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wherethewolfsbaneblooms · 1 year

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Okay so I caved into @zeroinvador and made another siren OC. So here she is, big ol’ gator mommy Dominga. She was inspired by my recent trip to Florida. My apologies, Tumblr ruins the quality. Tap for a better image. Some info —

Freshwater siren. Amphibious reptilian clade.

American Alligator

About 15 ft long and THICK. A big gorl.

Lives in a dense Louisiana bayou the locals call the “Gator’s Smile”. It is named for the main river’s jagged shape. Her territory is expansive, but she resides mainly in an abandoned fishing hut directly in the epicenter that is only accessible by boat or bravery.

She is extremely charming but lazy and self indulgent. Eloquent and enticing words tend to manipulate her victims into doing her bidding, whatever that may be, on the promise of something special in return.

Practices ancient voodoo magic. Her dark, mysterious services are sought out by wayward fishermen and river-folk alike.

Rarely encounters other sirens. Has only met a handful in her life and usually only when she travels through brackish rivers closer to the sea.

Not inherently kind or generous but has a “help me and I help you” attitude.

Loves to lounge in the sun on the river bank.

Cannot breath under water but can hold her breath for up to two hours depending on her activity level and the temperature of the water. Has the ability to slow her heart rate down in colder waters to conserve energy and oxygen.

Does not do well in cold climates. Becomes slow, sluggish, and, in severe cases, almost catatonic.

Very old but it is unknown exactly how old she is. Appears to be in her late 30s-40s.

Has a deep, raspy voice. Slight Cajun accent. Can growl and bellow like normal gators.

Obsessed with piercings and has many. Even some explicit ones. Much of her jewelry was given to her as compensation for her witchcraft — for which her clients either pay in gold, their lives, or both.

She has a single reoccurring client that keeps her legend alive on the mainland and brings in more visitors to her. Her engraved gold “D” necklace was a gift from this client.

Sometimes is referred to as “Dom” for short, though she rarely allows it.

Has a natural flair for dramatics.

Egotistical but personable. She is a very good conversationalist and could talk you out of your last dime while making you feel like the most special person in the world.

Has a silver tongue 👀

Very inviting. She makes you want to get to know her better despite the fact she’s most likely playing you like a fiddle.

Most who seek her out are men and they make up the majority of her diet. However, on rare occasion she is visited by a woman and these are the visits she enjoys the most. Dominga jumps on the chance to have her other appetites satisfied — she very rarely consumes the women who visit her. Instead, she spends a few days enjoying them while they become hopelessly attached to her before she sends them on their way.

BIG Mommy vibes

Protective in nature for what she cares about (usually material things — hardly ever living individuals). But if someone were to win this gator’s love truly, she’d go to extraordinarily great lengths to keep them safe.

Likes to flip unsuspecting fishermen who’ve travelled too deep inside her territory out of their boats. She finds their fear amusing. And delicious.

Loves to eat and is a fantastic cook. Eats in BULK. If you please her well enough, she will likely cook for you.

HUGE BOOBIES

If you think you’ve found all her piercings, no you haven’t.

#siren #siren oc #siren au #mermaid oc #mermaid #gator mermaid #alligator #american alligator #lousiana #voodoo #witchcraft #witch doctor #magic #bayou #Dom’s Bayou #merfolk #the siren squad

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cajunwitch101 · 2 years

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Louisiana swamps..

#swamp witch #cajun witch #green witch #nature #swamps #bayou #witchcraft #witchyvibes

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screamsfinalgirl · 8 months

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Black Witches in movies and tv shows 🧹🔮🕷️

Tia Dalma

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest

Tia Dalma was a beautiful and mysterious soothsayer of the Caribbean. A witch doctor, fortune teller, and a mystic who wields the supernatural power of voodoo-like magic, there was more to her than met the eye. Before she was known as Tia Dalma, she was the sea goddess Calypso.

Prudence Blackwood

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

She is a witch and Faustus Blackwood's illegitimate daughter, who desperately sought his approval and family name, as well as assisted at the Academy of Unseen Arts, with former students Agatha and Dorcas. Together, they formed the Weird Sisters, with Prudence being the leader.

Marie Laveau

American Horror Story: Coven

Marie Laveau is the legendary former Voodoo Queen of New Orleans. She is a character in American Horror Story portrayed by Angela Bassett. Her status in the Voodoo practice is equivalent to that of the Supreme in Witchcraft.

Rochelle Zimmerman

The craft

Rochelle Zimmerman is a main character in The Craft. She is an aspiring witch who forms a coven with Sarah Bailey, Nancy Downs and Bonnie. She uses magic to get revenge on a classmate who bullies her, but gets more than she bargained for.

Carmen Eguiluz

Always a Witch

Carmen Eguiluz was a cradle witch born in the 17th century. Her mother was the witch Paula Eguiluz. Because she was a slave in Cartagena, Colombia she received only a moderate amount of training in magic and never learned the nature of her own innate powers.

Mozelle Batiste

Eve’s Bayou

Second sight is the gift, or curse, visited on Mozelle Batiste Delacroix, beloved aunt in a prosperous black family in 1962 Louisiana who tells fortunes and “is not unfamiliar with the inside of a mental institution.”

like & reblog for more !

#black girls #witches #witchcraft #whimiscal #halloween #spooktober #spooky #spooky season #halloweencore #the craft #ahs coven #american horror story #the chilling adventures of sabrina

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spliffymae · 1 year

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COLD.

synopsis: oh, how foolish were you. to think a stranger emerging from the waters would be your one true love.

⚠️exhusband!sukuna, swearing, mentions of witchcraft, reader is like tia dalma from pirates of the caribbean, alternate universe but sukuna HAS a curse instead of being one, reader is scorned, toxicity, mentions of smut, this is a whole magical fictional world i’m making up so just keep that in mind

kio’s notes - i have been dyinggg to do a fic like this. i just finished ahs hotel and am literally full of inspo lmao. this is heavily influenced by hotel and pirates of the caribbean, as well as the vampire diaries!

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there was something comical about the concept of irony, sukuna thought. to have a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result. it was funny how it worked.

take you for example. you were a third generation bayou witch, born under calypso, the goddess of the sea. the sea. an enchanting pool of life. you lived for it, you would die for it. it gave you everything and more; power, warmth, beauty, guidance. it was a custom for those born under calypso to have a bond with the sea, but your bond was a bond no one had ever seen before.

the sea was naturally at no command but that of the mother, calypso. it was to be used as a partner for her descendants. but you, you were different. you and the sea were one in the same, similar to that of the goddess herself. the crabs would crawl from the water to your feet and the dolphins would jump out the water with joy at your presence.

you had a captivity over the sea that not even most of your village’s elders had seen. and it was fascinating. to watch you sit on the rocks at the bottom of a cliff, and play with the angry waters. the sea was mischievous, as were you. you two were friends, the best of friends.

until one day, when you met ryomen sukuna.

he was something you had never seen before. a man with fuchsia hair and markings along his body. his skin olive, only just kissed by the sun when comparing to you and your villages various shades of melanin. some were like him, but their features not so….thin.

