ethrealmiffy

[ethrealmiffy]

　𝟕 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔

　

sign one . if you find yourself existing anywhere but behind the darkness of your eyelids when you drift off to slumber , you're in luck . your guardian angel has successfully pulled you to another realm . a realm where words are exchanged , faces are seen , but only the prior sticks in the mortal's mind . sign two . during the day time when you feel a pair of eyes watching you while you're living your daily life , but don't see anybody physically watching you ? your guardian angel is trying to make their presence known , which translates to ' you're safe ' in the academy textbooks . sign three . if you feel your heart stuttering , fluttering , or all of the above at 10x strength , well my friend , you are in love . whereas , when a guardian angel is reaching out to you , you feel a sense of peace and your beating organ , also known as the stupid heart , may beat slower . not in the way that is threatening , but decently accurate . sign four . unspeakable feathers , found ? everywhere . they're not your normal feathers off of the back of a dove nor a swan , they are legitimate . they glow when picked up , tremble to mere light when blown on . but they are never gone . these feathers can't be lit on fire , can't be doused in gasoline for a match to inhale . they are the feathers off of a guardian angel . sign five . if when you're sleeping , your veins on your wrist glow a certain color , like an other worldly silver , that's when you know your guardian angel is thinking about you . about your safety , most likely . but in the cases where it glows a golden hue ? your guardian angel is on the brink of nobody knows what . rest assured , no mortal's wrist has glown golden since the first and last guardian angel fell from the realm above . sign six . if you ever hear an echo of a voice that sounds way too familiar to you , even though if you have never heard it before in your life . that voice is a sign from some place within you . it's your guardian angel's echoes from a realm elsewhere , out of reach from your entirety . sign seven . if your reflection in the mirror seems to glow brighter , or even your aura seems a little too visible through your eyes , you're in amazing luck . it's your angel , your guardian angel . they're in your presence , watching with a guarding motive .

　　　　　　　　　　　　　 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘂𝘃 ✶ 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀

[ethrealmiffy]

yeah I have a tomorrowland dr

[ethrealmiffy]

relatable

my god, i need a cigarette.

[ethrealmiffy]

Me when I initiate an interaction with someone I've been moots with for months

[ethrealmiffy]

that was so beautiful 😭😭😭😭

　you're ruining my life　　without love

　

　　　what is the only daughter of eros's opinion on the big L word ? 　　　published by anonymous

　first of all , what is this big L word and why is it so forsaken to mention it on a person's daily life ? ' love ' is the big L word . there , i said it ! i said the word and i'm proud because love isn't a tangible object for your fingertips to play around with . it's not a book series by a controversial author or a documentary you only give one star to . to me , it's so hilarious how love is basically a forbidden term nowadays . like what happened to that picturesque love that was yearned for on old television , the black and white one ? the one in which the couple drank out of the same smoothie but with two straws ? stared at each other while doing so and the viewer felt so lonely , it was almost tolerable ? back then , you KNEW knew when you saw ' the look of love ' . but now ?

　it's just SO . . . frustrating now . i think that's the right word ? i just feel like ' love ' isn't the same anymore in this century that we're living in . and don't get me wrong , i don't wanna sound like , " oh i'm so unlucky that i wasn't born in the 90s " . i obviously don't agree with that , because i'm a huge sucker for edits of people i'll never even see . and you know what ? maybe that's just the half of it . watching from afar , and doing nothing about it . like , for example , i had this crush on this guy in my junior year of high school , but i never really did anything about it . i just let it hang over me , let it exist in it's own solitude while it wrecked my world . okay . . . that might be a LITTLE dramatic , i get it , but seriously . i think back then , when we didn't have this high technology , people were just more brave than they are now . i totally understand some people don't feel comfortable in a situation where their heart could absolutely be smashes into millions of pieces , and they'd still have to pretend they're fine , but what's the risk in that ? if there's no risk in life , what are you living for ?

