first impressions

[part 2] read part 1 here

Not formally employed, was an elven woman with long red hair who visited Astarion a month after he claimed his position. Her name was Mera, she was a vampire spawn created by Cazador unwittingly. The night of her death, Cazador apparently drunkenly drained her days after becoming lord. She was tossed in a mass grave, surely a lot of things happened surrounding baldur's gate in the many centuries the city’s existence. Unfortunately for Mera, she wasn't sure if she awakened 2 days, or twenty years after being killed, her memories of her surroundings were vague. She avoided Baldur's gate for centuries up until now. Cazador didn't know she existed. There was no record of her beyond a few descriptive lines in a decayed diary. Mera had experienced similar trauma in regards to sex, and offered herself as a person to talk to about these things. It was enlightening for sure. She was pretty good at the whole therapy thing if nothing else.

This was home. It had been a place of pain and absolute shit for 200 years, and now it was a place Astarion could call home. The preparations continued, as someday soon- the aristocracy would come knocking, and Astarion would have to take his place in its community. Or turn it upside down, as he was planning to. The idea of becoming an unbeatable menace with a loyal following was deliciously captivating. He had power all vampires dreamed of. To walk in the wake of the sun, to feel warmth, and in the midst of a power-hungry curse, he had turned the overwhelming ego he gained towards building a future for not just himself, but like-minded souls, people he cared for. After all.. If he was too noisy about his other diabolical plans for the distant future, The harpers would come knocking with Jaheira and Minsc in front. And he preferred to keep his friends- His true friends, to stay on his side for as long as they lived.

Now with the long day out of the way, the sun grazed the horizon with dusk. The light was leaving the world a little bit more by every minute. This meant Loki would soon wake up from his sleep schedule, so they could spend time together. Loki was not immune to sunlight, unless he remained close to Astarion. Even with sunray blocking glass windows, he had grown afraid of leaving the bedchambers after an incident in the first month. Loki had stayed inside for all this time, coping, adjusting. A small group made up of Religious Zealots had entered the manor by force and attacked Loki while Astarion was out getting things arranged for renovations. Thanks to their psychic bond, Astarion quickly returned to protect him, only to be met with the revelation Loki’s patron decided to hold the reins on his power. Whatever the being was that once freely granted him his magic, made it so that Loki could barely defend himself, if not for a remainder of illithid abilities he somehow retained. He fend them off for a bit, avoiding the sunlight. After getting dosed by holy water, they wounded him deeply. Astarion appeared not soon after to brutalise the group, a cleric, paladin and fighter.  Loki stopped roaming the manor afterwards.. Paranoid. Feeling powerless about it all. He blamed himself for his weakness.

The strain and stress of the adventure had moments of high and lows. Yet, a lot of lows. It was in Loki’s nature to take lead and get hurt. Now, he was retired- And he often forgot about that. Astarion reminded him many times, ‘’You need not worry about a thing, pet.’’ As inventive as Loki was with his ideas and schemes, he had to sit down and learn to let himself rest. And while the sun wasn’t an immediate danger to him per se, he had fears that lingered. Wounds that had been carved into every fibre of his being. 

Astarion put his key into the lock, opening the door to their shared resting space. The chambers were massive, regal, filled to the brim with furniture and decorations. Anything of need, the essentials, as well as entertainment and a place to study. It was more than a place to sleep and a place to sit.

Once he locked the door behind him, he placed the key next to its twin on the nightstand. Loki wasn’t laying in bed notably. Unordinary- Even for him. It took little effort to locate him; however, he had passed out atop a large book while studying. Loki had never formally been educated and took it on himself to use the new resources to do so.

‘’My, you never let yourself rest, do you?’’ Astarion clicked his tongue against his teeth as he spoke, judging his consort for neglecting his sleep again. He grinned when he noticed a bit of drool leaking from the corner of the half elf’s mouth. ‘’Awh, aren’t you precious.’’ He muttered to himself softly. He could wake him now, with a tap or a shake. But.. It was a little too adorable. Delightful. Then again, there were more things awaiting his attention the next day.. Time had to be divided properly, so missing out on quality time was not a preference.

‘’Little bird,’’ Astarion tapped Loki’s shoulder gently. ‘’Are you up?’’ An audible groan from Loki formed in response. ‘’The what.. Fucking hells..’’ He opened his eyes groggily.

‘’A bit of a waste of fine silk, don’t you think? You’re sleeping in strange places.’’ Astarion grimaced as he spoke. ‘’I won’t judge- Hmm…Maybe I will. I’m spoiling you a lot already, so don’t neglect your gifts.’’ 

‘’I was studying.. Couldn’t sleep.’’

‘’But you did sleep, I woke you just now.’’

‘’..Fancy words book.. From Gale- I’m..’’ Loki yawns loudly, digging his head back on the book.

‘’Depriving me from spending time with you.’’ Astarion interjects, sounding a little bit annoyed at this point.

‘’Five more minutes.. I’m trying to learn to say elocantry…’’

Elocantry? ‘’Eloquently?’’

‘’Yes, Gale likes that word.. Fuck- how did you say that?’’ Loki finally sits up.

‘’Eloquently.’’ Astarion replies.

‘’Shit, now I forgot what it means.’’ Loki rubs his eyes, finally making eye contact with his loved one. ‘’Good evening..’’ He mutters half awake.

‘’You’re learning vocabulary.. and yet you’re still here saying Fuck and Shit in between Fancy Language? Darling.. You worry over such trivial things.’’ 

‘’Shit and Fuck are my favorite all time words.. Well, maybe just fuck, because.’’

‘’Insightfully charming! Then why the large book? From Gale of all people?’’

‘’I Don’t want to embarrass you.. I’m not good at all this formal stuff. And you like Gale.’’

There’s a long pause, reminding the new vampire lord of the soon to be party. Invitations were yet to be sent out, and so many things had to happen before he could host it.

‘’You don’t have to attend, my dear, you haven’t even left this room in months..’’ Astarion’s playful voice falls to a halt, now sounding worried.

‘’Gods.. I’m useless, Aren’t I?’’ Loki’s voice shakes, from the paranoia to the adjusting.. Even with all his talents and powers he is insecure about his position..

‘’You are not useless, you are my consort, I love you, and you have been feeling unwell.’’ Astarion re-assures him. ‘’I want you to feel safe. Wasn’t that the point of retiring?’’

‘’I’m just not used to.. Everything.’’

‘’You have time, dear. Ask for anything and I will make it yours, but you need to give yourself time to heal.’’

‘’But-’’

‘’No buts. You don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to be anything. All you have to be right now, is yourself, Loki Wren. A retired Adventurer, and My husband.’’

‘’I am still getting a major in Common if you don’t mind..’’

‘’Of course, of course.. Now close that book before you use it as a pillow again.’’

‘’And I am learning elvish next.’’

‘’Yes, yes- Oh? What for?’’

‘’No reason in particular.’’

‘’You may be impossible to lie to, but you’re horrible at honesty.’’

‘’Okay.. Fine- maybe I want to say dirty things in your language to you.’’

‘’Look at you being modest! Silly little thing.’’

Their laughter echoed through the room. Once more the two men settle for idle chatter in front of the fireplace, the daily topics change from time to time. Baldur’s mouth could pick any story any day, and yet it landed on sore ears compared to the things these two would blabber on about. Rumours, theories, jokes, anything and everything all at once. The cook prepared a meal for them everyday with much excitement. The head maid prepared fresh towels, and directed her team around the mansion, doing her work diligently without complaint.

The tailor had yet to be allowed to make personalised garments for Loki, so he’d shower Astarion in drafts and designs whenever possible, while the book keeper mostly kept to himself doing what he loves most. Vara and Tamir did what they did best, without question, just a lot of enthusiasm. Mostly from Vara, she almost never shuts up.

Mera didn’t want payment for her services, even though Astarion did start calling their meetings therapy sessions. ‘’We were both victims, yet I roamed free. You owe me nothing.’’ Was the exact same response she gave every time, with a kind but pained smile.

‘’What’s the point of eternity if you could so easily lose your mind? Friendship, companionship and love keeps the mind from decaying. Perhaps a good hobby or two.’’

