#taken witch

[lunarcovehq]

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, SONG SUN-HEE

GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Woman, She/Her

DATE OF BIRTH: April 20th, 1998

OCCUPATION: Owner + Esthetician at Heavenly Healing Spa

RESIDENCY: Sunny Harbor

FACECLAIM: Moon Ga Young

IF I DIE YOUNG

SPECIES: Witch

INHERENT ABILITIES: Telepathy, Water Manipulation, Familiar Manifestation

COVEN POSITION: Non-Member

COVEN ABILITY: Catoptromancy

LAY ME DOWN IN A BED OF ROSES

Trigger Warnings: Xenophobia, Plane Crash, Anxiety, Substance Abuse

A philocalist born under the sign of Venus; Song Sun-Hee. One of many children in the Song family; the affluent owners of King Enterprises. Indulged in a life of privilege since her birth in London, England. Born into the world on the same birthday as one of her older brothers; Seo-Joon, who she’d affectionately come to call “oppa” her entire life. The sibling that would care for Sun-Hee from infancy until after her sixth birthday when he was sent away by their parents. A choice she continued to resent her family for subsequent to her brother’s return many years later.  

At the start of her schooling, Sun-Hee relocated to Lunar Cove, Rhode Island. A lot of her peers in school mispronounced her name as “Sunny”, and after a while she stopped correcting them. By comparison to her other siblings, her parents were hands on in her upbringing. Their step-mother took a special interest in her after her first magazine cover at the age of twelve. A natural in front of the camera, although a modeling career hadn’t been of particular interest to her. She did it to appease her parents. A lot of Sun-Hee’s choices were made with that intent. Despite her frustration with them for enforcing Seo-Joon’s absence, Sun-Hee craved their approval.

When her powers began to manifest Sun-Hee excelled, there, too. She promptly joined the coven, as she was told to do, and was a studious young witch. Both in the practice of magic and her formal education. Perfect grades maintained amid her traveling to model and mastering water, telepathy, familiar manifestation, and catoptromancy. A feat she made look easy. At a cost that continued to grow higher and higher. Until it all came crashing down. Literally. A plane crash sent Sun-Hee falling out of the sky and straight to rock bottom. During the subsequent investigation it was discovered that Sun-Hee had unprescribed adderall in her suitcase, which she’d been using for months to keep up.It was a shame her family managed to keep out of the media when an investigator into the crash came to them looking for a payday over a press release. 

It was the lowest point of her adolescent life. The deepest pit from which she never thought she’d climb out. Riddled by anxiety for years after. Sun-Hee swore she’d never fly again. It was the end of her modeling career, the beginning of her fall from her parent’s graces, and the best thing that could’ve happened to her. Sun-Hee was finally allowed to be normal. Everything in the world felt right again, too, with her brother back home. With whom she spent most of her time, when their parents began to smother her after the accident. She even slept in the guest room at his beach house in Sunny Harbor most nights. A living environment more akin to a frat house than raising a family. She indulged in all the teenage antics with Seo-Joon ’s help to cover them up. Sun-Hee finished highschool like any other kid, with thoughts and dreams of the future. Her eyes set on sunny California. A move she made via luxury motorcoach as she maintained her commitment not to fly. 

In San Diego Sun-Hee earned a license in Esthetics from Bellus Academy. After falling in love for the first time with a girl in her class, the young witch didn’t want to leave. Following graduation, Sun-Hee’s parents gifted her Heavenling Healing Spa as a bribe to return home. Despite the parts of her that still wished to please them and how much of home she did miss, Sun-Hee resisted. The tension between her and her family bled into her relationship. Eventually, it was one of the many reasons she and her girlfriend broke up. Heartbroken, Sun-Hee returned home.

While running the spa, Sun-Hee rented an apartment downtown. Uselessly as she slept in Seo-Joon ’s guest bedroom most of the time. After he moved to New York she moved in full time, as a way to be close to him despite their distance. Eight months drug by. There wasn’t a day that Sun-Hee didn’t beg for Seo-Joon  to come home. Hundreds of texts that ranged from desperate to sad and angry then back again. When Sun-Hee turned to her parents for support they rejected the idea that anything could be wrong with Seo-Joon. Even after she forewent her fear of flying to go to New York to look for her brother. When even then her parents showed no concern Sun-Hee quit the coven. An act of defiance to make a point about how serious she was, though the message was never received by her parents.

After Seo-Joon’s return Sun-Hee did not rejoin the coven, as her view on it and her desire to appease their parents had shifted. It was freeing. She was free, but free to do what? That part, Sun-Hee is still figuring out.

[saintes-rpg]

● ONE HUNDRED TWENTY FOUR ● WITCH/NECROMANCER ● MALE ● MERCHANT TRADER ●

“I have to wash these wars from my skin.”

BIOGRAPHY

Fàg na Mairbh-Leave the Dead

The phrase served as both family motto and war cry. Ingrained from the time any Balor is a babe the family stressed the importance of not meddling with the departed. If ever questioned the elders would mutter under their breath about a curse. The Balor family roots ran deep in the landscape of Cork for several centuries, and were known as a prominent family within in the clandestine witch community. It’s not a secret if they’d been common folk they wouldn’t have fared nearly as well, but the Balor’s ran a money lending business, and had a reputation of always collecting its debts. 