　i do not mean risk as in the terms of reckless driving , or intentional harm upon others or yourself . i mean the risk that makes life more fun to live , more lively if you will . love is just that to me , it's what makes your life more of a life than a dumpster on fire . love is supposed to hurt , to be painful , to make you cry yourself to sleep at night . it's supposed to keep you awake , debating if he or she loves you or loves you not . it's supposed to make you feel stupid and delusional , make you search for signs in every small turn of your life . and by that , i also would like to say that it's not stupid and you're not dumb for thinking that the orange peels that you saw in the garbage the other day is a sign that the girl with ' orange cat energy ' is the love of your life . it's human nature to feel such way . it's human nature to put someone on a pedestal . it's human nature to worship a person who's not a divine deity . it's fine , you're fine , everything will be okay .

　but for the people who still are a little scared and uncomfortable to confess your undying love to someone ? think of all the people who have done that before . think of them and close your eyes . reflect on how it makes you feel when you realize that these people , who ended up dying with their soulmate next to them , were also the same people who went through rejection . look , nobody ever gets the right person on the first try . and if you did ? you must've been struck by my arrow at a good time ! just kidding , but still . it's rare . love is worth fighting for , love is worth fighting yourself for . love is worth it all , because it changes you . even if you don't get what you want , you're a changed person the next second . you've learned a life lesson after being rejected or accepted . rejection is redirection . so no , if you are rejected ever , that doesn't mean you're not meant to fall in love . that's not fair , every human and being and creature on this planet deserves someone to hold and to be held .

　i don't believe in ' right person , wrong time ' . i mean , yeah it's a good saying to tell yourself in the mirror before you leave for work , but think about it . there is never going to be a wrong time , not when you're applying for internship , and never when you're falling in love . you don't know how long you have , sorry that's a bit morbid , i've been hanging out with hades' kids recently . . . just kidding , but still . you don't know how long you have until you take your last breath , and all this will be either useless or productive . your life doesn't have to be measured in those terms , productiveness and uselessness , but it is a good thing to think about sometimes . so while you're healthy and alive , just go for it . fall in love .

　and this brings to my last thought . love is endless , it's not something to be wrapped up in a cardboard box and sent to someone as a birthday gift . love is everywhere , if you really look for it at least . to those who think they're unloveable : you wouldn't be here if you think that way . something or someone that loves you is keeping you at bay . it doesn't have to be an external force , it can be internal . it can be yourself . true love starts from within . look deep inside yourself , do you love yourself ? no seriously , think about it . do you love all those acne scars or that uneven hair ? do you love your crooked smile or your big nose ? notice how i asked you everything about your appearance ? that's not really love . here's the real love : don't you just love how you find happiness in the smallest actions and find warmth when you're perceived correctly ? doesn't it make you giddy thinking about your future and find it endearing that you can feel all of these emotions ? it's so cool , being human , being real to yourself . instead of finding a shrine in someone else , find it at your most homely spot , yourself . if you can't find one , build it . build it and show everyone around you how strong you are .

　outside of loving yourself , there are so many more people who love you . love is still stereotypically thought of something romantically with a partner . it doesn't have to be that way , like i said , love is endless . it knows no definition , it doesn't deserve a synonym . love can mean the joy you feel when you finally hang out with your close friends or the compliment you receive from a co worker you look up to . see ? love is everywhere . just try finding it , okay ?

　honestly , every person on this green and beautiful planet perceives love differently . and to me , that's love in itself .

　　　　　　　　　　　　　 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘂𝘃 ✶ 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀

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evie johnson was the first girl sent to the glade. no one knew why she was there, and she had no memories—just like the others. quiet, strong, and curious, evie quickly proved she didn’t need saving. yet, her arrival changed everything.

THE ONLY LAST BEAUTY WAS

the pureness of her heart.

When Evie Johnson was pulled from the Box, the Glade fell into a stunned silence. No one had ever seen a girl arrive before—only boys had ever been sent, one each month, like clockwork. Her presence shattered every rule, every routine, and sent a wave of confusion and curiosity rippling through the camp. Like the rest of them, her memories were gone, but something in her eyes said she wasn’t afraid. Not exactly.

She was quiet, observant, and sharp in a way that made some of the boys uneasy. Being the only girl in a world full of strangers was isolating. But Newt—the second-in-command, level-headed and kind—saw something different in her. He didn’t speak for her or treat her like she was fragile, but he made it clear she wouldn’t be facing the Glade alone. When the stares became too much or someone got too close, Newt was always nearby, watching with calm protectiveness. Not controlling—just present. A quiet shield.