The sun sets every morning, warmly greeting a path to a waking dream. A kingdom to be built, of course. But world domination can wait. Time is a vampire’s greatest asset.

parte 3

Baby Last Name Chooser – Allows you to choose the baby’s last name upon birth. Useful for babies born out of wedlock Marriage Last Name Chooser – Allows you to choose the last name of two Sims getting married

Creativity Gained from Diary and Blogging – As the title says, Sims will gain creativity skill from writing in their diaries and blogging on the computer.

Jump Rope Fitness – Sims will gain fitness from jumping rope.

WH Crafting Skills – Crafting stations now give hobby enthusiasm and build skills. The pottery wheel, for example, now gives creativity skill. Ignore all the tuning stuff and scroll to the very bottom of the page to download.  Creature Fixes – Fixes a lot of issues with supernaturals.

Hereditary Supernaturalism – When babies grow into toddlers they can inherit vampirism and plantsimism from their parents. When toddlers grow into children they can inherit lycanthropy, and when they grow into teens they can inherit witchism.

Higher Odds of Abduction – Increases the overall odds of being abducted by aliens when stargazing.

Butler Fix – Stops the butler from repeatedly jump bugging and throwing a “Error: Trying to access array element via iterator that does not exist.”

Call NPCs – Allows you to call NPCs on the phone (such as Kaylynn Langerak).

Gypsy Matchmaker Fix – You can now interact with the Gypsy Matchmaker on community lots instead of just dismissing her.

Seletable NPC – Allows you to choose which maid, gardener, nanny, etc. to hire from the ones available in  your ‘hood.

Townie Apartment Residents – Apartment neighbors and roommates will be chosen from the townie pool rather than social groups.

Townie Body Diversity – Any spawned townies have a chance of being either fat or fit. Every Sim is no longer thin.

Townie Move-In No Memory Loss – Townies will keep all their memories when moving into a playable household.

AL UI Font Fix – Fixes tiny text and other UI bugs that happened with AL and MGS. (Not needed if you use Clean UI.)

Clean UI – Modern and completely overhauled user interface for The Sims 2.

Improved Family Tree UI – Increases size and spacing of the family tree UI

Mina’s 27 Face Templates – to replace the ugly Maxis templates

Lilith’s Honey Honey Skinblend – lovely skin set that I use in my most current Sims 2 videos and streams. Get the matching supernatural skins here. 

Poppet’s Plain & Simple Eyes – My current eye defaults. They look very nice with the honey honey skin.

Default Makeup Replacement – Replaces the fugly basegame and OFB makeup.

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Inkubus x Vampire!Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Always There

Notes:

I think outta all Englund's characters on this blog, I like writing for Inkubus the most. Which is criminal seeing as I write for him the least. I need to change that haha.

Plot: You meet up with a very old friend of yours and you spend some time catching up. And he's so clearly in love with you, its unbelievable and torturous to him that no matter what he does, you don't notice.

Warnings: A very unreliable narrator (In terms of particular other peoples clear feelings for her), BLOOD, DRINKING BLOOD, DRAINING SOMEONE OF BLOOD (But in a sort of polite way? Hah), MENTIONS OF AN ABUSIVE EX PARTNER, vampires and incubus'.

The smell of iron and petrichor fills your nostrils, disgusting and refreshing and also, just... relieving... in equal measure filling you up as you kneel by the victim - the man you'd chosen, - for tonight; A needle and tube attached to a blood bag between your fingers and digging into the poor mans neck.

You hate doing this, knowing this guy will be weak and sick feeling for the next day - maybe two depending on how much you take from him, - without understanding why. But, its for sure better then the alternative- which is just digging in right here and now with your teeth. That's messy, and the marks you leave behind aren't easy to explain away as 'animal attacks' anymore.

You need the blood, but you aren't a savage, jeez. You always catch any new vampire movies or shows together with your daughter and watch those actors with blood all over their chins, and think... How old are these vamps supposed to be?? 300 hundred years old!?

And they don't know how to eat without getting it all over their face?

Pfft! Rolling your eyes, you gently shake your head at the memories of bloody Edward Cullen and Lestat and Damon Salvetore swimming around in your head as watch the man's breathing. To be fair, you love them all - Twilight, Interview with a Vampire, The Vampire Diaries, Nosferatu, Vampires Vs the Bronx, etc, - but that's just because its more fiction then truth- and that's coming from an honest to goodness bloodsucker.

Finally deciding you've taken enough without truly hurting the man, you put pressure on his neck and pull out the needle, carefully wipe away any mess with a cotton ball from your bag and put a band aid on him.

"Now," You talk firmly, softly, as you look into his eyes - which are dull, almost sleeping. A nice touch to the docile state you put your victims, in so they can at least not feel any pain or fear while you're collecting your feed, - , hands on his shoulders. "You're not going to remember this, or me. You're going to get a taxi home," You tuck some money in his shirt pocket, a thank you for his service; Its the least you could do. "Then get into bed and have a wonderful sleep with lots of lovely dreams. Thank you so much."

After you watch the man get up, still in a bit of daze but shaking it off - and not even noticing your presence, crouched down by where he's standing, - and leave the alleyway, you carefully pack away the blood bag and the tube and needle (In a separate plastic bag, for you to clean and sanitise when you get home) in your satchel and finally get back up, wrapping the strap over your head and resting it on your shoulder.

Brushing a hand through your hair, you turn to leave the alleyway and go home- when a familiar voice speaks up from the very back of the alley- and immediately your hopes rise.

"You look even more beautiful every time I see you."

You smile, peering into the darkness. "Oh, that's very sweet... but you and I both know I look like trash. I haven't eaten for a week!" When he just chuckles back, you tilt your head and waive him over. "Come out here so I can see you!; When did you get into town?"

Gracefully - more so then even you can manage, being a goddamn vampire, - Inkubus slips out of the darkness and you're happy to see he looks well. Its been forever since you say him last - 40 years? 70? - and you always have it in the back of your head for some reason that next time you see your friend, it'll be the last time. So its always lovely when he turns up and looks just as healthy as he always does.

"Oh I just got here; Thought I would come see you immediately. Otherwise you might nag at me." This time you chuckle, rolling your eyes. His eyes flicker to your satchel. "Collecting our dinner our we?"

"Yep! Smells like A Negative, my favourite. When was the last time you ate?"

"Ohh, a couple weeks ago. I'm due for my next fill soon, though... any suggestions?"

"No," Scrunch up your nose, you put a lot of emphasis on your response; See, you don't subscribe to the notion that monsters like the two of you have to act all blasé and cocky about the terrible things they must do. Apart from these night time trips to find breathers to bleed, you live a... mostly... normal life! So no- you definitely don't know anyone he can make his next victim.

And Inkubus knows this, which is why he laughs and you roll your eyes again at him, fixing the satchel on your shoulder. "So- " Again his eyes flicker to your bag, this time with meaning. A cheeky grin flits across his lips. "Want to get a drink?"

Smiling, you turn on your heel, you loop your arm through his and lead the way. "So have you been?"

___TIME SKIP___

4 hours later and the two of you are still stewing at a 24-Hour-Diner you frequent - seeing as you don't really sleep that much, - and are onto your 9th drinks at this point. You two may not see each other too often since the 1400's and went your separate ways in the world, but you never go longer then a hundred years - preferably 80 maximum, - without seeing each other and when you do- you have a lot to say. Filling each other in on what you've missed in each others lives is always a... disorientating experience, at times, but you must do it. You couldn't survive in a world where you didn't know what was happening in your best friends life. That would just be too lonely.

See, Inkubus is the only one you know - still, to this day, - who knew you when you were human, aside from the man referred to very nearly exclusively as 'Dick for brains' - being your daughters father, - and while having human friends who can make you feel normal again, is wonderful... so is feeling normal, in what you actually are currently. And that's not human. That's thousands and thousands of years old and a mystery to scientists. And, seeing as he's a literal demon... that's a very easy service for him to provide.

A waitress walks by to pick up you empty glasses and looks oddly at your personal tumbler. You clearly weren't meant to notice, but you do of course, and unassumingly shrug. "Bloody Mary... don't tell." You give her a conspiratorial wink, and she chuckles, walking off.

When you look back to Inkubus, he looks ready to make a joke so you give him a timid shrug. "Well, there is vodka and Tobasco sauce in it!... " He smirks, but lets it go- seeing as your words were funny enough.