“who might you be?” he had inquired about you the second he laid his eyes on you. vermillion orbs that shone like blood under moonlight.

“that question seems more appropriate for you to answer, seeing as how you emerged from the see and all.” you stood along the rocky shoreline, arms folded and eyes narrowed at the man.

the man appreciated your candor. he told you his name, ryomen sukuna, a lost and stranded seaman, separated from his crew and ship.

he quickly took to you, like baby sea turtles do to the water after they hatch. he followed you back to your village where you let him stay with you out of hospitality, of course.

he explained his ship had been merely passing through when they were hit by rough and choppy waters. he was too close to the edge of the ship and got thrown overboard, then pushed down by the waves. he couldn’t go anywhere else.

you let him stay for some nights. you fed him, clothed him, took him to explore your village and meet your people. he seemed rather excited to be with you, to see.

your people clung to him. elders marveled in his looks and build. the men had him work on putting up homes and collecting from the trees. he would go on to help them hunt.

yes, everyone you knew and loved loved sukuna.

well, almost everyone.

your first love, the sea, was not accepting of your new acquaintance. you had taken him to visit the waterfall that separated your village from the mainlands, expecting for him to be able to step in and feel the channeling current. but when he approached the end of the land, right where the sea would meet his foot, there was a crashing wave that rolled down the waterfall. it took you by surprise. the waterfall was the calmest part but when sukuna ever entered it’s proximity, it became violent.

“i don’t understand,” you spoke to your eldest shaman, lucille, one night standing on the shore and looking out at the salt watered bed of sea that was your best friend. “did i upset the goddess, uncle? is she vex with me?” you turn to him curious, confused, and begging for clarity.

the older man pursed his wrinkly lips and shrugged, gold plated earrings dangling as he did so, “the sea is an inconsistent lover, (y/n). no mortal holds the answers to her ways. but with time she reveals the truth, the answers.”

the sea was pulling away from you, and simultaneously pushing you towards sukuna. he quickly became to you what the sea once was; comfort, safety, a friend. the more time you spent with sukuna, the less you were at the shoreline. the less time you spent sitting on the rocks and casting enchantments over them as the waves crashed into them. the less you spent practicing your magic rituals. sukuna became your other half, slowly untying your bond to the sea.

sukuna found out about your witch bloodline when you two started dating. you had healed him from a gatherrer incident with a family healing spell. he remembered there being a cut along his torso, but you smudged a paste into it and mumbled something he couldn’t understand. next thing he knew, he was healed.

his stay in the village had gone from one night to three, three nights to two weeks, weeks to a month, and in time, sukuna became an addition to your village. to your life.

when he proposed, he used your great grandmothers gold ring, one which she enchanted to bring everlasting happiness to all beating hearts who wore it and formed marital unions through it.

when you married, the day was gloomy, the waters were angry, but you were blinded by love and so were given away by your family to sukuna, your new husband.

sukuna soon became interested in your family’s history. he would read their grimoires and ask you questions, help you with spells and even come with you to the annual celebrations of the ancestors .

you loved him with all your heart, for he was yours. but the more days progressed within your marriage, the more an emptiness filled you. you became cold, more so than usual. you were feeling ill, and hadn’t been practicing your magic as often or as effectively as you once were.

the sickness seemed to progress. and as it grew, so did an unhappiness in your life. your days were not a rich blue of skies and water anymore. they were grey clouds casted over such somber tides. it was depressing.

“kuna, my love, i feel rather…weak.” you expressed to your husband one day, stumbling into the kitchen to find him sipping a cup of ale and reading your mothers book of spells, something he did every evening after coming home from work.

he looked up at you with concern, “my dear, you look awful.” he was referring to the absence of glow on your skin. your eyes weighed down by dark circles, whites of them red from fatigue. your hands were ice cold and shaking.

“my body feels as if the roughest of bark is under my skin. i am so thirsty and cold.” you grabbed the jug of ale before and brought it to your lips, chugging the liquid down. you needed to quench the thirst. unbeknownst to you, though, sukuna watched in amusement.

your illness only grew and the people of your village became concerned. day in and out after all, you were the descendant of the goddess, you were blessed with outlasting health, like the waves. the villagers would come to your door, bearing gifts of meals, remedies, potions and offerings to the ancestors on your behalf. but nothing seemed to work.

sukuna stood right by your side, tending to you like a doting husband. he bathed you when you were too weak to stand, cooked and fed you when yo couldn’t feed yourself. he would warm you up by the fireplace, wrapping his arms around your shivering frame. he was your rock.

or so you thought.

what sukuna was actually doing was marveling at the irony before him. a woman born of the ocean. born by and with the power of the sea. you were born to connect with nature, to be a link between the goddess and her people. but oh, how that would never truly happen.

“i didn’t mean to! sh-she was hurt and i was trying to help but she just smelt so good a-and, oh my gosh!” you were pacing back and forth in your home, tears spilling out your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.

the lower half of your face was covered in blood but not your own! from one of the villagers, rella, who had come to you for a healing spell. she had cut her palm while fishing, a simple gash she knew your paste could fix.

you had done it a hundred times before, but this time it was different. there was a sweet aroma she had. one that made your mouth water and jaw hurt. it was emitting from her palm.

you remember the last thing you did was stare at her palm with a hungry gaze, the dark crimson of her blood practically calling out to you.

when you came to, she was dead before you, neck slashed open and body lifeless. and you, your face and hands were covered in her blood.

“i was wonderin’ when my lil wedding gift would arrive for you, my love.” sukuna smiled, sitting on the couch and watching your panicked expression.

“kuna. i-i don’t understand.” you felt sick, but at the same time you never felt more alive. your body felt like it had just been shocked back awake. your senses were tingling and heart beating faster than you’ve ever felt before. you were practically vibrating.

“well, i guess i might as well take the cat out the bag now, huh? i turned you.” he said nonchalantly, easing back onto the couch.

you furrowed your brows, “you…turned…me?”

sukuna nodded, “a part of marriage is ‘for better or for worse’, right? and i thought ‘it’s time for my wife to get my worse’. so i turned you.” he shrugged.

you started to get irritated, “ryomen fucking explain! what the hell do you mean turned me?!”

“don’t act like you don’t know, dear. i’ve read all your family’s grimoires, listened to all the elders, i know you know about the curse. the sickness that grants you immortality but an insatiable appetite. the one that—and this is quoting uncle, ‘the devil bestowed to only the darkest of demons’.”

your eyes widened in shock. “y-you were…you turned me into….” you couldn’t finish your sentence. not when you were struggling to speak over the heart that was breaking within your chest.