Over time, Evie began to prove herself. She helped where she could, learned fast, and never asked for special treatment. Some Gladers began to respect her, others still saw her as just a girl surrounded by boys. With Newt’s steady support and her own quiet determination, she carved out a place in the Glade—on her own terms.

[ethrealmiffy]

thinking of taking a break. perhaps. possibly. i dont know anything anymore.

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my angel </3

　　　the fairytale encrypted .

　　

　　

　　

　　

　　

　　

　　

　　

❝ obsession , an addiction , a trick ❞

　　　　an angel is not supposed to fall in love with a mortal . they're not supposed to fall in love in general . but there was a myth , a tale that was told to young divinities to feed their fear about their aching emotions . the fairytale of the angel who fell . 　　　all angels were told the same story , the same words , the same rhyme . a single syllable that was mispronounced would be deemed ineligible for the divine eye . there was one meaning to this huge mythology , angels were never supposed to fall . and if they did ? oh , the hurt would outweigh the pain .

　　

　　❝ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝕲𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ◞ now an unnamed statue that watches over the divine beings of the realm above . the statue is created from a material that even the strongest soldiers couldn't wreck . but how did she become that way ? a woman of such power and grace , now only a statue marks her fall ? the fall that shook the mortal's ground , the fall that was researched but never found ? she was an angel , indeed she was . every smile , every word , every breath that escaped her was to be killed for , something to be trapped into an envelope and sealed with a soft kiss . a kiss that wouldn't feel , a kiss that was forged by feathers and light . she was respected , just a student but somehow already made a mark in the callouses of the academy . her wings weren't the biggest , but they were prominent . they sparkled under the right words , glowed when she received a compliment . she was different from the rest of the students , and she knew it . but what she also knew ? how to use her difference as an advantage for her well being .

　　

　　she wasn't different in a bad way , not in a horrible way . she embraced her difference beautifully , with the same grace she carried herself with . she had something about her , as if her aura was built off of pleasure that was even too unreasonable for a realm like the one she existed in . but how did she lose all that ? all that respect , all that glory , all that divinity ? how did the one mark that she had etched into the academy , well , disappear so suddenly ? as if something was torn away from her , removed forcefully away from her , like a punishment .

　　her wings were torn away from her , removed forcefully away from her . only because she was caught pursuing a concept in the realm below theirs , universe as some have labeled it . pursuing a concept so ethereal that none of the angels would even waste an ounce of their existence acknowledging it . but she had , she had acknowledged it and tried her best . the concept was bizarre , she wanted to be the next greatest thing . the next greatest being on the stages and screens of the mortals . she had a dream , and she went with it . every smile , every word , every breath that escaped her now was against the rules of the realm above . due to that , they tore her wings away , apart into numerous feathers that couldn't be pieced together , even if a person spent the rest of their lives to do so . nobody knows where she is now , maybe wandering the depths of the universe , walking the ground with the mortals , and being a social outcast . nobody ever risks the punishment to recall her last breath in this realm , not anymore . ❞

　　behind all the misery and underneath all the pain was secretly delight . the guardian angel who had left a grandeur mark in the books , enough to build a statue out of her but forget her name , had fell from that realm . she fell with force , but landed on her feet as she gained fame overnight . her dreams and goals were redeemed , she was named the ' CEO of angelic beauty ' . nobody knew who she was prior from her overnight fame , and nobody in the realm above knows about her circumstances now .

　　but why is the story of the fallen angel so influential ? because this was the one reason angels of any kind haven't fell since the event . well , not yet at least .

　　whispers surface after a rumor starts to spread . a certain guardian angel in training has been rumored to be bending the rules of the Academy and the realm in general for a concept out of the angels' touch . not fame this time , but love . the angels were too blind for both of these concepts , they always categorized them incorrectly . for the myth , they mistook fame for greed . this time ? they perceived love for lust . one of the sins , not one of the angels .

　　“ she doesn't belong here ” 　　“ that's one of the seven sins ” 　　“ she deserves to fall ”

　　history was repeating itself , and both times the victim wasn't understood . the angels who had to endure the punishments , to feel a part of them ripped out of their bodies , for a tattoo of their past being framed onto their backs without consent , they were the ones who were in the wrong . the other angels didn't understand the reality either of them went through . how could they ? angels weren't supposed to feel such extreme emotions , such desire and need and want , it was incredibly other worldly to them .

