Beyond Edenton

“God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.” - Voltaire ⚜️ Semi-private multi-muse RP sideblog to AnEdenDarkly. Original characters vaguely based on World of Darkness & other supernatural horror lore. Willing to RP with anyone (not everyone). Casual activity as of 2026. If you understand this, then welcome. All content published to this blog is for entertainment purposes only. The only things mine are the characters themselves, my writing of them, & my edits. Mun & Muses +21 Rated M.

[beyondedenton]

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[doortotomorrow]

james cole - the red forest

[aspecialprovidence]

A humbling century of monsters, and he had allowed this one to circle him like the vulture he was. Perhaps it had been boredom - a different kind of monster, a shift in scenery. Sophia had given ample warning, and still he had allowed his company, because something was better than the empty silence in the middle of the night.

Henry had his name on every bullet.

"But not by you. That would be terribly predictable, wouldn't it? Wanting to be another scar I carry?"

@anedendarkly

“Predictable or not. You’re still here.” Henry crossed his legs and sat back in his chair, lit a cigarette.

“One might say that’s predictable, too.”

[jackalsraised]

Alice (2009), Dr. Nick Willing

[garyoldmansource]

That smile 🫠

[yesterdaysprint]

Lexington Leader, Kentucky, July 18, 1917

[devils-queen]

[wolfandwords]

"My someplace else?" Manon repeated, almost breathlessly mumbling the words as she sat and thought. She was half paying attention to the show, glancing between the screen and the kind handsome man just inches away.

She wouldn't live in a hoodie, she knew that much. And she was normally good at hiding her feelings but these traits popping out and giving her away would ruin everything. She had to listen to what he said and learn.

"How long did it take her to get decent control?" The woman asked as she twirled with hood strings around her fingers in a nervous fidget.

[beyondedenton]

"Well, she don't yet. Not all the way. She's still learning herself. Like... human in training," he grinned. He'd heard that somewhere online and it tickled him. That's exactly what a child was. In her case, a little human, a little kitten. "She's got a whole breathin' technique Mama B taught her. She just does something else that ain't got nothin' to do with her ears and tail, like, literally think 'bout anything else. She just ain't got all the triggers, yet. Last time, she got startled by a snake what got in the house. Time 'fore that, the cold from the sprinklers."

Lucien let his head fall back against the couch, arms slumped to his sides, looking like a forgotten ragdoll. He lulled his head towards her and smiled. "You gotta play catchup to my baby girl."

[fyrobjamescollier]

[aspecialprovidence]

"I won't be another thing you attempt to ruin and walk away from."

@anedendarkly

Henry bit back a smile, but there was little humor in it. No. It was the motion of a predator showing its teeth. He looked back at the demon, a biting remark already sitting ready in the chamber.

He fired.

“One might say you’re already thoroughly ruined enough, don’t you think?”

[askprofessorxafterdark]

I know, he was tempted to say. He knew enough, and had reminded himself as much. Simply a man willing to see the end of things, whenever that may be. Greed was not his circle of Hell. He wondered, now and again, which circle claimed him.

"Might as well make a sand angel. Ya can't get any worse." Charles' chin was pinched, pulled gently into a final kiss before his final flight. Take off was decided by running downhill, minimizing kick up from the push of great wings, leaving twin dust devils in his wake. Rather than the ocean, he circled, like a patient, hungry vulture, reacquainting himself with turns, only to dive and rise, changing from left to right. Hardly ten minutes of indulgence, before the demon-hybrid began his descent.

Charles was once more struck by the wonder that was his beloved in flight. His eyes followed his every sweeping turn, even as he struggled to set himself to rights. The soggy, sandy cashmere that clung to his skin simply had to go. The chill could be borne. But without the distraction of Mason's touch, the fabric had become a sensory nightmare.

He peeled the jumper away before locating his discarded trousers and boots. By the time his demon touched down, Charles was mostly dressed, only the shirt draped over his arm. He was a dreadful mess, but dressed.

"Feeling loose?"

[wolfandwords]

She wouldn't mind being held, but given the situation it felt awkward. And being an only child she had only really ever had a select few people to turn to. She wasnt that good at asking for help. Even this had her flustered but she felt she didnt have any shot of fixing it herself.

"The hell do you mean: practice? You gonna keep getting me all riled up or something?" Manon half scoffed. "I don't think bread will solve it in the throes of passion or whatever. And I haven't really met many people cool being with surprise shifters and acting like they're normal."

If she had, they had been supernatural themselves. So far it was mj and him if she didnt count her parents. A very short list and even shorter one for the example mentioned.

[beyondedenton]

"What you think I mean? Fuckin' breathin'! Meditation! The shit we were just doin'! Yeah, it's gonna happen again. This ain't a one and done. You're gonna have to learn how to Zen, or start wearin' different clothes. Maybe always a hoodie."

Lucien stared at the TV for a moment, taking in a few of the undercut jokes the women made between each other. Of course he liked this show. His mother had watched when he was little; the humor reminded him of her. He could almost smell her perfume.

"You ain't wrong to feel what you feel. It's your first time. Just... know it ain't all valid. Lei kneading the dough with her grandmama put her someplace else. Ya know? Ya just gotta find your 'someplace else' right now."

[fyrobjamescollier]

That one time Thomas seemed genuinely happy.

[wolfandwords]

"Yeah but like... you have way more practice and I don't know how you can... think clearly enough in that sort of situation " she mumbled, peeking out at him. "Like... at home alone is one thing but if im with someone and lose my cool...."

She did move to sit on the couch though, curling up around a pillow for some added comfort and support too ground herself. She hadnt pegged him as a golden girls kind of guy, but then again, who didnt love it?

"Has your girl had this happen yet? Like with big feelings or something? Her ears popping out?"

[beyondedenton]

"Yeah, that's why you're gonna practice."

He watched her climb back onto the couch, saying nothing. She seemed the self-soothing type. He wondered why. The things they had in common, he wished they didn't, because those were traits of a child that had no friends until stumbling upon an equally taciturn little boy on the eve of his tweens. Or had they known each other longer?

"It'll work if ya let it. Thinkin' about somethin' else. Yeah, she has. She did it way earlier than me. Like, five? six?" Mama B was there. She had her help make some bread. Wasn't even an hour n'they were gone."

[meiringen]

[the1920sinpictures]

1913 Eli Thomas Randon, his wife Hattie Banks Randon and their son Earl Alexander Randon. From Fashion of Bygone Days Worldwide, FB.

[ahybridcreature]

When he had an idea of where they can get high tea, Nadi instantly brightened. She didn't think he would actually agree or have a place. But she was excited. "Ohh really?" She grinned at him. She loved tea and the cakes and food that went with tea. One of her dreams was to open a tea shop. She was actually working towards it, hopefully she'll feel safe enough to open one. She took his hand and got up. "This is exciting."

[beyondedenton]

Once on her feet, he fished in his pocket for his phone and looked up the exact location and hours. No dress code for the lounge, except the obvious shirt and shoes.

"You good for a walk? Ain't gonna melt?" The glint behind his eyes gave him away; he was beginning to enjoy teasing her. Lightly, of course. They were still in the getting-to-know-you phrase. He wondered for how long.