Sins Forgiven

Indie fandomless OC with fandom-verses

[synaphiemi-blog]

dangerous-times‌:

“Tha’…Horned Angel? Can’t guess why…But Mora works for me! A lovely name, an’ two other lovely ladies!” Chris bowed his head respectfully to the pair of them, alongside a flashy smile and a wink, before he straightened himself, and extended a hand out towards his hostess,

“Oh please, Chris is jus’ fine, no need t’be so informal! We could…Uh…Continue t’chat, without tha’ whole…Mob o’ folks ‘ere….Be nice t’have a tour!” And not be stared at by an entire town!

~✦~

The sarcasm in his words was almost missed by Mora before she caught it and chuckled with a small smile. Sister Eloise blushed at being called lovely, curtsying to Chris when he bowed his head. Sister Martha however, crossed her arms. Flirtatious man, she didn’t like it...

With a gentle shooing motion, the town went back to their evening duties and ways, only a few loitering to watch and smile at the new comer. Even the two sisters disbanded before Mora walked up and gestured in the direction for Chris to start walking with her.

“This way, I shall show you were the Inn is at.”

[synaphiemi-blog]

dangerous-times‌:

“Oh! Uh…Didn’t quite mean stuff like that! I meant like…Odd jobs! Stuff y’all might need an extra hand for!” Chris looked surprised, but also quite offended to be called unkempt, but he couldn’t quite blame the lady for that opinion - Just look at him!

“Brews, huh? Now, ya got m’intrigued, ma’am! I wouldn’t mind a warm room an’ a cold drink, but I’m getting ahead of myself! Call me Christoper, or Chris, an’…What may I call y’all, ma’am?”

~✦~

His retort back from Sister Martha’s remarks made Mora chuckle. And when he introduced himself to the three of them.

“The people of this town call me the Horned Angel. But you may call me Mora. This is sister Martha and sister Eloise.” The two nuns bowed respectfully when their names were said.

“It is a pleasure to meet a new and young person, Mister Christopher.”

[synaphiemi-blog]

redemptiionisms‌:

Infighting. Family, a clan, her own kind- whatever that was. He understood it. It wasn’t something he personally fought with, but he understood it with how often he crossed it in his line of work. Redemption.

       ❛ Patience, my child may benefit you. Change takes time. Those who          have walked the path of the wicked must be given reminders to keep          them honest and true. You must work day after day to allow it to survive          and then flourish. I hear your sins, and grant that you walk in the grace          of God. You need not repent, for you are free of sin. ❜

~✦~

Free from sin? Reminders to keep the wicked honest and true? She knew his words were right... but not for her.

“...I am a sin though... A walking sin.” She lifted her head up just enough to show her bared fangs to him as they were exposed from her grimace. 

“And no amount of reminders will ever convince my kin that they are anything but. They enjoy it...”

[synaphiemi-blog]

dangerous-times‌:

“Oh…Uh…Well, hi?”

Christopher tried his best to apply a charming smile on his lips as he was greeted by the host around him. But behind that confident, cheerful exterior, he hadn’t a clue why he was so graciously welcomed, and why the fancy looking ladies were bowing! He wasn’t that special - Just a wanderer looking for a safe hostel (That wouldn’t try to eat him). 

“Guess I’m ‘ere t’see if y’all have space for a fella like me for a few nights?” He quickly bowed when he realized that perhaps he should return the polite gesture, “Should have a few lil bits from m’travels t’trade if that helps? Or, like…I can do…Stuff?”

Stuff - What a wonderful way to bargain yourself a few safe nights.

~✦~

His choice in words seemed to earn him a suspicious eyeing from one of the nuns, but the older and taller woman of the three seemed none too worried.

“Do stuff, is it? Bit unkempt to be a gentleman night caller, aren’t you?” The nun who had been eyeing him asked.

“Sister Martha!” The other gasped, earning a warm chuckle from the taller woman.

“Sisters, behave yourselves.” She requested.

“The Inn does have a few rooms available still. I do know that the owner’s wife has quite the knack for brews if you enjoy such thing. She usually gives a complimentary mug for those who request a room.”

[rppanda]

Ask my muse extremely personal questions!

If you could change anything about yourself, what would it be and why?

How do you take your anger out?

Have you ever been severely depressed? If so, why, and how did you handle it?

Who is someone you’ve cut out of your life, or wanted too, and why?

What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever worked for?

Have you ever faced discrimination? If so, what was it?

Has someone close to you ever said something that hurt your feelings? If so, what was it, and did they ever make up for it?

Have you ever been hit by someone close to you? If so, who hit you, and did they ever make up for it?

What’s some trauma you have, and how did you get it?

What was the scariest moment you’ve had in public?

What’s the relationship like between you and your parents?

