#sotee ambrose

[simonrriley]

here’s some sunsets on the evil eye picrews, since i can’t find the originals!

@love-pyramus @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit @awstenknyght @babymushroomboy @trans-witch-cauldron @ryanseamans @tommyinnitt @panicky-pancakes

Eric

Parasite! Eric/Cain

Absinthe

Blair

Ambrose

Noah

Seth

[simonrriley]

GREATEST HITS.

note: i got bored after the test, so i wrote this idea that’s been on my mind for a while, it’s short because i want it to be cryptic, also, listen to the song greatest hits while reading because you’ll SEE why i put it in warnings: demons, repetition, blood tags: @and-shes-calling-a-cab, @love-pyramus, @tommyinnitt, @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit, @panicky-pancakes, @babymushroomboy, @trans-witch-cauldron, @the-phoenix-or-the-flame

Last night I had the strangest dream of all

Smoke slipped from Eric’s parted lips as his arms dangled off the balcony, the tail of his suit flapping gently in the breeze. He looked over the illuminated city, storm clouds brewing over it, obscuring the light from the shore.

They only seemed to grow closer and he sighed, taking another drag on his cigarette. He had time. He adjusted his necklace, the key hitting his chest as he let go. His dark eyes turned, gazing at his watch. 3:33 AM. ‘Devil’s hour,’ he thought, a smirk tugging at his lips. ‘Seems fitting.’ A siren blared over the city.

Last night I had the strangest dream of all Somewhere, three decades ago, a young woman sat alone in an office. Back against the wall as she stared, terrified, at the person in front of them. Her hands cradled her side, black blood seeping between her fingers and staining the floor. “Why?” she rasped, tears slipping down her cheeks as black spots swirled her vision. “Because, my dear Absinthe,” That wasn’t her name. Not yet anyway. A hand cupped her face gently. “You have a new assignment.”

Last night I had the strangest dream of all “You’re doing great, Angellica, I promise, almost there,” a voice cooed. “Just get the damn thing out of me!” “She’s your daughter, not a thing.” “Not to me.” A baby began screaming.

Last night I had the strangest dream of all

Eric stared up at the forest, sparks and ash flickering down around him. “Erica!’ a harsh voice called from miles away. How could he go home? To them? He jolted, fear coursing through him. And then flames roared, branches and wood creaking and hissing as dark fire shot through them. Smoke rose high above the forest. Last night I had the strangest dream of all “Where’s Jason?” His father called, his angry voice would normally cause panic to flood through Eric. However, as he stood in the backyard, trying to subtly pack down dirt with his feet, he wasn’t scared. Not at all. “I’m not sure. I thought he went to the skate park.” They’d never find the bloody knife in the woods.

(Nothing will ever be the same) A shadowy figure surged forward, pulling itself off of the wall, moving the other shadows with it until it formed a body. An inky black figure, with white eyes and a vague shape of a mouth. It was like it was made of the dark. The deepest shade of it. “Who are you?” “My name is Absinthe.”

Last night I had the strangest dream of all “You ready for this?” Absinthe asked, grinning at Eric, who nervously stared at the swirling black portal in front of them. “As I’ll ever be,” he answered, shrugging. Absinthe took his hand in hers and jumped forward, sucking him down into the portal with him. Eric kept his eyes shut tight, while he felt the world shifting around him. Nothing would ever be the same.

(The world is yours if you want it) “Come on, that's all you got?” Absinthe called, surging forward and pressing Eric against the stone, sword at his neck. “Well you,” he said, kicking out and pushing her off him. “Won’t let me use my powers.” “Parasite,” Absinthe corrected, staggering back, adjusting her grip on the sword. “Same thing.” “Not quite.” “Both enhance my fighting ability.” “Just - come at me again. If you want to be able to take Ambrose, you gotta do better than that.”

Last night I had the strangest dream of all Eric peered down at the water, looking for the signature ripples he’d come to love. From deep below, a light blue glow appeared and grew closer, fading as it got closer to the surface. A dark haired head poked above the surface and bright yellow eyes blinked up at him. Eric grinned widely, offering a hand to Milo and pulling him up onto the rock. “Hey fish-face.”