"And how is Bethany? Has she seen her father lately...?" Your eyebrows arch, hearing Inkubus ask about him; Dick for Brains, Beth's father and the bane of your long, long existence. Obviously, seeing as the bastard impregnated you with his literal spawn of hell causing you to die during childbirth at age 26 so he could then turn you into a vampire, made you raise your daughter alone- and then returned 20 years later just to turn Beth into a vampire as well and claim that you can all be a 'proper family now'... you aren't a huge fan of the guy. And talking about him you don't do often, as it causes a horrible clenching feeling in your stomach and heart. Luckily, Inkubus is one of the few people who is allowed to make you feel that way. Him, and Beth.

You sigh, taking a slow sip of your drink through the matching metal straw and metal tumbler set Beth got your last mothers day (So as to hide the fact that its blood inside), you wonder what to say... "Beth's great, as always... she's fallen in love with a human, though. That can only end brilliantly." Shaking your head, you look to Inkubus to see his reaction and catch him rolling his eyes, smirking. Yep. "Um, and... yes. There has been contact with Dick for Brains... He recently, like... 20 years ago? turned up at her place in Egypt, and wouldn't leave till I had to fly down there and shoo him away." You grit your teeth. There is so much wrong with that man- you do honestly with you had never met him sometimes. That's horrible, you know, as if you hadn't met him you wouldn't have had Beth and she's the light of your life, but... at times like that instance? When he troubles her?

Its hard to not wish his existence away.

"Do you want me to speak with him?... Again... ?" Your gaze returns to Inkubus again, feeling at ease the moment your minds back in the diner with him and not in your head with Dick for Brains; Eyes softening. The idea is tempting, unbelievably tempting... And it would keep your friend around awhile longer. "That always seems to win you a couple hundred years of reprieve."

Taking a deep, needless breath - an anxious habit, - you set down your tumbler and shake your head. "No, that's okay... thank you for the offer, though. He seems to be giving up, slowly, finally. But damn, its taken him long enough to get the hint, huh?"

"Far too long." Inkubus' voice is bitter and dark, talking about your ex- and his eyes are reading much different. You know if you let him, he would kill Derek... but you cant do that. If anyone's going to kill him, it would be you or Beth, and neither of you are there yet. Inkubus takes a deep breath, relaxing again like a chameleon changing its colours. "Anyway, love; Onto prettier business. How did that thing go, that you had with that Djinn half a century ago. You seemed quite optimistic about that one."

A fluttering of laughter immediately comes out of you and Inkubus' truly cheers up at the sight of it, and you just look at him and shake your head; An awkward toothless smile on your lips. Ha! No.

His brows arch, laughter in his eyes. "Didn't end well?"

"That ended up being the shortest affair I've ever had and that's saying something." Brushing hair back from your face, you chew on your bottom lip. "You'd think after nearly 10 centuries, I'd learn... Oh- wait- make that 10 and nearly a half, centuries... Boy, am I clueless."

"Clueless about what, love?" You're just breathing in to respond, when a cheeky look crosses Inkubus' familiar face. "I mean, you are quiet clueless- about plenty of things. But specifically, this time."

You scrunch up your nose at him in response, grinning, before once again chewing on your bottom lip. "... I'm just not the woman that gets proposed to." You shrug, as if its no big deal; Even though your heart bleeds saying it out loud for the first time, to someone that matters and not just your ex-therapist, Julie. Setting your drink on the table in front of you, you idlily twist it. "Obsessed over and stalked, yes." You grin, a tinge of sadness to it. "Fucked, yes. Dated even, yes. But married?... Ha, no... "

His eyebrows climb up his forehead even more, before he softly smiles and pats your hand. "I asked you to marry me, all those years ago, sweetheart. Remember?" He reminds you gently, and you cant help giving a soft smile back at your well-meaning friend.

"Oh, yes of course I do. That was very sweet, but... I mean for love, you know? Not because I'm pregnant and alone."

Inkubus sighs, slightly frustrated, and leans back in his seat. "Mhmmm... " Rubbing a finger under his nose, he quickly clears his throat. Then he reaches his hand further up your arm to lay it on your forearm, running his thumb comfortingly across your skin. "Love, I'm sure that you'll find someone. Perhaps multiple someone's. Or, maybe, you don't need to find anyone new."

A little smile twitches at your lips as you pick up his hands and hold it on the table in both of yours. "... Maybe." For a split millisecond, your friend smiles. Sighing wistfully, you shrug. "Maybe I can learn to be happy alone. I mean, I like my life. I like my daughter, I like my job, I like my patterns... Maybe I don't need a man." Immediately his smile disappears and he rolls his eyes.

"You definitely don't need a man." He sighs, frowning. "But one can be good for a few things, no?"

"Hey." You set him with a stern look. "I thought we were making me feel better, about not having one?"

"Oh, you're right. I rescind my comment."

"You better." A cheeky grin crosses your face.

He looks back at it, the cheeky grin of yours, and the smile returns to his face.

~

The sun is warming up when you're on your way home, Inkubus beside you with his arms folded carefully behind his his back and your hands stuffed in your leather jacket pockets; One arm linked affectionately through his. You're an odd sight, you're sure, to any early morning commuters. You, and your barely-out-of-college looking self walking so close - and so domestically. A fact that is lost on you but not on the smug demon walking beside you, - to a man that currently looks to be in his 60's-70's age-wise.

Not that either of you care.

"Well, this is my place! Whatdaya think?" You ask, letting him go in order to unlock the door or the townhouse apartment and push open the door. He walks on in past you, looking around and you watch a soft smile grace his handsome features. "You like it?"

"Much better then the hole in the wall you thought was a good idea to show me in Transylvania- took everything in me not to sweep you away somewhere safer... with fewer mould spores... " He turns to look at you over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk on his mouth as you scrunch up your nose at him, before smiling.

"Well then, Mr Judgmental... I guess you don't want to know, that I chose this wallpaper cuz of you."

That definitely catches his attention, more then anything else you've said. He turns around in a full 360, assessing the wallpaper before looking curiously at you. "You... you chose this wallpaper because of... me? How so?"

You shrug, still leaning back against the open front door- sunlight filtering through the doorway. "The colour is very you. Its got 'Inkubus' vibes. You know," Raising your brows at him, you smirk. "Eccentric, full of itself." At that cheeky remark, he says 'Ha ha', sarcastically. "And, I guess, I missed you. Sooo... yeah... wallpaper."

"Hm... " Looking really far too pleased about this, looking a lot more engrossed by the home then before- but mostly the wallpaper. "This place is looking better, suddenly... "

"Like I said- Full of itself." You roll your eyes, laughing. Then you push off the door, push it closed with your foot and then go to pass by Inkubus to hit the livingroom. "Oh! The book! The one we were talking about at the diner- I'll find it for you! Come on- "

"Y/N." A hand curls gently around your arm, at the perfect moment so that you don't get yanked back with the force of your travelling and instead you just coat to a careful halt at Inkubus' side.

Blinking up at him curiously, wondering what he needed you for so suddenly, you tilt your head to the side. "Yes?"

For a good moment, he just looks at you whilst you become worried. What is happening? Every second that passes by, more and more ridiculous ideas cross your mind.

Finally, the man tilts his head slightly in sincerity.

"Sweetheart, are you ever going to see how ridiculously in love with you I am?"

And... for all of the disastrous and ridiculous possibilities that came to mind when he was saying nothing, you had a response. To this, you just stand their dumbly, your shoulders dropping and just looking at him in total shock. "... wel- uh- um... a few more hundred years?" You feel like a ton of bricks has just been dropped on top of you. "Maybe?" You squeak. You actually squeak.

And of course, you squeaked. You'd be surprised if you had managed to keep your composure after a confession like that. Here's this beautiful man, who against all foreseeable odds understands you, and cares about your kid, and whom you love... and somehow he's telling you that he loves you? That, for some reason, he wants you?

Is there something wrong with him?

There must be. Something terribly, horrible, irreversibly offensive that you aren't already aware of.

But you rack your brain and theirs nothing. Nothing, at all, that you can figure that would make you turn away from him right now.

He smiles a little bit at your awkward reaction, and lets go of your wrist in favour of tucking some hair back behind your ear. "Do you quite mind if I kiss you now?"

Your breath hitches, it actually hitches, like a tiny shy anime girl who's giant crush just got down on his knees in front of her for whatever reason, and you have to fight to pull yourself together; Rolling your shoulders back, hands on your hips. Totally, and translucently fake confident. "Um- you know? I don't?"

God, you are a centuries old vampire; Your vernacular should be yards better then this.

