#sirel

[silent-shanin]

Alisha's friendgroup vs The Sparrowfeathers

[iwasinkbutimfake]

All of them was my sans aus! (Im tired of it so I give up)

Is u guys first meet :D

No. 1:

Diren, he was come from UnderSeaBlue, this au was actually about the mermaid and we (player) was called Zain (not human)

No. 2:

Finn, he come from Wonder! Tale, this au was actually mess up, was an unnormal au and we (player) called Lenny

No. 3:

Sirel, he come from RedDragonTale (idk why), this au was talking about the red dragon, the red dragon was almost gone but not really, just like Sans (Sirel) and we (player) have no name on this au, but they called we (player) was Frone

No. 4:

Piopel, he actually was my one of the fav oc, where he come from? Oh.. yeah... almost forgot to tell u, he was twins with Finn, Finn was the big brother? and Piopel was the smol one, there personality wasn't same

「pss- let me tell u smt, and don't let creator hear it」

「I just want to tell u, Finn was already dead when they are smol」

「He die from the graduate school」

「Oh yeah, let me you tell another thing」

「UnderSeaBlue and Wonder! Tale was connected with each other!」

[feralunar]

arsonist | sheep

Companion pieces I drew to test out some new brushes!

[jaihirvi]

Scented candle for your mood

[rhinocio]

the shitposts for What Song are endless

[bunny-is-cute]

“DON’T TOUCH THAT! IT’S GONNA BLOW”

Fucking hilarious…also poor Husk lol

[creatuesfromthedeep]

27 & 41!! :3

27. how magic is used in everyday life

It really depends, in my lore! Since not everyone uses magic, it's typically reserved by most dragons for purely combat/defensive purposes. However, when a dragon is trained (or talented) with magic, they tend to passively generate more magic; so everyday use would involve casting many small spells, just to ensure they don't have too much magic collecting in their aura.

Those small spells can be things like forming a flower out of nothing (which is Sycamore's go-to) to lighting a campfire, melting snow/ice, cooking food, etc. Anything that requires energy, really.

41. how your clan was founded

This is gonna require so much context so buckle in.

Sector 42 is the territory which my clan/s are based within; it's one of many Sectors throughout the Southern Icefield, which is how (in my lore) the Icewarden sections off areas for his Exalted to oversee.

Within Sector 42 is the Sleetstorm Penitentiary, an old Gaoler prison complex built into the side of a mountain that got abandoned centuries ago. Inddrin felt a strange magical calling, and left her homeclan to travel to the Southern Icefield to take up the mantle of Warden of Sleetstorm. For some time, she lived alone, trying to fix up and repair the old prison, until Sirel and Celozon arrived and they formed a proper clan.

Also within Sector 42 is Wickerfrost, a small trading town down in the valley of the mountain which Sleetstorm is built into. Wickerfrost was founded by Abran many years before Sleetstorm's revival. Abran was originally part of a war party from the Ashfall Waste, but seemingly was fine with settling down and abandoning her past.

As Sleetstorm grew, the two clans butted heads more often than not. However, Sleetstorm began to notice rumblings of something bad going on in Wickerfrost; all of it centering around Abran. Abran, the Mayor at the time, had actually founded Wickerfrost to cultivate a magical fallout zone; she drew in powerful mages to sit upon the Seasonal Council, and killed the ones who grew wise to her true nature. When there was enough latent magic, Abran tricked the Seasonal Council into hatching an egg which contained a remnant of the Shade. The Abomination razed Wickerfrost to the ground, forcing the survivors to flee to Sleetstorm for protection.

Eventually, the Abomination was defeated, though Abran and her followers still lurk in the woods around Sector 42. The survivors of Wickerfrost built a city, called Frosthome, around the entrance to Sleetstorm.

Nowadays Frosthome is considered the overarching governing body for the new, partially-merged clan dynamic. However, Sleetstorm still retains a significant amount of influence over its own operations, and has gained a lot of sway over Frosthome politics. Most dragons are okay with this, though some are unhappy to be ruled through Gaoler politics.

