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an inherited creature.

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I STREW THEM LIKE SUNLIGHT.    highly selective   &  mutuals only    LASYA HALDAR,     an original character of original lore.       mature  &  triggering topics present. written by inaya    (she / they / he,  egyptian, twenty seven). personals do not interact. rules and about under the cut. ── affiliated with kezoire, phanritza, ownlore, aknma, rokshasi and corvoroan.

¹ CARRD. ² LORE. ³ PINTEREST. ⁴ PROMPTS.

RULES:

01. this is a roleplay blog for a fandomless original character set in original lore. i am heavily private and selective for my own good, so if i don't follow you, please don't take it personally. i've been in the rpc for a while now and i am more interested in keeping my dash comfortable.

02. this is a fandomless original character, so i own lasya. lore is made with my friends. please do not take anything without permission. i will notice and i will not hesitate to approach you. any graphic posted was made by me, unless otherwise stated! credit for my psd goes to zer0psds.

03. this is mostly a plotting based blog, so starter calls are not posted often. the best way to interact is by sending memes (you can send me them at any time, even if they're old!) and messaging me to plot. i tend to write novella - length threads more often. i am fine with most formatting styles, but please don’t use fonts.

04. don't interact with me if you do not know how to communicate properly. i'm not trying to sound mean, but i have no interest in drama. if i do something that upsets you, please just dm me. my top priority is feeling comfortable on this blog.

05. there are certain fandoms i’m not particularly comfortable interacting with unless we're close. it's nothing against you if you write a muse from there, but i have had a few experiences with fandoms that does not make me want to interact with them. in general, the ones that are worth naming: harry potter, stranger things, attack on titan. if you're a multimuse, then you're exempt from this.

06. since we're talking about following, do not follow me if you’re racist, homophobic, transphobic, islamophobic, a pedophile, etc or support any of those things. stay away from me. free palestine. there are obviously a lot of " problematic " fcs, so i won't be listing every single fc, but to summarize: don't follow me if your fc is a zionist, racist, transphobic, or did something awful in general.

07. unless we are close friends (and please do ask before assuming), please refrain from using she / her pronouns with me and use he / they more. the same goes for feminine terms, but i am more lenient with that.

08. this blog's focus is not shipping. while i am multiship, i am more interested in developing lasya as a character and other dynamics for her, be it platonic, rivals, etc. that being said, chemistry must be there for us to do something between our muses.

09. my name is inaya, i'm 21+ and my pronouns are she / they / he. i used to go by layla and was mostly found on @/sahafiun and @/incarnedine to name some. my discord is open to mutuals. it’s nice meeting you!

LORE:

set in a world where demons on the brink of death can house themselves in dying humans, whether by force or by agreement

the circumstances occur randomly, by luck, or by plan. though, in most cases it is due to haphazard, split - second decisions by both parties

demon souls can be split across multiple people, but this is incredibly rare. their abilities / powers / enhancements will typically manifest in their vessels, but the speed at which it presents itself varies and can take from as quick as minutes to years

vessels in this universe are referred to as “ dire ”, especially when they are unaffiliated, rogue, defectors, or corrupt.

there exists a central organization that has asserted itself in the beginning of time as the main enforcer and protector of the human world, dedicated to maintaining order and balance, taming chaos. they're referred to as venkari, a sub - set of dire and more formally recognized. one of their main jobs is to keep track of newly turned dire so that they can be recruited or eliminated. recruits into the organization are trained and educated to hunt demons, dire that are considered threats, and other supernatural creatures that pose a danger to human society.

venkari largely exist in the shadows, its agents typically living double lives. the organization is vast and has numerous branches, hierarchies, and traditions. the many branches and hierarchies has historically caused numerous issues across history and promotes an unstable foundation of unity.

dire who refuse to join the organization are typically free to go, but they are kept on a short list as targets should they screw up in any manner.

dire / venkari are not immortal by default, but there are measures to ensure this. typically frowned upon.

QUICK + ABOUT UNTIL WRITTEN FULLY:

her powers are the manipulation of natural disasters. she can create, shape and manipulate all forms of disasters, including natural disasters such as avalanches, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, hydrological disasters, meteorological disasters, wildfires, health disasters, space disasters, violent thunderstorms, hurricanes, volcanic eruptions, and floods. her powers, however, depend on her distance to certain places. if she is closer to land, the manipulation of floods for example is not as good as the rest of them

outside of her venkari life, she is a well known performer who uses her audience to get as close as she can to demons. whether that be attracting said demons or getting information by her own means through the audience that’s in front of her. 

she uses an alias when she’s performing, so people outside of her venkari life don’t actually know who she is. So it’s more of a disguise sort of thing. let’s say something something about being masked 

basically the sweet face but insane and keen on tricking people trope <3 

at the moment she is working on looking into her side of creating black holes. if she masters this fully, she will be able to create, shape, and contract black holes, a region of spacetime where gravity is so strong that nothing – no particles or even electromagnetic radiation such as light – can escape from it, which she wants to use when she is hunting demons. 