　

　　　　　　　　　　　　　 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘂𝘃 ✶ 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀

[ethrealmiffy]

ok no everyone fuck off I need to go to my streamer life NOW

[ethrealmiffy]

row ilysm thank you 😭😭😭

　　𝐀 𝐵𝐸𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒴𝒜𝐿 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙

　　　　　　　they became better for her.

　　　　　she became worse because of them.

　　　one afternoon Aveline went to their usual spot. one of them was on the phone so she stayed quiet as she walked.

　　　the three other guys huddled around one of them, their backs turned against her. “no, we’re not doing this anymore. the angels aren’t planning anything!” he said, frustrated.

　　　“give me the phone.” another grabbed it, almost cracking the screen, his tone barely controlled. “enough. we’re not taking any more orders. call the operation off. there’s not going to be any war.”

　　　 operation? war? Aveline's steps faltered.

　　　no. no. no. they were here for . . . information? Aveline’s mind went back to all their meetings. the sudden disappearances. the hesitation in their excuses. they were damn good liars, but she always knew something was off.

　　　 they went down then, to the seven circles she assumed. as the rage inside her bubbled, she didn't seem to remember the prophecy she was enacting.

　　　 she wouldn't confront them. oh, no. she would plan something else. to make sure it hurt. for them to come up here and take advantage of her kindness? in return spy and try to start a war? the images of dead angels flickered in her head, and by the gods, her anger was shining.

　　　 it didn't matter that they tried to call it off. no. they still lied to her. but then again, she was stupid. they were demons after all. whatever she thought they had wasn't love. it was all deceit. a false reality.

　　　 she stood there, frozen, reeling. she couldn't believe she trusted them. Aveline didn't know how long she stayed there, but she blinked and they were back, smiling. as if they weren't just planning to start a war on her people. they didn't question how long she'd been there. even if they did, she would've lied.

　　　"we want to be better for you," one of them said carefully, breaking the silence when she didn't speak. Aveline forced a frown. act. besides, how could they be better for her if she couldn't trust them?

　　　"if you think I want you to change for me then clearly I've been sending the wrong message." the guys laughed at her, but said nothing more of the topic.

　　　they went down then, promising her they'd be back. and so, she waited, again. Aveline didn't know what they were doing, and maybe she didn't want to know.

　　　from the depths of hell her lovers' black feathered wings with specks of gold became white instead. their shame faded, and so did their scars.

　　　even though she never cared that they were demons, they transformed for her. they became her knights, looking as sinful as where they came from. none of it mattered, though. she couldn't bring herself to love them when she knew the truth.

　　　tears of disbelief, frustration, and heartbreak fell from her eyes then as she clenched her hands. her demons—well angels now—looked at her confused. she wasn't celebrating like how they thought she would.

　　　her gaze was dripping with rage. so much so, demons below, angels around, and the old gods noticed the shift in the dimension.

　　　Aveline didn't know what to do. what to say. she said she would plan, but seeing them in their new forms, she couldn't stand it. they just looked so . . . innocent. so, she did the next best thing when you find out that the people who cared about lied to you.

　　　she ran. away from demons. away from angels. away from the shining sun.

　　　the demons on the other hand tried to chase her. of course, they did. but then they realized she didn't want to see them. at all. they took the hint, but they'd be lying if they'd say they didn't get hurt.

　　　when Aveline fled, she already knew what she wanted to do as an act of revenge. it took her a couple minutes to get to the other side of the realm, her wings flapping as fast as they could. she rubbed her angel mark, missing what she's about to lose.

　　　once she got to the edge of the realm, she looked beneath the clouds, recollecting her thoughts. Asylum was all she knew, but she couldn't stay here. not when they'd haunt her at every corner. as if they hadn't already haunted her mind and soul. even then, she also knew she couldn't stay because her anger was too raw. too deep. no angel should be feeling these negative strong emotions. not to mention her thoughts of revenge. no, she didn't deserve to be an angel anymore.

　　　she took a breath. a moment passed. then another. as she turned to look at the realm she loved, more tears streamed down her face before muttering a soft goodbye.

　　　despite still being an angel, she already accepted her fate. she allowed herself to feel that rage. she let the betrayal sink deep into her bones. Aveline promised to herself then, she'd become their opposite, the very thing they just were. the thing angels were sworn enemies with.

　　　stepping off Asylum, she flew down slowly, on her own volition. her white angelic wings became black eagerly, her halo gone. in it's place, horns grew.

　　　she became a demon with ill intent, an angel no longer.

　　　no one knew what happened between the lovers then, but they knew one thing;

　　　the prophecy was confirmed.

　　　they became the impossible.

　　　and so did she.

