#INTRODUCTION.

[arsprince]

prince stolas of the ars goetia, from helluva boss. based entirely on the pilot episode and original lore on the ars goetia, portrayed as the antagonist of the show. as prophesied by doll, she / her, eighteen plus.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. stolas ars goetia. 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. prince stolas of the ars goetia, a great prince of hell. the thirty-sixth demon of the ars goetia (in the lesser key of solomon), commander of twenty-six legions. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐒. the owl demon. the sage of shadows. the erudite. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. demon of the ars goetia dynasty. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. identifies male, he/they. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. bisexual, biromantic. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. nobleman, aristocrat, astronomer, occultist, militant commander. 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. princess stella of the ars goetia, wife. crown princess octavia of the ars goetia, daughter & heir. king paimon of the ars goetia, father. various siblings, cousins, etc. the ars goetia dynasty.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒. tall & elegant, yet imposing and haunting in his beauty. lean figure. owl-like features, including a beak, talons, and an owl's tail. two sets of red eyes. huge jaws. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 10' f. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. stolas favours his regal attire, opting to wear some variation of a royal uniform for his public appearances. when sprawling about the estate, he might dress down to a vest, cravat, etc. or opt for loungewear, depending on the nature of any company present. 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌. tba. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌/𝐒. tom hiddleston. (liveaction)

examining themes of . . . the oligarchy. decadence, hedonism, and moral decay. the conflict between duty and desire. beauty in the grotesque. gothicism. classism & the politics of hell. lovecraftian horrors, ancient evils. the conquest for power & the pursuit of knowledge.

character notes. verses. visuals.

[macabrecravings]

About Me~!! <3

TLDR: This blog contains NSFW & Dark/Horror Content. Interact with caution! Minors DNF/DNI.

Hello! I'm Haunting!! (formerly known as hauntingholloway) You may also call me Hallow/Haunty/whatever else you come up with!! :D My pronouns are they/he. Use them interchangeably or pick one & stick w/ it, I don’t care :)

This is a multi-fandom blog. I can’t be bothered to make side accounts for organization, that’s why I tag things the way I do ^_^

Things I like:

Degrees of Lewdity || Boyfriend to Death || The Price of Flesh || Baldur’s Gate 3 || MLP: FIM || KORN || NIN || Type O Negative || Bob's Burgers || + More...!?

I love to draw & write but I often struggle to think of ideas!!! :") Soooo.... I encourage y'all to send me drawing suggestions, drabble/headcanon requests, text prompts!! Or just chat to me in anon asks! ^w^

I’ll write blurbs/headcanons for most characters as long as I like/know enough about them. Ask away, you’ll never know unless you try… /lh

Art requests can be OC related, fanart, anything really ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If I’m not feeling a certain request I’ll either leave it for later or delete it ^_^!!

My roleplay blogs:

@xxbl00ds0akeds3raxx || @divinetouchdown || @sewer-freak || @sydneythepious

Account Warnings:

Because this is a horror blog, sensitive topics will be discussed, written & drawn. I often forget to tag for triggers but ask me to add content warnings/mature filters & I will be mindful of it :)

Films/games I recommend contain: cannibalism, murder, rape, sexual assault, self harm, suicide, verbal/physical harassment & assault, and a whole stretch of other disturbing things.

Find me elsewhere:

Pinterest || Spotify || AO3 || Discord (macabrecravings)

[Last Edited: April. 6, 2024.]

[acidangeis]

﹒⁀ ⸒ ACIDANGEIS ⠀⠀⠀ : is the unofficial hub for my writing projects! currently includes: burn the bridge ( the hunger games ), firearm ( formula one ), and icarian ( riordanverse ).

﹒⁀ ⸒ MASTERLIST ⠀⠀⠀ : to be announced.

you can also find me on @iucyisland, which is where all my interactions come from! kasey, twenty-two, eastern standard time. established nov. 27, 2023.

[sewer-freak]

[This is a roleplay blog for a DOL character created by @macabrecravings.]

General Degrees of Lewdity Warnings apply (Under 18 DNI, rape/noncon/dubcon) As well as heavy warnings for psuedo-incest fuckery (Morgan), bullying, medical malpractice, delusions/derealization, TBA… (Ask to tag more!!)

Reminder: Evangeline is intentionally transgressive & I do not hold the same values, views, or kinks that she does. ^_^

#oc: evangeline || pinterest board || spotify playlist

General Info:

• Unsocial Moth.

• Generally makes people uneasy. She’s visibly disturbed & clearly unstable which makes people uncomfortable.

• It doesn’t help that she’s an avid thief & people don’t like having their things stolen.