And then kisses you.

Oh god- And then he kisses you.

Because you're suddenly struck hard in the face with a million words and phrases, from current to boomer-speak to old fashioned to forgotten, to describe it but mostly you're just wondering why in the world you hadn't been doing this the whole damn time. Your hands find the sides of his coat in order to steady yourself, and pull him closer as you carefully tilt your head into the kiss. It comes so naturally, the kissing does. Between you and him. Its like, despite the bounds of your relationship never having reached this level before, you know exactly how to kiss each other. There's no awkwardness or searching. You just fit.

When finally, you slowly end the kiss, you fail to open your eyes for a good moment, before cracking them open slightly, half lidded and flickering up to his eyes.

And you take a deep, unnecessary breath and step away, torturously out of Inkubus' personal space. "... holy shit." You have so many questions... None of which touch on how exactly you're feeling because you get that much, at least.

But you cant help but wonder why- and for how long this has been brewing and how long exactly that you missed it- and how the hell this is going to work-

He follows you, thank god, a roguish yet soft look on his face. "Maybe we should take this to the livingroom, love. I promise, I can explain everything to you."

THE TWILIGHT SAGA- a film review

A saga that both enthralled me as a thirteen year old and left me with several questions as an adult. 

Isolation clearly sent me insane because I thought picking up the Twilight books would be a productive thing to do with my seemingly endless free time. 2008 me was obsessed, posters of the cast lined my walls, and the Edward vs Jacob debate was fierce. It was a series that taught me much - like never loaning beloved books to “friends” because you may or may not get them back in the same condition. It was a series that introduced me to Fanfic, was instrumental in my love affair with romance novels, and even inspired me to write. 

Though the series gets as much hate as it does love, I think we can all agree that the series has left a lasting legacy. The movies gave us absolute fire soundtracks, young adult movies were suddenly everywhere, and for better or worse 50 Shades was, ironically, spawned. 

I am not ashamed to say I was a massive Twi-Hard and re-reading the books really made me see why. We all know the story; the lion fell in love with the lamb etc. As far as plot goes, it’s very straight forward, predictable, and more than a little bit of a rip off of the original vampire diaries novels. As someone who was obsessed with both series, let me tell you the character similarities between the characters right down to the “vegetarianism” are just a little too on the nose for me but I digress. 

As someone who grew up to admire strong heroines, I was surprised to recall that I identified with Bella. I adored her. I wanted to be her. It’s not that I think she is a weak character, I just think she is a painfully flat character, an empty vessel we could all project ourselves into and by far the most boring character in the series. 

Am I the only one who wanted to read more about the other Cullens? Rosalie was and still remains to be my favourite character from the series.Saddled with terrible wigs in the films (sadly not unique to her character), relegated to background all while being the only voice of reason. My girl was done dirty and I wanted more. Yes, this is “Bella’s story” but the book I want to read is about an avenging vampire taking revenge in a wedding dress. It kills me that such an interesting character has to play second fiddle to Isabella “not having a personality is my personality” Swan. 

There is so much to say about the Twilight Saga as a whole that I’m not sure there is anything I can really say that hasn’t been said before. So without any further ado… 

TWILIGHT

The OG, the numero uno, the one that started it all. 

It’s not that it’s badly written. It’s that it’s so juvenile. 

Maybe age has skewed my perception and I know I am definitely not the target audience anymore yet from the first page I can’t help but feel disappointed. I know where it’s going, I’d read the books multiple times in the past, watched the film dozens more and I wanted that magic to be there.

It wasn’t. 

Vampires aside, it’s also wildly unbelievable. 

Look I’m willing to suspend disbelief as long as it’s moderately plausible. 

The most egregious example of this is the Cullen’s themselves. Is Stephanie Meyer really trying to tell me that the Cullen “children” enjoy repeating High School over and over again instead of doing literally anything else with their time? High School was and remains to be a blur of hormones, heartbreak, and Hell on earth. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to repeatedly inflict that on themselves. 

Menstruation is also ignored. You know that little thing 50% of the population does. How do the Cullen’s cope in an enclosed environment with a bunch of women on their periods? Especially when Jasper attempts to attack Bella over a paper cut... It’s things like that keep me up at night. 

I found Bella so mind numbingly boring and she just annoyed me to no end. We get it, you’re awkward, clumsy, and so painfully average. Edward is just a borderline stalker who routinely pushes boundaries (something 50 Shades doubles down on) and the dialogue is just so cheesy. Seriously, my lactose intolerance was flaring up. Lines such as; 

“About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and I didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.” 

Had me cramping worse than all those ill advised wine and cheese nights I inflict on myself. 

That aside, the book is relatively engaging and even though I found my eyes rolling so far into the back of my head I could practically see my brain, I didn’t hate it. The magic was gone. The romance was unhealthy and the plot plain. 

(New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn- below the cut)

NEW MOON

How this was my favourite book for so long is beyond me.

It’s so astronomically terrible I can’t even write about it without feeling triggered. 

A book that basically boils down nothing more than: sad girl is sad and does suicidal things in order to “see” the love of her life.

Boo you’re like eighteen. What do you know of love? Nothing. Because you are a child. And that right there is the classic sign I’ve become an adult - I’m agreeing with the adults in this world. 

There is no plot. No character development. Nothing. 

Well there are the shifters but like anything remotely interesting Meyer created it’s quickly pushed to the background. 

I just can’t with this book. I am a broken woman. 

ECLIPSE

Teenage angst is angsty. 

There’s a love triangle. 

BACKSTORY!

More angst. 

A minor sprinkling of plot. 

More angst. 

Oh look proposal. 

Honestly there isn’t actually much to say about this because like New Moon it’s just a filler book of nothing. It's just meh. 

As Jay says, it’s “best remembered as a fun experience in the cinema, with people yelling at the screen every time a character said something dumb".

BREAKING DAWN

Just no. 

It’s too soon. It will always be too soon to relive this trauma. 

I hated it as a teenager and I hated it as an adult.

Sorry. I just can’t overlook the impossible conception of Renesmee (the WORST character name in history) but am I just expecting to ignore the fact Jacob fell in love with a BABY?! 

There is just so much about this book that I can’t even find the words for. 

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In sitting down to write this I have discovered that Twilight would have been better served as a single outing. While the first book certainly isn’t perfect the rest of the books are a steady decline into nothing and there is actually no reason for so many books. 

NOTHING ACTUALLY HAPPENS IN THESE BOOKS. 

While it is a series I once adored it just doesn’t hold up against all the other young adult offerings out there. If you want some suggestions? Hit us up. But Twilight beyond the first book, and really even that is kind of a stretch, is just not worth the pain. 

+ Stalking aside pretty inoffensive.

- Literally everything else.

Final verdict: better left in 2008. 

Sweet Mother of Chuck - Supernatural/DC

“RICHARD I SWEAR TO CHUCK!” I screamed, running after my “brother”. I’m apart of the Wayne family. Bruce found me when I was just a fledgling archangel, cast out for being a mistake. A freak of nature. You could see my large, midnight blue wings 24/7, which isn’t normal for angels. My brother, Raphael saw this to be a problem, and cast me out, much to the dismay of my other 3 brothers, Michael, Lucifer, and Gabriel.

But since then, Bruce found me and raised me. I grew up alongside Richard Grayson, Damien Wayne, Tim Drake, and Jason Todd. We would fight alongside Bruce- the Batman- at night, protecting Gotham City. 

Alfred found a way for me to conceal my wings, which became helpful. Still, even as I grew up in a loving- and extremely aggressive- family, I never lost hope that maybe my other brothers were looking for me. 

Maybe.

“Why do you always say you swear the Chuck instead of God?” Richard asked suddenly, stopping to face me. I stopped and tried to formulate a sentence. “Well, you know I’m Enochian. I’m an angel, the only things made before me were my brothers, Michael, Raphael, Lucifer, and Gabriel. And God, of course. But, he goes by Chuck.” I said. Dick furrowed his eyebrows and I shrugged. “I don’t know either. Now give me my phone!” I yelled, tackling him.

“I swear! I don’t even have it! I passed it off to Damien!” Dick protested, fighting me off. “Kids! Play nice...For once in your goddamn lives.” Bruce exclaimed as he walked by. “If it isn’t with Damien, I’ll kill him. Then you!” I yelled, running off to find my pesky younger brother. 

