Putting this blog on a Hiatus while I rework things about the Warrens!

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

from this generator.

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ ❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ ❛ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❜ ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ ❛ that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you’ve just met. ❜ ❛ i’m not sorry. ❜ ❛ i did warn you not to trust me. ❜ ❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ ❛ you’re lucky you’re cute. ❜ ❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ ❛ did you hurt yourself? ❜ ❛ i could show you the way. ❜ ❛ i don’t feel so good. ❜ ❛ you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner. ❜ ❛ don’t go. please. ❜ ❛ you wanna know what your problem is? ❜ ❛ i’m here to drink alone. ❜ ❛ don’t run away from this. ❜ ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ❛ i didn’t realize you were in so much pain. ❜ ❛ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❜ ❛ you wouldn’t understand. ❜ ❛ we’ve been through a lot. i think we should just lay low and take it easy. ❜ ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ ❛ i hope you haven’t been standing out in the cold this whole time. ❜ ❛ i made a mistake. ❜ ❛ am i not good enough? ❜ ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ ❛ why did you bring me here? ❜ ❛ aren’t we in a good mood today? ❜ ❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜ ❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜ ❛ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ❜ ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ ❛ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❜ ❛ this is the part where you leave. ❜ ❛ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ❜ ❛ you stepped on my foot! ❜ ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ❛ we’re in completely different leagues. ❜ ❛ how did you find me? ❜ ❛ i don’t need you anymore. ❜ ❛ rough day today? ❜ ❛ snap out of it! ❜ ❛ you look better in my clothes than i do. ❜ ❛ why are you still here? ❜ ❛ can i ask… what happened? ❜ ❛ are you saying you care about me? ❜ ❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ ❛ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❜ ❛ well, this is where i live. ❜ ❛ we’re not so different after all. ❜ ❛ how long have i been asleep? ❜ ❛ no more lies, no more secrets. ❜ ❛ can you forgive me? ❜ ❛ i thought you… i saw you get shot. ❜ ❛ why are you really here? ❜ ❛ i wish we never met. ❜ ❛ you look like you need a hug. ❜ ❛ would you run away with me? ❜ ❛ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❜ ❛ we can stop them. i can help you. ❜ ❛ what now? i’m tired. ❜ ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ ❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜ ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜ ❛ are you threatening me? ❜ ❛ did you ever care about me? ❜ ❛ treat me like the princess that i am! ❜ ❛ i’m not leaving you. ❜ ❛ why did you come? ❜ ❛ i need your help… and you need mine. ❜ ❛ i wish i could hate you. ❜ ❛ i see you don’t recognize me. well, it was a long time ago. ❜ ❛ you’ve lost a lot of blood. ❜ ❛ i had my suspicions, but until now i wasn’t sure. ❜ ❛ there’s nothing left for me here. ❜ ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ ❛ wait. i’ve heard that sound before. ❜ ❛ just try to hang on. ❜ ❛ so why’s it so important anyway? ❜ ❛ i’ll stay in tonight, thanks. ❜ ❛ we can’t keep going on like this. ❜ ❛ in about a minute, you’ll be sorry you didn’t listen to me. ❜ ❛ is this seat taken? sorry, it’s a bit crowded here. ❜ ❛ you can’t leave me here alone! ❜ ❛ i’ll believe it when i see it. ❜ ❛ why are you laughing? this is a very serious situation. ❜ ❛ i bought two. here. ❜ ❛ i’ve seen you before, walking by. ❜ ❛ why can’t i come with you? ❜ ❛ c'mon. aren’t you worried what might happen if we go? ❜ ❛ walk with me? ❜ ❛ it’s very rude to stare. ❜ ❛ how many times have i told you? you can’t visit me here. ❜ ❛ we can’t fix this. can we? ❜ ❛ are you going to kill me? ❜ ❛ it’s not like you can stop me. ❜ ❛ it’s not safe for people to see us together. ❜ ❛ take me with you. ❜ ❛ some risks are worth taking. ❜ ❛ let them go. take me instead. ❜ ❛ what do you want in exchange for it? ❜ ❛ is being drunk an excuse? ❜ ❛ promise me you won’t overreact. ❜ ❛ how can i possibly trust you? after all you’ve done. ❜ ❛ how long have you been standing there? ❜ ❛ why did you wake me? ❜ ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ ❛ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ ❛ for some reason, i’m attracted to you. ❜ ❛ promise me? ❜ ❛ it’s nothing, i’m just tired. ❜ ❛ i feel safe with you. ❜ ❛ i don’t need your help. ❜ ❛ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❜ ❛ no way, i’m not doing that. ❜ ❛ i do care. ❜ ❛ you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ❜ ❛ i have a spare bed. ❜ ❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜ ❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ ❛ of course i care. you’re my family. ❜ ❛ you shouldn’t insult people that are bigger than you. ❜ ❛ i never wanted to hurt you. ❜ ❛ i swear it wasn’t me. ❜ ❛ we can just sit here, you don’t have to talk. ❜ ❛ did you miss me? ❜ ❛ this isn’t just about you. it’s about what’s best for all of us. ❜ ❛ you can never admit when you’re wrong! ❜ ❛ is this what you wanted? ❜ ❛ what are you doing out here by yourself? ❜ ❛ sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now. ❜ ❛ the only time you talk to me is when you need something. ❜ ❛ i’m still learning. ❜ ❛ if you have something to say, spit it out. ❜ ❛ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ❜ ❛ i’m on your side. ❜ ❛ i risked my life for you! ❜ ❛ whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is no. ❜ ❛ you can stay with me. ❜ ❛ i just need time. ❜ ❛ please don’t do this, don’t act like you care. ❜ ❛ who the hell invited you? ❜ ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ ❛ i just wanted to say i’m sorry. ❜ ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ ❛ do you ever stop being so serious and dull? ❜ ❛ it’s rare to see your kind around here. ❜ ❛ you remember me. that’s good. ❜ ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ ❛ are you kidding me? we’re not ‘fine’! ❜ ❛ right now i wish i was dead. ❜ ❛ i guess i should’ve told you. ❜ ❛ you’re not alone. i’m here. ❜ ❛ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ❜ ❛ knowledge is power. ❜ ❛ you scared me. ❜ ❛ well, what’s so strange about that? ❜ ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜ ❛ i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you. ❜ ❛ just who do you think you are? ❜ ❛ you look… amazing. ❜ ❛ we’re safe, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ you know, i really hoped i’d never see this place again. ❜ ❛ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❜ ❛ i thought you’d like this. ❜ ❛ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❜ ❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ ❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜ ❛ you should’ve thought about that before you got into a fight. ❜ ❛ i only wanted to help. ❜ ❛ you knew and you didn’t tell me? ❜ ❛ you don’t scare me. ❜ ❛ wow, look who remembered my existence. ❜ ❛ change isn’t easy. ❜ ❛ why did you help me? ❜ ❛ why do you hate me? ❜ ❛ i can’t even trust myself anymore. ❜ ❛ i was making sure you weren’t dead, since you never called. ❜ ❛ you look awful. what happened? ❜ ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜ ❛ you know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ was that a friend of yours? ❜ ❛ two years later and you haven’t changed. ❜ ❛ you look like you just saw a ghost. ❜ ❛ nobody tells me what to do. ❜ ❛ you’re too scared to do it, aren’t you? ❜ ❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜ ❛ i hope to repay your kindness someday. ❜ ❛ just let me do this for you. ❜ ❛ why were they coming after you? ❜ ❛ how many people have you killed? how many? ❜ ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ ❛ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❜ ❛ don’t lie to me. ❜ ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ ❛ have a drink with me. ❜

