.

You where hunting for something.

Someone.

You couldn't pull who from the tangle mess in your brain, but you knew you'd know for certain when you found them your heart ached for them.Your feet walked with a mind of their own as you seemingly aimlessly wandered out of the graveyard to the ministry that stood tall the tip of it peeking through the trees. It called to you.

Copia found himself bored at the event, his thoughts wondering to his dreams. Even as patrons of the church came to engage in conversation with him, he couldn't focus on it. He was haunted by the dream all night. He nodded thoughtless as a sister of sin confessed something to him that he couldn't focus on when he noticed the lights flickering as new body step into the room.

You found a sense of relief and familiarity wash over you as you stepped into the ministry the ballroom alive and well with church patrons a sight you remembered well as you scanned the room finding a pile of offering laid in a neat pile across the room from where you stood above it a picture of you with a face you hadn't owned in years.

Your eyes scanned the room in awe, white nightgown making you glow in the sea of dark clothed parties goer. Copias eyes locked onto you. You were like a spirit that had wondered in. Your eyes finally landed on him, tilting your head in curiosity at him. He brushed off the girl talking to him, staring at you he felt drawn to you like his feet had a mind of their own.

A couple tried to escape the crowd, cut in front of him as they passed he realized you were gone from the spot where you were in. He spotted you again, ducking between people. Your eyes never seeming to leave his.

You were toying with him in a game of cat and mouse. He found him self giddy with anticipation spinning around the room trying to find you The two of you engaged in your own dance around eachother through the crowd as he tried to reach you only for you to be pulled away unexpectedly He stopped when you seemed to vanish into thin air.

"Do I look like your girlfriend?" You voice startling him from behind. A slight giggle present after he jumped.

"Eh no no...sorry! you just seem so familiar." He said embarrassed as you seemed to circle him his body following you, entranced by you.

"I don't look like a ghost, do I?" You asked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. "Si..." He said, shaking his head and realizing what he said. "I mean No!"

You laughed a low, cool tone. "Care to dance?" You extended a hand to him. His hand slid into yours without a second thought. Even through his gloves, he could feel how cold your hands were. You pulled him into the crowd of people. He was completely bewitched by you as you led the dance. "Who..are you again?..I feel as if we've met before."

"You don't know yet?" You tilted your head, your hand sliding from his shoulder to the nape of his neck playing with his hair. Your eyes slid up to meet his."After all this is my party." It was the first time he'd gotten a really good look at your eyes.

His eyes widened with realization.

"I've been dreaming of you.I feel like I've known you my whole life."

"In a sense you have, I've known you a very long time,.. I know you very well, copia...I've waited so long to get to you.." You said whispering so only he could hear as you reached up to brush some of his hair away. He felt his heart leap into his throat, and it began to pound loudly it was the only sound he could hear besides your voice.

"Are you really real?" He asked he still couldn't wrap his head around the stories being true and you still seemed like a ghost to him.

You nodded slowly. "I'm here for you, copia." You leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "See, I'm real." His lips tingled. It was like he was like he was floating as you pulled him from the noise filled room into the hall. "We have much to discuss my dear."

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Your Vampire: Chapter Two

I Feel Pretty

(Max Phillips x f!reader)

Words: 1, 341

Summary: Max Phillips, your friend and boss, is surprised to find out you know he’s a vampire

Warnings: a whole lot of vampire lore in this chapter, no y/n, reader has nickname Garland, Max in a state of undress

Check out masterlist here

“How do you know so much about vampire lore?”

“It’s called reading.”

Sitting across from you on his luxurious couch while talking about being a vampire was not something Max was expecting today.

When he opened his luxury coffin from the floor in his basement, he was surprised to find you standing there. He was more surprised you didn’t run off screaming or fainting dead away. You stood there very calmly for one confronted with a vampire.

“So, I’m a vampire.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I-wait, you do?”

You shrugged, “It wasn’t that hard to work out.”

He made his way out of the coffin, “Brains and beauty; always knew there was a reason to love you. As my executive assistant.”

“Hey, everyone else is too dumb to notice.”

“Huh,” he closed the door in the floor. “You’re not scared I’ll kill you or something?”

You looked at him in his dark red silk pyjamas, “If you were going to kill me, you would have done it by now.”

“Good point,” he suddenly noticed you were standing in his basement. “Wait, what are you doing down here?”

“I was exploring.”

“You are supposed to be resting,” he gently picked you up like it was nothing. Now you knew that it was due to his being a vampire.

“Now, it’s either the bed or the couch.”

“Actually, I need the bathroom.”

“Fine,” he headed towards the bathroom, you still in his arms.

“Hey, I’m fine to walk the small distance. I don’t need supervision in the bathroom.”

Thanking him as he put you down, it suddenly occurred that you have been festering on the couch for too long. You lifted up an arm and gave yourself a sniff.

“Damn, I need a shower. I must stink!”

“You smell like roses to me.”

Snorting out a laugh, you made your way into the bathroom.

One shower and change of clean clothes later, you poured yourself a bowl of cereal and plopped on the couch. Max came down the spiral staircase now in his suit pants and shirt. He sat opposite you on the couch.

“So, you’re a vampire,” you said after a while.

“Yup.”

“Was that after college?”

“Well, after I was kicked out of our college, I went to this one in Romania. They had a unique approach to learning.”

“They turn all their students into vampires?”

“Not all of them, just their best students like me,” he smiled. “It’s surprisingly hard to turn people into vampires,” you looked at him in confusion. “If you do a normal turn, you’ll end up with a lesser vampire, they’re called ghouls. Well, we’re not allowed to call them ghouls anymore. They formed a union back in…”

“Max, you’re rambling.”

“So a true vampire,” Max continued. “Is one that can pass as a human and they are a lot harder to make.”

“It is? So if I wanted to be a vampire,” you started.

“You want to be a vampire?”

“If I wanted to be a vampire,” you reiterated. “How would I go about it?”

“Well,” he paused and got up. “Do you mind if I get myself something?”

“No, go ahead.”

“Do you want tea? I’ve got Darjeeling or green.”

“Sure,” you watched Max as he wandered about the kitchen. He pulled open the fridge and took out a bag of blood from the now-not secret location. He took out two mugs and filled one with blood and put a tea bag in the other.