“think of it as my parting gift, dear. you and me are now tied to and for eternity. it’s a blessing, you’ll see.” he got up from the couch with a cocky and smug smile. he passed you to go upstairs and gave your frozen face a kiss on the cheek. “think i overstayed my welcome here. m’gonna head out tomorrow morning.” he mumbled against your skin.

when he left, and you heard the click of the bedroom door, you ran outside. you made a beeline to the elders region of the village, to the temple where the ancestors’ idols were.

it was late at night, but you needed answers. you needed help.

when you showed up, lucille was praying under calypso. “lucille!” your cry opened his eyes and he grimaced at the horrific sight of you.

“child, what has happened?” he was shocked. the aura he felt off you was not your usual one of warmth and love. he felt nothing. he couldn’t see your warmth anymore. and worse of all, he couldn’t feel the goddess through you.

you were a sobbing mess, you looked terrifying, and you felt as cold as the sea during winter. “something horrible, lucille. sukuna he, he turned me and i don’t know how to change it. help me! ask the goddess, please!” you had fallen to your knees before him to beg.

lucille felt his breath hitch into his throat, “your husband? he was a cursed creature?”

“i didn’t know. lucille please i swear to you i didn’t know i was just trying to heal rella and—she just smelled so good i...” you shook your head and sobbed out. the level of betrayal was far to great to put in simplistic terms. you were disgusted with yourself, with your actions.

lucille wanted to help you, he did. but he had no time as a commotion was heard from afar. “find her! it is her head on a stick i want. that bloody creature killed my girl!” you could hear the cries of rella’s father amongst the uproar.

you turned back to lucille, who looked down at you with a stone cold expression. “lucille,” you plead, holding your hands out for him, “help me please.”

heartbreaking. that’s the best way you could put what happened next. lucille looked down on you with disgust darkening in his eyes and a snarl, “the problem is (y/n), i can’t. you are a beast, now. a god awful creature of the earth. you will live in misery, in isolation from life and love. your bloodlust will consume you, and you will know only the horrific cries of your victims for the rest of eternity. you’re not mortal, anymore. there’s nothing i can do but tell you to run. run and pray you find a quick death.”

there was silence after that. you were too stunned to speak. lucille was an elder who was like your grandfather. he saw a vision of you prior to your conception and told you mother of the great force she would give birth to, the change her child would make on the village. but if only he knew the type of change you would bring.

you sobbed out, “please don’t do this, lucille. please! i need you, i need the goddess!” you gripped onto his robe, but he didn’t budge.

“she’s here!” he yelled for the mob as his eyes remained on you. you could see the hurt that clouded them, but it was brief as he blinked it away.

you stood up and without a second thought, ran for the waters. the temple was yards from the waterfall, so you had to run as quick as possible. if you could jump off, you could swim to the mainlands. or get pierced by a sharp rock. either way, you knew you’d be free.

“there! grab her!”

“she’s headed for the mainlands! we’ll lose her if she passes!”

“stop! answer for your crimes!”

“kill her! i want her to burn!”

the threatening screams of your people, the animosity that radiated off them. you were running through the forest with tears blurring your vision.

you were all alone. you were defenseless. not an ally amongst them. they had all changed their minds about you. you were no longer the goddess’ proxy. you were no longer the villages healer. you were no longer the third generation bayou witch, who would lead her village to eternal success.

no. you were a creature bound to live as long as earth spun on its axis. you were cursed with a hunger that could not be sedated. you craved the blood that ran through the bodies of those you once loved most. you were powerless, you were disconnected from nature.

but worse of all, you were forever cold. and it was all thanks to ryomen sukuna, your ex-husband.

#Spotify #🌞🍃spliffymae #jjk⋞〈⏣》⋟#sukuna x black reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x black y/n #anime x black!reader #jjk #jjk sukuna #angst #ex husband sukuna #jjk x black reader #betrayal #witch reader #black witch

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cljordan-imperium · 2 years

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You have entered the domain of the all powerful AUTHOR GODDESS...AKA...Your Eccentric Southern Gothic Creole Auntie who is full of sass and isn't afraid to tell it to you straight. *blows kiss*

She/Her

48 - Female - Mother of 1 Human Kidlet & 2 Feline Goddesses - Work Full Time - Published Short Stories

I am a female writer on the Gulf Coast of the United States, currently residing in the state of Mississippi near the amazing city of New Orleans. I have lived in both Louisiana and Mississippi and the culture of the bayou areas runs through my blood. I have one adult son, who is the light of my life, and a cat who thinks she is the goddess of it. The stories that are currently being published to Tumbler are the continuation of roleplays and solo writing that I have been writing for over 20 years; and that I decided to continue sharing with everyone. Some characters have intricate and elaborate backstories which I will unfold for you. Some are new and you will learn about as they reveal themselves to me. I hope you all enjoy.

Some call me a free spirit, I call me...me. It took me years to become comfortable in who I am, so I judge no one else. We all have our own journeys. I am here to support everyone else on theirs, so maybe they won't have to take as long to be able to love themselves. I prefer not to talk much about my disabilities because I don't want them to define me, but am also open about them when asked or to help others come to terms with their own.

I love purple and sparkles, and I'll probably die petting something I shouldn't. Being as I live on the Gulf Coast, I might also be eaten by it, and that is fine. Life is a circle and we're all part of it.

Feel free to visit my inbox and ask box. I promise I do not bite unless asked.

GENERAL TRIGGER WARNINGS - I am going to post this here and also on appropriate stories where they happen - Also, not all of my characters are meant to be liked or sympathetic. Feel free to literally hate them and let your opinions change if the characters do, some of them WILL evolve over time.

All of my stories are FICTION and NOT REAL.

There are themes of: fantasy, evil, demons, angels, religion, blood, viscera, evisceration, gore, swearing, slavery, manipulation, ptsd, emotional manipulation, dv, sa, abuse, death, hell, torture, violence, war, fighting, anger, injury, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, guns, police, witchcraft, .

~may be updated later if I think of more that fit~

Please know that I have 14 Active WIPS here (not including the individual stories in The Imperium Chronicles)

MASTER LIST - Updated 4/16

The Imperium Chronicles

NOT STORYLINE

Flash Fiction Friday 3.3.23

3/10/23 - Flash Fiction Friday - Celestial Bodies

April Fool's In Imperium

Meeting Jasper

Moodboards of Characters

Back To The 20's

HISTORICAL

GET TO KNOW MY OC

THE PALACE

CASPERIUS & MARTENIQUE

DARTAN & AMAYA

GRAE & ADALICIA

ASHER & KAYLIN

MARCELLUS & SORINA

DEZ, PHAEDRA, & THINIUS

UFFERN

LEANDRE & YAEL

CASSANDRA & LUCIFER

KARLEN

ADRIEL & ANNABELLA

DELILAH & TALON

PUSTOTA

FUN STUFF

Character Theme Song

OC Name Meaning/Reason Tag

Writing Questions Tag

Characters as Comfort Foods

Fav Character(s) to Write

Magical Objects in Imperium

WIP Drinking Game

Foretelling/Prophecy in My Writing

Government in My Stories

Types of Side Characters

THE ANDROMEDA EFFECT

@the-andromeda-effect - In Greek Mythology Andromeda was sacrificed by her parents to save their kingdom from Poseidon's wrath after her mother offended him, but Perseus saves her from death by a Krackon and takes her to his kingdom to be his Queen. Mircea (Meer-cha) Kalavati wasn't sacrificing his wife to appease a god, or bring peace to his clan, he was doing it to start a war with another. His mistake when he hired Caliban Andros was lying to him about why he wanted her rescued, then killed to look like those who had kidnapped her had done it. Never lie to your hitman. Now, like Perseus to Andromeda, Caliban has rescued Riona Kalavati and something is drawing him to the woman. He will kill to keep her safe, and her husband is going to regret that lie for what remaining life he has left. Now as Adira Andros, she is definitely Caliban's Queen, and his "army" has rallied around her.