• Has poor hygiene due to her mental state, which is only made worse considering the places she hangs out (She… reeks. </3)

• Her teachers aren’t too fond of her. She’s not a delinquent by any means, but she spends more time daydreaming than anything.

• She also… stares. at them. Has a thing for older men / authority figures and it’s. obvious.

• Meek & submissive as fuck </3

• Works at the office building as a temp, but occasionally does housekeeping jobs around town

• Spends her free time in the forest, moor, smuggler’s cave, the sewers. When it comes to the orphanage, it’s all or nothing. She’s either locked herself in her room or avoids it like the plague.

• Has substance abuse issues. Cigarettes, alcohol, stimulants, aphrodisiacs…… <- Big fan. You can find her stealing stimulants & aphrodisiacs all over town, (even if the punishment she gets for doing so isn’t often worth the high).

• Very Much a Recluse. Doesn’t go out of her way to interact with people. Still, heres how she feels about certain NPCS:

• MORGAN — Met Morgan while artifact hunting for Winter, and it. fucked her up. She originally went along with him out of fear, but took to him quickly. He’s the father figure she’s never had. The only one who “understands her”.

Her name rhymes with Charlene, and she bares a resemblance to him (gingers. that’s it.), but it’s enough for her to delude herself into thinking that she hypothetically could be Charlene. (She’s not. & In a more lucid state she would accept that, but. Alas.)

• HARPER — Used to avoid their therapy appts at any cost. Morgan got in her head about him, so she was resilient & slow to warm up. But, deep into treatment at her first asylum visit, she became enthusiastic.

**Looked forward to bathing every day** (because it meant he would touch her and get her off). Liked the way his medicine made her feel, and loved his attention even more.

• KYLAR — A genuine friend. One of the only people she likes being around. Prefers when he’s silent and not overbearing. Keeps him at an arms distance because he’s a little… too into her.

He’s made it very clear that he wants to be more than friends/friends with benefits, but she ignores his feelings. She doesn’t want to date him. She doesn’t want him to “fix her” or “keep her safe”.

• WHITNEY — Evangeline is easy to throw around & take advantage of. She does what Whitney asks of her, little to no resistance.

Not close enough to him to drink at the pub with him & his buddies, but would if he allowed her to. Same with smoking with him. Hypothetically, they could get along. But they don’t.

• MICKEY — Fond of from a distance (They help cover up her tracks and are mysterious. It’s..: appealing :))

• ROBIN & SYDNEY — Not close. Doesn’t interact with them other than what’s necessary.

• WINTER — She helps out with the museum & also wants him carnally. Who cares if he’s a “fossil” or “as old as those antiques he collects”? Not her.

• SIRRIS — Another object of her lust. A seemingly perfect father to Sydney, not to mention hot. She’d do anything to be a demonstration on his home videos, if you catch my drift!

• LEIGHTON — To be determined

[oscuvridad]

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 ... manuel 'manu' echeverría !

is that enzo vogrincic? oh, no, that’s manuel echeverría, a twenty-seven year old fisherman who uses he/him pronouns. they currently live in valparaíso, and the character they identify with most is ruby rossi from coda. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas! 

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

full name: manuel carlos echeverría díaz. nickname(s): manu. age: twenty-seven. gender: cis male. date of birth: september 17th. zodiac sign: virgo. place of birth: valparaíso, chile. occupation: fisherman. orientation: bisexual. language(s) spoken: (chilean) spanish, a little bit of english.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.

positive traits. responsible, hard-working, perceptive. negative traits. withdrawn, distrustful, extremely shy. neutral traits. family-oriented, workaholic, analytical.

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

manuel is the first and only son of a seamstress and a fisherman. as a child, he had trouble making friends because of his withdrawn nature, and would often prefer his own company rather than someone else's. his father, being a self-employed fisherman, expected him to continue down his line of work. manuel was supposed to inherit his father's fishing equipment once he became of age, and help his family monetarily. he spent most of his teenage years waking up early in the morning and learning how to fish, and then would accompany his father while he tried to sell each catch. while it always seemed like more of a responsibility rather than a choice, he quickly became enamoured with the craft. it never seemed to matter if he made it to class completely exhausted after spending an entire morning out in the sea, it was always worth it. despite everyone's expectations, manuel decided he wanted to attend university before taking over his father's business. he convinced his parents by arguing that having a degree might be useful for him someday, if—god forbid—fishing wasn't an option in the future. he studied business management, secretly hoping that his knowledge might allow him to expand his father's business someday, to go from a self-employed fisherman to the owner of a fishing company. while his parents tell him he's completely delusional, manuel still believes if he works hard enough, it can become a reality someday. manuel has recently moved into his own apartment after saving enough money from his fisherman job, alongside some other side gigs. he still meets his father each morning to go fishing, and usually eats lunch with his mother every week. knowing that he's an only child has put some pressure on him to try and spend as much time with them as possible, which isn't a problem because of how much he loves them and how close they are. he's managed to break out of his shell, although it is still difficult for him to trust people enough to become friends. once he does, though, he's the most loyal friend that could ever exist.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

very big fan of chilean rock music. some of his favorite bands are: los bunkers, los prisioneros and los tres.