(Take this time you have) A storm rumbled overhead, lightning flashing in the distance. Thunder roared and shook the ground, stones falling out from the castle walls. Eric didn’t care. He still stalked forward, backing Ambrose up to the very edge, his heels teetering off the edge. Rain soaked the two, Eric’s suit clinging to his chest, the white shirt becoming see-through, showing off the far too many scars etched into the ash gray skin. Yellow eyes glared at Ambrose, who for once, looked panicked with a sword pointed directly at his throat. “You remember yet?” Last night I had the strangest dream of all The world was dark red, fire roaring all around the two. The throne looked giant compared to Eric, and it was. Intricately decorated and surrounded by the finest things. He didn’t kneel however when the red eyed man in front of him glared down at him. He’d never kneel. He wasn’t born to kneel. And somewhere, two decades ago, a castle roared up in flames. Everything burned except a cradle, where an infant cried, and rocked. The baby’s eyes opened, a bright yellow, contrasting against the dark room, the dark world. It was 3:33 AM. It was only fitting. The devil’s hour.

“A nephilim has come into being.” These, are your greatest hits.

[simonrriley]

sunsets on the evil eye

trigger warnings: death, murder, demons tags: @luv-ya-hun, @and-shes-calling-a-cab, @piper-koko-barnes-rogers, @crutchie-mcrris

PROLOGUE 

The Covaults used to rule alongside the Calverleys easily.

No conflicts. Just peaceful dinners in the extravagant dining hall. William usually chatted quietly with Adrian about how things were running on his side. Their wives spoke alone in the other room, Nadia frequently asking how the baby was doing. Their only son, Ambrose, spent most dinners trying to flirt with the Calverley's daughter. She was never interested though. She wasn't interested in anything, especially royal bullshit.

Keyword to all this: used to.

In the weeks following the rumors of the scandalous affair, things were falling apart. During those weeks, the Covault's son had discovered a way to get back at them. A way to fix things. Permanently. There would be no more rumors. No more tarnished reputations. No more Calverleys.

All he needed to do was a shot a day. Then he'd be ready. Soon.

APRIL TWENTY-SIX, 1996 2:30 AM

A woman wailed.

"Please! Ambrose! We-we'll address the rumors of your family! Jus- just, don't do this!" "It's too late."

A sound similar to a lighter flicking on and off began and then stopped as flames engulfed the ground and everything around it. Everything but a crib where a baby, maybe a few days old, screamed and cried.

A young boy looked down at the infant with a devilish smirk as thoughts of sin flooded him. There was so many things he could do and nobody would say a word. The baby couldn't say anything. Their family was gone. He made sure of it. Slit the father's throat and doused the mother in holy water. He was sure the sister wouldn't last too much longer. Nobody could with a sword piercing through their abdomen.

As he stared down at the baby, blood dripped down from a deep scratch that the sister had caused. She was quite a fighter, he'd give her that. He was too lost in his thoughts to notice a drop of blood making its way into the mouth of the Azazel's child. What he did notice, was the horrifying screech and the flash of yellow in the offspring's eyes.

"Oh you have no idea what's ahead of you now, don't you?"

[simonrriley]

sotee as vines:

abraxas: hey uh eric could you read number 23 for the class? eric: no i cannot eric: what up, im eric, im 25 and i never fucken learned how to read - eric’s dad: every time you yell at your kids put a quarter in your no yelling sock and soon you’ll have a weapon to bea- - eric: road work ahead? uh yeah, i sure hope it does - seth: so no head? seth: *throws his phone on the ground and jumps on his skateboard* - blair: and they were roommates! ambrose: oh my god they were roommates - absinthe: eric look, it’s the good kush eric: this is the dollar store how good can it be? - eric: hey dad, say who want lasagna?  abraxas, carrying a tray: who want lasa- *falls over* - eric: i saw you hanging out with ambrose yesterday absinthe: eric! it’s not what you think! eric, holding up a gun: i wont hesitate bitch - seth: hey bro what do you wanna eat? it: the souls of the innocent eric: a bagel it: no! eric: two bagels - cas: welcome to bible study! we’re all children of jesus eric, getting high out of his mind: kumbaya my lord - eric: don’t tell your mother milo: kiss one another eric: die for each other

[simonrriley]

“Why are you doing this?!” Absinthe screamed at the scene in front of them. “Well, my dear, demons were never supposed to have wings. Including this one here.”

[simonrriley]

Smoke rose in the distance. That wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the smell that followed. Even though it was maybe a few miles away, Eric could almost taste the sulfur. ”Do you smell that?” ”Of course I do, shithead,” Absinthe replied, crossing her arms which had returned to their normal look of being pitch black and moving as if they were made of flowing ink. ”Are you not understanding what I’m saying? That smell only comes from one person and that is--” A voice cut in.

“The base is on fucking FIRE!” The two looked at the source of the voice, Seth who seemed out of breath and stunk of the same smoke and sulfur they were heading towards. ”Ambrose.” I wanna watch the world burn. 