Where do you go to be alone?

Have you ever put your hands on someone? If so, who, and did you ever make up for it?

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done with another person?

Who’s the first person you contact on a lonely night and why?

What’s your biggest regret and why?

If you could pick only one person in your life, who would it be and why?

What gives you nostalgia?

What’s something embarrassing that you enjoy doing, and why is it embarrassing?

How would you describe yourself?

[lucidlvst]

25 christmas themed memes **

here are just a bunch of christmas themed starters that i could come up with. they’re all kinds of genres. they can be interpreted as angsty, sad, smutty– whatever you wish.

1. “please, please, please ignore that mistletoe.” 2. “did you make the eggnog or did grandma do it?” 3. “this is way too strong! there are children here, you know?”  4. “will you help me get the tree from the attic? i hate it up there.” 5. “this is the first christmas without (…..). it’s weird, isn’t it?” 6. “i could use some extra hands over here.” 7. “thank you for letting me celebrate with you guys.” 8. “isn’t it weird, not celebrating with your family?” 9. “will you come sit on santa claus/mrs. claus’ lap?” 10. “have you been naughty?” 11. “you have been very nice for me, i see.” 12. “come on! give me a hint for what my present is!” 13. “i want to spend every christmas of the rest of my life with you.” 14. “this is the worst christmas party ever.” 15. “where is everyone? am i too early?” 16. “you seriously want to order in tonight? are you an idiot?” 17. “merry christmas, asshole.”  18. “try not to behave like a slut this time, alright?” 19. “um.. who’s this present for?”  20. “please don’t make me remind you of the christmas of 2009.” 21. “how do you know santa isn’t calling everyone a hoe in here? for all we know there’s an ‘e’ behind it.”  22. “i’m so jealous of you. you have the perfect family.” 23. “alright, let’s go sit around and tell each other our most embarrassing stories of last year.” 24. “i have something to announce..” 25. “this is the best christmas ever!” 

[erebussociety]

[synaphiemi-blog]

"So, I'm curious.... do you have to take care of your horns, or for your kin, do they maintain themselves?"

~✦~

“My horns?” It was almost as if she had forgotten about the horns that wrapped around her forehead and pointed up to the sky. “Ah, I am a rather... oddball subspecies of my kind. My horns are much like that of any horned beast. They are bone but they are this... protective coating on them. I just clean them as I clean my body.”

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demonicforgemaster‌:

“I did not come here to just warn you… I came here to help you.”  The demon stared up at the Catedra, remembering a promise he made so long ago. “Not enough time for the people to do what you suggest.” 

A quick look around the church gave him an idea. “Perhaps bring them in here and barricade the church? A Last Stand. For they will not stop until you are dead.”

Rex was already walking back down to the door to start herding humans to the church but stopped abruptly. “I just remembered, do you… mind if I see to your armor?” Even though he was a demon at heart Rex was a master smith first. “I would improve upon its base design, if you’d let me.” With a added bonus she might be happy for… if she survived.

~✦~

“Well, if not nearly enough time to warn the good people, then you certainly took your time getting here.” For all the people to be in one place, locked up in the church... If she failed than all of the people would die. There would be no escape...

When Rex asked of her armor, she paused. She hadn’t worn her armor since she began to build this town. She had put it away, still stained with the blood of her party she had killed so long ago.

“...In the basement, there is a stone chest. It is in there.” It would be ironic for her to wear it again. Fighting off her own kind in their knight’s armor.

“Hurry. I shall evacuate the people here and begin to barricade.”

[synaphiemi-blog]

//EY TUMBLR YOU DUMB CHEEKY BASTARD YOUR NEW SYSTEM FAILED. I JUST HAD A FUCKIN’ PORN BOT FOLLOW ME! NOT EVEN A FULL 3 DAYS AND THEY’RE WORKING AROUND YOUR SYSTEM.

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demonicforgemaster‌:

“Absolutely nothing.” He stated before walking around the church. It was true, he would gain nothing of value, not right now at least. “Unlike a vast majority of my kind I care about the advancement of humanity-” he came to the alter stopping to look back at her a heat emanating from him.

“And for nearly Five Thousand Years I have been in the shadows playing a grand game against ALL who can not see what they can become, nay what they will be!” He took a deep breath. “And if that means to assist an old foe in saving these people.”

 “so be it.” 

~✦~

“So that is it. You warn me in order to save the good people of this town.” He warned her merely so she would protect the people. Not that she wouldn’t do so anyways but... it felt slimy. In his eyes he was using her, using her own love for humans as his tool.

“They enemy of my enemy is my friend... for now at least.” She walked up to the alter, laying her hand upon it beside the offerings the people gave often. Candles, frankincense, murr, gold... Among other things that surely the true church would cast out onto the grounds and burn.