“DAMIEN!” I yelled, appearing from behind him. I spooked him good enough that he dropped something onto the floor. My phone! I snatched it up and shoved him to the floor. “Don’t take my phone again, asshat.” I said. “(Y/N)! KEEP THE SWEARING TO A MINIMUM AROUND DAMIEN!” Bruce yelled. “SORRY DAD!” I yelled back. 

I went to my room and cued up the Netflix on my TV, excited to be able to get back to The Vampire Diaries now that I had my phone safely returned to my hand. But, right as soon as I pressed play, Alfred called for me. “For fucks sake.” I muttered, transporting myself to the living room. “Yes?” I asked impatiently. “There are guests here for you.” Alfred said, gesturing behind me. When I turned around, I nearly fainted. 

“CASTIEL!?” 

I was greeted with a shy wave from Castiel and a sharp look from one of the lumberjack looking fellas with him. The other seemed calmer. Probably the Winchesters.

“I can’t believe it, you’re really here!” I exclaimed, flying forward to hug him. “I tried to find you much sooner, but it proved to be challenging. Someone had you cloaked.” Castiel explained. “Cloaked? Who?” I asked angrily. “We’re thinking Lucifer.” The bigger one said. “What? No, Luci wouldn’t do that.” I frowned. “I believe he thought he was protecting you, is all. Michael-” Castiel was saying. “Dead, I know.” I said sadly, cutting him off.

“What about Gabe? And Balth! Or that dirty bastard Raphael?” I asked. “Gabriel has been searching for you relentlessly, but is now missing. To us, at least. Balthazar is currently in France, and Raphael is also dead.” Castiel said. “Thank Chuck! About time that asshole bit the dust.” I scoffed. The smaller one smirked and chuckled lowly. “Who’re they?” I asked.

“I’m Sam Winchester, this is my brother Dean. I know you don’t know us, but we could really use your help.” Sam said. “With?” I asked. “Lucifer is missing, and so is Gabriel. You are the only archangel we currently have access to.” Dean said gruffly. “I still don’t understand.” I said.

“We need your grace to help us open a rift to another dimension so we can save our Mom and Lucifer’s son, Jack.” Dean said. My eyes widened. “A nephilim? I thought I felt one, but I didn’t believe myself! Of course I’ll help you. He is technically my nephew.” I smiled. “Thank you. We really appreciate this.” Sam said.

“(Y/n)? Who was at the door?” Bruce asked, walking into the room. “My brother.” I said. “And some... Friends.” I added. “I have to go with them, Dad.” I frowned. “No you don’t. These are the same people who cast you out all those years ago-” Bruce was saying, until the boys came in. “(Y/n)? You aren’t leaving us, right?” Damien asked, tears brewing in his eyes. “Oh, Dame! I could never leave you. Not forever.” I said, flying over to hug him. 

“You can’t go, (y/n). Who’s going to save my ass when I make stupid decisions while we’re fighting? And... And I need you. I need my little sister.” Jason said gently. Jason’s never like this. Dear Chuck, this is going to be hard. “J-Jase...” I whimpered. “Don’t do that.” I pleaded.

“And he’s right, (y/n). Who’s going to make us hella nice homecooked meals and force us to stop playing video games and spend time together? What about sibling bonding time? Come on, (y/n), they aren’t your family. You know that. We are.” Tim said. “Who’s going to sing me to sleep and make up bedtime stories for me or tell me about Heaven?” Damien asked, grabbing my hand. 

“And who’s going to be some real competition at Mario Kart Galaxy 7 while you’re away?” Richard joked. “And somehow you always manage to make Master Bruce get to sleep, and I rather enjoy our tea time.” Alfred input. 

“(Y/n), I promise you, we won’t keep you. The longest you’d be away is a week, tops.” Sam assured me. “Okay! See guys? Just a week. We can do that.” I smiled weakly. “I’ll call each of you every night, I promise. I’ll be back before you know it.” I swore. 

They each nodded solemnly, as if they knew this wasn’t the truth. They each kissed the top of my head- except Damien, he kissed my cheek since he was the only one shorter than me- and then Castiel, Sam, Dean, and I were off. 

Let’s go save the devil’s spawn.

Magic Story Abridged: Invasive Species

(Episode 8, Battle for Zendikar Episode 2; Original Stories HERE, HERE, and HERE)

Art by Adame Minguez

RAVNICA

Liliana, muttering to herself: I can’t believe him. Running off on some wild adventure and just ditching me like that. I had adventures planned. Better adventures. With wine and dancing and demon slaying.

Raven, a bird: You could have just asked him for help, you know.

Liliana: Well, I certainly didn’t ask you, so can it.

Raven: Yes, of course. Ignore the advice of the one person who has consistently been right for your entire life.

Liliana: The fact that you’ve been following me, across planes, for my entire life tells me something is seriously wrong with your decision making skills.

Raven: No worse than yours, I promise. I’m not the one ruining their chances with someone they love.

Liliana: I… what?! I don’t love him!

Raven, a man, with a book: No? Then allow me to read an excerpt from your diary. Ahem. “Mrs. Liliana Beleren. Mrs. Liliana Beleren. Lady Liliana Beleren. Guildpactess Liliana Beleren. Mrs. Liliana Beleren-Vess. Mr. Jace Vess.” It literally goes on like this for three pages.

Liliana: Give that back! What do you know, anyway? You’re a bird.

Raven Man: I know you destroy everyone and everything you’ve ever come into contact with, and that you’re going to destroy a great many more things in the future.

Liliana: I can think of one thing I haven’t destroyed yet that I’d really like to… (Liliana pulls out the Chain Veil)

Raven Man: We’re doing this again? It’s just going to be the same as every time before.

Liliana: Before, I didn’t have the veil!

(Liliana unleashes ultimate dark magic, blasting the Raven Man. He explodes into a burst of dead birds.)

Art by Adame Minguez 

Raven, a bird, right behind her: Ooh, nice shot.

Liliana, glowing purple, but turning red: Just die already!

(Liliana blasts the Raven. It immediately ages into dust)

Raven, a different bird, perched nearby: That’s some pretty impressive power you’ve got there.

Liliana, glowing brighter: Just SHUT UP!

(Liliana unleashes torrent of deadly energy, killing everything within a hundred feet. Dozens of Ravens fall down dead.)

Liliana, bleeding from her tattoos: Is it done? Are you gone? Can I finally just handle this myself?!?

(Silence)

Liliana: Good… good… Okay, that’s been a day. Now, to head back to Innistrad, get washed up, and get some sleep. Razaketh and Belzenlok won’t murder themselves.

Raven, a different bird, flying overhead: Great! Meet you there!

Liliana: SONOFA-

Art by John Avon

Art by Wesley Burt

ZENDIKAR

(Cut to Nissa Revane, now an adult, but who really knows what that means for elves? Maybe she’s twenty five, maybe she’s fifty. She’s probably not over a hundred, but who can say? With her is the Soul of Zendikar, now regularly taking on the form of a wood elemental that everyone can see, but not understand)

Nissa: I’m really not sure we can win this.

Zendikar: We win a lot! We just smushed two eldrazi at once! I am the best at eldrazi smushing.

Nissa: I meant long-term, though.

Zendikar: Oh… yeah. They are sort of sucking all the life out of everything they touch and leaving nothing but wastes lands.

Nissa: You mean wastelands?

Zendikar: Pfft. I wish. Look, we just gotta… keep hitting them. A lot. Until we’ve smushed them all. All one million forty two thousand of them.

Nissa: They keep spawning, though.

Zendikar: What if we hit them really, really fast?

Art by Igor Kieryluk

Surprise vampire!: Special delivery for Nissa Revane!

Nissa: Vampire! … Why do you know me?

Zendikar: A vampire! Kill it dead!

Nissa: You have ten seconds to talk before I kill you dead.

Vampire: Anowon sent me to find you, or any other planeswalker. We need you to save Zendikar!

Nissa: ...I’m listening.

Vampire, pulling out a bag: Behold… SEEDS! Now, when the eldrazi eat this world you can put all these seeds somewhere else and build a new Zendikar.

Nissa: I…

Zendikar: That’s stupid!

Nissa: Excuse me?

Zendikar: That’s a plan so stupid only a vampire could think it up. Saving the babies is a great idea, but do you know what happens when you introduce alien plants somewhere?

Nissa:  The same things that happen when you introduce eldrazi or vampires?