“You���d need to get a vampire with at least one hundred years on them. And they would have to be assessed. And you’d have to undergo a medical and psychological assessment. So, there’s a lot of paperwork involved. And I hate paperwork.”

“I know, that’s why I do all your paperwork.”

“That’s why I love you. As my executive assistant,” He put the mug of blood in the microwave and turned on the kettle.

“There is another way to make a true vampire,” The microwave pinged as the kettle whistled

“There is?”

“Yeah, it’s some old vampire legend that says if a vampire finds their blood-mate, they can become a true vampire.” His back was to you, but you could still hear him.

“A blood-mate?”

“It’s like a vampire soul mate.”

“That’s a dumb name.”

“I know.”

“So how do you know you’ve found your vampire soulmate? Are there matching birthmarks?”

“There’s signs I’m sure, but it’s just a legend,” he coughed something that wasn’t stuck in his throat, and handed you a mug. “Wait, wrong one.”

He took back the one in your hand and handed you the right one. After he took a satisfying sip, he continued.  “Anyways, you must be bored with all this vampire stuff.”

“Oh no, I’m very fascinated. I’ve got a million questions for you.”

“Are you going to interview this vampire?”

“Heck yeah.”

“I should have made a PowerPoint,” he mumbled.

“My first question is: do you have a reflection?”

“Of course, I’m not missing out on seeing this gorgeous face in the mirror.”

“Can you turn into a bat?”

“And ruin this suit?”

“Wait, I’ve seen you out in the sun? Would that not hurt you?”

“Oh my dear, you are thinking Nosferatu, not Bram Stoker.” You tilted your head in question. “Sunlight only harms a lesser vampire but merely weakens a true vampire. Midday sun is the worst which is why I avoid it.”

“So no tropical vacations for you?”

“I wouldn’t be sunbathing. You can enjoy the sunshine while I stay in the shade.”

“Taking me on a tropical holiday, are you?”

Max shrugged and put his empty mug on the coffee table. “Why not? You deserve a tropical holiday.”

“I do. And I’ve got some vacation time saved up,” you mused at the thought of. “So, to continue the interview: Can you cross running water?”

“Of course I can.”

“Don’t you need soil or something?”

He paused the knotting of his tie, “How do you know so much about vampire lore?”

“It’s called reading.”

He made a noise that he was impressed. “No, we don’t need our native soil to slumber in. We just need to sleep close to earth during sunlight hours to replenish ourselves. Besides, transportation of soil involves a lot of paperwork.”

You bemoaned his hatred of paperwork and continued, “What about the counting thing?”

“What counting thing?” He started putting on his shoes.

“The one where to stop a vampire, you spread out a bunch of rice or something and the vampire is compelled to count every grain until the sun rises.”

“I have never heard of that one.”

“That’s why The Count on Sesame Street counts everything.”

He popped his head up in surprise, “Are you comparing me to a Muppet?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted.” He got up and started putting on his vest and suit jacket.

“So what about the silver thing?”

“The silver thing?”

“The silver thing in that it repels vampires.”

“Oh, that was just a rumour created by a vampire.”

“It was?”

“Yeah, I think they had stock in silver or something and wanted to make it valuable, so the rumour was created.”

“That’s wild. It’s like those people who created the myth that diamonds are special.”

“They are a girl’s best friend.”

“No, Max, I think you’re my best friend.”

“Really? Me?” He shook his head. “I have to go into the office.”

“Aw,” you whined. “But I have more questions.”

“All in good time, my pretty.”

As he was leaving, he kissed the top of your head. It was such a quick, casual gesture neither of you noticed it until it had passed. There was a delay in the realisation for both of you. Max momentarily forgot where he left his keys, even though they were in its usual place. And then he forgot where he left the front door, but he made it out eventually. You didn’t notice as you just sat on the couch feeling confused but also content.

Lovingly tagging @chaithetics @cevans-is-classic @galaxyedging @letsgobarbs @peepawispunk @missladym1981 @kirsteng42 @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @ericamarie093 @yorksgirl @popcornforone @allthe-ships @clowncummiess @ellenmunn

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[airprime7]

The opening to William Shakespeare's Homestuck

Narrator: Welcome one and all to this good story, Of which we do entitle, Homestuck, so. Joinst thee on this journey, he our hero, This young man who doth in his bedroom stand. It just so happens that this day, which one Shall learn is April's Ides; thirteenth this month, Of Jesus' years ist nine and doubly thousand; Is the date o' birth that this man has. Lo, His age is young; twas but thirteen years, ere He wert given such life, as he has now Yet only on this day dost he receive The name he shall be known by for e'er more! Hark! Doth one in thine ranks, o' audience, Wish to provide the name for this young man? Anon, please give us forth this name, posthaste! Audience member: I doth this name give: Zoosmell Pooplord Narrator: What? Sayst "Zoosmell Pooplord"? "Zoosmell Pooplord", such? Dost mine ears myself deceive or wert thy  Speak unto this boy the name, thy request Be Zoosmell Pooplord? Audience member: 'Deed. Narrator: Prithee, Recall once more that this be not one such Our author, Shakespeare's, much fame'd Comedies. Tis a tale of Tragedy and sorrow! One the likes of thou has ne'er previous seen Such dost once more I call upon this crowd. What be the name of this young man standst hence? A different audience member: Wherefore he not take the name of kings? So, Name'd John, and of fam'ly Egbert. Narrator: such, John Egbert his name shall truly be, e'ermore. Shall now we move on t'ward narrative fair That's hence to be presented? We'll start, now With where we lay our scene. Stands John in room, His date of birth upon us, and scatter'd There 'round, pastries fine and plenty. Display'd Upon his walls, in'trests such so as these. Performance by the Rose (there hence, poor); The op'rating devices future, low In success; ghouls, their lore and stories so; Further, tricks of conjurers o' stage; and Lastly dost John employ in'trest in games.

[kaidlo]

HEY YOU! Yeah, you! Get over here.

Happy birthday and uh Happy New Year. *throws some Fallout Louisiana lore at you*

Do I have multiple projects and assignments to do? Yes. Am I going to make up lore for an entire region in the Fallout universe for fun? Also yes. (I am on the Autism spectrum.)

