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Heath reuniting with his moms for the first time, for the prompt. :3c

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Well Heath has always seen his moms. Baby Heath grew up seeing Kat as she passed shortly after giving birth to Heath and his sister... like minutes after. So she's always been hanging around for him, or his sister. It's was clear which of the two was gaonna be the Keeper of the mark.

Sloan, on the other hand. Well that's a different story cause obviously someone had to raise the twins for a little bit as you have to give the kiddos some happiness before smacking them with the tragedy of their back story.

It was well past bedtime as Heath sat awake under the covers of his bed in the large sleeping hall. He and his sister had been here almost a month now. Neither of them really like it, the other kids were rude and not exactly welcoming to them. And despite all their best intentions, the adults weren't much better. Heath pulled his bear, Lord Pickleson closer to his chest as he turned his head to his sister's bed. She was already asleep while a cold blue ghost of a woman sat on the corner of the bed, watching her. Kat liked to watch his sister but it took Heath awhile to realize it was because unlike him, his sister couldn't see their momma. And neither could Sloan, even though she would often played along with him. He found it odd he was basically the "go-between" for the two of them; Or how their relationship worked before him if he was the only person who could see or hear Kat. "Momma?" Heath whispered, trying not to wake the girls in the long dormitory hall as he called for Kat's attention. "When's Mommy getting here?" As she turned to him, Kat's kind eyes framed but the heavy dark bags fell on her son. "Soon, hopefully. But we can't rush her. Mommy's been working really hard so you can see her." "Why?" Heath whimpered meekly. Kat stood up as she tried to find the right way to phrase the issue for Heath. "You know how some of the people you can see, they look rather frightening?" Heath nodded and Kat continued. "What happened to Sloan left her looking frightening. So she decided to take sometime before she um... appears to you so she don't look as scary. Understand?" Heath nodded again. "But why does it take so long?" "It's a hard process. It's not as simple as getting yourself dressed in the morning. Sloan was really badly hurt by what happened that night. I've been helping her, cause sometimes when a person passes away, particularly if it was traumatic, it can warp their perspective of themself. Then those negative emotions can make them look scary to you. If Sloan doesn't change her appearance before you see her, she won't be able to. She'll be stuck." "Why?" Heath questioned. Kat shrugged. "Don't know. One of those weird ghost rules, I guess." "Oh, okay." Heath paused a second as he looked around the long dark room. Anxiously he rung his hands tightly around Pickleson's neck as he was over come by his dislike for this unfamiliar place. Truthfully his vocabulary wasn't strong enough to have the right words to express his feeling so the place, so sad and sort of scary, would have to do. "Can we met Mommy in the 'happy place?'" "I don't know, Heath. If she's not quite ready. I don't want get her stuck in an appearance neither of you are comfortable with." "But I don't want to meet her here. It's not - I mean it doesn't feel right." Sighing, Kat nodded. She couldn't argue that having Sloan reunite with their son at an orphanage didn't seem like the best of settings. "Alright. Do you remember how I showed you?" Nodding as he pulled himself up against the bed board, Heath closed his eyes. "Alright, first you're going to focus on your breathing, a deep breath in." Kat demonstrated and Heath copied her. "Now hold for 1, 2, 3, 4, and breath out. Good, now as you breath start picturing Orchard Hill. The tracks of roller coasters and how they weave through the park. Think of the smells, that scent of fried dough as it cooks." "What going on here, Kit-Kat? Trying to put the kid to sleep?" Kat laughed. "No silly, Heath's trying to focus on the 'happy place' to see you." Kat paused a second as she did a double take. "Oh Sloan!" "Mommy?" Heath exclaimed as he bolted up in bed, eyes snapping open. And there she was, another ghost of a peachy-orange hue standing at the foot of his bed, her coy smirk slipping into a toothy grin as she saw Heath light up at her arrival. "Hey there, kiddo. Looked like you were about to pop off to bed there before I could show up." "No... No I just," Heath smile faded as he looked around the sleeping hall. "Hey,

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A vampire for a vampire- Here’s @chickypoodoodloos Chase Taylor!