adopted a kitten after a few weeks of living on his own, having found it after coming home from work. he usually jokes the kitten, named tesoro, was a gift from the universe.

doesn't like his birthday because of how close it is to the chilean independence festivities, which usually overshadow the excitement of his own birthday.

more to add once i think about them :).

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

i know i said he doesn't have a lot of friends but i would love to develop some friendships, maybe it was difficult gaining his trust at the beginning but now they're the best of friends! i would also be interested in romantic connections, maybe past relationships or old flings that didn't work out because of his workaholic tendencies, current romantic interests that are trying to make it work, etc etc. and finally i'd also love connections where they don't like each other, maybe not as much as enemies but general dislike.

[luteknight]

THE WINGED TERROR. THE HOLY CRUSADER. ADAM'S CERBERUS . . . independent portrayal of lute from h.azbin h.otel, tweaked to my own preferences and exploring tidbits of original heaven lore. sideblog to voxistem. as deified by doll, she / her, 18+

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. lute. 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. the high lieutenant of heaven's exorcist legions. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐒. valkyrie. adam's dog / adam's knight. the holy crusader. the winged terror. etc etc. and whatever dumb nicknames adam tacks on her. she loves them. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. angel of the lord, exorcist division. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. angels are celestial beings. she chooses to present feminine. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. bisexual, biromantic. fem preference. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. militant officer, a soldier for the kingdom of heaven.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒. pale, with defined musculature. white hair, previously long / now kept much shorter. a pair of white & black wings, reminiscent of a falcon / built for strength & soaring flight. golden eyes. black halo, like metal. ( in fallen verse: the valkyrie inspiration shifts to harpy. protruding horns like those of her helmet, only now they're real. claws. sharper teeth. ) 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5'5 f. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. she tends to wear her militant garb even in downtime, though she might wear her training attire for simplicity's sake. her flaming angelic sword is always on her person, concealed within its sheath / in her downtime, it is disguised as a pendant she wears. 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌. tba. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌/𝐒. emma frost (comic), dove cameron (live).

an exploration in . . . holy crusades. duty above all. every angel is terrifying. the monstrous feminine. finding religion in man. losing your faith. valkyries & sisterhood. the figures of joan of arc, antigone. i'm not a violent dog / i don't know why i bite.

visual reference sheet. character notes. all tba.

[aroxbetchio]

Intro Kind Of

hi! i’m elliot, my pronouns are they/he, + i’m 18

i post a lot of queer + aro related stuff, and i tend to go from fandom to fandom so you may see bjhm, tua, b99, hh/hv, or tgp related stuff, along with lots of random shit lol

if you don’t have a pfp or header i beg you to update your pfp or header, most of the time blank blogs are spam blogs and i block them

DNI: (most of these go w/o saying)

-anti-lgbtq, homophobes, or transphobes

-ppl who make rape/pedophilia jokes, defend it, condone it, or js rapists/pedo’s in general

-any1 who defends or denies genocide

-misogynists, racist ppl, + ableist ppl

-blogs that promote addictions

-etc.

i like to keep discourse to a minimum, but i’m not always that good at it 😅 all i ask is that u try not to spread hate lol

[deepdarkhetasecrets]

hi! my name's faun and my main blog is @faunabel. this is another hetalia confession blog active in our year of 2024 :3 you can send asks about almost anything on your mind related to hetalia, whether that's simping for a character or complaining about something you absolutely hate.

if i get any nsft asks, i'll tag them accordingly!

#don't look if you're sensitive is the hashtag for meanly worded confessions. so block this if you don't want to see them. #character hate is obviously for character hate.

i will delete asks including the following : (i will update as needed.)

hate towards another person or people in the fandom. this blog is not here for drama.

talk about serious irl issues. this blog is for stuff that doesn't actually matter that much. it's for fun, not crippling my mental health 😭

i'll also delete any asks i feel like deleting.

oh also, new thing! lmk if you want my opinion on ur confession or not.