BATTLEGROUND OF DREAMS

@battlegroundofdreams - Morpheus & Melinoe are Dream Assassins, sent into the minds of sleeping human dreamers to take out Nightmares who can kill the dreamers. They have been trained and are the best at what they do. Put together as unwilling partners, they must learn to work together to keep one another alive. As they try to navigate a tentative partnership, they also take on the responsibility of becoming mentors to Lorien and Rua, a pair of recently graduated Dream Assassins who were almost killed by one of the most powerful Nightmares that any of them have ever faced. If the pairs cannot learn to work together, it could lead to disaster for them all. They will all learn more about themselves, and each other. Once lone wolves, they will become a pack, and one that Nightmares will come to fear. However, a Dream Assassin turned Nightmare from Morpheus' past will come and threaten them all, and test his will and loyalty. His decisions will either save Melinoe's life, or damn all four of them.

BAYOU WITCHES

@bayouwitches (Heaven & Arthur Shelby belong to @call-sign-shark)

BEHIND THESE MASKS

@behindthesemasks - Melania LaVeau is a professor at LSU in Baton Rouge. She is also the grandaughter of Ambrose Meyers, one of the most powerful men in the country and the daughter of Marie LaVeau...yes THAT Marie LaVeau! Old money, going back to when the Gautier family came over from France to settle in New Orelans, there isn't much that goes on in Louisiana or Mississippi that they don't have their hands in. Meyers Worldwide, a tech conglomerate is a cover for underworld activities that will eventually come to light. What happens when someone decides to cross the most powerful, and immortal, Queen of Voodo and threaten one of her children? Will New Orleans be left standing? If you are a fan of Indiana Jones, Tomb Raider, or The LIbrarians, the story is in the same veign. All of the characters are human, but there are supernatural occurrences around them

BENDING THE LAW

@bendingthelaws - Colin Masterson is the Cook Count State's Attorney. He has been on a mission to take down the head of a Chicago crime conglomerate that is headed by Constantin Rakeovich. Now someone has kidnapped his intern and is sending her back to him in tiny pieces. Is it Constantin? Is it another one of the people that Colin has crossed? Now he and those he trusts are going to have to figure it out before someone else disappears or is hurt. Complicating matters is that his brother, Colton Masterson is Constantin's defense attorney. The brothers have never been close, but in this situation, things take a much darker turn. Will Colton stand by his brother or his client? And what happens when something bigger happens and puts everyone Colin cares about in the crosshairs? If you are a fan of Law & Order, or any of those types of shows, this is much in the same vein and will involve more than just the lawyers. All characters are human. There is no supernatural beings or magic. Some places are going to be fictional, but the main setting is the city of Chicago.

DEVIL IN THE DETAILS

@devil-in-the-details-ay - When Lucifer's daughter Yara gets bored and wants to intern for the Lord of Death, Astaroth, her father agrees. After their first meeting, the Devil changes the plans once more. Deciding to make Yara someone else's problem, she is now to be Astaroth's wife. Navigating this challenge, and those who will come against them both will reveal a lot about each other, and themselves. Is the Princess really as spoiled and entitled as she seems? Is Astaroth really the iceberg incarnate that he seems? Is she even who she believes herself to be? And what happens when someone decides to try to interfere in their relationship?

MAGICAL MISTAKES

@magical-mistakes-vm - Vollrath, the Master Warlock of the local Coven, encounters Mahala (Mah-HAY-lah) preparing to do a ritual on his land. Her mistakes in not being careful in preparations allowed him to find her, but it also set up events in the future that they will need the help of his best friends Baldur and Elmar to deal with. A witch that has no clue what she is and a Master Warlock who is not used to letting people close have to navigate revelations that will change both their lives, and possibly even the Coven. When his brother, Balor, an equally powerful warlock within the Coven who he has been at odds with for years, also shows up and it is clear will be needed, it just adds one more complexity to the situation. Can they all get along to keep each other safe, or will one of them fall to those who are coming against them?

MYSTS OF TIME

@mystsoftime

NIGHTMARE MAGIC

(MAGICAL MISTAKES X BATTLEGROUND OF DREAMS)

@nightmare-magic

PRINCESS OF THIEVES

@princess-of-thieves-id - Princess Inara is set to marry Prince Diyan the next day, a man she has never met or even set eyes on. Ever defiant, that is the last thing she is going to do. Deciding to thwart her father's plans, the Princess slips out of the castle and sets to escape. Little does she know that the Prince's family sent Arik, the Prince's best friend and a trained assassin, to watch over her, fearing more that she would be murdered by enemies rather than escape. One thing that Arik knows is that Diyan doesn't want to marry Inara either, so instead of stopping her, he helps her with a promise to keep her safe if she stays with him. They make it to the next town, which is a port and aboard a vessel that is just preparing to depart in an effort to stay one step ahead of the soldiers now searching for Inara. Unbeknownst them, they have just become stow-aways on a pirate ship. Complicating things further is that Arik and the Captain of the ship are not strangers, and when a romance develops between Inara and Arik and the Captain deciding he would like her for his own, things become even more complicated. Not to mention all three of them are being hunted by multiple kingdoms. Nothing like a quiet day on the sea, right?

SEHNSUCHT RISING

@sehnsuchtrising

Tapperhet

@tapperhet-em - When Princess Meeri's father is deposed by his brother, he believes she was part of the coup, and disowns her as his family flees the country. Lucky for her, she is found by one of the knights she befriended in childhood and is still loyal to her, Einar, before her uncle did. A members of nobility, he and three of his friends spirit her off into hiding where they can plan to figure out who set her up, help her rebuild a life apart from royalty, and decide how to bring about justice. Can the seeming unrequited love of Einar for Meeri turn into more? Or will one of his brothers in arms, cut him off from that possibility? And how close was/is the traitor to Meeri? Sometimes safe isn't as safe as you think...and destiny, it's more than just a lofty ideal. She is a bitch sometimes, and she will find you.