"'Cause if they ain't home, they're probably out with assholes like me."

Indie V5 Vampire: the Masquerade OC.

Okay. So something I'm beginning to realize is that these characters haven't changed in a really long time. I was looking through some really old threads I did with Prism and Jar several years ago. While my writing itself has evolved, it feels like the Warrens and Kozlowskis have stagnated. I ache to come back to these characters full swing, you have no idea. Don't get me wrong, I love writing Coyote to death, but these characters were my babies for such a long time and I feel like they're just kinda there now. That bugs me.

These muses have existed in some iteration for over twelve years. This was my first cohesive personal lore but so many aspects feel so lackluster and even overly-edgy. I apologize for this kinda posting by the way. This is definitely not the kind of OOC I post on my other blog. But I just felt the need to say it out loud where it was relevant. I think I want to reshape a few things, maybe even overhaul. This latest version of the backstory here is stuff I came up with at the age of sixteen. I feel like I can do better, I'm just struggling to pick a direction. If you guys have any suggestions, I'd love to hear your input. ;~;

Alice: Madness Returns - Dollhouses

"Time is my dominion. Down here, it is unbound and I am indifferent. Any crueler God would've put it in the hands of somebody far more malicious. But don't look so embarrassed. Our history is one that's rarely ever been contained on paper. Or even passed forward by word of mouth." Dialen explained, "Those who are meant to find us will find us."