Adolescence started in the beginning of the 20th century, and world was changing quickly around him. It was at this time he began taking his magic craft seriously. As the eldest son it was understood he’d be running the family business someday. Fortunately, there was a distraction as he neared his seventeenth birthday, and her name was Siobhan O’Cleary. The two were inseparable despite both families attempts to break apart the union. Siobhan was a familiar who transformed into the most beautiful raven; whose dark feathers glimmered in the sunlight with the most flattering blueish black. It wasn’t long after their relationship began that they started exploring magic together. Things shifted for the powerful Cianan rather quickly as he began to challenge the status quo among prominent witch families. Ideally, he was motivated to prove everyone wrong about their union and thought the best way to go about it was to increase both families statuses. Riding high from early wins he and Siobhan thought to garner more attention by removing a blessed amulet from a rival family. Siobhan had been adversely effected by the magic in the previous weeks, but still encouraged Cianan to follow through with the spell. On that fateful night Siobhan was sitting on elm branch under the dim light of the waning moon when he’d begun his incantation. It was only after he finished did he look over to find her resting- no, not breathing as she laid on the thick grass below. 

Panicked Cianan did the one thing he’d been warned about his whole life. He resurrected Siobhan. Maybe it’s better to say someone like Siobhan; for the young woman had become a shell of her former self. The smile never quite reached her eyes, and she became prone to fits of rage and delirium. Still, Siobhan stayed true to her love for Cianan. Despondent he fell into a well of depression. It gutted him to know he’d hurt the one thing he loved the most. The fallout was immense. Both his and Siobhan’s family were enraged and wanted restitution. One morning upon waking he found his father standing in his bedroom doorway. War had broken out across Europe and his father suggested that he go and fight, and if by chance survived that he keep going anyways, for he no longer had a home. Cianan was gone by night fall. His last magical act before leaving was casting a spell to wipe any memory of him from Siobhan’s mind. 

It turned out that 20th century was ripe for war. Cianan found himself enlisting and wandering from country to country and war to war throughout the decades. As time passed aliases, ranks and uniforms all shifted through the years. He never had to wait too long in civilian life. He’d taken his father’s advice literally and kept going. Ranging from a rifleman to medic he had a knack for it all. It also allowed him ample exposure of death. During this time he began to sharpen and perfect his necromancy skills. Everything from evocation, witnessing the harbingers, and even kept the practice of resurrection on occasion. Always trying to perfect the latter.  As years passed he reflected that his old family motto was intended to keep Balor’s from gaining their true potential. It wasn’t until the 1990 Balkan War that he finally tired of the violence and abruptly left mid enlistment. 

Cianan wandered throughout the world making connections with supernaturals, human, and dead alike. He found another skill which was the ability to acquire things. The famous saying, ‘that dead men tell no tales’ didn’t apply to him in the least. The dead had much to say to him. After a while he’d set up shop in New York City, but when ‘the announcement’ happened things changed drastically. Up to that point he’d kept a low profile for the most part, but his line of work drew suspicion. When he heard about the supernatural community down in Louisiana, he tied up some loose ends and headed south. Upon settling in he began to get back to business; a curator, merchant trader, or fence it was all the same. Cianan was a mover and would seek out items not easily found by others; often enlisting the dead to help.

Cianan Balor is played by Eliza, 43, She/Her, Central

[asavt]

[ Your Truth. Your Lie ] (Comic Version.)

Hello hello! I come here to leave the little humble offering of the result of around three days of work (a little more if you take in count the fic version but aahhh....)

This has become an AU btw, not sure if I'll do the other parts since I still got to take care of my thesis and what not. But the other written parts are... in progress.

Anyways, here's the fic version too!

[star-forg]

Me when I try to impress a crush by carrying Heavy Thing

(Desideratum chapter 42 fanart)

[kcrabb88]

It's truly wild to me how many people out there don't understand that the Star Wars prequels are a tragedy or how tragedies work.

Posts like "these are the Jedi failed movies" truly just make me shake my head. They're actually the "fascism wears a smile until it strikes you down and then it's too late" movies. They're the "the senate became corrupt and clapped in the face of genocide" movies. They're the "make people scared enough of war until they accept authoritarianism" movies. They're the "fear and possessiveness will tear you up on the inside" movies. The Jedi were the heroes of lore, people loved and looked up to them, looked to them for safety, and then too much got put on their shoulders on purpose by Palpatine, and also by a senate that didn't want to act (not you Padme and Bail and Mon, you're perfect). They were drafted and used and scapegoated, which is, you know, a tenet of the vast majority of authoritarian governments (Hitler and Stalin, for instance, might be on different ends of the political spectrum, but they sure both did scapegoat specific groups and commit mass murder, just differently).