WHILE YOU WAIT

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oceaniccourt · 2 months

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hihi! we're bayou, or the oceanic court. we're a transmasc, disabled, mentally ill, chill person!

tags:

#ocean noises - original posts

#sea sick - disability and mental illness (no venting)

#tea time - gong fu cha hyperfixation

#spirits of the sea - witchcraft/spirituality

#crucifixes but theyre gay - owner/boyfie

#court creations - crafts, sewing, art

#the oceans are deep - alterhuman and more silly system posting

other blogs:

@sunken-courthouse - our NSFT blog. 18+!

@sea-puppers - agere/petre blog

DNI!

discourse participants of any flavor

i block freely and without hesitation!

#ocean noises #tea time #spirits of the sea #crucifixes but theyre gay #court creations #sea sick

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findroleplay · 8 months

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Hi everyone! :) I'm 21+ and looking for someone 21+ for an original vampire-themed MxM roleplay.

I'm very interested in a plot that involves one of the characters being the sire/maker of the other character but I'm also fine with a "normal" vampire x vampire or even vampire x human (maybe as a familiar/servant?) roleplay.

I don't have any concrete plot in mind so I'm hoping we can come up with something together, but I will include a couple of settings I personally "vibe" with (we do not need to use any of them, though! I'm definitely open to hearing whatever setting/plots you might be interested in).

At the moment I do have some interest in world building/creating lore but it doesn't have to be super in depth (although if you have any great ideas I'm definitely here to brainstorm together to add to them!).

I'm fine with smut but it's not a requirement! We can always fade to black if you prefer :)

If you do want to write smut I want to say that I don't enjoy it when characters "behave" a certain way just because they have certain bedroom preferences and I do not want to basically emulate straight gender norms just with two men (that doesn't mean that one of the characters can't be feminine, of course, just that two men in a relationship will relate to each other differently than a man and a woman).

I prefer 3rd person/past tense when writing. I'm not too picky when it comes to length, as long as replies are at least a couple of lines.

I tend to prefer characters that are a little more "mature", most of my human characters tend to be in their late 30s or 40s. (I know vampires don't have to visually look their age but I thought I'd mention here that I don't really enjoy characters that would make good YA novel protagonists or that would fit into a boy band - no offense to people who enjoy characters like that, of course, but I just generally don't find characters like that compelling).

Some "warnings" to consider before engaging with me: 1) I'm not a native speaker and still pretty new to roleplaying but I'll try my best to keep mistakes to a minimum! 2) I'm not always super available due to work and I live in Europe. Depending on the length of our posts I might reply a couple of times per day or once every two days. I will try to at least reply once a week at minimum!

Now, onto the scenarios/"vibes" I had in mind! (Once again, we don't need to use any of them, I just thought I'd try to give you an idea what sort of plots/settings I tend to enjoy):

New Orleans: I just adore how magical and mysterious New Orleans as a city appears to be. I was thinking this could take place in the 1920s or maybe the modern day. I would love to incorporate some other magical/occult things here (maybe our characters have to deal with witchcraft or other supernatural events). Keywords: mardi gras, bayou, French Quarter, night life, religious guilt, attempts to maintain humanity, alienation from society, voodoo, spirits, magical realism, urban fantasy

Mafia: I'm thinking of maybe one character being the boss and the other being his second in command? Keywords: modern day, penthouses, private jets, sleek sportscars, art galleries, casinos, night clubs, opposing powers, rival vampire gangs

18th century aristocracy: Maybe taking place in either Venice or at the French court. Keywords: masquerade balls, opera houses, palace gardens, political intrigues, Paris catacombs, gondolas

Dark Academia: My first idea was for this to take place sometime during the middle/end of the 19th century with our characters as university professors or researchers. Keywords: uncovering of truths, search for knowledge, secret socities, dark cults and the occult, scholars, traditional gothic horror

I prefer to roleplay on Discord but I'm also fine with trying a different method like e-mails or GDocs.

If you're interested please like this post and I will reach out to you :)

#roleplay #rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #mxn rp #vampire rp

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always-besides-the-darkest · 1 year

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“Y’Allternative” and the Southern Goth

Despite its playful portmanteau, “Y’allternative” describes a macabre take on iconic Southern imagery and themes. Think decrepit barns, deer skulls, black butterflies in fields of grain, bayou witches and churches veiled by Spanish moss. Essentially, Y’Allternative swaps the city goth for the country goth. The term has reemerged as a social media fashion trend in the same vein as cottagecore or warcore, leading some to embrace the Southern Gothic aesthetic as a whole.

The aesthetic is rooted in literature dating as far back as the early 1800s. Authors such as William Faulkner and Truman Capote rejected the romanticized “Lost Cause” American South in favor of grim narratives involving death, witchcraft, religious trauma and racism. In fact, a key subject of Southern Gothic literature is confronting the horrible realities of the pre- and post-Antebellum South.

Southern Gothic music– also known as gothic Americana, gothic country, dark country or “the Denver sound”– twists folk, bluegrass, rock and punk influences together to create a spooky yet rural vibe. The last moniker references the music’s origin in Denver, where the scene still savors its popularity. A Southern Gothic tune might rely heavily on the banjo, acoustic guitar or violin to cultivate that dreary backwoods feeling.

Television has an eye for Southern goths– particularly Southern vampires. The HBO series True Blood and the 2022 adaptation of Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire place the bloodthirsty beings in Louisiana. Both explore supernatural themes and race in the South, with an additional queer lens taking form in the characters of Lafayette Reynolds and Lestat de Lioncourt.

With these subconscious influences, Southern Gothic fashion employs flowy silhouettes, gingham prints, wide-brim hats, boots and lace accents, as well as a color palette of wine reds, forest greens, muted grays and, of course, black. The result is an unmistakably gothic version of the beaut, belle or gent you would find in a Southern period drama. While some individuals choose to highlight feminine or masculine shapes in their styling, others blend them or adopt an androgynous shape. Further variation occurs when outfits borrow from punk, fairycore, romantic goth or any of the innumerable aesthetics viewable on Pinterest.

For those of us that grew up with more urban gothic trends, Y’Allternative is a breath of rustic air. It’s pleasantly subversive, embracing the wilderness and its potential for fear. Southern Gothic music, literature, film and television all spin the once-comforting countryside into a landscape of horror. The fashion echoes the past, yet brings darkness to the forefront.

You might be visiting family in Mississippi when late at night, you spot a pair of glowing eyes beyond your bedroom window. You go outside to investigate, the cicadas screeching and mosquitos grappling your skin. You hear the slow crunching of leaves - it’s too loud to be a coyote. You spin around and run back inside as fast as you can. One thing is for certain: The memory will plague your mind for as long as you live… the potential for screams in the South.