　　　　　　　　𓆩☾𓆪　𓆩☾𓆪　𓆩☾𓆪　

note ! holy yap again !!! I really hope you guys are liking these :> also yes . . . we did get my demonself's permission to post these. ik I was doing the whole narrator thing but like I'm tired man idk LMFAO

xoxo

aveline

© AVELINESHIFTS 2025

[ethrealmiffy]

how I love you demon life

　　𝐀 𝐵𝐸𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒴𝒜𝐿 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐍𝐎 𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙

　　　　　　　they became better for her.

　　　　　she became worse because of them.

　　　one afternoon Aveline went to their usual spot. one of them was on the phone so she stayed quiet as she walked.

　　　the three other guys huddled around one of them, their backs turned against her. “no, we’re not doing this anymore. the angels aren’t planning anything!” he said, frustrated.

　　　“give me the phone.” another grabbed it, almost cracking the screen, his tone barely controlled. “enough. we’re not taking any more orders. call the operation off. there’s not going to be any war.”

　　　 operation? war? Aveline's steps faltered.

　　　no. no. no. they were here for . . . information? Aveline’s mind went back to all their meetings. the sudden disappearances. the hesitation in their excuses. they were damn good liars, but she always knew something was off.

　　　 they went down then, to the seven circles she assumed. as the rage inside her bubbled, she didn't seem to remember the prophecy she was enacting.

　　　 she wouldn't confront them. oh, no. she would plan something else. to make sure it hurt. for them to come up here and take advantage of her kindness? in return spy and try to start a war? the images of dead angels flickered in her head, and by the gods, her anger was shining.

　　　 it didn't matter that they tried to call it off. no. they still lied to her. but then again, she was stupid. they were demons after all. whatever she thought they had wasn't love. it was all deceit. a false reality.

　　　 she stood there, frozen, reeling. she couldn't believe she trusted them. Aveline didn't know how long she stayed there, but she blinked and they were back, smiling. as if they weren't just planning to start a war on her people. they didn't question how long she'd been there. even if they did, she would've lied.

　　　"we want to be better for you," one of them said carefully, breaking the silence when she didn't speak. Aveline forced a frown. act. besides, how could they be better for her if she couldn't trust them?

　　　"if you think I want you to change for me then clearly I've been sending the wrong message." the guys laughed at her, but said nothing more of the topic.

　　　they went down then, promising her they'd be back. and so, she waited, again. Aveline didn't know what they were doing, and maybe she didn't want to know.

　　　from the depths of hell her lovers' black feathered wings with specks of gold became white instead. their shame faded, and so did their scars.

　　　even though she never cared that they were demons, they transformed for her. they became her knights, looking as sinful as where they came from. none of it mattered, though. she couldn't bring herself to love them when she knew the truth.

　　　tears of disbelief, frustration, and heartbreak fell from her eyes then as she clenched her hands. her demons—well angels now—looked at her confused. she wasn't celebrating like how they thought she would.

　　　her gaze was dripping with rage. so much so, demons below, angels around, and the old gods noticed the shift in the dimension.

　　　Aveline didn't know what to do. what to say. she said she would plan, but seeing them in their new forms, she couldn't stand it. they just looked so . . . innocent. so, she did the next best thing when you find out that the people who cared about lied to you.

　　　she ran. away from demons. away from angels. away from the shining sun.

　　　the demons on the other hand tried to chase her. of course, they did. but then they realized she didn't want to see them. at all. they took the hint, but they'd be lying if they'd say they didn't get hurt.

　　　when Aveline fled, she already knew what she wanted to do as an act of revenge. it took her a couple minutes to get to the other side of the realm, her wings flapping as fast as they could. she rubbed her angel mark, missing what she's about to lose.

