Vocare Ad Regnum

Mark and Cole, Gods of the Collection. No, we don't know where Amber went. [Loosely Greek based independent OCs, will rp with anyone.] [Semi-hiatus] [EST Dec. 2011]

[totallymyhero]

that one time almost all of raw went on strike.

[theslayerofshades-blog]

Raise your hand if school is kicking your ass

[relivethefear]

Abaddon Corinthos || Nightmare

Independent Canon-based Original Character

Follows some fandom canon

Open to crossovers/OCs/Canons

Semi to mostly-selective

Mun is of age with 9+ years of roleplay experience; muse is also of age

NSFW includes: violence and triggers; smut welcome

Assorted verses; very open to more and AUs

Open to all types of interaction

One-liners all the way up to novella

Gif usage; no icons/gifcons yet

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[helltwins]

Mark Calaway || Colonel Reaper

WWE-based Independent OC Greek Gods

Established storylines; main is wrestling-based

Open to crossovers as well as OCs

Mun is of age with 8+ years of roleplay experience

NSFW includes: violence and may contain tiggers; tagged upon request

Assorted verses

Open to all types of interaction

One-liners all the way up to novella

Home — About — Rules

[helltwins]

Mark Calaway || Colonel Reaper

WWE-based Independent OC Greek Gods

Established storylines; main is wrestling-based

Open to crossovers as well as OCs

Mun is of age with 8+ years of roleplay experience

NSFW includes: violence and may contain tiggers; tagged upon request

Assorted verses

Open to all types of interaction

One-liners all the way up to novella

Home — About — Rules

[theslayerofshades-blog]

I’m sorry for the inactivity, guys, I’m like super-duper sick and it’s been kicking my ass all week, but I’ll get to replies eventually!!

[mahiaemerga-archived]

helltwins started following!}

     ”Hello. Were… were you in need of something?”

[helltwins]

           Just your name, gorgeous.

[demon-of-desire-blog]

Old Wounds || Malia AU

[demon-of-desire-blog]

The demon’s every breath burned in her throat and her lungs felt like snakes had wound around them to suffocate her.  Gods damn her for ever letting her walls down that far.  For ever thinking she could love.

Oh but when she loved, she loved deeply.

The hand not around her drink moved to the silver chain around her neck, clasping the ring in utter desperation.  Her wedding ring might not have been on her finger, but she never took it off anyway.  She hadn’t looked for Mark’s- couldn’t.  Because the moment she saw him without it, everyone in this bar would be at the mercy of a demon.

She was just about to drown in a Brompton Cocktail of her own thoughts and booze when she heard the god’s voice a little louder and looked the bar, eyes widening.  The smaller form didn’t drink, and knowing Mark, it would now have alcohol poisoning.

What Mark couldn’t say sober was beginning to pour from his highly intoxicated lips, and Lia shook her head at his making a scene.  The less steely part of her wanted to yank him down and tell him that nothing was lost.  She was still there.

All he had to do was say the word.

It was a brutal truth that she wouldn’t even admit to herself while she watched the god make a fool of himself.  Lips pursed, she looked to the others who goaded him and shook her head.  The last thing Mark needed was these drunkards to add fuel to the fire.

Those shining blue eyes met her own cerulean ones and something….shifted.  Lia held up her glass to him and offered a watery grin before slamming the entire contents back faster than any human could, still maintaining his gaze.

[helltwins]

Even before her now, after the time between them, it was like the first. Only this time, fire burned in his chest and through his limbs, an ache caused by loss and anger and sadness. He thought it was within; he could not see his skin beginning to glow as his throat worked away at the bottle in his hand, nor did the God realize the bar had begun to grow silent as the roar in his head grew louder, reminding him of every mistake he had ever made when it came to Lia, his darling Lia.

The woman he came in with did not matter, none of them mattered, not when the only one who had ever mattered sat right there and fuck, there was never going to be enough alcohol to deal with heartache in the presence of the one you loved, ever. Ultimately, it was Mark’s fault they ended up like this. It was his fault for falling in love.