[arcvenus]

the angel of art, beauty & wisdom and heaven's tailor, [ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐉𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋 ] an original character for h.azbin h.otel with inspiration from milton's paradise lost and dante's inferno. as deified by doll, she/her, 18+. character information below the cut. sideblog for aesthetics.

an exploration in . . . beauty in the grotesque. every angel is terrifying. were it a sin to know. losing one's faith. the theological debate between objective good and evil. criticism of organized doctrine.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. jophiel. ( jo, joph ) 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. the archangel of beauty, art, and wisdom. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐒. venus. the wisdom of heaven. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. archangel, one of seven. ( fallen, in alt verse ) 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. angels are celestial beings. she chooses to present feminine. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. bisexual, biromantic. fem preference. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. tailor, owns a studio in heaven, 'seraph style boutique'. formerly, a general in heaven's armies, during the rebellion. 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒. tanned skin. long dark hair, naturally curly, kept straight. glowing white eyes. halo. full lips. cream-white pair of wings, reminiscent of a dove's. ( in fallen verse: white hair which is wrapped around curved horns, manticore-type legs reminiscent of her former angelic form. ) 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 6'2'' f. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. red, cream, and gold are her colour scheme. she is fond of formal attire with an ornate spin, golden accessories and embroidery adorning her. high collars and frilly gloves, concealing her flesh. used to wear veils over her hair before. commonly wearing what appears to be a royal uniform-styled jacket and pants + heels. has a brass-topped cane concealing a flaming angelic sword. 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌. most closely resembling a creme-coloured jungle cat/manticore; made of light, eyes and dove wings, of which she has one pair, representing beauty and art. a large orb of light, though by no means the biggest - she might be close in size to the eiffel tower. halo is an engraved scroll of knowledge, wrapped around the body. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌/𝐒. zatanna zatara (comic), ana de armas (live).

visual reference here. / character notes here.

[clinicalobsession]

❥ Important links: carrd. identities. c!gnf.

!! This is a fictionkin/nonhuman focused blog.

Hello, my name is Ziana or Tiye. I'm an 18 year old vampire/succubus and fictionkin. I have multiple kintypes but here I'll be focusing on my two main IDs: c!George and Nina the killer.

This blog will primarily be used for memories and vents related to those IDs, however, I may also talk about the dsmp/creepypasta/kinning in general.

I'd love for any mediamates to interact since I don't know any. I'm currently looking for c!Dream, c!Sapnap, Jeff and Toby, however (almost) anyone from my medias is welcome!

Continue reading below ↓

Important!!

c!Gnf tag: #🍄💤

Nina tag: #🎀🔪

Vent tag: #revelations.

Warnings: Religious/cultist theme, vent material, mediamate neg, c!Dream apologism, obsessive nature, and other possible triggering content.

c!Tommys please use extreme caution when interacting with me/this blog or dni at all.

DNI: Basic DNI, under 16, Doubles, c!Dream or Jeff the killer antis. I block freely.

[hetaliapolls]

hi! it's faun again here with another blog for hetalia :3 this blog is for polls. u can submit them if u want and i might post them. i might not. depends.

[gbardot]

❝  The holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps. ❞

Age: 34

Gender identification: Cis female, she/her

Residential area: Midtown

Occupation: disgraced former ballerina & currently unemployed

Two positive traits: Passionate & disciplined

Two negative traits: Impulsive & indecisive

Length of time in Wilmington: 18 years, returned 3 months ago

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin

hair ribbons and pointe shoes, a record player spinning old jazz and classical tunes, empty coffee cups about and empty wine bottles by the bathtub, breaking into dance while walking, candle wax melted onto too many surfaces, and a radiant smile that hides how lost she really is

Trigger Warnings: death, heart disease

Born into a world that she never quite felt like she belonged in, Genevieve Bardot was always a particular child with an affinity for the complexities of life and the more profound problems most people around her faced. For Genevieve, the solutions were always secure, cut, and dry— she could take emotion out of her decisions, believing that it merely clouded her judgment and produced muddy results. Even as a child Genevieve didn’t fall into line with the other kids she grew up with. As her friends were playing house or imagining worlds of fantasy and lore, Genevieve preferred the reality she could understand. For her parents it made her a straightforward child, they knew what to expect of her in any given situation and yet at the same time they never knew what it was she was thinking, just that she was continuously thinking. The gears in her head turned as she grew into a resolute girl sure of her every decision.

Many people mistook Genevieve for cold, detached— harsh even but those who truly knew her could never doubt that Genevieve Bardot was full of passion. At least, when it came to ballet and when it came to the stage and the lights— her first pair of pointe shoes and her first solo. From the time Genevieve could stand on two legs the girl was enrolled in ballet, it was one of the many electives her affluent family afforded her, and it was the only she found any interest in. It was a regimen sport, that demanded discipline and fluidity, determination and passion— it was a fine line that you had to toe to be considered a valuable dancer, and it was made all the more difficult when you had to do it en pointe. Ballet was Genevieve’s first passionate love in her life. Her studies were often slid to the side; paying and bribing the honor roll students in her private school to ensure she maintained her grades while she focused on her true ambition; Palais Garnier, the Paris Ballet.