I’m gonna dub this pet project “Fallout 5” and refer to it for ease of reference, but if I made this into a real game, I’d call it Fallout 5: Old Orleans so it could be somewhat of a spiritual successor to Fallout: New Vegas 😋

Anyways, the map unsurprisingly spans across New Orleans up to northern Louisiana, the border ending by Shreveport. However the map would also include a small part of Mississippi and Alabama, specifically to Gulfport and Mobile (by request of my friend whose family is from Mobile). It would look something like this:

The entire region has two different names: “The Parish” as it is officially known, and “the Bayou Wasteland” as it is more commonly called among locals. You will hear pre-war Ghouls complain about it being called “The Parish” since Louisiana uses parishes instead of counties. It’s called the Parish post-war because it sounds cool.

Additionally, most of the settlements were borne out of pre-war cities and towns, most of which were not bombed directly. New Orleans was the only city in the state to be bombed, and was not as heavily targeted as Los Angeles, New York, or D.C.

The entirety of New Orleans is now nicknamed “Old Orleans” because that’s exactly what it is: old! Imagine being a post-war scavver traveling to the city and seeing buildings from the 1800s that are still standing. Though I imagine there’s a few pre-war French Ghouls who hate the name.

The city itself has been split into two sections: Eden, which was built out of pre-war Uptown, and made from Vault 42’s G.E.C.K. It has sprawling forests and meadows not characteristic of the region. The second section is called Vient Vieux which literally translates to “comes old” 😭 but is derived from uahh something I forgot to write notes about (I will add to this section later)

Fun times! Let’s move on to CHARACTERS! Yippee!

I’ve come up with several options for companions, including:

Anthony, an ex-Legionary with daddy issues from Caesar and Lanius

Eddie, a pre-war Ghoul and former Bluegrass singer with an inferiority complex because of his scratchy ghoul voice

Ben Gadot, a seemingly unassuming caravan guard from the Commonwealth with a slight Bostonian accent and an annoyingly high Charisma/speech stat

Patience Goodwin, an excommunicated Vault 42 dweller who insists they’re a cult

Marnie Juneau, a “clairvoyant” who makes money by telling people their fortunes in Vient Vieux

Hazel Mendoza, a young BoS scribe rescued from The Pitt who has an irrational fear of all Ghouls and Super Mutants

Claude Fontenot, another pre-war Ghoul who’s stayed in his Bayou-front home for the past 200 years and seems like a stereotypical Cajun guy, except he’s actually a genius and was accepted into four Ivy Leagues in his day (and turned them all down)

Anita, a Super Mutant hired gun who was transformed all the way back in California, although she really just wants to feel pretty again.

Domino, a Great Pyrenees who you can rescue from a flood and is also especially aggressive towards raiders

I have several ideas for NPCs as well, more specifically,

Antoinette Rose, a pre-war Ghoul woman and former environmental lawyer who is now the de facto leader of Vient Vieux and the Bayou wastelanders

Dominic Dolton, the overseer of Vault 42 who is from their Evangelical Christian family (more on that later)

Elder Adrian Vargas, the same Paladin Vargas from Fallout 3 now promoted to elder of the BoS’ Parish chapter

Cliff Strickland, yet another pre-war Ghoul turned radio host after quitting his raider lifestyle

Jamila Adler, singer who was adopted by Cliff as a kid, and leads The Big Easy Brass

Ahh! Quick subject change again! Here’s the lore in bulleted form because I’m tired and lazy:

Vault 42 actually consists of several different families, all selected by Vault Tec before the war for their dedication to their respective faiths

Although they ended up putting mostly Christian denominations in the vault so of course that won out

Patience is actually descended from the Baptist family that was put in there. She’s still very religious but disagrees with the vault’s mission.

Speaking of which, Vault 42 is a designated control vault, and their supposed goal is to resettle the Wasteland and preach faith back to the lost little wastelanders to save them.

Vault Tec’s scientists actually anticipated all the families to kill each other or something lol but they made it to the 200 year mark and finally got to leave

As you might expect, the local wastelanders aren’t too happy about Vault 42’s “salvation” mission, especially because they opened their G.E.C.K. and cut off a big part of the city

The BoS and Enclave don’t have as much sway here. In fact, the Enclave is basically nonexistent, while the BoS is a lot more passive thanks to Elder Vargas and the small team that Elder Maxson deployed to the region.

Despite people’s general distaste for Vault 42 dwellers’ religions, many people within The Parish are very spiritual, to the point where Traiteurs (faith healers) are considered essential to have in a settlement

Basically Cajun, Creole, and Abrahamic faiths collided with fear and desperation after the bombs dropped, leading the beliefs to change to something almost unrecognizable to a pre-war person

The Parish also has a lot of its own mutated creatures much like post-war Appalachia. For example, there are these very hairy feral Ghoul-like creatures, dubbed rougarous by early bomb survivors. And there are giant scary mutated alligators called “snoligators” (derived from the urban legend about the snaligaster)

I don’t know I have a lot of thoughts. And will keep coming up with more maybe. Let me know guys (I’m procrastinating,)

[raventrigonsdaughter]

Fallout characters that are actual parallels to each other and it's not who u might think it's

After a rewatch i'm confident this is it and it's so fucking on the nose that idk how people will say anything but never mention this, fallout has a long lore, but it's as simple as it comes and the show is no different

Barb and Hank (Vault tec personal obsessed with control and specially in keeping their children safe, even if at the expense of their significant other)

Cooper, THE GHOUL and Rose, ALSO THE GHOUL (the first heroes of this story, doomed, do i have to say more?)

And lastly Lucy and Janey(i want to wait for the next season to ellaborate on this one a little more, which is one of the reasons i NEED janey to be a protagonist asap i'm so fucking curious of what went on with her)

[thelampisaflashlight]

Thinking out loud and dropping some Earth Sprite lore here cuz yeah.

Here's a scone for your troubles.

So unlike other elements, earth sprites aren't free roaming. These guys are bonded to an actual living organism, such as a tree, a certain bush, a flowering plant, ect.