Firm but polite, she swiped the tome from his hand. Sweeping her veil back, the strange light from above shifted from red to a painfully stark white before shining directly onto her. Several feet of inky hair dusted with sand snaked down her back, her paper white skin crackled like dried mud. And her eyes, pools of glistening blackness which scrutinized the book. "Miracles are real. This being in your possession is proof enough."

"Time that is not linear. Time that skips, swings, dissolves, and never ends. Would these be useful to you? Each grain of sand under your feet, that could be your fate. To exist eternally crammed, shifting, the coarseness flaying your immortal soul. Assuming I don't come up with other plans for you. Would that be preferable to your current existence?

If you agree to these terms, you can give me your name and I'll give you mine. Then we can shake on it." Her eyes looked through his, waiting for him to accept or reject this agreement. "And when you wake up, you'll be somewhere I can find you."

"Oh, I see. I've only colleagues, no siblings. I did once, but that was another time. Family is a difficult enough thing without my affliction."

His eye widened at the slightly strangled sound that came out of the creature, shoulders soon slumping in resignation. It was true, he was completely out of his depth. But that was the case on most other days too. Barring Wednesdays. He always did have a fondness for Wednesdays.

"Loops is right, to some degree. I remember things which evidence dictates have not happened. Many times the sand pest. On another occasion done in by a petty thief. Conversely, I know I must have been a child once, but I recall barely any memories of childhood. I'd just... like to go through this whole rigmarole once. See it through the whole way - as it is surely supposed to be." He seemed far away for a moment recalling the details of his ordeal.

"To be in Hell and know it was so would be a welcome certainty by comparison." Vasil's teeth worried his bottom lip as he shuffled forwards, his voice quiet but emphatic. "Yes, by all means, yes! If it is possible to remedy this nightmare, you shall have whatever payment you require."

✞ 666 ✞

I think Dia, Cici, and Ake love each other, they just don't like each other. They definitely prefer each other to their other siblings, they'd sacrifice things for each other, cover for each other, and spend a lot of time together and are able to have a good time. Other than that, if they weren't siblings I don't think they'd want nothing to do with each other. They go out of their way to hurt each others' feelings and mock each other. Needless to say, their relationship isn't healthy but it their eyes, it beats the alternative.

The mention of Kindred like her, that was something she had vague understanding of. It seemed there was nobody else like her and this was something that was never sugarcoated for her. As much as she asked for a friend that was at the same mental level, there was no moral way her siblings could deliver. 'It wouldn't be a good thing to do', they'd say. If that was the case, then why was she here?

"Don't say sorry. People will think you're a wimp." Fausta said. "You can stay short for now! But don't make Cici mad! She might make you even shorter!" And Ruben would probably turn her into a rug.

All this talk of sponsors and funders went right over her head. Of course she wasn't involved in any of the business dealings and supernatural plastic surgery her siblings got up to. All she knew was to behave when that silly Baron came to visit. "Uh-huh! It's loud! I don't mind. I just get bored."

"I'm Fausta!" The tiny vampire chirped. "I'm. . .a hundred, I think." In truth, she didn't really keep track anymore. It didn't seem to matter. Not much seemed to change anyways. "I live here with my brother and sisters! And I. . ." The girl stopped to think again, "I collect dolls."

" they are indeed bitter, " Qiyana agreed quietly, with a slight scrunch of her nose that almost mimicked the other's, " and the beer drinkers are the worst. "

at the child's upset rant, she rose her perfectly threaded brows for a moment before her expression softened.

" my apologies, I could not help myself. it is the first time I meet kindred like you. allow me to keep my height, if you'd be so kind. "

and so, without bothering to crouch since she wouldn't crouch for a smaller woman at one of her meetings, Qiyana extended her hand politely.

" I am Qiyana and I am here on business. keeping relationships between sponsors and funders happy and light on my family's behalf. but some of the people inside are... boisterous, so I decided to step away for a moment. "

" and who might you be? "

"I'm a believer in mercy. Not many of us are, so you better count your lucky stars. And I have no colleagues, only siblings." The whole lot of lunatics would be a lot easier to shake if they weren't all bound by blood.

"As for the concept of being busy," Dialen chuckled to herself. At best, the passage of time was a plaything for her. "Time is never of the essence. You really have no clue as to who you've stumbled upon."