All of her ambition and hard work surely paid off as after high school Genevieve was admitted to a space in the New York Ballet company. For years Genevieve worked her way through the company until she finally made her way to the coveted space of a soloist. Her dream was in her sights, Benjamin Millepied was coming to the states to audition Ballerinas. The likelihood of any of the dancers even being considered was a phenomenal chance, but Genevieve was determined to dance her heart out anyway. The day came, and her audition was set in mere hours when the news rolled in; her brother was dead. A heart defect, an anomaly that no one had accounted for. Devastation gripped Genevieve, her brother was the only person in the world who she felt truly understood her. The only person who she knew never judged a moment of her existence, who supported her in every endeavor and suddenly and without warning, he was gone.

Genevieve still went on for her audition, and as she danced through her grief, she ended feeling as if she had ultimately failed and let herself down. There was no way she thought she would be getting that position, and yet through the grapevine, there were whisperings that there were two dancers Benjamin Millepied was considering. She and another soloist who had been her most fierce competition her entire career. It was no secret the girls were enemies, always head to head vying for the position of the next Prima Ballerina at their company. Genevieve felt as if she had no chance against her, not after her performance, not after her brother’s death. Then suddenly her competition was in the hospital, a broken leg. It was a scandal bigger than Tonya Harding. A would-be prima ballerina in her prime was the main suspect of the attack on the young ballerina; Genevieve Bardot.

Genevieve’s career ended violently, the ballet world blacklisted her, and suddenly every ounce of her hard work was ripped from her. Every passion, everything she had left to love was pulled away with the same warning as her brother’s untimely demise. Genevieve was devastated; a villain in the eyes of the media, and there seemed to be no future for the girl. Then in a desperate stumble, she found herself packing up and moving to Paris despite the scandal once Aurélie Dupont became the new director of dance. In the haze of a night on the town, desperate for work, Genevieve found herself swept up by Purgatoire; a sideshow type of dark club. It felt like the most uncertain thing Genevieve had ever done in her entire life since the death of her brother, but the next night she was lacing up her pointe shoes equipped with knives as the most delicate point she would ever dance on. As Genevieve danced precariously, she’d release herself from the blades, and with a flourish of years of practice, Genevieve would dance to unique choreography as she took her anger and grief out on the stage. Twirling endlessly like a dancer stuck inside of a music box unsure of what her next move was or if this was now her forever. A year of sideshow work, not a chance of regaining footing in the ballet, Genevieve made her way home to Wilmington— where her family needed her. Frustrated, lonely, and directionless Genevieve is trying to find her way.

[aparedes]

❝ I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone. ❞

Age: 40

Gender identification: Cis female, she/her

Residential area: Masonboro

Occupation: Book cover artist & voice actor

Two positive traits: Independent & compassionate

Two negative traits: Hedonistic & aloof

Length of time in Wilmington: 25 years

Faceclaim: Nathalie Kelley

sunset gazing from the porch, wine drunk late night texts and calls to ghosts, paint stained fingers, always remembers your name, a wild spark that devours from within, an ipad pro and sketchbook weighing down her bag, a faint accent from a distant life, and eyes that can't hide the pain of unfulfillment

Trigger warnings: death

Born and raised in Lima, Peru, Angelia’s earliest memories are of running around the resort hotel both of her parents worked at. Her mother was a desk clerk and her father was a groundskeeper. They were a small but happy family that loved smiling and the company of each other. It was Angelia’s childhood where she remembers feeling the most love in her life. Even before she could walk her body was in motion trying to dance and wiggle around. So once she’d taken those first steps and elated her parents, Angelia was enrolled in dance class with what little money they could set aside for it. Sometimes each of her parents worked overtime and extra shifts just so that they could afford things for her, and their sacrifices and hard work has never been forgotten. Passionate, competitive, and a bit of a perfectionist, Angelia excelled in dance and began performing with a dance team all over the city. No matter how tough the schedules her parents had they always made it to her recitals and performances. Even more, they always expressed just how proud they were of her..