[suddenlysirell]

Hello tumblr I have returned

[oceannyyy]

🐱 𝟚𝟘𝟘𝟘 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕚𝕟 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 🎀

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drawing this to celebrate my 2000 days in Cradle

i still have same feeling for my boi Loki 💕💕🥹

[Loki with my OC Sirell 🎀]

[silent-shanin]

Girls night (aka bby egg Alisha getting pampered by her friends)

[supercap2319]

Freya and Elijah are in the study as Elijah has just told her that he daggered Rebekah. Completely a part of the prophecy that would bring an end to the originals. She took a sip of her drink as Klaus entered the room with two other people in tow.

"Freya, this is Stefan Salvatore, and Y/N Gilbert, old friends of mine. Two of my trickle-down sirelings. Long story." Elijah hilariously rolls his eyes at the sight of Stefan, and Y/N as Freya gives Klaus a hard look. Klaus turned towards them. "Stefan, Y/N, this is Freya, my brand-new older sister. Also a long story." He pats Stefan on the back as Y/N smiles weakly. "Elijah, good to see you again."

"You as well." Elijah answered.

"They need a favor." Freya comes up to them and eyes them suspiciously as she sizes them up. Determining if they're friends or foes. "You're old "friends," are you?"

"Well, that would be stretching the definition of friendship just a little bit." Stefan said.

"I mean, I kissed Elijah once–well technically he kissed me. And I slept with Klaus once and so did Stefan in the 1920s. So, I guess you could say we're old friends with benefits?" Y/N jokes.

Freya is not amused as Stefan blushes slightly as Klaus and Elijah smile in amusement.

[artofhazbinhotel]

Requested by @korrasamiswan ! The non canon animations belong to Sirell on YouTube, check them out

[thekatebridgerton]

Today on another episode of aus I'm too sleep deprived to write here's some Bridgerton Vampire au

Kanthony: Anthony as the literal king of vampires masquerading as a Viscount with his family and Kate as the Vampire hunter who trained for ages to take him down. They have come to blows over the years and while Kate has managed to send him into hiding a time or two, she’s never actually landed the killing blow even when she once had the opportunity, which made Anthony realize that as much as Kate wants to kill him, she doesn’t have it in her. Not that Anthony is any different, at first when he was younger, yes he very much wanted to kill the newbie Vampire hunter that was houding his steps everywhere, but as he rose in the ranks and Kate herself became the leader of London’s most feared Vampire hunting organization, they grew to respect each other. To the point of almost working together to target Vampires that go rogue. But Anthony’s tenous truce with Kate is broken, when he finds out that Kate has done the unthinkable: She’s decided to retire and get married to her long time partner, Thomas Dorset. That’s what sets Anthony off on a rampage London has never heard of.

Polin: Colin has known little Penelope all her life, they've been friends since she was small and Altough he always knew she had a small crush on him, because he's a vampire and she a human he never expected it to go very far. That is at least until his sister Eloise, makes a mistake that almost kills Penelope and begs Colin to save her friend. And so Colin, very much against his will turns Penelope into a vampire. He thought Penelope would have a hard time adjusting but on the contrary, his little sireling takes to vampirism very well. Too well. Turns out being a vampire is perfect for the woman behind Lady Whistledown. Penelope finally feels free in ways she never thought before, being herself without restraint, she feels strong and powerful and violent Not just for blood but also for Colin. Sometimes she swears she can feel his hunger from across the room. And from the moment she woke up she's never seen Colin so possessive of her. But the more Colin gets to know who Penelope really is behind the mask of civility, the more he's drawn to her. He wants to protect her, feed her, devour her. Could this be a side effect of being her maker or something of a darker nature? And will Penelope understand exactly what it means to be sired to Colin Bridgerton

Benophie: Benedict Bridgerton has never forgotten the lady in silver who saved him from a rogue vampire hunter during a masquerade ball years ago. And Years later in an effort to pay it forward he saves a kind young woman from assault by killing her attackers. Only to be faced with the most delicious smelling blood he's ever scented on a human.