When some people say "these movies are about the fall of the Jedi" what they mean is "the Jedi failed" but that's not what "the fall of the Jedi means." It means they were wiped the fuck OUT. Like, Jesus, in Rogue One Tarkin is talking about burning out the final MEMORY of the Jedi by blowing up the holy city in Jedha. Palpatine had to get rid of the Jedi because to get rid of the Jedi was to get rid of the final people standing in his way after he had already worn them out. His intention was not only to kill them, but to alter the galaxy's entire perception of them. To rip away hope. People are always looking for the Jedi to be Bad or nitpick their mistakes (because while other people are allowed to make mistakes, the Jedi never are). Palpatine made himself look like a benevolent grandpa who would keep everyone safe. And that, more than anything, is what gave him SO much power. He stole the narrative.

It's just like. Of course WE know what was going to happen! We know from watching the OT that the PT can only end in tragedy. But the characters don't know that! They don't have all the info! That's how a tragic story structure works. We see it coming and they can't.

Anyway. The Jedi are laser-sword wielding monks with psychic powers who just wanted to do what they could to help. The world would be better if more folks remembered that.

[saneijeijei]

[ryuhumble]

Yaaaa ummm What if Oryx got revived?? Just silly shinanigans! I feel like Savathūn would love to gain a powerful ally on her side

And another blooper! He's gotta take his revenge/j

[askloyaltywings]

Has this been done yet? i went looking for trans Oryx postings and couldn't find it so i MADE IT

And had a lot of fun making it... i wonder if people would like it if i made stickers...

[norvyarts]

"Everything will be ok, as long as you're one of my students, i'll protect you with all my power. So you don't have anything to worry about. Not a thing..."

[avalaryx]

a witch!

[theforsakenprince]

Destiny 2: Season of the Witch

"The Hive call us liars. The unfree. Deniers of the all-edged truth. But I take the power the sword logic offers, not out of desperation, but desire. For Crota. Oryx. Savathun... I wield their killers as a knife. The Hive know this truth as well as any logic. I am here. And they are not. Aiat."

[lunarcovehq]

WELCOME TO LUNAR COVE, WILLIAM HAWTHORNE

GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Male, He/Him

DATE OF BIRTH: September 25th, 1991

OCCUPATION: Firefighter

RESIDENCY: Downtown

FACECLAIM: Aaron Taylor-Johnson

IF I DIE YOUNG

SPECIES: Witch

INHERENT ABILITIES: Familiar Manifestation, Healing, Water Manipulation

COVEN POSITION: Member

COVEN ABILITY: Animal Telepathy

LAY ME DOWN IN A BED OF ROSES

Trigger Warnings:

Will would be the first to admit that he's had a good life. He was lucky enough to be raised in a loving household and one of the few people on Earth who can say they've known their best friend since the day they were born. From the moment they babbled their first words, their fathers would say that the twins were like fire and water--and oh how true those words would turn out to be. Where his sister burned bright and fast, Will was slow and steady. Like a river cutting through rock, he seemed to flow effortlessly through life, brushing past every obstacle. Prom King, captain of the football team, and friends with everyone he met, Will was the center of attention everywhere but at home.

His dads were never neglectful, of course; they hung his straight A's proudly on the fridge and showed up each week to his games. He never had to wonder if they were proud of him--they always made sure to tell him that they were--but there was no denying that they were distracted. Between her fires raging throughout town and the phone-calls from the principle's office, Reese kept their fathers busy, and Will quickly learned--though no one ever said it to him outright--that it was his job to be "the easy one," the one they didn't have to worry about. He was the one who never got in trouble, who never broke the rules, the one who never had a bad day and never needed help.

When graduation came around, Will was accepted into every college he applied to--and he had thrown his net wide, from New York to California. Perhaps he just wanted to see if he could do it; maybe a small part of him even wanted what those schools promised: a chance to explore the world beyond the borders of their little town, to see what he could make of himself if he dared to venture out alone. But in the end, he couldn't do it. He couldn't leave his parents--and most importantly, his sister--behind. So he hid the acceptance letters, told his family he'd been rejected, and instead, he enrolled in the Lunar Cove fire academy. It seemed the right fit. After all, he'd been snuffing out his sister's fires for as long as she'd been lighting them, and his abilities to heal injuries and manipulate water almost made the job too easy.

Lunar Cove had always been his home, and by now, he knew it always would be. Just as he'd thrown himself into every facet of school life, he did the same in town. He joined the coven, volunteered each weekend, and made friends across species. It was a simple life, but it was his. The only thing missing was someone to share it with. Seeing just how in love their fathers were--the picture perfect marriage--Will longed for a relationship just like theirs. Where his sister flittered from relationship to relationship, terrified of being stagnant, Will wanted nothing more than to settle down, to find a partner of his own. He wanted the full picture: a house he built with his own two hands and the pitter-pattering of little feet as his family grew. But that life hasn't come yet. For now, he's living in a little apartment in Downtown, and the only pitter-pattering feet are those of his familiar: a large German Shepard he's named Stacey...and the dozen or so other animals he's let take shelter in his apartment since developing the ability to telepathically communicate with them.

[lunarharp]

the random crap resumes

[stinkrascal]

upon my name as ranni the witch 🌙

and a close up version bc i think her faced turned out cute 🔮

[cryinginmommyissues]

was. it. casual. WAS IT?!?!

[windvexer]

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