　　　once she got to the edge of the realm, she looked beneath the clouds, recollecting her thoughts. Asylum was all she knew, but she couldn't stay here. not when they'd haunt her at every corner. as if they hadn't already haunted her mind and soul. even then, she also knew she couldn't stay because her anger was too raw. too deep. no angel should be feeling these negative strong emotions. not to mention her thoughts of revenge. no, she didn't deserve to be an angel anymore.

　　　she took a breath. a moment passed. then another. as she turned to look at the realm she loved, more tears streamed down her face before muttering a soft goodbye.

　　　despite still being an angel, she already accepted her fate. she allowed herself to feel that rage. she let the betrayal sink deep into her bones. Aveline promised to herself then, she'd become their opposite, the very thing they just were. the thing angels were sworn enemies with.

　　　stepping off Asylum, she flew down slowly, on her own volition. her white angelic wings became black eagerly, her halo gone. in it's place, horns grew.

　　　she became a demon with ill intent, an angel no longer.

　　　no one knew what happened between the lovers then, but they knew one thing;

　　　the prophecy was confirmed.

　　　they became the impossible.

　　　and so did she.

　　　　　　　　𓆩☾𓆪　𓆩☾𓆪　𓆩☾𓆪　

note ! holy yap again !!! I really hope you guys are liking these :> also yes . . . we did get my demonself's permission to post these. ik I was doing the whole narrator thing but like I'm tired man idk LMFAO

xoxo

aveline

© AVELINESHIFTS 2025

[ethrealmiffy]

IM BEING FED THANK GODS ILY VEN

THE BEAR IS COMING.

now playing . homesick - noah kahan. "two months since you got back, how have you been, and are you bored yet?"

PHOEBE FIKE. 27. 𖡡 RJ, BR. CALI. CHICAGO.

all things, people, phoebe held close could be found in The Original Beef of Chicagoland. childhood best friends, make-believe cousins, older brother figures, first kisses. all saved between diet coke and greasy sandwich meat.

It's memory, the food, the noise, were alive in her mind, always. childhood, highschool and all throughout college, even when she went away, it was vibrant. she could see it all the way from california, ucla seemed dull without it.

she liked to think it stayed exactly like that until it happened. until mikey died and she couldn't make it to the goodbye. phoebe was always one for fleeing, but she couldn't run from something like this. something this looming and heavy.

the beef was under new management when she arrived back, when had carmy gotten all those tattoos?, and she thinks this time it might be better if she stuck around.

PHEEBS & CARMY

track two . halloween - noah kahan. "It's not halloween, but the ghost you're dressed up as sure knows how to haunt. yeah, you know how to haunt."

childhood best friends. second chance. slowburn. honey & the bear. "can I ask you a question and you can tell me to fuck off if you want?" "I doubt I'll ever tell you to fuck off."

[ethrealmiffy]

IM SCREAMING OMGGGG I LOVE I LOVE I LOVEEEEEEEEE YOU'RE INSPIRING ME TO MAKE ONE LIKE THIS BROOOOO

WHERE IN THE WORLD IS... ROWAN NIGHTWINE? (𝓰uardian demon dr)

inspired by @avelineshifts' demon dr and @withluvvenus' guardian angel dr

you can find her...

✴ standing in front of a church, a respectful distance away from the front steps. demons don't enter churches, it is one of the places where God's presence was so strong that we cannot walk in without being overwhelmed by grief. we've turned away from Her, and now we pay the price. still, one misses their past even if it's been a while, and she'll admire it from afar.

✴ standing by the water. it doesn't matter if it's in human or animal form, you can find her simply gazing out at the body of water, eyes tracking the movements under the waves. if you ever gaze out and you'll see a body floating in it, do not panic. she's enjoying herself. they're not going to drown. he's fine.

✴ soaking in the sun. the Underworld is more haze and smoke than anything else, with architecture that creeps out even the most horror-obsessed mortal. the sun was something that the Heavens contained and shared with the mortals, but not with us, the scorned and the fallen. being on earth allows her to experience the warmth once again.

✴ dancing in the rain. demons don't get sick... or at least that has never been recorded. she takes advantage of that fact, getting drenched and experiencing something that humans romanticise, and she must say: it is fun.