#yallternative #fashion #alternativefashion #alternative #writing #magazine #articles #student

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palettepainter · 11 months

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Tell me every single idea you have about Anastasia and Tina PLEASE

I must know their dynamic

Be careful what you ask for-

Adjusting a bit of info on Anastasia's past but overall it mostly remains the same

Spoilers to Muppets Mayhem if you haven't seen it! Which you should have by now it's amazing

-So Tina says the dental practise is a family business. This is only half true. Anastasia grew up dirt poor, but thanks to her spunks and charms as a kid she was a very beloved kid of the town and by her neighbours. Anastasia's family, as well as possessing weird magic (Anastasia likes to change up the story of how it was her family discovered they had magic, when in reality, no one actually knows), have always been very, very good cooks: pretty much any traditional New Orleans dish they can make. Anastasia and her parents eventually found work in a food pantry/soup kitchen, their food becoming so popular that they took over the establishment when the previous owner retired. While Anastasia was happy she was bored of small town life, so joined a travelling circus young, went on to meet her long best friend Nemis and get offered a place in a gifted girls school, but she then returned back to her roots in New Orleans where she resides in the bayou

-Tina as an adult is nothing like her child self. Tina was an adventurous, rambunctious little sweetheart with a heart of gold, and Anastasia adores her. Anastasia works as a fortune teller and sells magically enchanted objects, while also making occasionally appearances in the soup kitchen which she passed onto one of the trusted volunteers to care for. Tina never did get any magical abilities like Anne, which though was a little shocking, Anastaisa still loved her little wild gooseberry! Since Tina didn't have magic Anne and her bonded through their love and talent for baking, half the time it ended in a mess but they had fun

-(I did a bit of research for this one on New Orleans and witch craft so please correct me if I got another wrong!) While witchcraft and the practise of voodoo are popular in New Orleans, with those who practise voodoo using spirits as guides to give answers, host healing rituals through dance and music, often being seen as very wise and knowing, the whole idea of witchcraft outside of New Orleans has a pretty bad rep. Tina would eventually learn of this through tourists who weren't local that would give her mother weird stares and whisper things not so quietly behind their backs. In her teen years, when Tina was her most self conscious as any other teen is, she no longer liked it when her mother would use funny made up words in public, she didn't like it when her mother would randomly burst into dance with locals, or when she coed over a little swarm of baby gators, and especially when she'd wrap her long noodly arms around her and pull her into a sudden hug. Anastasia can be a bit overbearing without realising, and at the time didn't understand Tina's need for space, which eventually lead to Tina going to uni like Anne and Arthur did where she met Gerald (Gerald is the one with the family dental practise)

-Things that follow are sorta like how things went in the greatest showman. Tina is introduced to Gerald's family at their dental practise and gets a taste of what a more...well, normal living is like away from all the strangeness her mother seems to radiate. Anne is of course happy for Tina, but can't help but feel that - after a while - maybe, Tina might just be...avoiding her? Tina's always around at this Gerald's house with his family, why couldn't Tina bring Gerald over to theirs for dinner?? It's not like Anne couldn't easily cook up food for them? This eventually leads to tension between Anne and Tina, which goes on for years (for a little while Anne was incredibly bitter towards Gerald, not wanting to admit that maybe she might be at fault - after seeing the error of her ways she sends Gerald a very big I'm sorry letter and they've since made amends). Any interaction between Tina and Anne in public is laced with awkwardness from both parties: Tina often putting on her cheery, best worker smile face while trying to wrap up the conversation while Anne tries to be polite, but can't quite help it if she's a little blunt - still feeling like Tina was trying to shove her out of the picture

-It's only when Gerald and Tina find out they're gonna have a son does Gerald convince Tina to try and make amends with Anne. Anne is of course very surprised when Tina shows up on the doorstep one day, but can't suppress her joy when she's told she's going to be a grandma. Things go smoothly for a few years, if you don't count the times Tina tried to persuade her mother to move into a home, everything was looking to be getting better!...However, Tina still had so many rules for Anne when it came to Teeth, it made Anne feel like Tina didn't trust her. Yes she lives in a bayou, yes she feeds the crocs like they're big, scary pigeons but she's not a hazard to her grandson. Anne follows the rules with a roll of her eyes and a promise she'll keep Teeth safe...well, most of the rules anyway. I'm not too sure what exactly, but eventually while Anne and Teeth are out on the bayou having a little fun grandma, grandson adventure, Teeth ends up loosing his tooth (picture that scene with Denis from Hotel Translvania 2). Teeth is perfectly unharmed despite loosing his tooth and happily shows it to his mother...who had a passionate reaction at the news.

Gerald takes Teeth outside to the dental bus while Tina and Anastasia have a very long "talk" inside. Both got angry and may have said some hurtful things, things they both regret and didn't really mean at the time. Any other meetings Teeth had with his grandma where rare, it took a lot of begging to get his mother to agree. Anastasia pretends nothing ever happened whenever Teeth as a kiddo would ask about that day, but as a young adult he learns that maybe theres some unsettled issues between his Momma and Grammy

-Eventually after the events of Muppets Mayhem Tina and Anastasia reunite after years and fix things, it takes a bit of work, but they soon learn how to be family again

#Muppets #Anastasia #Anne #Tina Teeth

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Submission Window: December 1st, 2023 - January 31st, 2024 Payment: $25 and a contributor's copy Theme: Horror/suspense stories that take place in swamps, bayous, and marshlands The Cellar Door - Issue #5: Marshland Horrors Compiled & Edited by Aric Sundquist Short Story Submission Call: Dec 1, 2023 - Jan 31, 2024 The Cellar Door is a biannual anthology of dark fiction. Each issue will contain 8 to 12 stories based around a specific theme and will include a brand new story from a featured author. The majority of the anthology will be filled from the open submissions. Title: The Cellar Door - Issue #5: Marshland Horrors Theme: Looking for horror/suspense stories that take place in swamps, bayous, and marshlands. Special preference for stories with backwater cults/legends, cryptid monsters, and other slimy creatures lurking just below the water. Type: Creature feature, serial killer, undead/zombies, voodoo/witchcraft, suspense/thriller, cosmic horror. Word Count: 2,000 - 10,000 words. Payment: $25.00 + digital & paperback copy. Featured Author: Scotty Milder Accepted Authors (so far): Cover Art: Mikio Murakami Rights: We are seeking first time rights for 1 year after publication. After that time all rights revert back to the author. The publication will appear in both print and digital formats. Reprints: None. Previously unpublished only. Multiple Submissions: None. Simultaneous Submissions: Yes, but state in your email that it is a simultaneous submission, and please email us immediately if the story is sold elsewhere. Also, be sure to follow the Manuscript Format guidelines below when submitting. File Format: Include your story as an attachment in MS Word, LibreOffice, or Rich Text Format. Manuscript Format: Use the Modern Shunn Format. Include a short bio in the body of your email. Your subject line should read, MH Submission: ("Title") by (Author's Name). For Example, MH Submission: "The Raft" by Stephen King. Attach the story as a separate document. Response Time: 4 weeks after submissions close, if not sooner. Submission Period: Dec 1, 2023 to Jan 31, 2024. Send Submissions to: darkpenpress (at) gmail (dot) com Back to Main Submissions Page: Influential Movies/TV: The Serpent and the Rainbow, Pumpkinhead, Annihilation, Hatchet, The Skeleton Key, Rogue (2007), The Beyond, A House on the Bayou, True Detective (Season 1) Influential writings/series: Man-Thing (Marvel comic series), Swamp Thing (DC comic series), The Call of Cthulhu by HP Lovecraft, Gone South by Robert R. McCammon, Seed by Ania Ahlborn Note on 9-17-23: To get a good sense of what I'm looking for, read the free short story "The Bird is the Werd" by Xariffa Suarez, appearing in Negative Space 2. Good luck! A.S. Via: Dark Peninsula Press.