[piruzei]

hi <3 this blog is moving to @vergamor for the time being <3 will be moving all my threads!

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in the middle of setting up lasya's carrd and THEN i will be here

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@kezoire: in the unlikely event of my death, you will hold my vigil.

``     if i can fit it into my schedule, then, sure.     ``  she feels herself give him one of her well - practiced smiles. it's one he might have been able to recognize were they still working together. she remembers it clearly, actually. once before everything fell apart, she could say that kezo was one of the people that were able to read through her lies. her head tilts at the thought. she's a performer now— a trickster of some sorts. her job was to fool everyone around her, even herself. and sometimes, she did. ``      it's a simple demon that we need to exorcise. nothing too difficult.     ``  at least that's the reason he knows of. there has been some sort of hissing presence that came from this place in certain hours (one that she knows is not from any demon) and she ought to find out more about it, more about what it can offer her. nothing is a coincidence is what she always says.

lasya turns, then, as she quickly moves to gently tap his nose before he can even react. there’s a beat and then she’s already moving, as she starts straightening her jacket. she's grinning, then, like it's so normal for the two of them to be in the same place at once. ``      don't tell me you're nervous. have you gotten even worse than before, kezo dear?     `` 

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do you ever have a dream that you, when you, you, if you—

you'd do, you, wants you, you could do so, you, you'd do, you could, you, you want, you want him to do you so much you could do anything?

[piruzei]

WHAT CHESS PIECE REPRESENTS YOU?

THE BLACK QUEEN: the queen is the most powerful piece on the board, meaning you are strong in some aspect of your life. physically, emotionally, mentally, one of these is your strong suit. the queen can move anywhere she wishes upon the board, meaning you have your hands full with all the different tasks and choices in your life. being the black piece means you work more behind the scenes, working to make sure someone else's plans succeed, or pushing your own agenda. just be careful who you trust, for all your cunning and beauty, there are reasons why queens were beheaded.

tagged by: @lenfaer <3 tagging: @kezoire, @phanritza, @aknma, @rokshasi, @corvoroan, @ownlore, @serendpitous, @victo1re and whoever else wants to <3

[jehovahhthickness]

[piruzei]

what if this is a plotting call 🫵🏼

[kezoire]

@piruzei // “ have i ever lied to you ? … i mean , in this room . ”

“ you're not making a good case for yourself. ” he deadpanned, visage seemingly unexpressive save for the grimace stained in the shadows of his lips, the slight wrinkle by his nose, and the minuscule curve of his left brow. seeing her was quite the paradox itself — the weight on his shoulders had lifted the slightest, knowing she was still alive and well despite ... everything, and yet, his chest felt tighter. it was better they kept their distance, wasn't that what was unanimously decided ? without words ? or just a poor observation on his own fault ? not that this was even the first time he was seeing her since everything went down, but it never got easier. “ you're either really excited about something and holding out on a piece of important detail that's going to chew my ass into chunks or you're teasing. both of which, i really don't have the patience or time for anymore. ” now who was lying ?

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her honey - brown eyes seemed so lovely— for anyone who might not know her. and very few do. when it comes to him, though, she must admit that they have shared too many memories to be able to label each other as simple strangers. she looks at kezo, then, eyebrow raising slightly. she's mastered her deck of cards quite well over the past few years. if only he were part of her audience (if only any of them were). despite the familiarity, however, she still feels like playing. ``     perhaps i am both. perhaps i am neither. who knows?     ``  a soft hum leaves her, eyes studying him further. she wouldn't really say it out loud, but she is glad to see that he is well. there were certain circumstances that made them all fall off, some that are known to them and some that she's kept to herself, but that did not mean that she had forgotten their early memories. lasya clicks her tongue. ``     you know i don't give away my information.     ``  it's a valuable weapon, after all. ``     let's say i have something. why should i tell you?     `` 

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#AMERICAN GODS  :   (    some triggering content may be present !     change pronouns to suit.     )

how was the funeral?

normally people who die stay in their graves,

there is a secret that the casinos possess, a secret they hold and guard and prize, the holiest of their mysteries.

most people do not gamble to win money, after all, although that is what is advertised, sold, claimed, and dreamed.

i believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

that is the eternal folly of man; to be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.

the important thing to understand about american history is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for children, or the easily bored.

