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dmndmyth:

just because she’d been alive for the past five thousand years did not mean that lancelot had been there for every single scientific breakthrough in those years. there was a lot of world and there was a lot of breakthroughs. one of lance’s personal regrets however was that she had not been around while ashmole was working on his manuscripts. while the bodleian had most of them, there were a few alchemical scripts which had never been recovered. much to lance’s frustration.

so, you could only imagine her excitement when she heard about the bookshop and the absolute wonders within it. if they were going to be anywhere, surely they’d be there right? so, now with the hope that they might be able to do some work of some kind, they headed into the shop. rugged up in a blue coat with a rainbow beanie on her head, she looked nothing like how she had been depicted in history but to be quite honest, she was a bit glad about that. “i am actually! looking for something specific that is. i was wondering if you happen to have any of ashmole’s missing alchemical scripts? they aren’t anywhere and i heard about this place and thought maybe?”

–

ashmole’s missing alchemical scripts. if he didn’t know any better, it would be an odd request. but he’s seen her. on battlefields, wielding a sword. almost a thousand years ago amongst the many mortals that were dropping like flies. she looks nothing like what history projects, allowing her to slip on by. corners of his lips begin to curl into a smile as her excitement grows. he’s positive he has what she’s looking for, only it’ll take a a few moments to locate downstairs.

“ you seem to always find me with ease. come, follow me, ” he says as he takes a set of keys and walks toward the back and down a spiral of stairs. the two lush dark blue couches that face each other are piled with books and with a wave of his hand they all start to put themselves back into place. “ apologies for the mess, ” though it looks more like organized chaos than entirely chaotic. “ we’ve moved. again. ”

most of the oldest tomes and scrolls he kept were in a specific section. all the way in the corner, farther from everything else. it smelled of old pages and a lingering of ink. as he approaches a shelf of thick old looking tomes, he holds his hand over one of them and it slips on out and into his hand. “ this one was not for mortal eyes, ” thanatos explains as he hands it to her. “ much like many that are talked about but claim to have not been found.” he folds his hands in front of him and nods to the tome. “ as such, i still need to warn you. should you choose to take these scripts from this shop, they will continue to age and will turn to dust as organic things are meant to in time. i cannot protect it outside of this shop. ”

#— 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 📝 ( thread.thanatos )#lancelot.#i loVE HER

chaoswithinthestars:

“Ah, but the creation I’m gifting you doing such things. A story suddenly carrying a new secret tale with simple action,” a lingering grin comes across playful. Thoughts provoked the best of memories often forgotten by Khaos, and the reminder swirls in a special kind of energy within their chest. They glance regardless at the spines, titles hinting to new adventures or pages filled with opinions on subjects time allowed to cultivate.

“It can be quite alluring to add to the shelves little unexpected moments,” spoke woefully, tired sounding. “I see,” they responded to the time factor of the place. Khaos wasn’t one to understand; nothing was permanent in their existence, emptiness barely felt the passage of time.

“I have been here. I can only entertain myself with the shapeshifters for so long. I’m curious, aren’t you? Will you stay afterward? But if it grows boring– hmm,” Khaos chuckles. “We’ll see.”

–

he can see the glint in their eyes. they are thinking. and thinking is a dangerous thing for khaos. still, it’s amusing to death, corners of his lips curling up into a knowing smile. “ if you are looking to stir trouble, you might want to wait until the harvest starts. be more fun then, don’t you think ? ” he was all for supporting them, if only to keep them from messing up his bookshop ( the one thing he took most pride in ).

“ i am curious. i hear saint lucian will be stepping down. who do you think will be next ? ” as if having a sovereign mattered to him or khaos. the laws of the high council did not pertain to them – but it was always fun to watch.

#— 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 📝 ( thread.thanatos )#khaos.

goreamour:

( ♡ ) — life is a very new thing to serena. somehow after all the years she watched over earth she grew to love it deeply. she had managed to get time away from the cafe & slowly found her way through town. charmire was beautiful and magical on it’s own ( she could ignore her bias for blightbird for now )

gently pushing past the door she is enchanted by the view. her eyes gently move towards the figure casted by darkness. “oh hello,” she begins softly as her hands hold an dusty book tight against her chest. “actually… that would be very helpful.”

with caution she gently moves forward towards the figure before placing the dusty oversized book on the counter. it reads “volume of stars iii” in faded letters scratched upon the surface. “i was wondering if you might have the fourth edition ? i’m trying to figure out my ancestors whereabouts… ”

in a moment of realizing words were vastly escaping her she pauses before clearing her throat. “ it would just help me. ”