Not every plant necessarily has a sprite. They pop up more commonly in places near sources of magic, whether that be a certain location or a person/ghoul with considerable influence. They like places where the roots can mingle and communicate with the roots of the plants around them. Because of this, we don't generally see sprites that are bonded to potted plants.

The size of an earth sprite is determined by the depth and width of the root system of the plant it belongs to. A smaller plant means a smaller sprite. A bigger plant means a bigger sprite. Which means, yes, those expansive forests that are really a single organism with one massive root system are bonded to one truly gigantic sprite, such as the one that lurks in the huge Aspen grove that's outside the Abbey walls.

Earth sprites are usually pretty elusive. It's not that they're aggressive or disdainful towards people, they're just very shy. They're curious, but from a distance. They do let themselves be seen sometimes, but they prefer to follow you and investigate from a distance until they either decide that you're not interesting anymore, or until they've worked up the courage to come a little closer.

Mkay, I think that's it...for now.

💙

Oooh~ they're a little like dryads!

Also I know you said they don't typically hang around potted plants, buuut I needed to doodle a little something:

They're little rose bush sprouts for the garden, so they're going to grow quite a bit. I just think Bea would be beside herself.

<3

[evereverest2]

Terzomega Drabble — Fallen Angel AU

story is below the cut if you want to skip my rant!!

ok i’m a newer tumblr user but it’s time i put on my big boy boots and info dump all my creative thoughts about a random set of characters on a random post that no one will see !!! woo hoo !!

so i’m obsessed with catholic lore deeply interested in celestial/demonic terzomega, and the other day i wrote a little drabble that i wasn’t totally satisfied with but i figured i could post it here and maybe that would give me some more inspo.

my idea is catholic priest terzo/fallen angel omega. as far as terzo goes i thought it would be cute if he was like one in a line of religious men. like his dad was a pastor (priests cant fuck but pastors can😏) and all of he and his brothers became priests, and like he treats it more like a job but he really likes the attention and how ppl adore him. kinda like He Is vibes. maybe he’s a a lil filthy priest who knows :>

i wont get into why i think omega fell bc if i make this into a story i want ✨intrigue✨ but i see him as this greatly wise beast burdened with his own knowledge of the universe, harrowed by his fall, guilty and ashamed and unable to come to terms with it. he obvi fell much later than the other demons. the next step is supposed to be hell, but by some cosmic mistake or decision, he fell into a church, and because of that he couldn’t like, yk, fall through to be a demon bc demons aren’t allowed in churches, so he’s kinda stuck between. id assume at some other point other ghouls try to make him come to hell. ive been really into alpha lately so it would be hot if alpha came, and they had a history bc yk all demons were angels once, and they fought and stuff. yees.

so anyway, i wrote this drabble that i will put below. i wasn’t entirely satisfied with it for a few reason… 1) i didn’t quite have a grasp on either of their characters for this au, partly bc of Little Monster, partly bc i came up with this two days ago and haven’t thought about it since and two 2) i wrote it during a day that i was burnt out w writing so its not up to snuff imo.

so if you got through all that and u make it through the drabble, i would really appreciate any feedback u can give. it’s only 1.4k words, so about a 10 minute read if ur slow, prolly closer to five :> thank u in advance, have a splendid (day/night) time :D

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“Have a good night, father.”

Terzo waved off the sister, watching the heavy doors swing shut after her in the dim candlelight, deafening the sound of heavy rain outside. He turned to walk up the aisle, all the way up the steps to the altar, ensuring along the way that everything was in its proper place. He smoothed a wrinkle in the corporal, tweaking the positions of the chalic and paten until everything was just so. He looked out at the dark recess and nodded.

Not a hair out of place. All was right and in its proper place.

From the heavens a great shatter sounded, like thunder and splitting wood. Terzo looked up. Through the roof came a great, dark, feathery beast that collapsed to the floor with a reverberating crack of the tiles and pews it landed on. The storm raged on above, rain pouring in from the newly broken ceiling, falling onto the collision below.

The being slowly rose to a stand. A large man with dusky skin, great horns, and black wings, dressed in a stained and drenched robe that hung limply from his impressive torso. He looked up to the hole in the sky, facing the rain that dripped onto his face. With a sweep of his wings he was airborn, only to careen away from the opening and crash down once more. He was like a bird trying to escape its cage, desperately flapping his wings, staring to the sky, unable to fly again. Before him was his own destruction, a ravaged church broken by his falls.

Terzo had quickly dove beneath the altar in his shock, watching him with a mix of disbelief and terror stirring in him like water rolling to a boil, threatening to spill over the pot in the form of a scream.

The winged creature was suddenly still, lying in a shattered pile of wood and tile, breathing heavily. A heavy silence filled the cavernous church forebodingly.

Terzo fumbled for the Bible in his pocket, yanking off his cross necklace. A series of prayers escaped his lips in a whisper, convinced the winged horror was some sort of demon. When it did not suddenly burst into flames from the holy smite of God, Terzo slowly approached the unmoving beast, Bible and cross held before him cautiously. Once he was only a few feet away, he cried out, “In the name of the Lord, begone, foul demon!”

Nothing happened. He repeated himseslf. Not a flinch. The thing just lay there, panting harshly like a wounded animal. He flipped through his Bible, repeating any prayer he could think of. Nothing.

The beast peeked an eye open from lying face down, a black eye with white pupils. Watching him. Terzo, startled, threw the Bible at him. He winced.

“Be… Not… Afraid…” He spoke as through every syllable was painful, a deep, sonorous voice that shook Terzo to his core.

He froze for a long moment, then had an idea. He dashed away to the baptismal font and scooped up a handful of holy water, then ran back to splash it on the creature.

“You are a demon! Go from this holy ground!”

He did not move. From his quivering lips, he spoke again. “I… am… God’s… servent…”

He closed his eye again, saying nothing more. There was something amiss. Despite how he had tried most everything he could think to dispel a demon, and it lie in his church, unaffected.

It was enough to give Terzo pause.

No matter what the terrifying beast was, he was in pain. Not from anything Terzo did, but from whatever had caused him to fall through the roof of his church. Regardless of what was to be done, the winged man could not stay in the church.