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findyourrp · 8 months

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🧛 Hi everyone! :) I'm 21+ and looking for someone 21+ for an original vampire-themed MxM roleplay. I'm very interested in a plot that involves one of the characters being the sire/maker of the other character but I'm also fine with a "normal" vampire x vampire or even vampire x human (maybe as a familiar/servant?) roleplay.

I'm fine with smut but it's not a requirement! We can always fade to black if you prefer :)

I prefer 3rd person/past tense when writing. I'm not too picky when it comes to length, as long as replies are at least a couple of lines.

Now, onto the scenarios/"vibes" I had in mind! (Once again, we don't need to use any of them, I just thought I'd try to give you an idea what sort of plots/settings I tend to enjoy):

Mafia: I'm thinking of maybe one character being the boss and the other being his second in command? Key words: modern day, penthouses, private jets, sleek sportscars, art galleries, casinos, night clubs, opposing powers, rival vampire gangs

18th century aristocracy: Maybe taking place in either Venice or at the French court. Keywords: masquerade balls, opera houses, palace gardens, political intrigues, Paris catacombs, gondolas

I prefer to roleplay on Discord but I'm also fine with trying a different method like e-mails or GDocs.

If you're interested please like this post and I will reach out to you :)

#rp finder #18+ rp #oc rp #vampire rp #fandomless rp #mxm rp

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opaline-entropy · 1 year

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Welcome to the Nebulasong Forest

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(we are working on a system rentry! -🌫️)

Coll Names:

Merino/Ill-starred/Curse/Heresy/Milo

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he/him, they/them, lull/lullabyself, hy/hyac, pri/prince

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it/its, note/noteself, they/them

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they/them, ink/inkself, lun/lunself

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➤ We are minor-bodied and bodily trans/queer. Our system is traumagenic and we experience dissociation. That's all you need to know.

➤ We are somewhat spiritual (we follow our own religion and dabble in witchcraft.) We do not use chakras, sage or Santo Palo burning, nor other culturally closed practices.

➤ We are against trans x identities (people with BIID are okay but we still feel a little iffy there). This includes people who identify with chronoage terms. We feel uncomfortable with anything to do with trans x identities.

➤ We are pro-endo, and most of us are otherkin/fictionkin (or at least some flavor of alterhuman). We're pro-furry and pro any kind of alterhuman experience (yes, even factkin— it hurts no one as long as people aren't weird about it and there's no point in arguing about it).

➤ We dislike discourse surrounding our identities, but we occasionally reblog discourse-y/political posts we agree with— we tag them as #. . . nova. We use the block button liberally.

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#pro endo system #anti endos dni #pro endogenic #traumagenic system #plural system #pro nontraumagenic #traumagenic #system #plural stuff #plurality #system intro #sys intro

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imwritesometimes · 2 years

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---<'Til Your Fingers Burn>---

--A Donolinc | Mafia III playlist--

Full Track List:

Don't Go To Strangers - Etta Jones

Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival

White Room - Cream

Eve Of Destruction - Barry McGuire

Born On The Bayou - Creedence Clearwater Revival

King Of The Road - Roger Miller

Moonlight Drive - The Doors

Touch Me - The Doors

Soul Kitchen - The Doors

Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones

House Of The Rising Sun - The Animals

Somebody To Love - Jefferson Airplane

Desperation - Steppenwolf

You Belong To Me - The Duprees

Green River - Creedence Clearwater Revival

White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane

Son Of A Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield

Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys

Ring Of Fire - Johnny Cash

Call Me Irresponsible - Frank Sinatra

I've Got You (Under My Skin) - Frank Sinatra

Witchcraft - Frank Sinatra

All The Way - Frank Sinatra

Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Frankie Valli

I Only Have Eyes For You - The Flamingos

Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones

You Got The Silver - The Rolling Stones

Bitch - The Rolling Stones

Loving Cup - The Rolling Stones

Happy - The Rolling Stones

Sunshine Of Your Love - Cream

#mafia 3 #donolinc #groovy boyfriends #it's not in any particular order like shuffle away man lol

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urne-buriall · 2 years

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today in the "our lights in ashes lecture series", also known as "posts absolutely no one asked for": plants!

everything's blooming around me right now so I gotta. to me, setting is key and I have to believe in the place I'm reading or writing about. including local flora makes it feel distinct to me, and was the kind of thing I hoped contributed to making the setting come alive even if you don't know the area or the plants that come up

from chapter 1: They paced through the woods in sight of each other, moving in tandem while covering a wider swathe. Jack appeared in steady flashes between trees, shoes pressing down pine needles and packed dirt. The thick canopy lent the forest a purple gloom, while clusters of pipsissewa and ginseng dotted the lower brush with colour. The green of every leaf deepened as they traversed further into the woods.

these first two examples aren't heavy on symbolism, but they're pretty. and woods aren't only about trees. the lush undergrowth of a Virginia forest with ferns and flowers add such depth.

from chapter 3: One moment they drove through a low-country landscape of oatmeal-brown marsh grass, then they crossed the bridge and a city rose with its handsome old buildings and lush greenery like the Hanging Gardens of Babylon. Jack looked around with new eyes, taking in a city that entirely lacked the usual commotion and buzz. Shaded streets lined with Southern live oak, their dark reaching branches hanging with Spanish moss.