But not here. Not in the one she built for her people.

“...When are they coming? I will prepare the good people to properly barricade their homes.”

[mortem-et-necromantia-deactivat]

[synaphiemi-blog]

redemptiionisms‌:

He listens, trying to keep a straight face, but he can’t help the way his brow knits in thought. Eyes still closed, face still tipped down. Wanting to help, but attracting more trouble. Being caught between helping and possibly hurting, or doing nothing and letting them hurt themselves.

A predicament he’s heard before, but never phrased in such a desperate manner. So many people were vague and trying to hide their true sins, but something seemed more off about this. He extended his senses, touching the world around him with a perception more open and sensitive to the beings that exist in it.

Curious, that she pinged bright and vivid infront of him.

          ❛  Are you trying to do good, child? You can only protect those who              choose to fall under your shield. Wrestling with someone who              doesn’t want your help can end up doing more damage than not.              Sometimes it’s better to let people work their problems out for              themselves, but to stay nearby and be an available resource to              them. You can never account for pride. ❜

~✦~

Pride. Pride wasn’t the issue when it came to the humans she so dearly loved. It was the pride of her own kind that caused such trouble. The pride, hunger, and ego they had.

“It is not those who I wish to shield I fight with. But those who came at it. I feel as if when I raise it, attacks come from all flanks rather than the front when I do not.” She explained, her eyes closing tightly.

“It as if I am being punished for going against my nature... doing what I have grown to learn is the right thing... caring for the creatures that I love oh so much...”

[omnipotentdarkness-deactivated2]

By Bruno Szan

[synaphiemi-blog]

@redemptiionisms cnt. from here

~✦~

What problem he asks? The one that haunts the world every day. Looming in the shadows of the night and the nightmares of mortals. The woman sighs softly from under her veil, a means of which to conceal her face and horns from the good people of this tavern. She had traveled out of her town for once, seeking guidance she had been longing for from her internal struggle.

“The problem of the darkness that haunts the mortals of this world. I try to assist in protecting them yet I only seem to draw more of the darkness. And yet... standing by I fall in with the spectators of the dark... a side I never wish to be a part of again...” Her gloved hands tightened around themselves.

“I am so conflicted, father...”

[demonicforgemaster]

“You? Giving me a lesson on battle? Oh that’s adorable!” The demon chuckled briefly before clearing his throat. “I did not come here to fight. I came to warn you VonDaniyo.”

Rex produced some documents, handing them to her. It was a weapons order for over one hundred enchanted silver swords, paid in full, with the sigil of the buyer being that of the vampires old clan.

“At first glance I thought the blades where going to be used in one of those shadow wars the clans get into every few centuries, or for a culling of sorts. That was until the representative of the clan came to inspect the finished blades muttering ‘Finally that traitorous whore will pay.’ “

Of course Rex pried the vampire for answers after he heard that, but Mora didn’t need to know that part. “To put it simply. They are coming, and they will be hellbent on making sure everything you have built is burnt to the ground before they tear you limb from limb.”

[synaphiemi-blog]

~✦~

Of course he laughs at her. He had bested her before. But that was nearly a hundred years ago. She was young, ego-filled, and stupid. Much like how this demon still was. But he didn’t come to flaunt his previous winnings, he came to warn her? 

She listened to his claims, that coldness in the air remaining thick like a wet and heavy blanket over them. With his words, she believed him. Her clan and old war master had come for her a few times after figuring out she had slaughtered her party. They were set on bringing her to the council and burning the town she had created to the ground.

Prettied up pen for livestock they had called it. 

“...After our last encounter, you’ll have to forgive me if I find your warning and reasons for telling me a bit suspicious, “Ironshoes”. Explain why you’re telling me.” That name of his was so obviously false, but it was the only name she knew of him.

“What gain do you get from this?”

[synaphiemi-blog]

demonicforgemaster‌:

He waited for the nun to leave before he started to walk up to the vampire. Memories of the night appeared in his mind, of how he cut all of them down, of how he plunged the blade of his glaive deep into this woman’s body and left her to bleed out. “Before I get down to the reason why I’m here, I must know-” 

He had many questions but one was all he wanted the answer for. “How did you survive our previous encounter?” he stopped mere inches from the woman  

“Very certain that the wound I gave was…. fatal.”

~✦~

To say that Mora was welcoming to this newcomer to the village would be an outright lie. But she didn’t let on to that until the nun had vanished. It was only then did the cold air of anger and distrust seep into the room from her.

“You missed my heart by nary a hair. Had I remained out there, the sun would have risen and turned me to ash. A young farmer found me. Took me to shelter. Offered me a bit of his essence in order to speed up my healing.” She said coldly.

“Do not leave your enemy to die. That is always lesson one.”