“Err, excuse me. How do I… help you?” Terzo ventured.

No response. Terzo thought for a moment. There was no way he could lift him, or even drag him. He was enormous compared to the compact priest, with humongous wings to match.

“Could you walk?” The weak eye opened again. Terzo said, “I will take you somewhere more comfortable, si?”

He stirred suddenly, stumbling to his feet, hunched over and clutching his own ribcage. Terzo, unsure, began walking towards the doors. The beast slowly followed.

He locked the door behind him, trying to ignore that his precious church had been destroyed and how the winged man stared at him intensely. A problem for the morning. He led the creature across the street where his refractory was, his home. Luckily, no one was around to see them in this late hour, and even then, it was pitch black outside. The storm had shorted all the power, including the street lights.

Terzo led him to an empty bedroom on the ground floor, which held a rather small bed compared to some others he had, but Terzo was worried about him being able to walk much longer, let alone up stairs.

“Lie down on this,” Terzo instructed, pulling back the blankets. He hardly made it through the doorway with his large wings, but once he squeezed through he instantly fell onto the bed, making it bounce violently with the weight.

“May I… err… touch you?”

Not even a reaction. He seemed half ready to die on Terzo’s spare mattress.

Terzo pulled away the stained robe from his torso. The fabric indeed obscured a glistening wound sat between his lower ribs. Surprisingly, it was not bleeding as much as he would have expected, but it was concerningly deep.

Terzo hurried in and out with supplies to aid the poor thing. He bandaged the wound carefully, then moved on to examine the rest of his body. He was unable to flip him over, but he undressed him to ensure there were no more deep wounds. He wore no undergarments, and once Terzo was certain he had no other pressing injuries, he drew a blanket over his waist to grant him some modesty.

He gently felt for any broken bones, picking out any splinters he found along the way from his encounter with the church roof. There were bruises, which he could just barely make out on his purple skin, and he slathered them with cream. Given the nature of the fall, Terzo was surprised it was not more injured. He figured it must have been suffering from exhaustion more than anything, though he was no doctor.

After nearly an hour of tending to the strange being, Terzo sat back, exhausted. The man lay breathing heavily still from what Terzo surmised was a nicked lung. Even in unconsciousness, his face was pinched in pain, distress. Sometimes fangs would flash from his lips, as if growling at an invisible foe. He certainly looked like a demon, though something in Terzo’s gut told him not to worry.

That was, until he awoke.

Just when Terzo was beginning to wonder if he should call someone, the man sat up, his arms held defensively in front of him. Terzo stood, stumbled back in fear. The beast froze in place, staring at nothing. He looked down at his bandaged side, then at the small priest who had fallen to the ground in terror.

“No—” he breathed out, then clutched his wound in pain.

Terzo clamored to his feet and said, “You should lie back down, signore.” He very gingerly touched his shoulder, prompting him to lay back once more.

“I—” he huffed, wincing again.

“Do not speak. I think it is your lung,” Terzo awkwardly clasped his hands together. “...Although you may tell me if you are a demon.”

He shook his head, staring desperately at him. “No, I—” he gasped, “fell—”

“Let’s not worry, hm? As long as you do not plan to kill me, you should be resting. Then you may chatter all you wish.”

He opened his mouth, but said nothing. Instead he stared at Terzo with an unreadable gaze, one that made him more uncomfortable the longer he stood there.

“Do you… Eat?” he asked uncertainly. He shook his head. “Err.. Yes, well. I will let you rest. Just… let me know if you need something.”

After another thick pause consisting solely of staring, Terzo left the room. Just outside he fell against the wall, clutching his chest, his nerves jumping from his skin.

What was he doing?

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ik im annoying thanks again for reading if u have ANY thoughts good or bad just give em to me any way u know how i SO appreciate it ur the best B)

i wrote a smut drabble for this concept LMFAO

[roseheartss]

End of Tour

The end of tour hits all of the ghouls hard, but Aeon gets hit the hardest. He can only handle the constant overwhelming energy of touring for so long before his battery is completely drained. That mixed with a very sudden change of routine back at the ministry? Aeon is down for the count for awhile.

It starts with a heavy meltdown. The second Aeon walks off stage after the last show, he crumbles. He doesn’t remember making it onto the bus. All he knows is that everything in his mind screams too much and make it stop like a never ending mantra. When he asks Dewdrop about it some weeks later, he’ll tell him that Swiss had to dig into his small traces of quintessence to calm the ghoul enough to carry him out of the venue.

The stress of it all has Aeon completely nonverbal at first. He’s unable to do much else than curl up in a ball under his blankets (weighted, of course). Swiss makes sure to bring him some of his safe foods at the same time everyday knowing the small routine is grounding for him. Chances are Aeon wouldn’t eat on his own either. Not because he doesn’t want to eat, but because the thought of having to get out of bed, choose something to eat, and then physically go through the motions of eating overwhelms and exhausts the poor ghoul completely.

It takes about a week for anyone to see Aeon outside of his room. He’s still mostly nonverbal, still a bit shutdown, but there’s the smallest hint of life back in his eyes. The background noise of the common room isn’t grating on his ears anymore. He can stand to have Dewdrop and Rain curled up around him speaking over his head even if he doesn’t participate in the conversation himself. It’s calming, in a way, after his, albeit much needed, self-imposed isolation.

Aeon always finds himself recharged and back in action eventually, even if it’s a rough journey to get there. He learns to manage touring a little bit better with each trip, but it’s never enough to completely stop the wear and tear on both his mind and body. To Aeon, though, it is more than worth it. He trusts his pack to take care of him. To pick up the pieces left behind and stitch them back together. They haven’t let him down yet.

[loominggaia]

Lilian and Necromancy

Here's a rough story concept I've been thinking over lately. The following text contains SPOILERS for future LG stories, so I will place it under a cut:

While she's studying with the Karenzans, Lily is also struggling quite badly with her mental health. She knows she shouldn't miss Dario, but she longs for him so much that she can't stand it.

Normally she talks to Patience about her troubles and they work on solutions together. But this particular issue is so embarrassing that Lily decides to keep it a secret, and her emotional state continues to decline.