✴ buying intricate trinkets to place in hobie's her apartment. she loves pretty trinkets, whether they were made with ceramic or glass or any other material, though one cannot help but notice that so much of it has angel motifs...

✴ staring down cameras in animal form. is there anything more creepy than a still animal making eye contact with a camera that you're watching through a feed? exactly. the Underworld unnerves mortals on its own, and she brings its energy to the living world for fun.

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ROWWWWWWW THANK U SM <33333

　　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓

　she loved them. they did too, but it wasn’t supposed to happen.

　　　ah, so you came back for more. what a curious one you are. hm, okay then. she won't speak a word about their love story, but it's too popular for you to not know.

　　　the day the demons came up to Asylum, everyone was on their guard. they were all trained in combat even though they never had a reason to fight. all the children were locked away in the safety of their homes, and angels went out as little as possible.

　　　but Aveline, oh, Aveline, helped everyone she could. hand delivering food so they didn't have to walk outside. making toys for kids to keep them distracted from the demons. reading to some in the library to give them a little peace from the brewing chaos outside.

　　　the perfect little angel, no?

　　　one day, she was doing her regular rounds with a basket in hand, keeping her steps light and steady. until she heard a sound. she wasn't stupid, alarm bells rung in her head, but she walked towards the sound anyway. it could be an angel hurt.

　　　on the edge of their realm, four demons sat on some clouds, their body covered with scars. horrified—possibly foolishly—she stood there, staring.

　　　she should have called the city officials. she should have stepped away. she should have listened to herself. she should have never walked towards them. she should have forgotten all about them.

　　　there was a lot of things she should have done.

　　　they were demons, she reminded herself, her calculating eyes still fixed on them. the warning—more like flimsy reminder—flew away like a dust in the air then.

　　　one of the boys was muttering so, so, softly. “Sanctuary. No harm. Help.” his voice sounded so broken, so defeated, Aveline’s heart almost broke.

　　　demons below, she cursed as she did something she never thought of doing.

　　　she stretched out her wings, and before she could comprehend, she was cleaning their wounds with water from her own well and patching them up with torn pieces of her clothing. her hands were shaking as she moved swiftly, scared to be caught. the demons were too out of touch with reality to be on guard as being up in Asylum was causing pain, something their charms were barely protecting them from.

　　　as she cleaned their wounds, one of them opened his eyes. he was able to catch two things.

　　　1. an angel flew towards him, the sunlight highlighting her figure like a savior for their souls.

　　　2. when she left, one of them caught a glimpse of her arm, a tattoo of a dagger giving them the information they need to find her.

　　　Aveline came home, distraught. she didn't regret helping the demons—actually—she regretted not helping them more. but a feeling of guilt knocked on her door. it wasn't like demons were their sworn enemies, but they were. was she a bad angel for helping them?

　　　the next day came, and she couldn't help herself. after doing her regular errands, she went back to where she found the demons, but they were gone. she didn't want to inspect the feeling of disappointment that swarmed her in the moment.

　　　good thing it wasn't going to last as the four demons landed behind her. a small yet frightened shriek slipped her lips, her hands almost letting go of her basket.

　　　they stared at her—the angel who saved them—relishing the sight of something so innocent compared to their demonselves.

　　　a moment then passed, causing Aveline to sweat.

　　　they walked closer to her, and Aveline knew better than to fly away.

　　　finding the courage, aveline asked, "what do you want?"

　　　instead of answering, they bowed their heads, something aveline took as gratitude. one of them then came forward—closer to her—handing a coin.

　　　skeptical, she took the coin, and when she was about to say thank you, they were gone.

　　　that's how it was for days, aveline went to that spot, left some food, and the next day, it was gone. they barely communicated, but after a while, aveline grew sick of whatever that was.

　　　she told them her frustration. if she was helping them, she had to at least know something. something for something. penny for their thoughts. she needed an exchange.

　　　at her logic and anger, they were amused at this angel who had a desire to make a relationship towards them, but agreed nevertheless. they hung out more often in their secret spot. the demons told her tales of earth, humans, the seven circles, and how they got up to Asylum. Aveline felt pity.

　　　in return she told them stories about angel customs, the angels she taught, generally, just her day to day life. their eyes would light up when she'd tell these stories then.

　　　eventually, they fell in love. the angels knew from the gleam in her eyes. the four demons knew from the way they were hesitant to fly back down to . . . settle.

　　　none of them spoke about their feelings, too scared to break what they had. there were some hugs that lasted for too long, lingering glances, kisses on the forehead or cheek, hands holding, but it never went farther than that. no, they couldn't risk it. angels and demons aren't meant to fall in love.