It was not his fault she was so wonderful to him, so understanding, so patient… Until she wasn’t.

It was nothing he had not thought about before but of course it all came slamming back with her right there; and until his wings came free to stretch across the confined bar, cutting through anyone and anything they came in contact with, that he stood within those thoughts. Mark couldn’t bring himself to care, though, not with his fires roaring so high and the desire to destroy just raging at the forefront of his mind. It was how he dealt with his problems.

But not this time, not with her so close. Before he could do something stupid like you know, go up to her and apologize and proclaim himself a different man, the God simply hopped down from the bar, wings tucking in to both avoid anyone else and keep him steady as he barreled through the doors and out into the open. The cool air helped level Mark’s head and he stretched out his wings like one would stretch their arms. He had to think but he just could not form coherent thought past the very first:

Lia, Lia, Lia, Lia…

[ravenwoodreborn-deactivated2022]

We Who Are About to Die || Gladiator AU

[ravenwoodreborn-deactivated2022]

Talia sat in a simple gown, brushing out the auburn pleats that hung over her shoulder and left silky waves in their wake.  One more social gathering of the houses and she was certain that she would be driven mad.

The soft footsteps of the house slaves approaching caught her attention and she turned to face them, offering the ghost of a grin toward the male that addressed her.  Truly, Colonel was a specimen to behold.  He was not many years older than Talia, but she could remember thinking that he was by far the most handsome of her father’s gladiators.

"I am aware."  She answered softly.  "And seeing how we have not yet chosen one to enter the games and represent our house… It would appear that you would be the most likely candidate."  The future Domina then stood and took a few paces toward him. 

"It is no secret that you wish to win your freedom."  She continued as she walked around the gladiator in lazy circles.  "Pray tell.  When you have attained that, what next?"

[helltwins]

The fighter stood before her on business; this did not forbid him from wandering eyes and lingering gazes. The attraction between them had always been palpable, and it was no secret that her father kept Colonel from her due to it. He was not much older than her, but in the Dominus’ eyes, he was old enough to corrupt his beautiful little girl.

And my, was she beautiful. Of course, in the presence of others, Colonel had more than enough respect for her— even now, while they stood alone— but here, he allowed just a flicker of what he felt for her show. She was what he was never allowed and, in many aspects, represented his freedom; always just within arm’s reach, but always just a bit too far for his fingers to grasp.

Her words brough him out of his thoughts, and he responded, “Thank you, Domina. I will be sure to bring honor to your house’s name—” A smirk and a tilt of the head, “— As always…”

"Talia…" She brought on a valid question; one he had not found the answer to yet. He could not remember a time when he was free, though he remembered the very feeling of it. Colonel had no family to go to; he came from family of peasants who had always treated him like he didn’t belong. He was alays just a litle too big, just a little too strong, a little too fast, for their liking, and so he was sold. With a sigh, he turned towards her, large frame blocking her next circling.

"You know I have not thought that far. Once I win my freedom… I do not know what comes next. But it has to be better than shackles and whips, yes?" He had not seen the shackles and whips upon him in some time, but his heart yearned for a sky not darkened by enslavement or the promise of death. The blond could have received much worse a house to be under, however, and held no ill will to Talia’s name. "Perhaps your father will finally let me court you~." It was a teasing jab, but it held so much more meaning than his joking tone.

[helltwins]

Your Father, Who Art in Heaven. [AU]

[goddessofstrife-blog-deactivate]

"I-I know, but I want to."  Eris answered softly, crisscrossing her legs under her tiny frame before unearthing a cheeseburger from the bag that he offered.

The first bite of the greasy goodness seemed to calm the teen immensely- at least, her eyes didn’t dart around like a cornered animal anymore.  ”Um..”  She paused to wipe the corner of her mouth, taking each bite slowly as he instructed.  ”Who are you?” 

It had taken every ounce of courage she had to ask him and then some, but she had to know.  Who was her guardian angel and why was he taking care of her now?

[helltwins]

Cole gave a gentle wince; this was the question he was dreading, but he knew it would eventually come. How could he tell her, his own flesh and blood, his very progeny, that he had left her to an abuser, a man that terrorized her every day of her life since his departure? It was not an easy subject, but he had prepared himself as best he could.