Sophie Beckett always knew her half gypsy blood was a magnet for trouble, but when the Vampire who saved her life offers protection in exchange for keeping his secret, she has no choice but to accept. On the condition that she won't give Benedict her blood in payment, no matter how much he pleads for it. Sophie watched her mother become a vampire's blood mistress as a child and she swore she'd rather endure Araminta's abuse than become a plaything for Vampires too. And while Benedict accepts her decision, it doesn't mean he's not constantly temping her to give in. She won't let him use her! No matter how much she's growing to love him.

Benedict has self control, he's only second to Anthony in age and he's never gone on a rampage before. But Sophie's scent is a trial to his goodwill. Every day it gets harder and harder to stay away from her sunny presence. Because she's kind and good and even without her blood her smile could feed him for days. How can he let Sophie have a normal human life when all he wants is to drink her blood and make her his. Just as much as he wants to make her happy. For Benedict, Sophie is the sun and he's the vampire who is fated for a world of shadows, unless she's with him

Philoise: Phillip Crane is an old vampire, too old really. Who swore to protect his family from beyond the grave as long as they kept his secret. So when Lady Marina died seven years after giving birth, leaving the family's very old and reclusive vampire in charge of the last two heirs of the Crane bloodline Phillip knew he needed help. Which is why he wrote to Colin and begged him to send someone with good self control. Sadly Colin was more interested in getting rid of his sister than in helping Phillip because the next thing he knew, the prettiest vampire princess he'd ever seen was knocking at his door and eating his kid's nursemaid. Eloise Bridgerton was a sight to behold in her self righteous glory, not only was she confident and vibrant and alive, but she also made him want to stop being a recluse and become part of a family again. Eloise Bridgerton could tell Phillip was deathly afraid of accidentally hurting the little human children who believe him their father. And truthfully she'd never met a vampire as big and intimidating as he was but, for all his age, Phillip seemed remarkably shy around her, which only made her want to tease him more. Colin had merely asked her to bring Phillip to London so he could be with their kind while he raised the children, but Eloise found that she didn't want to share him with the world. He was too trusting and too soft, she needed to protect him from danger.. maybe this is what Benedict meant when he talked about falling inlove. Eloise was halfway there already

An: like it?

[vacantgodling]

they don't have formal names but i've got the worldbuilding down for how magic users work in the magic sex school land so @ink-flavored @henrike-does-writing-sometimes and YOU buckle tf up:

tl;dr: there are 3 kinds of magic users in this world ->

STUDIOUS USERS

magic in this universe, is simply considered the 4th state of matter—with a few caveats. it is possible to contain it within you and to wield it as a tool, and even in some rare cases, to become a conduit of magic itself as it consumes you as a blackhole consumes stars (aka: patrons, but we’ll get to them later). by studying magic you gain access to using it, honing it, and creating a viable career path through it. most all professions require some kind of proficiency in a certain kind of magic, so magic study in this society is widespread and encouraged. exploring it on a college, masters, or phd level is optional, similar to how we pursue higher education in our own world. 

most people are proficient in magic to some extent as it is taught alongside the abcs and 123s growing up. 90% of the population are studious magic users to some capacity; while 8% are ancestral users, and 2% are patron users.

CHARACTERS WHO ARE STUDIOUS MAGIC USERS: paxian windmere, brielle berlioz, cyril vossen, winnifred “freddie” castellani, jericho churchmorn, ezekiel marlowe, thomdik “thom” aspinall (and more probably)

ANCESTRAL USERS

the level between patronage and study is ancestral magic, which solely means that because magic itself can have a genetic predisposition, that if you study magic or become a vassel of a patron, that if you have children your magic potential is passed onto your children, compounding with each generation.

there are three subcategories of ancestral magic related to how many generations that magic has been passed down in your family. 