Eventually, she loses it and begins secretly studying necromancy. She wishes to bring Dario's soul back from the cosmos and let it inhabit a corpse, so that she can be with him again.

She sneaks away from the temple at night and performs dark rituals in the Dusk clan's abandoned castle, where Dario's terrible energy still lingers. She finds an old sample of his blood staining the altar in the courtyard, where he fought with Bigbad decades ago, and uses it to summon his soul.

She fails and ends up summoning a poltergeist, a ghost manifested from his blood and lingering energy. It posesses her body and traps her in the castle.

That's the rough idea I have so far. Of course Patience, Buddy, and Zov will come to her rescue, but I want Lily to be involved in her own rescue as well. I think being (literally) possessed by Dario again after all she has learned will really drive the point home that this is NOT what she wants. The rose tinted glasses are off this time, she sees him for the ghoul he is now, and is forced to free herself from him.

I feel like this would also be a good opportunity to introduce Prudence into the series. Patience calls upon her to exorcise Dario's ghost, but she can't do it alone. He has such a stranglehold on Lily's soul that exorcising him could actually kill her, so she requires Lily to fight Dario off as much as she can first by making her body uninhabitable for him.

I'm thinking Lily is forced to do something that permanently scars herself, like burning or cutting, to weaken him enough for Prudence to yank him out and destroy him once and for all. I'm leaning towards burning, since vampires are afraid of fire.

I'm still thinking about it. Suggestions are always welcome!

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

Read the Series

[sanguinyte]

I'm bored and typed up a little info sheet on Danny (my sole survivor) so im slapping it here

Tw: Mental health / Asylum mentions

Name: Danny [Redacted]

Age: ~24

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay 

Appearance: 5’8, warm skin, auburn red hair, green eyes, freckles, muscular albeit lean form with a Marilyn Monroe mark and a rose tattoo on his neck.  

About: A scandalous yet niche-ly beloved actor back in the pre-war days, Danny was one of the ‘elite’ of society, enough to where he was offered a spot in vault 111, inevitably ending up as the sole survivor. With high luck and charisma, he roams the Commonwealth with MacCready mainly as his ‘bodyguard’ turned best friend turned boyfriend. 

Lore bits:

Danny LOATHES the Parson’s State Asylum, having once stayed there pre-war for a week during his own ‘celebrity mental breakdown’, in other words, having a genuine mental health crisis. He did not have a good time, as most asylum-goers do not.

He’d always wanted to play in the Silver Shroud series, though never got the chance until post-war events with Kent.

He absolutely adores Nuka Cola, the brand having sponsored/hired him for commercials a good few times in the past, with Danny later dissolving the agreement due to their less than stellar reputation. He still thinks it tastes nice, and now that there’s no company to support, happily drinks them throughout the wasteland with his favorite drink of choice being a Nuka Cola Cherry. Only drinks alcohol in the form of Nuka Cola Dark.

Terrified of ghouls, as they remind him of zombies, a fear he had pre-war.

Attempted a music career. Attempted. While it didn’t pan out, he admires Magnolia for her musical ability and her due confidence in it. 

[wlw-webcomic-bracket]

WEBCOMIC DIRECTORY

Half the reason I created this tournament is so I could find new webcomics to read, and I know a bunch of you are following it for the same reason.

So: Here is a directory of every webcomic that was submitted!

Please note that this list is Very Long, so (1) I have not read most of these webcomics and can't vouch for their content, and (2) I have not tested any of these links, but I can fix any errors if you point them out.

Comics are listed in alphabetical order, with the featured couple(s) or poly ship(s) in parentheses. Broken into two parts because Tumblr only allows 100 links per post and there are 140 comics.

180° Angel (Sam and Lilith)

2 Slices (Ruka and Rio)

A Week in Warrigilla (Hazel and Willie)

A&H Club (Adrian and Hildegard)

Alice and the Nightmare (Edith and Quinn)

Alien Heart (Ivy and Rosa)

Always Human (Sunati and Austen)

Balderdash (Georgie and Afia)

Band vs Band (Honey Hart and Turpentine)

Blindsprings (Ember and Irelia)

Boyfriends (Jock, Prep, Nerd, and Goth)

Bugtopia (Arachne and Scarlet)

Burn Away (Abella and Edie)

Charity Case (Sylvia and Jerry)

Circuits and Veins (Ai and Aki)

Console Her (Claudia and Ava)

Cucumber Quest (Almond and Peridot; Piano and Ametrine)

Cursed Princess Club (Nell and Jolie)

Dame Daffodil (Charo and Alesea)

Daughter of the Lilies (Lyra and Margot)

Dead Winter (Lizzie and Alice)

Dicebox (Griffin and Molly)

Dirt Creek Runs Red with Blood (Ines and Sarepia)

Dom&Mor (Dominique and Morgan)

Dresden Codak (Kimiko and Elith)

Drop-Out (Lola and Sugar)

Dumbing of Age (Becky and Dina; Jennifer/Billie and Ruth)

El Goonish Shive (Ellen and Nanase; Catalina and Rhoda; Diane and Lucy)

Eldritch Darling (Ina and CJ)

Encore! (Quinn and Hana)

Ennui Go (Izzy, Darcy, and Tanya)

Errant (Sarin and Jules)

Facing the Sun (Aarya and Liza)

Finding Wonderland (Alex and Lucky)

Flowers For the Arsonist (Lucia and Paige)

Four Leaf (Carla and Lina)

Gals (Croix, Sam, Lux, and Charlotte)

Ghoul Crush (Sison and Laguna)

Girly (Otra and Winter)

Glitterlaced (Goldie and Luck)

Go Get a Roomie (Roomie and Lillian)

Guide to the Land of Monsters (Arnatuk and Tove)

Gunnerkrigg Court (Kat and Paz; Zimmy and Gamma)

Hard Lacquer (Claire and Robin; Claire and Petra)

Heartstopper (Darcy and Tara)

Heir's Game (Sevilia and Ilianna)

Her Tale of Shim Chong (Shim Chong and Madam Jang)

High Class Homos (Sapphia and Odette; Sapphia and Marla)

Homestuck (Rose and Kanaya; Calliope and Roxy; Vriska and Meenah; Vriska and Terezi)