–

the moment she’d stepped in the shop they could feel it. see it. the life that was wisping away from her, as if it were a flare of the sun lashing out into the void of space. only softer. like the morning mist that rises from a frozen lake. it’s a gentle ripple in the air that turns toward him as if he was a magnet. the closer she steps, the more he unintentionally siphons her life.

and while yes, every mortal dies. none have as strong a life force as the being that stands before them, though. she cannot be immortal, he thinks to himself as he politely nods, acknowledging her presence. but when she places the large book onto the counter, he looks at the title. looks up. listens to her words. and it all clicks together.

her ancestors. she was a star herself. a godyr. she should not be here.

still, he smiles. “ of course, ” he says as he takes a step back, irrationally afraid that if she gets too close it will speed up the process. ( it won’t. those doomed to him each have their time. while he cannot prevent it entirely, he can slow it down. ) “ come. ”

he leads her down to the unusually large basement, where he keeps ancient texts and histories of species. two lush sofas sit in the very middle facing each other with a coffee table in the middle. one corner is a nook one can relax in, another is a desk piled with books. for as old as most of the books and tomes and scrolls are, they seem to be near pristine condition. and he knows exactly where everything is, too.

“ volume of stars ... ” thanatos murmurs, fingers ghosting over the spines. as he feels it, he merely hovers his hand over it and it slides right into his hand, looking a lot better than the volume three that she held in her arms. “ here you go. ” he waves a few fingers and the pile that was on the desk all begin to float back into their rightful spots. gently does he place the new volume onto the table before looking around the basement. “ apologies for the mess. things get jumbled when we move. ” then turns back toward her. “ if you would like, i can take that one and refurbish it. ”

#— 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 📝 ( thread.thanatos )#serena.#im so sorry this is so long fjfjfjflsgdk

chaoswithinthestars:

Khaos’ gaze lingered above them as the nice ring from the bell sounded. It alerted the entire store of their presence, not that they minded. They weren’t here for books or tomes tonight. Long fingers grazed over the edges of shelves, catching along with labels or various bumps from different sized spines. The gentlest of pressure on the very tips of their fingers almost seemed to test the strength of such shelves, as if to delightfully wonder what would happen should it collapse.

“Can I recall you ever in all eternity finding me with a book in hand?” a weary smirk curled their lips up in the corners, barely exposing some fatigue from traveling. A welcomed, warm gaze met the other. Intense always, as if the other were the only thing in the entire space. “How do you keep such a place so clean? Captured something mystical to keep up on it or do chores ease the mind?”

–

one point eight mortals die every second. death is there for all of them. it wasn’t very hard to split his time between taking souls and wherever he was in the present, but sometimes he would lose focus and faces would become blurred. it doesn’t happen often, but when it does he doesn’t realize who he’s talking to until they speak as if they know him. as his focus comes back to being present in the book shop, so does the face in front of him and immediately do his lips tug ever more upward.

“ at least once or twice. not that you opened them. ” a pause as if he has to try hard to pluck the moment out of his memory. “ no, i believe you used them to break a few noses in pure chaos fashion. ” the godyr folds his hands on the counter and offers a welcoming nod. “ why do chores when you are a godyr ? time does not move when i am not here, ” he says matter of factly with a small smile. “ it is good to see you again. i assume you are here for the harvest, as if everyone else, yes ? ”

#— 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 📝 ( thread.thanatos )#khaos.#oh yeah they Def:tm: know each other

delusiontheorist:

DESPITE BEING OVER 800 YEARS OLD, BOJING WAS STILL YOUNG IN SUPERNATURAL STANDARDS. while he didn’t usually care about the supernatural community as a whole, he couldn’t deny how nerve wracking it was knowing such a high concentration of shadow folk would be around for the next few months. and these high council people? who the fuck were they and how come he had never heard of them before this harvest? if they were so important why did they contact him via a creepy letter like some hogwarts bullshit?

a huff escaped his chapped lips, his head shaking in an attempt to scatter his negative thoughts. bojing initially thought living in estonia whilst unemployed would be good for him; would let him learn more about himself and what he liked, not what others wanted out of him. years later, though, he realized how much time he had alone with his thoughts, which was a dangerous predicament in itself.

a familiar scent made the lycan’s eyes raise from the sidewalk below him, landing on a decent sized black dog with piercing eyes. a whistle rang out, vibrating in the lycan’s ears, before he finally heard the angelic voice behind the large canine. ben, thought bojing, recognizing the angel from his wife’s fascination with medicine. okay, you can do this. just … have a friendly conversation? “oh it’s no worries, she probably would spit me back out if she took a bite anyway. you know … because i’m a bitter old man … ?”