"Though, is dying. . .something you do often?" The demoness made a strange rattling sound, something that vaguely sounded like snorting back laughter. "One of God's tortured guinea pigs?"

She sat in silence for a minute listening to him, contemplating what the man was asking of her. Now, this was a strange request. "I mean, immortality is on the menu. It's mostly innovators who are aware of their borrowed time who ask for such a thing. Those who wish to see their projects all the way through with their own hands and eyes. Be it for the sake of humankind or for vanity."

"Is it that you run in loops? Or when it ends, you wake up somewhere new? How does it work?" It may not be as simple as keeping his body fresh.

Payment was another issue. Literally. This was something she could never decide on, "Your soul is interchangeable with a bag of potato chips to me. And souls are lacking in texture. I can always use another errand boy. Though, what I have to offer is far more valuable than your labor. We can figure out your final payment some other day."

The ancient tome in his hand caught her attention. Her cold, white hands beckoned him closer, long nails clattering against each other like bone. Not only was she curious about the text but curious about whether the alchemist would dare come closer.

If you made varied enough spiritual criticisms over enough lives, you were bound to end up calling a wrong number. He was usually the one lamenting and slinging about dramatic announcements, though Vasil had expected all this of demonic entity.

He did not expect to come across this one in particular.

A lizard-lion-lady creature was not what he'd bargained on, but it seemed a waste not to make the best of it, given he was here now. Wherever here was. In between 'holy f-' and 'there's less fire than I expected', the thought did occur to Vasil that it'd be a nightmare to find a bus ride home.

Doing his best to stop shaking, he knotted his fingers together and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Right." Another dry cough. "Thank you for your time. I've no doubt you must be a busy individual." His eye darted off to the darkness, expecting something horrible to jump out at any second now. "In truth ...I've been putting this whole thing off. The last time I made prayer to the powers that be, they sent a very rude and impetuous Englishman, and he stole my good boots."

The alchemist glanced down at the old tome in his hands, pages splayed open to a ghastly depiction of some bull-headed spider. A distinct lack of reptilian or sphynx-like features, he noted with no small amount of worry.

"This is- well, this is rather mortifying; I think there might have been some kind of error. I was looking for... I suppose a colleague of yours, maybe? It wasn't my intention to interrupt your day." Finding a speck of unwarranted courage, he looked up at where he expected her face might be.

"...I'd quite like to stop dying so much; is there any chance you're in that business? I'm not sure what I can offer you in return. I hear souls are usually popular, but..." He trailed off, clearly unsure how to proceed. This bit was not in the book.

word association.

animal: Cats, houseflies, and vultures.

colors: Maroon, black, and white.

month: October.

song(s):  Venus In Furs - The Velvet Underground, Hymn for the Supervixen - Devil's Witch, The Rot in the Field Is Holy - Feminazgul, and The Thinner the Air - Trance To The Sun.

day or night: Night.

plant: Red roses, moonflowers, black pearl orchids.

scent: Wild berries, white flowers, soil, and decay.

gemstone: Rubies and pearls.

season: Fall.

food: Raspberry tarts, chocolate ice cream, rare steak.

astrological sign: Scorpio.

element: Water.

drink: Absinthe, milk, and cherry cola.

tagged by: Stolen from The Creachure known as @yunalai tagging: @unfinched @notfrsale @helllords @fangmother @sortilegum @gnarledbite and whoever feels like it!!

"He only talks like that to you because his head is so far up his ass, he can't see how good you are. And if he keeps pulling your leg, come tell me then I'll pull his off, hm?" She removed herself from his shoulder and cradled his face in her cold hands, "But you still look so cute when you scowl like that." She teased. Carolina forced a brave face but she was just as fed up with her brother as Finch was.

There was very little she wanted more than to leave this place behind with her lover in tow. That simply wouldn't be possible as she'd willingly chose to shoulder a certain responsibility who had teeth and a literal inability to grow past childhood. If she wouldn't, who would?

Another change in his face, and that sigh. His unease was apparent and it struck a chord of guilt in her. "Oh, Finchie. It's just some boring obligatory appearance. I'd honestly almost forgotten it was coming up. In order to get the things I need to work, I have to grease the gears. It's just going to be boring people drinking boring liquor and making fools of themselves."

She didn't really enjoy the business aspect of her "day job" but she could only get away with so much physical absence, though she doubted this put Finch at ease. "You seemed worried. Do you wanna tell me what's wrong?"