Zendikar: Basically! You can’t give these babies a good home without taking away something else’s.

Nissa: And of course I can’t do that… And I can’t leave here anyway. This is my fault. I need to help clean it up.

Vampire: Excuse me, who are you talking to?

Nissa: Zendikar.

Vampire: Zendikar?

Nissa: The wood elemental right here?

Art by Raymond Swanland

Vampire: You call your elemental Zendikar?

Nissa: Is that… bad?

Vampire: It’s certainly… odd.

Nissa: Well, how about… Ashaya?

Vampire: That’s just Elven for Zendikar!

Nissa: It’s Elven for World, thank you very much! Now, give me those! (Nissa grabs the seeds) I’m going to figure out how to save Zendikar, I’m going to plant these seeds where they belong, and I’m going to call my elemental Ashaya whether you like it or not!

Vampire: Fine. You’ve got your seeds. What you do with them is up to you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go drown myself in alcohol until the world ends.

Nissa: Vampires drink booze?

Vampire: ...I’m going to go drown myself in alcoholics until the world ends. (Vampire wanders off.)

Art by Franz Vohwinkel

REGATHA

KERAL KEEP

(Knock, Knock, Knock)

Monk: (Opens the door) Can I help you?

Jace: Can Chandra come out and play?

Monk: ...You again. I’ll get her. (Monk goes inside, acquires Chandra)

Chandra: The finks do you want?

Gideon: Hello, Chandra. It’s good to see you.

Chandra: Oh, joy, both of you are here. I really hope you’re not starting a ‘people who seriously messed with Chandra’s life’ club, because I’m just starting to have a good thing going now.

Gideon: Zendikar’s in trouble. We need your help.

Chandra: Well, I can’t go. I have classes.

Jace: You’re getting an education?

Chandra: What? No! I’m a professor.

Jace: …

Gideon: People are dying in large numbers. We need all the powerful planeswalkers we can get.

Jace: And besides, you and I are partially responsible for this. We did get into a fight around an ancient and dangerous artifact.

Chandra: Oh, we’re talking about things I’m responsible for now?

Gideon: Shouldn’t have said that…

Art by Eric Deschamps

Chandra: I’m responsible for my students! I’m responsible for this school! I’m responsible for teaching dozens of young pyromancers how to control their power and learn the ancient wisdom of Jaya Ballard when the only thing I remember of her teachings is “That’s a lot of nuggets,” and I don’t even think that one’s canon! And why? Because the abbot said so and then died before even asking me about it! So you go, you go be responsible for an apocalypse that wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t snuck into my house, stole my stolen scroll, and threatened a child, and I’m going to stay right the fylgja here!

(DOOR SLAM)

Gideon: We’ll be at Sea Gate if you change your mind!

Jace: And yet, that still went better than I expected.

Character Wiki

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BASIC INFORMATION

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REAL NAME: Rocky Morningstar

CURRENT ALIAS: The Awesome One

Aliases: Spawn of Lucifer

《PERSONALITY》

Free-spirited, fearless, energetic, cunning, stubborn, playful, optimistic, sweet, quick-thinking, talkative, bubbly, opinionated, cheeky, strong willed, confident, brave, hilarious, fun loving, outgoing, boisterous, impulsive, caring, heroic, determined, exploratory, slick, calculating, crafty, sly, funny, caring, good-hearted, selfless, vulnerable, witty, sentimental, laid-back, romantic, supportive, humble, cocky, kind, selfless, regal, streetwise, wisecracking, cheerful, genuine, sophisticated, generous, daring, friendly, reckless, charming, playful, cool, witty, athletic, mischievous, friendly, sweet, adventurous, sarcastic, rebellious

APPEARANCE

dark brown hair, blue eyes, short sleeve open collar striped shirt, dark indigo necktie with red-and-blue stripes, blue jeans, black and white converse

《Relatives》

Lucifer (biological father) †

Kelly Kline (biological mother) †

Jack Kline (biological brother) †

Castiel (paternal uncle/chosen father/guardian)

God (paternal grandfather)

Amara/The Darkness (paternal great-aunt)

PETS

Esteban (The Cat)

Damon (The Cow) †

Hell-Hounds

LOVE INTEREST

Katy Miller (Ex-girlfriend)

Elena Gilbert (Girlfriend)

ENEMIES

Evil angels

Demons

Evil monsters

Eternal Stud

Damon Salvatore

《POWERS/SKILLS》

Abilities

Genius-level intelligence

Master detective

Master escapologist

Peak human physical condition

Master martial artist

Access to high tech equipment

HOBBY

Singing, dancing, practicing sports, causing trouble, getting on adventures with Dean and Sam, eating and sleeping

GOALS

Master his powers (succeeded).

To start a love relationship with Elena

To restore his bond with his brother, Jack (succeeded)

To find true love (succeeded)

To find a safe place (succeeded)

HOME

Kansas

LIKES

Pulling pranks, attention, singing, having fun, dancing, being right, being in charge, his family, competing with The Salvatore brothers, pizza, spending time with Elena, food (especially cookies), surfing, hugs, playing the guitar, Elvis Presley, animals, wildlife creatures, music, adventures with Dean and Sam, money

DISLIKES

Damon Salvatore, Katherine Pierce, cats, things that are difficult, Isolation, rudeness, shutting him out, embarrassing himself, betrayal, his own crimes, losing loved ones, failing, losing his friends, threats to his family and friends, people getting upset with him, failure, getting in big trouble, not having any fun, losing Elena to death, rejection, loud sounds, rudeness, Elena shutting him out, betrayal, his grandfather's crimes

BASE OF OPERATIONS

Mystic Falls, New York City, New York; San Francisco, California, Kansas

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IDENTITY

Known to Authorities Identity

CITIZENSHIP

American

MARITAL STATUS

OCCUPATION

Mercenary, former fugitive, enforcer, Hunter, sumo wrestler, assassin, bodyguard, Guardian of the Gate, Hell's Torturer, Vessel of Kai Parker, Soldier of Hell (formerly), Bearer of the Mark of Cain (formerly), Knight of Hell (formerly), Member of Team Save the World (formerly), Stripper (formerly), Comedian, Singer, Songwriter

SPECIES

Human

Knights of Hell

Nephilim

Ghost

EDUCATION

High School Student (Graduated/Formerly), Football player and basketball player for the Timberwolves, College Student

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GENDER: Male

HEIGHT

6'0" (Feet)

1.83 (Meters)

EYES: Blue-Gray

HAIR: Dark brown

ORIGIN

ORIGIN

????

UNIVERSE

The Vampire Diaries

PLACE OF BIRTH

Kansas

CREATOR

— JAKE

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Rocky is a bad boy with an edge, and he has enough personality to bring excitement to a Celine Dion song (it’s actually a beautiful song). He’ll slice you up without a second thought and make fun of you while doing it, which makes him endearing and cooler than his peers. Whether you love the character’s zany exploits or hate them, there’s no denying that he’s one of a kind. His fourth-wall-breaking antics make him a hilarious and off-kilter alternative to his hero brethren, and even after nearly three decades of delivering wisecracks, bloodshed, and meta mischief in the panels of New York, City's beloved titles, in the past couple of year, half of the universe as a whole has been seduced by his charms.

History

Early Life

Rocky was born on [Insert Date here], in the district of Kansas. He is the second son of Lucifer, making him a hybrid of Human and an Angel. He is the second and only known Nephilim to be sired by an Archangel. Rocky was taken in by his nice adopted family who would teach him how to behave like a normal being and tried to master his powers.

After being born, Rocky began searching for his father, Lucifer and showed great confusion at the world around him. All that he appeared to know was that his mother was good and his father was supposed to be waiting for him, but nothing beyond that.

Since his father is Lucifer, it is a general assumption that Rocky is the embodiment of pure evil. This belief was originally shared even by his mother, who attempted suicide after his younger brother Jack was conceived so that her second child wouldn't be unleashed upon the world. This made Rocky learn about the consequences of his actions and gain a better understanding of mortality.

After that his younger brother resurrected their mother, however, as their mother then became convinced that Jack could be good, and that the world needed him. Unfortunately, for Rocky he was already a bad boy before he was conceived.

Eventually, after Rocky helped them defeat a demon, his Uncle also became hopeful that Rocky can turn out to be good, and could make the world a better place. They both even claimed to have been shown a vision of a future without pain, fear, or suffering.