When Angelia was 15 there was an incident at the hotel resort and her father ended up as collateral damage in trying to intervene and deescalate a terrible situation. The sudden loss was devastating to that small, close-knit family. Angelia and her mother ended up moving not long following her father’s funeral to Wilmington, North Carolina where her mother had obtained a job transfer. There was a lot to work through when it came to immigration, but seeing as Angelia’s aunt and her mother’s sister had made the move some near 10 years earlier she helped the grieving pair through the process. The loss had tormented Angelia’s mother so much that home didn’t feel like home anymore. Without her father her mother couldn’t stay in Lima and be reminded of him everywhere. Plus, she needed to be close to her sister.

For the teenager the move was difficult. Not just because of losing her father but also due to transitioning to an American school system where her strong Peruvian accent proved to be a challenge. Angelia had always been fluent in English, she’d been raised speaking both languages, but Spanish had always been the preferred and most spoken in her household. Too often, out of habit, she would slip into Spanish when speaking. Angelia struggled in school but that led her to discover an unknown talent— she could draw and draw quite well. She began filling up notebooks of sketches and doodles, at first not really thinking anything of it, until she came across an ad placed by a local publishing company. They were looking for a book cover artist. Out of curiosity Angelia applied and interviewed, showing her notebooks full of her abilities. They tested her, gave her a book synopsis and a note from an author and told her to return it in a week with mock covers. Angelia blew the executives away with her creations and she was hired immediately. They loved her interpretations but the job didn’t pay the best and the then 20 year old had to take up work at a local bar as a waitress and then eventually a bartender.

It was tough juggling everything at times, especially since she also liked to travel and see a bit of the world, but Angelia actually really loved her life. She loved being an artist and loved the social aspect of working in a bar. Eventually her talents would be snagged by a bigger publishing house and a much better paycheck would come her way because of it. At that time Angelia came upon yet another job opportunity on a whim. Audiobooks were on the rise and the publishing firm had just begun devotinga department to that medium. After overhearing talk of needing narrators and voice actors she offered herself up despite having zero experience. How hard could it be narrating a book?

It turned out to be very tough and required a lot of patience and skill. But, like everything else, Angelia was determined to become good at it. Now, she’s sought out by authors by name. For two reasons.

[sharriscn]

❝ The people you love become ghosts inside of you, and like this you keep them alive. ❞

Age: 42

Gender identification: Cis male, he/him

Residential area: Masonboro

Occupation: Novelist

Two positive traits: Charismatic & imaginative

Two negative traits: Cynical & aloof

Length of time in Wilmington: A few months

Faceclaim: Michiel Huisman

faded jeans and a leather messenger bag hanging from his shoulder, living on coffee and daydreams, a fondness for snapping photos on his iphone, books scattered everywhere around the house, a phone permanently on vibrate, and a beard that hides the weariness his eyes cannot

Trigger warnings: illness, death, cancer, cancer treatment

Born and raised in New York, Samuel Harrison grew up in an environment that cultivated and promoted creativity— it was all surrounding. Artists of varying mediums seemed to snatch his attention wherever he went. If and when he was asked in his youth what he wanted to be when he grew into adulthood, the answers that sprang forth were photographer, filmmaker, and painter among others. Samuel’s mother was so pleased by his propensity toward the arts that from childhood he’d become her date to new curators at museums and galleries and they would talk into the late hours of the night about what they had experienced. Sometimes doing further research kept Samuel awake long past bedtime and exhausted when the next school day would come around. Eventually his father intervened and laid out some rules on Samuel’s outings with his mother, with him overhearing accusations that his mother was forcing him into her passions rather than giving him room to find his own.

This only made way for Samuel’s father to push him into sports. In junior high school and high school he dabbled in just about every sport— his father was desperate to find something that stuck. They weren’t a wealthy family, the Harrisons, and with university tuition looming in the near future Samuel’s father was looking for what would help and not bankrupt the family. Especially since there were two younger siblings to think about following Samuel. His grades were outstanding yet not a promise for an academic scholarship. A football championship and All-State titles were what brought in the full ride to Yale University. There, Samuel had his goals set on a Masters of Fine Arts in photography, thinking his future would be traveling around the world with a lens in front of him. 

As much as he loved the arts and longed to be involved in that community, Samuel stumbled into writing by way of a couple of journalism and creative writing classes. What compelled him to pursue a degree and future career in writing was his lack of confidence in his abilities. By university age Samuel had felt he knew his way around the world of art, it wasn’t a challenge for him— the football field and crafting a great story was. Eventually he graduated with honors, carrying two Masters and ready to take on the world. A move back to his home state of New York, this time in the city, set him on track for getting work at just about any publication. There was a charm and intelligence about Samuel that schmoozed people, but as hard as he tried, a career in journalism didn’t quite work out.