A little thank you art for the lovely Emery art Chicky made for me

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🖊 + Lilith

🖊 Me gushing over an OC 🖊 |||@chickypoodoodloos

Ooh Lilith! So Lilith is one of my characters that makes up the lore of my characters’ world. Lilith was the child of traveling nomads that died during an extremely brutal winter. Lilith herself should have perished in the bitter cold, seeing as she was only an infant at the time. however, a living sentient plane known as Khavak saved her. To do so, occult historians believe that this was the first animous plane as Khavak brought Lilith into itself and linked their life forces to one another. By doing this Lilith was no longer “human” but something more. First of all, her whole eye turned this golden hue, and as she grow-up her baby teeth fell out and were replaced with teeth that were much sharp and pointed that made it easier for her to hunt and devour that small prey on which she lived one, her ears were pointed like that of the fey creatures that she lived amongst. And she learned to shapeshift, her most favorite forms were that of a barn owl and a snake.

Despite growing up amongst the fey and the wilderness, Lilith didn’t completely lose her humanity. In fact, she was very intrigued by humans and their lives. She’d often visit villages as she’d wander from forest to forest. Similar to her adoptive fey family, Lilith would play tricks on the village folks at night and often would help or hinder the populous depending on their attitude towards her. But she absolutely loved their celebration and festivals, and often she would return to specific towns for their different feasts. 

While some towns viewed Lilith as a nuisance, others started to think of her as a sort of patron spirit and believed that if she was humored that she would provide plentiful harvests, safety when entering the forests, or general protection from the hazards of nature.

But with more and more tales of this daughter of Khavak started to spread is when the trouble started. Feed up with the sway this feral child seemed to have on villages, two brothers and archangels, Lucifer and Samael, were sent out to find and rain her behavior in.

The brothers first attempted to teach her “right from wrong” and how to behave in the civilized world. But it came abundantly clear that Lilith cared very little about what was considered proper or not, and felt like the archangels themselves knew and cared very little about the ways and lives of anything besides their own kind. So she decided to educate them on the knowledge she believed they were lacking. including things like how friends exchange gifts, in which she demanded a token of friendship from both Lucifer and Samael, both choosing to bestow upon her a feather from their wings. Lucifer was quick to take to Lilith’s teaching, finding them both amusing and enlightening, and in turn, Lucifer asked for a token of friendship back, so Lilith plucked a lower rib from her chest. Samael however was not so easily swayed but humored Lilith’s notions nevertheless.

But after some months without any change in Lilith’s behavior, Samael was ordered to arrange a marriage for Lilith, in hopes that being a wife would force her into a submissive role. And while given to a chauvinistic and unfavorable husband, Lilith quickly made her escape from that dwelling as an owl. When finding out about her departure, Samael forbid Lilith from ever setting foot on her former husband’s land. Which she agreed to, as she saw no reason or want to return. That is until the man took another wife. Knowing the man’s cruelty first hand, she felt it was her duty to try and warn the new woman about his nature. A task that Lilith completed with the aid of her snake form and Lucifer’s new pension for finding loopholes in the rules.

Despite Lilith’s continued disobedience to his orders, Samael found himself becoming more and more obsessed with Lilith as months stretched into years. He could not understand why or how to describe the hold that unruly tree-dweller had on him. Samael began to neglect his duties and dismissed his orders from higher up concerning the feral girl as he became more infatuated with Lilith. He was stricken for the first time with feelings of want and jealousy when seeing Lilith interact with anyone but him. Finally one night, Samael followed Lilith back to Khavak, and overtaken by his growing need to be with Lilith, he slept with her in the long grass near the river. But when morning came, Samael explained his intentions clear, that now that she had given herself to him, that Lilith belonged to him. A claim that Lilith simply laughed off as she stated that she would belong to no one; no matter their knowledge of her, carnal or not. A sentiment that displeased Samael, and he left enraged.

However, he would soon return to Khavak, conceding that Lilith could not be claimed through intercourse. Lilith, thrilled that her friend was beginning to accept her differing viewpoint, went to embrace Samael but found a knife in her abdomen. Since Lilith would not let him have her as his wife, Samael decided to instead take her life, killing her where they had laid the night prior.

But with her dying breath, Lilith cursed Samael, so that he may never wash her blood from his hand.

Still, with Lilith dead, Samael and other members of his faction started to spread ghastly rumors about her, of her twisted and demonic nature. And despite Lucifer trying to come to his late friend’s defense, Samael wrote his older brother’s claims off as proof of Lilith’s power of corruption to turn one of the brightest angels into a heretic. Angered by his brother’s betrayal of his good friend, Lucifer played into the tales of his dark nature. Soon lines were drawn and sides were taken as what is known as the war between evil and good begin, and the world that once existed in shades of grey was divided into black and white.

It wasn’t until many centuries later, due to a wicked project taking place in the walls of an abandoned asylum and a subject numbered 161094, did Lilith finally make her not so great reentrance.