Childhood

Rocky never knew his father, as Lucifer left shortly after his son was conceived. Rocky grew up in Kansas under the care of his mother, Kelly and his Uncle, Castiel. Throughout his childhood, Rocky became something of a wild child, getting into numerous fights. He became very close to his mother.

When other children asked where his father was, Rocky told them that his dad was the president and was busy with his career.

Losing his Mother

When he was 11 years old, Rocky's mother became afflicted with humanity, that, unbeknownst to Rocky, Kelly killed herself, who feared that both of her sons growing attachment to Lucifer would turn him away from his plan. His mother's death worsened over time, and shortly before she died, she gave Rocky a note attached to it. In her final moments, she begged Rocky to hug her, but he could not bear to look at her. She died seconds later, leaving Rocky distraught and screaming for her as he was pulled from the room by his Uncle, Castiel.

Directly after her death, Rocky ran out of the house crying.

Castiel knew very well of Lucifer's true nature and plans. So, he instead decided that he and the Winchesters would keep Rocky and Jack as their own and chose never to tell him about their father.

Raised by The Hunters

The hunters taught Rocky how to be the perfect Hunter. Rocky later recalled how, growing up in a hunter clan, Dean Winchester had often "kicked the crap out of him in order to teach him how to fight and kept him in terror by threatening to eat him.

As he grew older, Rocky started going by the name The Awesome One, which was a nickname given to him by Dean. Dean gave Rocky a few to win a girls heart. When he was ten years old, Rocky had his childhood crush, Katelyn Miller.

Quest for a hunt

Rocky built up a reputation as the self-proclaimed legendary outlaw and continued to work for the Winchesters. During his time with the hunters, Rocky had become disloyal to them, eventually planning to kill an innocent.

Before joining the Winchesters, Rocky lived in the ways of an average criminal and thug, going so far as killing an innocent.

Before The Apocalypse

After his younger brother, Jack accidentally killed someone, Rocky showed great devastation and remorse for his brother’s actions and left his home and was sent to a better place because they were afraid that if he stayed, he would eventually hurt them. This act also motivated him to go out on his own and master some of his powers to prove he is good.

The Apocalypse

As God offers to bring back his friend's mother if a hunter kills his brother, but his friend refuses, knowing that the hunter's mother would never want that. With the hunters continuing to refuse to cooperate, Rocky hopelessly watches as God eventually snaps his fingers and smites his younger brother Jack in front of him, leaving Jack with his eyes burned out and surrounded by the imprint of his wings.

After his younger brother's death, Rocky kneels on the ground before he expresses understanding for what is about to happen, stating that he knows what his brother has done and that Rocky has been right all along and God is turned into a monster. However, he can't bring himself to kill God and instead throws away the gun.

His Uncle is disturbed by the fact that Rocky's every attempt to be bad and says he no longer feels anything no matter how much he wants to as for him it was all for fun.

Still distressed over his part in his younger brother's death, he sits alone in a warehouse and asks for his Uncle's ghost to help him, instead he is met by his subconscious manifestation of his father, who tells him that the hunters still hates him and he needs to understand he is all he has left.

Something in him instead of him appearing vicious, he appeared to be sweet and mischievous.

It was learned that he will be hunted down by few hunters and he is beyond redemption, and offers him a place in Mystic Falls so as to make the world a better place, assuring him that it will make God happy.

Shortly after the war, and, in an attempt to escape, after discovering the evil behind his origins from God. Once he eventually left and found a better place to live. As for now he was sent to Mystic Falls to start a new life.

The Arrival

The Arrival II

About a year after the events of the previous encounter, Shortly after arriving, Rocky wasn't fearing that he would revert to his old destructive routine and instead he would do it for fun.

As a result, Rocky eventually left to find his place when he saw the damage he was causing towards Elena's. Rocky and Katy reunite shortly afterward, but having enough of the trouble he's caused.

Just then, one of the hunters attempts to destroy Rocky during the confrontation, and though he nearly succeeds, Rocky gains the upper hand and manages to both save his own life and manage to kill him. They then run into his old friends, who gives him a ride back to escape.

Afterward, Rocky was captured by God but then he was allowed to stay on earth as exile due to God's change of heart and Elena's legal ownership of him.

Background

Rocky, a young man raised in Kansas, moves to the town of Mystic Falls, Virginia, to live with his new life. Soon after arriving, Rocky befriends Elena's friends, as a result, this draws Rocky into the supernatural world of Mystic Falls, where it is plagued by vampires, werewolves, witches, doppelgängers and Original Vampires. He soon meets and falls for a troubled teenage girl named Elena, who has feuding two vampire brothers Stefan and Damon vie for the affection of captivating teenager Elena.

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Personality

Rocky's flawed personality, he is a very unique person that is a rather likable character with a couple of positive traits. He is good-hearted and generous to others as well. He is known to take pity on stray animals and is kind to most people in need of help, sometimes even to other villains in the show.

Rocky usually discards the very norm set in the vampire diaries world. A hero has to be the villain who takes care of others, save their lives and even spare innocent beings from a death sentence. A villain is expected to create mayhem, abuse the helpless people to blackmail the superhero, and crave for world dominance at the end as a hero.

Rocky is unique in the sense that he is a combination of both. He is neither a good guy nor evil. He is nothing but a bad boy who has a good heart and does what he wants and is exceptionally good at it.

He is the king of sense of humor. His intelligent and stingy remarks can take the tension off in the gravest of situations. Rocky's ability to stay cool by acting like a fool really works for him. His people have even nicknamed him as "the awesome one" for not taking things seriously. Yet he never fails to deliver. Maybe that’s because he never panics.

Rocky also enjoys chatting about pop culture, particularly movies and celebrities. He purposely wastes much screen time talking about other movies instead of creating content for his own one, which is a sign of laziness.

As he was loaded with the anti-hero's self-indulgent sarcasm and over-the-top meta movie references, but with all his time spent on ass-kicking, there's a question as to how Rocky finds so much time to just Netflix and chill.

Physical Appearance

“ He's good-looking, but don't you dare tell him I said that. ”

– Katy Miller about Rocky's appearance, in The interview

Rocky has blue eyes and dark brown hair, which he inherited from his father and mother. Katy later states that when Rocky pleads, his blue-grey eyes seemed to be "like a cute baby seal that needed help" and marvels at how men and wo had ever won an argument with him. He is 6'1"--- making him taller than his younger brother Jack—and muscular. Rocky gets his handsome looks from his father, a reason why Katy wanted to preserve her love of him. He doesn't seem to know it or may simply refuse to acknowledge it, but a great number of girls find him extremely attractive.

At the beginning of the series, Rocky was average in athletics but later from his training, becomes very fit, muscular, and lean. After his reunion with Katy, Katy says that Rocky grew even more handsome, and muscular. Rocky had a short sleeve open collar striped shirt, dark indigo necktie with red-and-blue stripes, blue jeans, black and white converse, In The Ship of Conquest, Rocky wore a white T-shirt, black jeans, and black and white sneakers.

Rocky is noted to be "handsome" by other characters constantly. Unlike any other being seen on the Vampire Diaries, Rocky's eyes glow gold. They often glow when Rocky uses his powers. When his friends discovered Rocky hiding in the corner of the room, they were visibly frightened by Rocky's somewhat creepy appearance. After he encounters Kai, Rocky obtains an outfit.

Rocky has also been shown with a large pair of angelic wings, which seems to be as big as those of Archangels. He once used them to shield an individual from the explosion and showed them after absorbing an angelic grace to show the others his powers are back.

After being a murderer, Rocky's eyes glow red.

Powers and Abilities

Paraphernalia

Equipment

Weapons

Relationship

Love Interest

Etymology

Rocky is a name referring to a tough person. Taking the last name from his father, "morning star". His first name Rocky, was named in reference to the movie The Return Of Xander Xxx .

Notes:

Trivia

• The inspiration for Rocky's name comes from the

• Over the years, he had crushes (or interests) on many female celebrity characters. Some examples include Brittney Spears, Taylor Swift, Kelly Preston, Demi Moore etc.

• Rocky was, and is, known as the self-appointed "leader" of his own group.

• He is more interested in vandalism / pranks than violence.

• Knowing that he wasn't meant to be an embodiment of pure evil. He seemed to be quite happy. Since he is technically a failure because he is willing to belong and to find happiness.