Only a year free from university Samuel had published his first book. It wasn’t a novel, although he was working hard on the development of his first, but a collection of essays. The subject matter, the style, and craft of language earned Samuel lots of praise. By the time his first novel was released the following year his reputation had given him an easy ride to the best seller’s list with the New York Times. Looking back years later, Samuel would readily admit that the first two novels in his detective series weren’t that great. He’d garnered a following and some fame in the book community along with positive reviews from critics. As things were going well; Samuel was able to afford a good lifestyle and support his family, champion his younger siblings as they embarked on their adult lives, and he found himself in a relationship with an artist that he wanted to fully commit to. 

The relationship and the depth of love he’d fallen into for her had felt much different— better, stronger, more secure— than any relationship he’d had before. They moved in together and Samuel considered that this might be it, that his coupling with her could lead to marriage and children. A family. The steady rise, not one without trials and complications, couldn’t last forever it seemed. The dark material in his novels ate away at him at times, at least when he was pushing at the keys of his laptop. And then one day his father called him and said he needed to come home. Samuel’s mother had fallen ill, into a coma with a doctor’s prognosis of a 45% survival rate. It wasn’t what sent him running without a word from the life he had built up— there was a darkness creeping up on him, the high possibility of losing his mother, and then a phone call that sent a chill down his spine. The words “we need to talk” echoing in his head.

A lover from the past, a relationship that ended nearly a year before Samuel got involved with his then girlfriend, had tracked him down and given him the news that she’d had his child. He was in the city, in the backseat of a taxi when he’d answered the call and on his way to the hospital where his mother was lying hooked up to machines that she couldn’t breathe without. A panicked moment from the heart sent Samuel to the airport instead, putting off a phone call to his girlfriend and to his family. At first the intention was to call when he arrived in California, but then he had gotten swept away with meeting his son and finding out how it was possible. The main question: why now? Why after five years was he only finding out? Time slipped away, then it turned out that his ex and alleged mother of his child was sick. She had treatments to go through and wanted to make sure that her son was looked after and cared for.

Time kept slipping away, and then it had been too much distance and absence. Too much silence. Samuel had lost his mother while he was west taking care of a child and a dying woman, leaving guilt to eat away at him for not being home. For not having been by his mother’s side. For not having said goodbye. While he kept feeling as though he was losing everything around him, Samuel tossed himself into another novel. It put him back on top and returned him to audiences that hadn’t heard anything from him in a couple of years. Some of his stories were being optioned and purchased for film and television. None of it filled the void that had begun opening up inside of him. It was in the will of his ex that he found that he was not actually the father of the boy he’d spent four years fathering while she’d fought through chemo treatments. There was a letter of apology but with her saying she did what she had to do. She wanted to make sure her child was cared for when she knew she’d be gone.

The boy’s family was in North Carolina and they were fighting for Ben’s custody, so Samuel moved them east to Wilmington so Ben could be with his family. He wasn’t fighting what they wanted but when the boy had asked him to stay, wanting him close because he was all the love and care he’d known outside of his mother, Samuel couldn’t say no and unpacked his bags and boxes with the plan to stay as long as Ben needed him there.

[ladylilit]

— I AM NO MOTHER. I AM NO BRIDE. I AM KING. ❞

private interpretation of 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 as adapted from hazbin hotel, inspired by lore & mythology. not affiliated with the creator. as deified by doll, she / her, 18+

temporary rules found @/voxistem.

aesthetic sideblog.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 & 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐒. the monstrous feminine. the vilification of women in religion. death as a figure of subverted motherhood. cosmic horrors. hunger as a driving factor. woman as the voyeur. the omnipresent male gaze. the gothic & the sublime. the red sea / water motif.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇 [ 𝐄𝐕𝐄, 𝐉𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋, 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐇, 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 … ]

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. lilith (lilit, lilis), belonging to the night. 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒. the queen of hell. 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐒. the first wife of adam. mother of monsters, beasts, and demons. queen of night. the nightbird. patron saint of women. 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒. the night, the lunar phases, waters, owls & ravens, snakes, flowers, 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. primordial human, turned succubus demon. 𝐀𝐆𝐄. immortal. she's been around since the dawn of creation, made of the same soil as man. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. ciswoman, she / her. 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. bisexual biromantic, heavy fem-leaning preference. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. estranged wife of lucifer morningstar. divorced from her prior marriage to adam. 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. queen of hell. politician. socialite & noblewoman of lucifer's court. singer & performer.