[simonrriley]

the corrupted.

the moon.

killer king.

the guide.

the sun

absinthe

the evil.

the eye.

[simonrriley]

made SOTEE characters with this picrew! tags: @and-shes-calling-a-cab​, @piper-koko-barnes-rogers​, @heyy--adora​, @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit​ (maybe? idk if you’re interested in this)

eric!

demon eric form!

absinthe!

ambrose!

blair!

[simonrriley]

it’s fun watching y’all like ambrose’s moodboard but y’all just really don’t know-

[simonrriley]

ERIC TAKEOVER.

“And I was born to be, anything, I wanted to be.” I’m doing an Eric from Sunsets On The Evil Eye (SOTEE) takeover, since it’s his birthday! Ask him anything and anything involving this will be tagged as “eric takeover”!  For background info to anyone who doesn’t know or remember, Eric’s the main character of my original story and is a demon. He doesn’t know much about his past, or before he was adopted; all he knows is that people are after him and he wants Ambrose dead.

So ask him about literally anything!

People who might be interested: @trans-witch-cauldron, @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit, @love-pyramus, @tommyinnitt, @awstenknyght, @babymushroomboy, @anthonysonetti

“Raised to be, fucking mean. I’m a masterpiece.”

[simonrriley]

SOTEE

I made every character from SOTEE using this creator! This features them n lyrics that inspired them. (Send me asks about my kids PLEASE) tags: @luv-ya-hun​, @and-shes-calling-a-cab​, @piper-koko-barnes-rogers​, @lxwkey-as-hell​, @am-i-the-boy-you-dreamed-of​, @trans-witch-cauldron​ Eric (normal vs parasite): 

“Heroes always get remembered, but you know legends never die.” Trans guy. Homoromantic, demisexual trans guy he/him. Absinthe:

“Bring to me your sons and daughters, cause Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.” Non-binary lesbian. They/them, xe/xem, it/its.  Ambrose:

“I’ve always liked to play with fire.” Genderfluid bitch, aro/ace. They/them, he/him, she/her, ember/emberself, tbh give ember any pronoun and she’ll use it. Blair: 

“And she, means everything to me.” Bisexual trans girl. She/her, they/them, monarch/monarchself. Seth:

“Hell or glory, I don’t want anything in between.” Pansexual demiromantic. He/him, it/itself, bastard/bastardself, sin/sinself, wrath/wrathself. Devotee: 

Anarchy’s omnisexual but don’t simp for sin. Just don’t. Anarchy/anarchyself, sin/sinself, [REDACTED]/[REDACTED]SELF, they/them. Cain (fun fact, I made his design up on the spot cause I had NO IDEAS, but as of rn here’s his design, it might change doe):

Anyway, you can simp if you want. He’s bi. He/him, murder/murderself, wrath/wrathself.  “You’re an upstanding model of a modern day Cain with impeccable style.”

[simonrriley]

DOOM (EMPTY)

I’m doing an Eric takeover. Fuck you.

Send. Him. Asks.

For background: Eric is an original character from my series Sunsets on the Evil Eye or SOTEE.

He’s a demon and he’s usually pretty pissed.

His FC is Awsten Knight or Remington Leith I haven’t decided.

Some people you can ask about for a good response are: Milo, Charlie, Ambrose, Devotee, Absinthe and The Parasite.

People who might be interested: @piper-koko-barnes-rogers, @trans-witch-cauldron, @panickingpansexualpeanut, @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit, @lxwkey-as-hell, @buttons-and-gulons

Everything will be tagged as character takeover if you wanna block it.

[simonrriley]

Can you go into more detail about Blair from sotee? 👉👈

BET OKAY

So she’s Ambrose’s sister and she hates him. Yay. She’s fucking BADASS. Lemme go find her faceclaim.

This is her. Outfit and all. Stole her from Arrow lmaoo-

She runs her own kingdom, no king, just her and Absinthe. It’s full of demons and other creatures.

She is INCREDIBLY skilled with swords. Her mother taught her. We stan her mom. Fuck her dad tho.

She is a pure blood demon, no parasite or crossroads deal. She comes from a long line that starts with some of the first ever demons.

She appears nice but that is obviously just a persona. She is an absolutely ruthless ruler and demon except for when it comes to Absinthe. She’s soft for her wife. We love it. We love her. I love her.

[simonrriley]

instead of doing something productive here is newsies as sotee characters!! spot is eric katherine is absinthe sarah is blair race is milo davey is cas jack is abraxas albert is ollie crutchie is lucius oscar is charlie. pulitzer is ambrose i guess???