1-20 generations: users tend to have a 5% increase of magic potential compared to studious users

21-49 generations: users tend to have a 50% increase of magic potential compared to studious users

50+ generations: users tend to have a 100% increase of magic potential compared to studious users and are likely to become patrons should they so choose. these are very rare and only 5 families have reached this status, one of those being the prestigious farraguts.

this however, does not shirk the need for study, as the more powerful your magic, without a solid foundation it becomes more difficult to control. ancestral families tend to try and keep magic within their families and tend to intermarry within their generational brackets, leading to certain cases of inbreeding and birth defects in earlier time periods. while these practices are not adhered to as closely as they used to be, many ancestral families with 6 or more generations tend to be more picky about their children marrying into other families with at least some level of ancestral magic.

there is some dissent among magic scholars if patron magic users count as “ancestral” magic users and the answer is “its complicated.” because ancestral users of 50+ generations have the ability to become patrons more easily than other kinds of magic users, that if that patron (in retaining some aspect of their humanity in the beginning of their deification) chooses to sponsor their original family, that the flow of magic will continue within. these blended families are EXTREMELY rare, and there has not been a case of one since the longest living ancestral magic family was finally wiped out a hundred or so odd years ago due to infighting.

CHARACTERS WHO HAVE ANCESTRAL MAGIC: bruno “rune” griffith (5 generations), elspeth “elsie” farragut (52 generations), sirelle pendleton (1 generation), kendra “ken” montpelier (3 generations)

PATRON USERS (aka vassels)

the most pure and potent form of magic, and the highest level that any magic user could hope to achieve, though with its own drawbacks. 

if you were to become a patron, this means that the magic itself has consumed your mortal and corpreal form and you have become one with it. this does lead to (depending on the type of magic) a “deification” process where you lose some aspects of being human and experience a sort of amnesia regarding it the longer and older you become as a patron. 

patrons however, do not tend to be worshipped as deities regardless because to many they are just viewed as magic in itself. many patrons have lost their names and all identifying forms of existence outside of their magic, and tend to be regarded as something like natural phenomena (again, depending on what form their magic has taken). the exception to this is familial patronage bonds. 

mind you: not every family worships their patron if they happen to have one, but because patrons have the ability to grant magic power to those they favor, its not uncommon for patrons to either have been long lost ancestors to the family in question or to become like household deities to the families that they are tied to.

those whose magic is influenced by patrons are much different than those who just have ancestral or study magic; mainly due to its potency. patron sponsored magic tends to be more powerful than ancestral or studious magic; however as it is primal in nature, it is more difficult to control. rigorous study is necessary to harness the ability to wield patron magic effectively. 

this magic also tends to be more “simplistic” by nature and corresponds mostly to things within the natural world such as storms, fire, water, earth, wind, animal, necromancy, and so on.

CHARACTERS WHO ARE PATRON MAGIC USERS/VASSELS: mallory wrymwood

[oliversrarebooks]

what DOES the maestro expect from his sirelings exactly? does he expect them to torture their thralls for amusement purposes?

His stated intent is that he wants his sirelings to be like him - cold, powerful, ruthlessly exerting their will over their thralls and pursuing some unattainable artistic perfection. That's what he would say.

But his actions aren't fully consistent with this.

That's because the truth that he won't admit even to himself is that he is utterly miserable and that often the only thing that makes him feel something is to spread more misery. That's why he pops in and out of his sirelings' lives as he pleases. Heaven forbid he actually admits he's lonely and depressed. Why do that when you can instead pretend that your real problem is that your sirelings aren't good enough?

[averseunhinged]

it's wip wednesday! hooray. my actual ongoing wip are all kind of at a point of almost doneness where i should stop sharing snippets from them, so here is a thing from the archives. no idea when i might finish this, because of all the other things.

technically, it's a soulmates au, but doesn't really get into all that until like ten pages later.

The young woman who opened the door was none of the three he expected.

"Hi," she said hesitantly, elongating the word. "Can I help you?"

"The answer to your question is entirely dependent on whether you're planning on using that," Elijah pointedly looked down at the crossbow held nonchalantly in her hand.

"Oh!" she yelped and easily swung the heavy weapon up behind her back. "That's nothing. It's...a prop! Made of Styrofoam. My friend's a drama major. No big deal."

He heard a sigh from further inside the room and the approach of bare feet in sandals. A slim, pale hand appeared from behind the door and opened it wider.