An embarrassed murmur spilled out of the Malkavian, who fidgeted with his nails as Carolina cleaned him up. Dinner was regularly a mucky affair. Sometimes he startled midway through an encounter. Sometimes he just wanted the excuse to be doted on.

He made a sour face when Ruben's name came up. That dog was rotten on the insides and plastered up on the outsides. Stick a finger in the cracks, watch him ooze out like a year-old peach. Finch smiled and waved and said aye, sir when they passed each other, but seeing the creature made him want to crawl inside his own skin. And not in that enticing way of Carolina's. "Mess or naw, 'e'll find a wae t'pull me leg. Kenna what ye bruther means with 'is artsy talk."

"Did you 'see' anything?"

The same as last night, and the night before, and tomorrow night too. Stag in the headlights! You can't smile without teeth, and the loving meat tastes sweeter. She always did have a sweet tooth.

He breathed in long and hard, the way he always did when he wasn't sure of something. " ...Naethin new, nae. But some lass came askin' if yer goin' tae some gala week's end? What's all tha'aboot?" A spark of concern crossed his gaze, brows furrowed. He hadn't heard anything about an event before tonight. Finch mentioned nothing of the fact their visitor had been bold enough to ask which pet might be attending as her plus one, were Carolina to come. He made a note to interrogate her latest 'specimens' after this.

Poor, lonely watchers - nasty gossips.

Ruben gave a low chuckle, "Do I think you're mad?" His fist closed tightly around the intestine before yanking it back. "Vasil, is this hand not the one you shook? But after all, we've already struck a deal, haven't we? I don't care how mad you are or aren't. It's not my duty to care."

Maybe it was more like a desperation. Then again, if there's anything he learned from observing his useless sisters is that one metamorphosed into the other. "Would you say that's a realistic goal then? Death and the anomalies that follow typically aren't so flexible. Mythology doesn't need another Sisyphus."

The organ dangled down as Ruben held it up, inspecting it. Pink and alien-like, this was an environment he wasn't used to seeing his work in. It simply didn't appeal to him anymore in this state. "You're really going to make me carry this home then?"

Vasil looked horrified at Ruben's dismissive response. He would have been even more insistent about the mistake, if not for Vasil reminding himself the man was a practised killer. Not like him. He was helping these poor souls. To beat evil out of this world, sometimes you needed to recruit it.

"Nothing lies beyond the sky but the stars? Oh. I see, you're telling me a witticism. As for why; I intend to find a way to ensure no one comes back. Die, die again. When I return, it's always the same people in a different story."

He handled the torn intestine with unnerving reverence, as if Ruben had delivered him golden fleece as opposed to a cadaver. " ...You think I'm mad, don't you."

Fausta's family really raised the perfect goddamn monster, which I'm sure was their goal. Inheriting Cicero's sharp tongue, Dialen's understanding of human behavior, Akephalos's bloodlust, Lethros's endless ambition, and later on Baphomet's drive for knowledge. These are all things that contribute to the life she leads as an adult and as much as she plays herself up as such, she's not a saint.

Vincent is always worrying about Felix's obsession with the occult but the man is obsessed with death. He got into mortuary science because it was a subject he was sincerely interested. Any way he can learn about death, funeral rites, decomposition, etc. he wants it.

Plotted with @twyred

The shape stalked around the man with a sphinx-like posture, reptilian feet kicking up fine sand and disturbing the eerie stillness of the vast darkness surrounding them. Above there were no stars, no clouds, no sun. Only a blood red blemish which writhed and morphed in the sky, emanating a low light. There was no sound within the vast wasteland, and now the only movement was the shape leaping up to perch on a barbed tree.

Tail whipping back and forth, she spoke: "I usually find those who are looking for me. I stumble upon them during a chance encounter. After months of calling, they cross my path. Leaping through self imposed hoops of archaeology and living in occult libraries. Did you self-flagellate? Did you kill babies or animals in my name? Did you swear off your earthly possessions and crawl on your hands and knees to find me? If you did, I don't want you here."

Standing upright, the head and torso of a woman became more apparent but her face was still lost in the darkness as it was hidden behind a veil. "Seeking me in of itself is a mortal sin. And dangerous too. My siblings would have eaten you alive if you had found them instead."

"You better be something. Otherwise, you'll have to bear all the punishments and receive none of the rewards. The floor is yours, friend. Make it worth it."