How to Be a Werewolf (Marin and Marisa)

I Love Amy (Amy and Bibi)

I Want to Be a Cute Anime Girl (Cheryl and Delilah)

I'm the Villainess but the Heroine's Trying to Capture Me (Nelly and Nancy)

In My Heart (Wantanabe Yuki and Sasaki Mari)

Isadora (Isaline and Theodora)

It's Okay to Like Girls (Sophie and Olivia)

Kidd Commander (Phineas and Agatha)

Kill Six Billion Demons (Allison and Ciocie Cioelle)

Kiss It Goodbye (Aruka and Yukimi)

Lady of the Shard (Radiant Goddess and Acolyte; Radiant Goddess and Old God)

Lesbiampires (Daphne and Veronika)

Lore Olympus (Athena and Hestia)

Mage & Demon Queen (Malori and Velverosa)

Matchmaker (Kimmy and Marlowe)

Missing Monday (Foyle and Monday)

Monsters and Girls (Lili and Sera)

Motherlover (Imogen and Alex)

Moving In (Jackie and Riley)

Muted (Camille, Nyra, and Dendro)

My Dragon Girlfriend (Dani and Christie; Callie and Olive)

My Sweet Archenemy (Mad Spade and Miss Sunshine)

My Wish Is to Fall In Love Until You Die (Shiina and Mimi; Seiran and Ari)

Namesake (Selva and Alice)

Nano List (Chacha and Zavi)

Never Satisfied (Neith and Isra)

Nevermore (Lenore and Annabel Lee)

Night Owls and Summer Skies (Emma and Vivian)

Not So Shoujo Love Story (Rei and Hanna)

Octopus Pie (Jane and Marigold)

Offbeat (Beau and Julie)

On a Sunbeam (Mia and Grace; Alma and Char)

On Borrowed Time (Rune and Dielle)

Osora (Celia and Catalina)

Remaining links in part two!

[can-of-pringles]

Pringle's Ghost-Verse

This is a general masterlist of my Ghost band headcanons/AU lore, and my writing and art. You can find everything in the tag #pringles ghost verse

Fanfiction

[Silas x Copia]

When I'm Alone With You - Silas x Copia (A03 verison)

Watch the World Go By - Silas x Copia Christmas fic by @/practically-an-x-man (not canon but still a great read!)

Roses and Tulips - Silas x Copia Valentine's Day fic by @/practically-an-x-man (haven't decided if it's canon or not)

[Other]

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General/Headcanons/Lore

[Papa Nihil (and family, etc)]

Betty Emeritus Aesthetic Collage

Art of Sister Elizabeth (Betty) at 18

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[Papa Nihil & Sister Imperator]

My Sister x Nihil Spotify Playlist

How Sister feels about Copia

Explaining the Dance Macabre music video in my lore

Sister Imperator fashion aesthetic image collage

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[Primo (and family, etc))]

Lucy Clarkson Aesthetic Collage

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[Secondo (and family, etc)]

Dafne Santoro Aesthetic Collage

Dafne Santoro Sketches

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[Terzo (and family, etc)]

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[Copia (and family, etc)]

Why Copia always wears gloves

Copia having undiagnosed joint issues

Copia's pet rats

Copia's room

How Copia feels about Sister Imperator

How Copia copes with missing his brothers

Kid Copia drinking a juicebox

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[Nameless Ghouls]

My Nameless Ghoul designs

Bonus Nameless Ghoul designs

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[Other]

My headcanon about the white eye

The Papas' favorite flowers

Characters' names and short bios

Character orientation headcanon

My Papas' Heights headcanons

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Silas Petersson

Silas' Spotify Playlist & Songs Silas Would Listen To

Silas' Toyhouse

Silas with skull paint art

Silas sweeping art

Silas' Ministry Welcome packet

What Silas knows and doesn't know about the Ministry thoughts

Silas' southern mannerisms thoughts

A sketch of Silas by @/practically-an-x-man

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Silas x Copia

Silas x Copia Spotify Playlist

First fanart I drew

OTP Questions Ask

Copia helping Silas when he feels homesick thoughts

Copia writing secret songs for Silas thoughts

Copia comforting Silas sketches

If Silas went to the beach house thoughts

Copia and Silas sketch

Silas x Copia moodboard

Silas and Copia greyscale drawing

Silas teaching Copia non Ghost songs on the piano ask

Silas and Copia bringing out the good in each other thoughts

Silas and Copia cuddling because the Ministry can get cold thoughts

Silas and Copia incorrect quote shenanigans

Copia and Silas holiday asks

Copia and Silas concert fluff ask

A list of romantic stuff Copia and Silas do as a couple

Silas, Copia, and the pet rats ask

An ask about Silas and Copia celebrating their anniversary

Silas and Copia art

Cute sketch art of Silas and Copia

Angst thought of Silas and Copia and marriage

How Silas feels about calling Copia Papa

Commission of Copia and Silas

Silas and Copia Ship Templates

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Pigeon Ghoul

Ref sheet (and Toyhouse)

Low quality Pigeon meme doodles

Why Pigeon wears an old mask

Spinning Pigeon gif (disco version)

Pigeon art

Pigeon ask

How Pigeon got their name

Some Pigeon sketches

If Silas and Pigeon met

A colored sketch of Pigeon for ace week

A sketch of Pigeon with their Omnichord

First attempt of Pigeon cosplay

Angsty Pigeon thoughts of how alone they feel

Traditional Pigeon doodles

Two new Pigeon Artfights

Pigeon doodle ask

Official Pigeon cosplay pictures (Halloween edition)

Pigeon ghoul sketch cosplay re-creation

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Other Ghost OCs (Hanna and Kersti)

[Hanna Ekström]

Hanna's Toyhouse

Hanna ask

Hanna visiting Silas at the Ministry thoughts

Hanna and Silas ask

Hanna, Kersti, and Pigeon Artfights

Another Hanna Artfight

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[Kersti Beck]

Kersti post and Toyhouse

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[hostofyama]