　　　　　　　　　　　𖤍

　　　but they did. now, no one knows why the lovers broke apart, yet everyone remembered that day.

　　　　　　　　　　　𖤍

　　　the four demons everyone came to know flew through the clouds from below, their black wings a dazzling white. they had their demon mark, but also an angel one.

　　　the same day—possibly even in the next few minutes—their Aveline flew down, something an angel like her wasn't meant to do. from the gossip that came around, it was said she was spotted with her halo gone.

　　　　　　　　　　　𖤍

　　　well, did that satisfy you? hopefully it did. there's more to what had happened, but it's a tale for Aveline to tell.

　　　　　　　　　　　　Stay curious, dear readers.

　　　　　　　　𓆩☾𓆪　𓆩☾𓆪　𓆩☾𓆪　

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aveline

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[ethrealmiffy]

vampire drs >>>>>

ancient vampire reality lore drop... ft. the questions asked by the voices in my head.

❝how does aging work for vampires?❞

vampires age as they wish. some stop at 18. others at 30. a child may even stop at 8 just to get back at their parents (i know i have..). we can always choose to grow older if we wish, but we can never regress back in time. i think it's why many of us have chosen to stay at the age we first chose, for fear we'd regret it. even as immortals, we fear aging.

❝what powers do vampires have?❞

it's the usual few. compulsion, enhanced senses, shapeshifting into a bat and if you're lucky, another creature. against humans, these powers are useful, yes, but against other vampires? just pray that you're not on the bottom of the hierarchy.. it's not fun for an elder vampire or a noble one to overpower you.

❝speaking of hierarchy..❞

there are two different kinds of hierarchy: one of age, and one of power. age is easily explained – the older you are, the more powerful you are due to your experience. if one was a young vampire, they would find themselves easily overwhelmed by an elder.

as of power, it'd depend who Turns you, or who gave birth to you (depending on how you became a vampire). I belong to the noble family of Nightwines, hence I am pretty powerful, only overshadowed by my older siblings, parents etc. there are relatives who i can overpower even if they are older than me, and that is because i am part of the "main" family, hence my power is more ancient, and less diluted.

if you were Turned, it'd just depend on who's blood now runs in your veins and the power it contains. you'd then be of a similar power level to your Sire, though you will always be able to be overwhelmed by them. Turned vampires can never betray their Sire – there is something in their blood that makes them physically unable to do so; they'd rather stake themselves for eternity.

❝...stake themselves?❞

ah yes. stakes. in this reality, there is no true death – such is the fate of immortals. instead, if one were to stake a vampire, they merely sleep, their bodies shutting down into what one could call hibernation as their minds drift. some vampires grow tired of living and stake themselves for years; usually assigning someone to pull the stake out after a few decades, centuries or however long they wish to be gone for. there are few that tell no one and stake themselves, hiding away from the world in hopes of never waking up.

❝what about sleep?❞

as for sleeping, vampires don't need much sleep. we usually just tuck ourselves in bed (whatever the comfortable position is, even if it is being upside down) at around 1 am and we're out till around 8 am (or i am, anyway). when we are asleep, blood turns to stop circulating so when we first wake up, we will need to drink blood immediately to get our bodies to work properly again, if not it'd be uncomfortable.

❝why is it called ancient vampire dr?❞

it's because at first, i wanted to shift and have been centuries old before realising i'd prefer to actually experience those centuries myself, alongside hobie. it's set in the 1600s anyway, so it is pretty ancient (to me), and i can't wait to experience it.

there's probably more lore but i can't remember it right now so this is all i'm feeding y'all today..

[ethrealmiffy]

two more post for my demon dr!!! after that im all out lowk 😭

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Making dr posts for realities that aren't really based off anything is really hard. Idk my job, my friends, my family. It's pure vibes. Until I shift there or get a dr memory or smth then I don't really know these things.