–

bojing. he was never sure where he himself stood with the lycan. but he was always at least civil and friendly toward him for he had nothing against him. bojing on the other hand had made it clear many years ago how he’d despised celestials. and it was a fair point of view.

benjamin understood completely. more often than not did celestials feel like they were holier than thou. but in benjamin’s eyes, there was only one that was holier than all of them combined, and it was the mother. the only being in the universe he would ever take orders from. ( even the high council couldn’t oder him around. ) it’s why he’s taken his time getting to know bojing. because even though benjamin likes to think of himself as much different than the rest of his species, favouring living on earth amongst mortals than in another realm, he was still an angel and therefore a celestial.

that being said, he still chuckles and shakes his head at the self deprication. “ you know, i’m not entirely sure how she feels about bitter tastes. ” isis barks and wags her tail as benjamin scratches behind her ear. “ we have lemons at home, i’m not buying one right now, ” he says to her. “ how’ve you been ? enjoying the busy streets ? ”

#— 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 📝 ( thread.ben )#bojing.#thank god i was able to hash that back out aldskjfhg;lj

bloodyxshores

Characters: Vegas & Benjamin (@godweary) Location: Benjamin’s Practice Timestamp 001: Welcome to Estonia

Vegas turned the keys in the ignition, shutting down the engine of her scooter before removing her helmet to reveal a charming display of wind-whipped, helmet-crushed curls. The drive from Marbrooke to Blightbird had been a pleasant and scenic one, but she could hardly contain her excitement upon reaching her destination. The older she got, the more her years seemed to blur together–especially now that she had taken to her brief stint of “retirement” while enjoying life on the coast with her husband. She couldn’t remember exactly the last time she had seen her celestial mentor, but even in her comparatively minute time as a supernatural they had crossed paths a number of times over the years.

The vampyre had been ecstatic to learn he would be practicing in Blightbird, if not to pique her interest once more with his seemingly endless knowledge then at the very least to catch up on the years since their last meeting. Of course, the former was often what drew the curious woman to his side and she was certain they were both aware of this, and so she had prepared herself with an offering: what the mortals might call a rather vintage lemon bar recipe. How quickly things became antique in this age of technological innovation. Cradling the glass container of baked goods in one arm, the blonde let herself inside the office.

“Pardon me–I heard the doctor is in?”

godweary

given the harvest hadn’t even started and people were still arriving, business was excruciatingly slow. thankfully, it gave him time to speak to his plants and coax some life back into them since he’d been gone for a bit. isis was upstairs in his apartment, so it was a little quiet save for 60s playlist playing in the background. but he was grateful for the bit of calm before the storm, for he was sure he’d see an influx in patients in the coming days, and right now he needed to organize quite a few files he hadn’t been able to before.

however, the moment he catches whiff of some lemon bars he’s immediately side tracked. “ is that – ” he starts before he sees her. “ – it is ! vegas ! and – ” one good sniff of the air confirms that she does have lemon bars. “ – you brought lunch, ” he grins before he walks out from behind the front desk and toward her to embrace her. “ still wearing immortality well, i see. ” he pats her shoulder after the hug. “ come, sit ! how’ve you been ?? how’s bojing ?? ” they’ve a million things to catch up on, he’s sure. ( he can never remember exactly how much time has passed. )

#— 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 📝 ( thread.ben )#vegas.#she's so cute omg #me writing ben hugging vegas: bro six feet aPART

location: charmire timestamp: 001. welcome to estonia. featuring: thanatos starter: open

it had been at least thirty years since he’d been back. thirty years since he’d last opened up his book shop in estonia ( not that he didn’t move it around. ) and yet, not a single speck of dust. only the smell of old books. he hangs his long coat on the hanger next to the door before taking out a very thick notebook from behind the counter that contains all the sales he’s made within the last hundred years or so. ( the rest of his records are in the basement, of course. )

he starts to hum as he counts, only stopping when he hears the bell notifying him of a potential customer entering his shop. he looks up and offers a small smile before giving them a nod. “ welcome, ” his voice oddly warm for a god of death. he can sense they are no mere mortal, and so the veil lifts allowing them to see the sign that points to where all the supernatural books are. “ if you are looking for something specific, please do not hesitate to ask. ”