at night, you’re rubbing yourself against worm food. no offense meant.

you have no idea what i can believe.

gods die, and when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered.

some grifts last forever, others are swallowed soon enough by time and by the world.

i don’t like you.

i’m alive. i’m not dead. remember?

none of this can actually be happening.

if they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted.

i can believe things that are true, and i can believe things that aren’t true, and i can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.

they die like men, after all.

this is a bad land for gods.

damn straight i’m a hustler.

we don’t need anyone to believe in us.

it’s going to be a white christmas.

they only tell the truth, and the truth is not what people want to hear.

i’ve come too far for more lies.

i’m going now. it will be better if i go.

i’m cold.

in the unlikely event of my death, you will hold my vigil.

you’re dead, babe.

like i said, don’t piss off those bitches in the airports, or they’ll haul your sorry ass back here before you can spit.

i have as many names as there are winds.

it’s a sacrifice, of sorts.

one day every soldier in the empire has to shower in the blood of your sacrificial bull.

you work for me now.

if hell is other people, then purgatory is airports.

if you just hang in there, someday they’re going to have to let you out.

that boy was one lucky son of a virgin.

i used to think that too. now i’m not so sure.

you’re not so prejudiced anymore.

life is a game, a cruel joke.

i mean, it’s not such a big deal.

i’ll work for you.

so what are you? a two-bit con artist?

you people talk about the living and the dead as if they were two mutually exclusive categories. life and death are different sides of the same coin.

that is merely the easy lie that gets them through the enormous, ever-open, welcoming doors.

you see, i am the only one of us who brings in any money.

if it makes you more comfortable, you could simply think of it as metaphor.

all we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory.

it all depends on where you are.

i need someone to look out for my best interests.

it’s easy, there’s a trick to it, you do it or you die.

we are not friends.

anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly.

either you’ve been forgotten, or you’re scared you’re going to be rendered obsolete.

you should know that when we’re done, i’ll be gone.

if you piss me off, i’ll be gone.

if you move and act in the material world, then the material world acts on you.

he’s hustling you, he’s a hustler.

some things may change; people however, people stay the same.

the best thing—perhaps the only good thing—about being in prison was a feeling of relief.

even for my kind, pain still hurts.

come and sit by me.

i’m impressed, you have class.

isn’t she the one who killed her children?

if we’re still loved and remembered, something else a whole lot like us comes along and takes our place and the whole damn thing starts all over again.

we just keep going anyhow, it’s what we do.

i can lie to them, tell them what they want to hear.

there’s never been a true war that wasn’t fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right.

i got a son, and you remind me of him.

would you believe that all the gods that people have ever imagined are still with us today?

people only fight over imaginary things.

it’s easier to kill people, when you’re dead yourself.

we have some unresolved issues to address.

i shall make sure that your needs are adequately taken care of.

it would distress me equally, my dear.

we don’t always remember the things that do no credit to us.

you want to talk about it?

ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

all your questions can be answered, if that is what you want.

first, you go down on your knees. then i hit you a blow with it, so you don’t get up again.

if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.

people gamble to lose money.

if i win, i get to knock your brains out, with a sledgehammer.

too much talking these days. talk talk talk. this country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.

i can believe anything.

they are gone, all gone, but their names and their images remain with us.

there are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply.

which path should i take? which one is safe?

if i tell you what i’ve learned you won’t think that i’m a nut?

it’s what people do.

if you didn’t have a death sentence, then prison was, at best, only a temporary reprieve from life.

you hurt people who need to be hurt.

it’s not easy to believe.

the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless.

is that you?

so, you’re praying?

i told you i would tell you my names. this is what they call me.

fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes.

i can see nothing romantic in a death sentence.

i want to rest now.

candy really did taste better when i was a kid.

religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world.

i think i’ll stay right here for now.

religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all.

the really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is—without question—the right thing to do, and that is what makes them dangerous.

gods are great, but the heart is greater.

once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.

which way would you walk—the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?

i want nothing. no heaven, no hell, no anything. just let it end.

i got to tell you, you don’t look too bright.

i guess you’re going to ask what i’m doing here.

i was thinking more of how you died.

we may not die easy and we sure as hell don’t die well, but we can die.

for the most part, history is uninspected, unimagined, unthought, a representation of the thing, and not the thing itself.

what i say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore.

keep safe. i would not like to hear that you were gone for good.

the rest of them know what they are.

be brave.

have you ever looked at peas in a pod? i mean, really looked at them?

the quickest way is sometimes the longest.

you’re not dead, but i’m not sure you’re alive, either. not really.

lucky guy, he could fall into a cesspit and come up smelling like roses.

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