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃. 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐃.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒. tall and strikingly beautiful, lilith was made of the same soil as man to be a perfect creature, though her banishment to hell perverted that beauty into 'sin', lending her charm an infernal, haunting air - she is an ancient terror, the mother of monsters, and she looks it. massive horns curve outward from her head, long & sharp nails, and sharpened canines. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 8'0 f. 8'5 in heels. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. she is fond of floor-length dresses, tight-fitting. her horns and hair are often ornate with jewellery and gems. her pearls are a gift from lucifer, they're very dear to her. 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌. a great winged beast, reminiscent of a dragon. 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒. siren's voice. shapeshifting. pyrokinesis. occult knowledge & witchcraft. 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌/𝐒. charlize theron.

𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒:

my portrayal of lilith plays with the idea that, as created equal to man, lilith is a narrative foil to adam in that she is cut of the same cloth — she is unapologetically confident, arrogant, and narcissistic. she is also clever & cunning, the snake hidden betwixt roses.

she is not all evil. she is not all good. she fights for the causes she believes in ( the liberation of women, the safety of her citizens, etc. ) but makes no apology for her aloof demeanour. she holds a lot of anger ... at adam, at god, at lucifer, for having failed her when it mattered.

she loved lucifer, and their family, though perhaps not in the way he wanted. she didn't feel satisfied in that role.

my main verse is based on the presumption that, before she was taken to heaven, lilith was plotting a rebellion against heaven, making political moves behind lucifer's back to wage war against the angels and put an end to heaven's tyranny.

[joshlincoln]

❝ If you ride like lightning,         you’re gonna crash like thunder. ❞

Age: 33

Gender identification: Cis male, he/him

Residential area: Bighorn Hills

Occupation: Motocross & Flat track racer + bank robber

Two positive traits: Loyal & adventurous

Two negative traits: Quiet & reticent

Length of time in Providence Peak: 33 years

Faceclaim: Ryan Gosling

a body covered in ink that tells his story, stained and torn hard worn clothing, scars detailing countless adventures, sad eyes that speak of things he cannot put words to, that near constant need for an adrenaline rush, words that have to fight their way out

abuse tw, climbing accident tw & death tw

Born and raised in Providence Peak, Joshua was the adventurous kid growing up that had a charisma to him. It always seemed to draw people in and keep them connected to him despite the fact that he’d never been a big talker and he wasn’t one for a lot of attention. The gift he had was making people feel seen. Josh looked at you when you were talking to him, remembered the things you said, and was always there to be by your side no matter the cost.

It was his rough home life that kept him out all the time or crashing at friend's houses. Going back home was something he dreaded because of all the yelling and fighting between his parents. To him they seemed to hate each other and he could never understand why they stuck together. His father was a drunk that would sometimes throw his fists but the bruising and injuries Josh would gain from those moments were explained away by his rambunctiousness. Just another accident from falling off his bike or trying to pull off another wild stunt he’d easily become known for.

The only way Josh and his father bonded was following him, begging the old man to let him enter into some races. He’d told Josh to ‘fuck off’ so the signatures were forged and once he started winning his father came around in seeing a possible cash cow in his son. It wasn’t just a passion or a rush, it was an escape. The only way to be free of everything was when he was on his bikes. Traveling around didn’t wow him or move him, there was a bit of a soul connection, racing and being on a motorcycle was something he had to do. It didn't hurt that Josh was good at it and won races all over the United States and Canada. Sponsorships came rolling in and in the world of extreme sports he became a name. That name was Linc. As soon as the nickname became a thing he went by nothing else. Only his childhood friends (which consisted of very few) were able to call him Josh.

When he was 16 Josh left his parents and broken home behind and began living on his own. And as his racing career grew to amazing heights so did his need for the extreme. Josh and his best friend became mountaineers, climbing mountains to the summit or scaling mountain faces— it was their thing. Free climbing had become Josh's new test, the new death defying danger that only became a true dance with mortality after the accident that changed everything in his life. During a climb with Adrian, his best friend slipped and Josh did his best to grab Adrian and hold onto him while the other friends in their climbing party tried to climb up and reach the falling man. To this day Josh hasn’t spoken a word of the fall and those last moments. But the loss of his best friend and brother tore him apart.

Everything turned dark with Josh following that day. His despair became self destruction and every wild adventure he took on was really a quest for death to take him too. He dove into shark alley and never got even a bump, he surfed near 100ft waves off the coast of Portugal, he topped Everest without the assistance of oxygen, and he jumped out of planes and... well, his buddy had to pull the parachute cord. 

Grief had turned him upside down. The guy who was known for not talking much became quieter. Josh stopped chasing dreams and achievements and began doing things just to see if he could. Like robbing banks. It was a test and it was risk every time he attempted it. While he never pulled off a heist within his own city the clever man has outwitted the authorities each step of the way.

Life goals? Josh doesn’t really have any. He feels he exists when he shouldn’t, that someone else deserves to be here in his place. But that’s also why he simply lives.