"Well, you tried," Caroline Forbes said with an exhausted tilt to her inflection. "Points for thinking fast and coming up with a solid, truth-based lie. Would've been better to avoid flashing medieval weaponry around in the hallway in the first place, but you did stick the landing." She focused her attention back on him. "I thought that sounded like a Mikaelson. Hello, Elijah."

"Miss Forbes."

"Well, at least you know each other. I'm Ivy," the other girl cheerfully introduced herself and held out her hand for him to shake.

"Did you not learn your lesson the last time?" Caroline pushed Ivy's hand down and scooted the other girl back into the room. "Don't try to make friends with supposed friends of friends who turn up out of nowhere!"

"I'm already dead, what else could happen?"

"You could always be more dead, or about a trillion other awful things. Do you want to get shot in the head? I've been shot in the head. It sucks. There. The benefit of my experience. No need to do your own research."

"I give you my word no harm will come to your," Elijah paused and then questioned, "sireling?"

"Adopted. Her sire's an idiot, but he's an idiot I inherited, and unfortunately, I'm attached to him now." She sighed and looked over her shoulder. At what, he wasn't sure. "Okay, I'm kind of on a time crunch, so you should come in. No," she commanded, pointing one stern finger at him, "shenanigans. I will be super upset if you do any heart-ripping."

Elijah solemnly traced an X on his chest and said, with gravity, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Oh great. More hilarious jokes." Caroline stepped back and waved him in. "You all have the worst sense of humor. Like it's seriously terrible."

Whitmore was one of the oldest universities in the American South, and a wealthy one at that. Judging by its size and appointments, Caroline's dormitory room looked as though it had originally been a common room. There was typical evidence of young women--cosmetics and jewelry, warring perfumes, several brassieres hanging over the back of a chair--but there were also stacks of old, rough-bound books and an open train case smelling strongly of a witch's tools of the trade. Spread across one of the single beds and the surrounding floor area was an incongruous array of weapons.

The other girl, Ivy, was on the floor, peering at a rectangular, carved box. "Stilettos of Suffering?" she read from the small, engraved plate on it, confused.

"Not shoes, obviously, and not cute. They're like icepick knives with a curse attached, so don't open it. Witches," Caroline shook her head and sketched out an exasperated gesture. "They say we're nasty pieces of work, but I've never wanted to liquify someone's internal organs with a single poke."

With all his family had gone through over the past year, Elijah had to agree. "Vampires do tend to be a bit more direct."

"So," Caroline said cheerfully, taking the stilettos away from Ivy and placing them back in an old footlocker with respectful precision, "I don't know what you need, but Elena had a psychotic break on witch LSD and made the incredibly constructive decision to have her memory erased and Bonnie's dead. Sort of. Maybe." She toed off her sandals next to one of the clear beds and shook a pair of black trousers out of their precise, folded square. "It's complicated. Damon's unavailable, plus he sucks, and Stefan just won the award for biggest jerk ever, and he didn’t even have his humanity off this time. Oh, and there's this stupid Traveler barrier around Mystic Falls. You stop being a vampire and then die the way you died if you cross it. So, probably don't do that. Or do, if you want to. I don't know what's in your life right now. That's between you and Jesus." She squinted at him and tilted her head. "Or maybe Thor, I guess? Because Vikings."

Elijah hummed. "I'm not in correspondence with either one, and my to do list has far too many items left undone, at present, for a suicide attempt."

"You and me both, buddy."

"And as fascinatingly convoluted as that sounds," he began, placidly watching as she tugged on snug jeans under her pretty, pink sundress, bouncing a little bit from their tight fit, "I've already located my quarry."

She froze at his congenial tone, slowly removing her hands from underneath her dress, where she had finished fastening her jeans, and looked at him in quick-dawning denial.

"Oh no," Caroline insisted, shaking her head, her thick ponytail and the late summer humidity ringlets framing her face bouncing from the force of it. "No, no, no. I have my own idiot to rescue from his poor decision-making skills. I don't have time to get sucked back into your idiot's bad choices."

"From what I understand, Miss Forbes, my idiot just so happens to be your idiot as well, and perhaps even more in need of rescue."