#vainglory.open #— 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 📝 ( thread.thanatos )#looking for some supernatural book ? death might got u #just looking for something to read ? he def got u #looking for ancient texts from the library of alexandria ?#he def has those but only for looking

death/thanatos tag dump

#— 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 📝 ( thread.thanatos )#— 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 💀 ( thanatos. )#— 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘭s 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. ⚰️ ( musings.thanatos )

location: blightbird timestamp: 001. welcome to estonia. featuring: ben & his immortal dog, isis starter: open

there’s just something about the harvest that sends a pulse of electricity through the angel’s veins. life breathes into the city via new arrivals staring with wonder and old friends wrapping their arms around each other. he never knows who he’s going to run into, much too excited about the possibilities this time around.

a familiar bark catches his attention, eyes following the sound until he finds where isis is. it seems she’s found a new friend, tail wagging back and forth. his whistle is short, an indication that she needs to calm herself and wait for him, so she does and sits right in front of them, golden eyes filled with excitement. “ i’m so sorry about that, ” he jogs up to them. “ good girl. even after all this time, her excitement still gets the better of her. she doesn’t bite, i promise. ”

#vainglory.open #— 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 📝 ( thread.ben )

chaosremains

WHO emily&open WHEN upon arrival WHERE unspecified

No one could have prepared her - at least that’s what she convinced herself. In all her time, in all her wandering and immortality, nothing could have readied her for the sight of iridescent wings and sharply honed claws, of magick spells and golden-blooded gods. And that was only the beginning of what she witnessed as she step foot in Estonia. The birthplace of everything - literally. Its energy coursed through her veins like a shock that never ended, and even her deadened body felt alive on this holy ground. A grin spread on coy lips. Her poems were both right and wrong and somewhere stuck between. “ I think I’ll just wait…one more minute. Or maybe two…hundred. “ Her breath grew heavy in anticipation as some indescribable behemoth passed by, her mouth agape. “ It feels so ancient here, like I could never possibly belong, “ she mumbled again, continuously forgetting that others could hear her anxiety.

godweary

estonia. their home. it’s been six hundred years since they last saw the birth country of all that is thrive like this. beings of all kind walk the streets and mortals are none the wiser. the air is sweet with the smell of freshly baked goods and fresh flowers as shops welcome some new and some very old customers. but within the sweet is a stench that almost passes their senses. it too is sweet, but there is something very wrong with it. almost sickly. fair eyes of the godyr slowly pan across the crowd until they find who it is – a mere ... girl ? no human. they sniff the air once more. ah. a vampyr.

the godyr wasn’t the biggest fan of the undead. but they found that some vampyrs weren’t all that bad. so. they decide to give her the benefit of the doubt and see what that particular one was up to. they walk a little faster to catch up to them only to catch on to her last sentence. what an odd thing to hear. they don’t expect a vampyr to be so worried about belonging in estonia of all places. “ it doesn’t matter how ancient it is. and it doesn’t matter how young you are. a child of the Mother will always belong in estonia. ” whether they liked it or not.

#— 𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦. 📝 ( thread.adonai )#emily.#no gifs for adonai bc everyones a BITCH and hates frances mcdormand ig

rosebud-wizard

its fun to enjoy things

#— 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 ☤ ( ben. )#quite literally benjamin hahahahahaha

── IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHER the high council is prepared to welcome ( benjamin franklin pierce ) to the harvest. however, in myth they were once known as ( captain hawkeye pierce ). we might have mistaken them as ( aaron tveit ) they’re known as an ( angel ) while noted as an ( angel of healing ). appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernatural community. this being has walked the earth for ( unknown ) years, and their face reflects an age of ( thirty-six ). as we prepare for the harvest they have found refuge in ( blightbird ) and are noted as a ( resident ) they’re known for being a ( surgeon ).

#vg.intro #intro: benjamin.

IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHER the high council is prepared to welcome ( thanatos ) to the harvest. we might have mistaken them as ( mads mikkelsen ) they’re known as a ( godyr ) while noted as ( the god of death ). appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernatural community. this being has walked the earth for ( unknown ) years, and their face reflects an age of ( fifty-five ). as we prepare for the harvest they have found refuge in ( charmire ) and are noted as a ( resident ). they’re known for ( selling books ).

#vg.intro #intro: death.

── IN THE NAME OF THE MOTHER the high council is prepared to welcome ( adonai ) to the harvest. we might have mistaken them as ( frances mcdormand ). they’re known as a ( godyr ) while noted as ( the god of truth, justice, & morality ). appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernatural community. this being has walked the earth for ( unknown ) years, and their face reflects an age of ( sixty-two ). as we prepare for the harvest they have found refuge in ( charmire ) and are noted as a ( visitor ). they’re known for being a ( priest & a member of the high council ).