Jason Grace deserves more recognition

As a person who read HoO first I had a unbiased perspective on the series I saw Jason for wat he was and idolized him for it he was one of the best shafted MC’s I’ve ever seen even throughout all the bs Rick put him through people forget to look at Jason’s life from a real life perspective he has one of the worst lives in the series even with the little information we kno this man was separated from his already dysfunctional family at 2! raised and trained by wolves until he was 3 then admitted into an army as a TODDLER keep in mind the camp is named after this man’s father with the expectations people had on him he was perceived more as a movie or comic character who u knew had to live up to the standards set what made it worst is Jason never wanted to be the chosen one but nonetheless he still never faltered bcuz in his mind if not him who else? constantly met or exceeded the expectations over and over furthering this image no one considering how he felt or what he thought when it came to himself fast forward Jason has served 12 years in the legion the most for his age in history and risen through the ranks as a compassionate composed leader it took the Nico moment for people to see Jason’s empathy but even as far back as choosing his cohort they wanted to automatically admit him to the first cohort and best cohort but he chose the shunned and frowned upon 5th cohort out of dislike of the stereotype and to try to alter his destiny of a son of Jupiter making his own path he brought glory to it by accomplishing all sorts of things such as killing the Trojan sea monster which was said to be the size of a sky scraper, killing ghouls and returning bacchus leopard,and the feat that rose him to the rank of praetor when he fought krios won and toppled Kronos throne Jason tried to be the best praetor he could even trying to change sum traditions such as the name of the legion to 1st symbolizing renewal Jason’s entire career at Camp Jupiter had been built on careful choices. He mediated between demigods, listened to all sides of an argument, and made compromises. He was always the leader and never on a team of equals now after doing everything everyone expected of him never really taking the time to think much of his desires or personal life in general shown by him not being aware of reyna’s feelings Jason just grew to fill the shoes he was given even if he didn’t want to wear them THEN the person who took him from his family wiped his memory and put him on a bus with 2 people with false memories claiming to be his friend and gf I don’t understand how people don’t get how disorienting that is atleast Percy remembered annabeth he still got the better treatment even though Jason got shafted his whole life and writing wise also under is a short post I made about people ignoring Jason’s life personality and feats sorry for the rant but I hate that jason couldn’t catch a break in life death or reality and don’t get me started on what Rick did to him and piper in ToA😞

It’s as if jason story doesn’t exist bcuz rick doesn’t fully tell it people give so many accurate defenses for Jason and most get brushed off or unheard it’s crazy how a undisputed top 3 demigod of his generation lore and logic wise is disrespected so much there was literally a trend on TikTok of Jason saying he could’ve killed percy and it being treated as a joke AS IF ANY OTHER CHARACTER COULD SAY THE SAME OR LEGITIMATELY GIVE HIM A CHALLENGE without amps 🤦🏾‍♂️ ts is ridiculous he barely have feats and people still ignore them like how many of y’all kno this man had a hand in slaying the most giants and was the only one to 1v1 one and hold his ground for an extended period of time then proceed to fight wolves and injure the king giant shit doesn’t make any sense I’m also here for any LOGICAL disputes

[iubitdracull]

Lore- Wallachia and the Monster Empire

History and Philosophy

After Dracula became the Progenitor, a contract was made between himself and Lucifer. The Tepes Clan would be tasked with caring for and attending to the needs of the Monsters of Earth. Lycans, Dryads, Changelings, Ghouls, Orcs, Ogres- All monsters would be under his rule, and thus under his charge.

Imperial Suveran Vlad Dracu Tepesl, Împărat of Wallachia, rose as the First Sovereign of the Undead.

His fallen family home was converted into a home for the monsters of the Banat Region, rebuilt from its rubble into an estate near twice its size. This became Monsterkind’s capital. It exists in the mountains outside Bucharest in Romania, and over the centuries became the largest concentration per capita of non-human entities.

Their motto?

Dulcius Ex Asperis. Through Adversity We Are Strong.

A kingdom by Monsters, for monsters. Hidden from the eyes of men and their bigotry. 

Fun Facts

-National flower is the Turkish Rose -National Flag is a black and white flag depicting the Dracul Family Crest- a dragon in a ring of stones, wings outstretched and maw open. - Primary export is medical grade potions and healing artifacts - Many magic users in the country have dragons the size of housecats as familiars. Other popular familiars are owls, cats, and direwolves. - The population is primarily Vampires, Lycanthropes, Gorgons, Gargoyles, Fae and Gentry, Liches, Tieflings, Elven folk, Dwarven folk, and other nonhuman races in small amounts. - Strigoi Vampires- the species of Vampire descended from Dracula- are historically very catlike (including traits often associated with Autism in humans).

[lunar1an]

the problem with the otherverse is that it's very much split between the desire to remain ambiguous and lacking in definitive truth, and in providing solid boundaries and labels so that it's an easily digestible setting with boxes to sort a given fan-practitioner/Other into and to make little tables to generate tabletop games with.

i think like...pact implies that labels aren't the end of the world, despite rose sr's little warning. we just have the perspective of blake who isn't reading the books. but rose does tell us what ghouls are, and talks about how a bloody mary is a whole subtype of Others following similar patterns. even mrs lewis is like "does this look like a faerie? yes? it probably is". but all of that is comparatively minor because the lore is used as a supplement to the story and it's more "tidbits to help blake out". the sense of mystery still holds and the setting manages to feel wide and open.

pale tries this, sometimes. it talks about outdated terminology, or how practitioner books can be biased or badly written. it has the 100YL mystery and implies avery doesnt have a perfect understanding of the universe. it sort of tries to quarantine its bullshit by implying different regions of the world handle things differently too.

except ultimately it fails because for every attempted nod towards ambiguity it has three lore dumps saying "these are the types of curses that exist" or "these are the types of cursed magic items that exist" or "these are the universal measurements for glamour". or bombshells like "Innocents retroactively rewrite history with science". a given practitioner/Other is often a spokesperson for their whole field and how everyone practices or views it rather than just...a guy who happens to use a particular system for understanding a world that's much bigger than them.

there's like...definitely a balance when it comes to lore. it's not that i don't like having things revealed to me. it's not like i don't enjoy having new information to use to generate new ideas. but at some point when the lore stops feeling like an organic part of a world and more like mandatory entries in a table/list it quickly becomes irritating.