Southern live oak and Spanish moss! oh boy, you know you're in the South when. it's the way the live oak reaches out and the moss drapes over the branches like a ghost. it lends such a colour to the very atmosphere, this ancient and mysterious green-grey.

from chapter 5: They reached the gulch where the bodies had been found. The whole area crawled with kudzu, enshrouding the trees and the forest floor in vibrant green. An abandoned truck and an even older car had been lost to the gulch in ages past, and now the kudzu threatened to swallow them entire.

okay, now we're in to some more overt symbolism. kudzu, an invasive species, is known as "the vine that ate the South." it's fast-growing and can easily choke out other plants and block their access to resources. this is in a chapter about explicit prejudice and hatred, which endangers diversity and under which none of us can flourish. hatred is a poison and the rise of alt-right extremism concerns me. you want to see what will devour our society? kudzu doesn't seem so bad.

from chapter 6: The twins lived in the bayou, in a white, two-story house with a small porch that had the swing and another balcony on the floor above it. Tall trees shaded it all through the day, and azaleas grew abundantly around the porch steps.

so I'm very fond of azaleas. this was one of the flowers that had more traditional symbolism attached: they are seen to represent familial duty and homesickness, as well as wealth and elegance. this was a great fit for our semi-disinherited twins, Emory and Sawyer. they are also poisonous, which I like for representing the dark and dangerous strain of their familial past. the azaleas represent the way they are still attached to their mother despite everything, and the fact they bother to care for these flowers is a small nod to Mona's far more extensive garden in the next chapter.

from chapter 7: He eventually took a seat within a tiny enclosed arbor, where vines and flowers crawled over the surrounding latticework. A honeybee joined him, investigating the purple beautyberry and blazing star, carving a path through the world that told a story to anyone paying attention.

purple is frequently associated with witchcraft in spn, so I couldn't resist mentioning purple flowers in Mona's garden as a way to code her as magic. as it happens, bees also tend to love purple flowers so Cas isn't complaining. oh, and blazing star is sometimes also called "gayfeather" so there's something in that about gay angels because I'm very mature, I guess.

chapter 7: Golden afternoon light shone in shards through the leaves and boughs of the old magnolia trees, glinting in the glimpses of sky between grey tendrils of swaying Spanish moss.

it just wouldn't be the South if there weren't magnolias. they wouldn't have been in bloom at the time that Dean and Cas are at Mona's, so I did not get to lean into the lovely scent as much as one would like. actually, I tried to be careful with what would theoretically be in bloom or berrying in autumn, when the story takes place. however anyone who knows more about plants must excuse if I stretched seasons too far, writers will absolutely push the limits for the sake of a story.

from chapter 8: He found the swinging sign of the Brass Lantern Inn, surrounded by feathery pink muhly grass.

look at this stuff. it's so dreamy. wispy as pink mist, then catching the light to look like tiny fireworks. the final chapter of our lights in ashes is all about dusk and dawn and is tinted with the colours of sunrise reflecting through the water, gold and pink and orange. (in the first chapter, the hope of daybreak doesn't save a boy from his fate. in the final chapter, daybreak fulfills its promise.) and there may not be fireworks for the Big Damn Kiss at the end, but maybe we got near enough.

#our lights in ashes #writing inspiration #works cited #flowers #southern gardens #southern gothic #THIS HAS BEEN A POST #like I don't even know who the target audience is for this #just me putting off other things I should be doing #our lights in ashes lecture series

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caspermhahn · 2 years

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Are you sure you wouldn't like to run? A game of tag, perhaps? All we have is time, you know. An eternity of time. Or shall we end it? Might as well. After all, we're missing the party. ― Stephen King, The Shining

tw: blood, suggestive violence, drug mention, hallucinations, weapon mentions: @marcellabelanades, the hahn family, unknown sire

Hours had passed— or maybe just moments, since he and Marcella had split away from the grand ballroom to find themselves astray in the garden’s overgrowth. A usual occurrence when it came to the couple, who would often bid an Irish goodbye to feel as though they were alone among his family’s woodland edged property. So much of the masquerade had brought up those memories as they waltzed, the swamplands being their native soil and was a place the two had not just met but blossomed into more. Bittersweet, a majority of them felt that way as his past had been tethered to his witchcraft and the necromancer’s own. Along with his family and sometimes found that he now missed the things he would then drag his feet about. Though Casper had discovered quite a bit of silver-lining in all of it, the transition and new patterns he forged, and the visage of the faerie realm and new ethos were starting to rest in the daily habits of Rome.

But the twilight of the night sky, brilliant shades of pinks and purples that faded into the mixed blues, was more than a pleasant distraction as the reflection bounced onto his partner’s eyes. Despite all the curveballs that kept flying towards the recently changed vampire, he’d remained optimistic, and showed that rose-tinted outlook in the curvature of his lips before gently planting them on hers. There was never a need to say anything, Casper had been infatuated with the witch since the moment he saw her picking mushrooms on his family's property. He’d thought at first she was an apparition, spirits were known to gravitate towards the abundance of magic surrounding his home or inhabit the local bayou just behind. Then she revealed her name and even his mother had to do a double-take, though that might have been the official moment Angeline attached herself to the witch who currently harbored herself in the thickets and tall grasses. Deathless, undying, everlasting. Maybe those would have been the appropriate words if they were at all needed, masks soon abandoned along with the extravagant attire, the magnetism of it all engulfing them completely.

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The Pluto vampire could lay there for the rest of his immortality in this state of nirvana. Even without his partner by his side, though preferred, there was just this sense of complete euphoria he’d always longed for. How could he forget the times that he was living in the sweltering, muggy and mosquito infested swamplands; his body positioned similar to this exact one as he attempted to see a world beyond his plane of existence. Surrounded by the start of his father’s yard decoration that encroached on the late summer and early fall blooms his mother worked so hard on each year. A sea of prairie blazing star, creeping liriope, and sunset huskmallow in his view that reminds him of the scene in Alice in Wonderland where she is among all the flowers who speak to her. Yet instead of just bundles of willow leaf sunflower and black-eyed susans, magically carved pumpkins and animated skeletons haphazardly littered the space. The cracking sound just a few feet away snapped him into realization that he was no longer recounting a memory, but back in the bayou. His home, with all its familiar smells and sounds. But that didn’t quite make sense, Casper had just been in the greenery of the fae and not his mothers— hadn’t he?

Lurching up, emerald irises bouncing around as the vampire adorned a look of confusion, Casper noticed the silhouette of his father perched on his family's southern-style wrap around porch. Was this real? Casper had experienced his fair share of delusions and elixir induced fantasies, but there was something about this one that just hit different. This had all the make-up of a nightmare and he couldn’t help the chuckle that flooded from his lips, practically feeling validated for all the times he had referenced his existence in the natural world as his film inspiration. Certainly the silhouette wasn’t Cortney, even if it did sound like him, the former witch’s gut boiled with alarm that told him otherwise. Pumpkin guts splattered across the dark walnut stained deck that shifted to pools of blood as the stranger in sheep's clothing positioned the once embedded hatchet in a way that only suggested one thing; run like hell.

Cypresses and oak trees swoosh past him as his vampire instincts fully take over, irises peeking slightly behind himself in order to see if the stranger was still at his heels, only to notice the sheen of blood in his view. How could they keep up? Casper was no longer a witch testing his illusion magic in the backwaters of Louisiana, but somehow he sensed he was back there in those moments of becoming someone else’s prey and each direction seeming to lead him towards a dead end without much hope for an escape.

#casper.para #e: the masquerade #task 001 / childhood memories #prompt.#// more maybe added later

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