• Rocky loves reading his favorite storybook, The Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Andersen

• It is implied that Rocky kills people only because he was provoked; but since he has a personality of his own (a fact that only few people truly understand), he also has the choice, and even the will, not to do so.

• Rocky is not prone to having temper tantrums when things do not go as well as he hopes.

• Rocky hates it when somebody insults his relatives and his friends

• Rocky somewhat sensitive about his personal self, and can at times have a very bad reaction to others mocking it

• He believes in loyalty.

Justine, They’re All Absurd: This Is Your Life At Age 23

@justinelaryne The second I turned 21, major excitement came with heart breaking changes in my new life year... And the hell-oh adult world that Really freaks me out to death . Goodbye, School & home days. Hi, I don't want to be part but I have to..Scary WORLD! I had survived the past years without ever getting into any legal trouble. But, My 21st was one hell of a sh*t — from what I remember, at least. But, my 22nd & 23rd birthday felt a bit different. At the stroke of midnight, I found myself on wandering, overlooking the intercostal with my new friends. It was not one of those “pinky out” kinds of place. And, it certainly was different comparable to last year’s birthday celebrations I had with preteen, teen, parents. Maybe it was just the environment. Adult celebration thing. Now, I know it sounds silly to claim my mature evolution overnight, but I won’t deny the sudden shift in I feel in mentality. I felt like my past year of 21 was a vacation, a year I didn’t take too seriously. A span of 365 days, where it was borderline socially acceptable for me not to have my sh*t together. Well, in My 22. It’s not too big of a time gap, I’m aware. I understand I‘m still considered a kid to some, but turning 23 felt like a promotion from a young lady to a woman. I’m starting to make little changes that make life significantly easier. I’m realizing things I never knew before despite them being painfully obvious. But, I’ve also found myself formulating some dramatic scenarios and “what if” concerns that are just complete bogus. I guess a few seem legitimate, while others are outrageous, and I’m sure my someone would show concern if they really knew half the sh*t over which I stress. I had never even considered these to be issues or dilemmas prior to turning 23. And guess what, they say 23 is the crucial age, where no one like you! Plus, all the other questions and concerns: 1. Do I need to start making legit grocery lists? And by that, I mean one that doesn’t include instant noodles, cereals and different flavored junkfoods snacks? Maybe I’ll keep the snacks. You can’t NOT be happy while holding a bag of chips, right? 2. How can I prevent fire hazards if I don’t even know what they are? Fun fact: It’s a fire safety hazard to turn your toaster on its side to drunkenly heat up pizza. I’ve also learned that it’s generally a good idea to stand in the kitchen when heating soup on the stove instead of ordering in. How have I made it to 23? 3. What’s financial responsibility? Why did it take me this long to realize that spending the extra $75 for free shipping is not actually worth the original $5 I would pay for my $25 dollar online item? My bank account is experiencing one of the worst droughts the southeast has ever seen. 4. Did I miss “How To Function Like A Human 101?” I still don’t know how to work a manual stove, that's why I prefer electric ones and I literally just figured out what cc: and bcc: stand for on emails. Is this common knowledge that I tuned out at some point or am I a bit behind? 5. Do others see me as a grownup? Do I come off as a responsible and caring individual? Multiple people have told me that I’m crazy. Will that title stick forever? My shenanigans have certainly decreased. I don't sleep till noon and im learning How to use makeup on my face and I make my bed and change bed sheets every 1-2 weeks. Impressive, I know. 6. Do you really need to be in or be with a random relationship? Hey, wait, what? So you have to play to have Experiences? I don't get it? Yes I know I never been, I have never done it, never... not yet experience such... But because As for me love is not like that, I wish it to be my first & last... my future husband will be my everything First.. If that make sense... #V.g. 7. I’m getting used to deal with my biological clock. Yes it's hard to wake up in the morning but you see I'm trying my best to get up in bed. So please bear with me. 8. I'm still not into kids. I’m SO not ready to deal with them. If I ever become a mother, what will I name my kids and how many would I want? I know I’m not at this stage in life yet, but I love pets! Cats & Dogs, maybe that counts? Maybe by the time I’m ready to consider kids, they will have some kind of rent-a-kid service to see if you’re apt to be a parent. 9. Is IT required for adults to drink alcohol? Do I need to stop ordering fresh fruits as a drink and take on the maturity of a glass bottle? I only drink red wine, well occasionally. What if I’m at some fancy restaurant with a charming gentleman, and he orders us a bottle of red wine? Can I ask the waiter for an ice cubes? Preferably include some slice of orange & lemon, please. 10. Are you my future husband, Mr. Stranger? Well, I have an ideal date. And Someone ask me. So naturally, I feel obligated to envision my life with someone, 15 years from now. What will our kids look like? Will he provide mental, physical, emotional and financial support? Why am I even ask these questions? With a total stranger. Yes I know I've never been in a relationship for decades! All he did was ask for my private number, not my hand in marriage. But in all honesty, I don’t think it’ll work out. I want my children to have hazel eyes. He has brown. My friend laugh hearing those words! 11. And another friend bites the matrimonial dust. Another one of my friends just got engaged. That’s the seventh engagement this year. Will I get invited to the wedding? I’ll have to bring a date. I don’t even like anyone, but I’ll be judged if I show up alone. That’s it. I’m not going. 12. I don’t care how old I am; “Downton Abbey” will always be boring. If someone asks me what my favorite TV show is, can I still respond with “The Vampire Diary?” It’s the truth. Or should I come up with like, a more matured family and less crude TV series? I my top list of loved TV shows are Pretty Little Liars, CSI, Supernatural, American Horror Story series. 13. When I thought blacking out was the epitome of fun. Did I just say no to that shot? It’s like my alcohol tolerance said “peace out” and retired at the young age. I used to hold my liquor really well. Or, was that just something I believed at the time? Sorry I don't drink! Maybe at the age of 35-40 I'll do.. 14. Holy hangover… am I dying? More importantly, am I going to die from this hangover? What were my hangover remedies last year, and how the hell did I make it through the booze binges with such ease? Ops... it's not about alcohol dude.. it's about vacation hangover! 15. I need more dress shirts and fewer crop tops. I feel like I need to invest in some nice professional attire for future interviews. I have this snazzy blazer, but it’s also leather, so I guess that won’t work. If Slash or Steven Tyler were the employer, I think they’d hire me, but likely not the case. 16. I'm not good at cooking, ok! Yes, I graduated with a degree in HRM. But please don't expect me to be great at it because I'm not a culinary. Why it's always like that? People please stop asking me what's my favorite dishes to cook? I'm only a eater not a cook. But FYI, I'm good at desserts & pastry... I can make you my special Blue Berry & Oreo Cheesecake. 17. Is autocorrect making me dumber? My text lingo has to stop. Am I contributing to the loss of the English language? I feel my IQ drop with each second that passes as I struggle to remember how to spell the word, “definitely.” Because it sure as hell isn’t spelled, “deff.” 18. Do I have to get wasted on dates? My usual Friday night texts used to consist of, “Hey, want to go to *insert bar name here or coffee shop here* and drink till we can’t feel our faces?” Sorry! First off I don't drink alcohol & coffee anymore! Would it be weird if I ask you to go get pizza or ice cream with me instead? It’s kind of the same thing, right? You still gonna feel wasted after all... hunger satisfied. But maybe I can go with you not getting wasted? Idk 19. Do you wish to study again for a second degree with license or work already? I felt it's a trick of a mind. A year where you can play it as months go by so fast. I was given the options because I asked for it. It was given to me right away in my table. So What's my problem? 20. I don't drink Sodas for almost 5 years now Why, because any form of soda are high in sugar content. But I do cheat if I don't have a choice or option to drink. Like for example when I eat out in fast food. 21. Best Friends are drifting apart I recall and remember my childhood friends, my playmates in school and in our village before. Trying to remember their names.. Best friend... I miss the idea of it. I have close friends but not best friend. 22. I'm a bit sharer? Yes, I started over share lately this pass 2 years. I guess it's because of being independent abroad that I was exposed to "communication is very important formula to build a good relationship with other people." Hashtag love the foreigners dislike the locals 23. Is karma my religion? Am I the only person who comes up with this sh*t and creates weird, “what if” scenarios in my head? Does anyone else harbor the terrifying thought that the hell we put our parents through will come back to haunt us through our own spawn? Or, maybe... Oh just shut up already brain... I need more sleep and less Movie watching. Xoxo @justinelaryne