Thanks for the ask (or request?) to hear about Lilith, @chickypoodoodloos. Sorry, the reply was so long. I have never actually written down the lore surrounding Lilith, Lucifer, and Samael before. And honestly, it was fun to finally put it down, even in this somewhat abridged form.  Despite its length, I hope you enjoy it.

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📂📂📂📂📂 (LET'S GOOOOO)

Random Headcanon | @chickypoodoodloos

Nobody, outside of Heath, Logan, Heather, Vincent, and Rox, can tell that Artair is super sketchy and evil.

Every time one of them tries to tell somebody that Art is up to no good, that person typically responds with something along the lines of: “Yeah he’s a little eccentric and has those 1980′s goth vibes going on, but he’s completely harmless. I mean look at him”

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2, 3, and 8 (fun oc q’s for Heath and Emery~)

2. What is something that your OC and their best friend knows about one another that no one else would know?

Emery knows that’s Heath blames himself for a lot of the misfortune that seems to surround him. There was the death of his mom, Kat, who died from the stress of giving birth to both Heather and Heath. And Heath ends up blaming himself for what had to Heather in the years that they had been apart, since his sister swooped placed with him, and Heath was the one who was supposed to be send to Glenbrooke.

Heath knows that Emery had a really tough life that has made her develop such a tough exterior.  She had getting pregnant at 17 and her father and family kicked her out. She had to raise her son on her own. Got a job at a seedy speakeasy. Then had to witness her sin murder before she was turned into a vampire. and the unknowingly dated the orchestrator of her son’s murder for years before finding out the truth and running away into hiding for 70 plus years.  

3. How does your OC greet their best friend in public?

Heath usually gives Em a warm smile and friendly wave since she only does hug when they are truly called for.

Emery doesn’t usually greet Heath, she just goes up to talk with him. Usually making him just out if his skin if he’s distracted if preoccupied.

8. How would your OC describe their best friend using three words to a stranger?

Emery about Heath: Anxious, Loyal, Hopeful

Heath about Emery: Forthright, Supportive, Guarded  

Thanks for the ask @chickypoodoodloos! I’m happy to get an ask about this odd couple friendship

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Sleeping Beauty (for Vincent and Beeyel!)

Sleeping Beauty -What is the worst possible curse your muse could face?

Beeyel: Either a loss in libido or being stripped of his demon hood. He’s too narcissistic to be concerned with anything else. As long as he’s hot and bangable, Beeyel can make his own fun

Vincent: Honestly, Vincent been through so much. He’s run away from his clan. Had his wings forcibly amputated before being murdered. Then was basically resurrected as the vengeful tutelar of Izolirn, which is what gave him his shadowy rage abilities and sullen attitude. Found out that his childhood friend was killed, fueling his rage powers even further. Ended up tricked into working for Beeyel. Outsmarted Beeyel to win his freedom, which responded in Beeyel trapping Vincent in Izolirn for 30 something years as retaliation. 

Really I already think of Vincent as being cursed. And he’s rolled pretty well with the punches so far. At this point, the only thing that could really get to him is if; I don’t know; if something horribly tragic were to happen to say,  H e a t h e r  ?  

Thanks for the asks @chickypoodoodloos​

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🎟 for Vincent~

My muse will tell a story from their childhood.

 Vincent looked up from his book. “You want to hear a story from my childhood?” He closed his book and started tapping the cover as he thought.    “That was not a particularly happy time for me. It was only made bearable by Annette. She was the only real friend I had growing up. She helped me significantly through the years I was privileged enough to know her. She taught me so much about this world.”    A subtle smile crossed his lips. “Don’t tell Heather this, but Annette maybe have been my original partner in crime. She would often rope me into some juvenile mischief from time to time. Nothing truly nefarious or wicked, just some innocent fun. I remember how we would nick apples and other things from the market stands and eat them around the corner as we would look at the shoppe windows.”    “Without her, I don’t think that I would be the person I am today. She was the first person who I ever got close to. She took me under her wing when I need someone the most, I could never thank her enough for that.”    Vincent started drumming his fingertips on the cover of his book. “I wish I could say that this story has a happy ending, but it doesn’t.”

Thanks for the ask @chickypoodoodloos

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I RATE YOUR BLOG BLESSED. You've created a rich, supernatural world filled with colorful, unique original characters -- each having their own stories and lore that effortlessly draw me in and leave me wanting to know more. BlessedBlessedBlessed. C:

I'm overwhelmed with joy to know that the way I write my characters and their stories leaves you wanting to know more about them. Thank you that means a lot!