That did not make it any easier, however. The God’s jaw worked as he attempted to find the right words. She was a lamb, wounded, abused… no more

"I am your father." Such simple words should not have been so difficult to work out, but they came out unwillingly, clawing at his very soul. "That man.. He has no relation to you."

[helltwins]

Okay. I am completely reviving my blogs. 

Some new things:

I will not be following any personal or non-roleplay blogs. Aside from a select few, I won't be keeping most of my threads (I don't think I have many on this blog anyway?) I can be found here and here but mostly on the first one.

[mrcheyl]

Awaken

[helltwins]

Your Father, Who Art in Heaven. [AU]

[goddessofstrife-blog-deactivate]

It took Eris a moment more of looking around before his words finally registered and the teenager nodded weakly, slipping her arms into the jacket around her shoulders.  It was warm, worn leather, and the scent was soothing for reasons she could not possibly know.

You’re safe now.  Words that Eris would have given anything to hear, even if she didn’t truly know the man saying them.  Once again, she nodded wordlessly and looked up, watching him move away from her.

When he knelt, silver eyes met whiskey gold ones for the very first time since she had awoken.  ”I do.”  She answered softly and reached for what Cole offered, lips twitching into what could almost be considered a smile.  

"Thank you…."

[helltwins]

   As he held her gaze, the God smiled softly, to himself as he made sure the bag reached her hands before he let it go. Her silver eyes were incredibly unique- even for a demigod- and were a sign of her lineage. There were only two gods whose eyes bore such unusual colors. One was before her.

      "No need to thank me, darlin'." Came Cole's smooth reply as he returned to his chair, long legs stretching out in front of him. "Try to eat slowly. You've been through a lot today, an' I don't want you getting sick, okay?"

[kalelle]

[Envelope] - Mark

"Round two at noon.Catch me if you can. That is, if you can still walk.-M”

[helltwins]

"Sounds like fun. Unfortunately I’d never beg. Not for my life, you know." Gives the god an appreciative look. "Yeah…thought so."

   "Yeah, they all say that, y'know."

[rosadellic]

The Undertaker ‘Ministry’ appreciation.

[helltwins]

Your Father, Who Art in Heaven. [AU]

[goddessofstrife-blog-deactivate]

The voice that greeted Eris was low, soft, and in a sense comforting.  That, however, did not stop the teenager’s eyes from flying open at the sound as every defense system in her body instantly engaged.  No matter the fear, there was something, some force that kept sending waves of calm through her and it had to have come from the man.

So he wasn’t a dream.

The fractured memories she had of the day before weren’t the fever dream she had thought they were, and the golden haired man was real.  And huge.  At least three times the size her father was, and a thousand times as strong.

She would have to remember not to anger him.  Broken bones were bad enough, but he could disintegrate them.

"Where am I?"  Eris asked, clinging to the jacket that hung on her shoulders like a toddler with its favorite blanket.  She only wished her voice didn’t still shake.  "I-I’m sorry."  She added quickly and ducked her head in submission.  "I sh-should be thanking you and not asking questions…"

[helltwins]

Instinctually, Cole reached out for her, assessing her body language and deciding against it a second later, hand dropping to his side. He watched as her wide eyes darted around and shaking hands clung to the jacket he'd wrapped her in. All of his damn near broke his heart. This was his little girl, scared of her own shadow. He had to fix his mistake.

"You're in a hotel room," He answered softly, whiskey eyes trying to meet her gaze. "Hey, it's okay, gorgeous. Ask all the questions you want. You're safe now; I promise."

Slowly, he stood, keeping his movements to a minimum. The last thing he wanted was to scare her- again. Finally, he made himself to the table, and soon enough, he returned with a bag in hand.

"Here..." Cole murmured, digging into it as he squatted near the bed. He pulled out a wrapped package and held it out to Eris, gaze still on her face. "I hope you like cheeseburgers. If not, I'll find ya whatever you want to eat."