I've not found any yet so here's my shot at one right before October starts!
💭 Daydreamtober 💭
(or really daydream[insertanymonthhere])
Honestly this is just the same as any other art challenge: write, draw, collage, do whatever you please! Skip prompts, mix them, finish late, start early, as you wish! Just have fun and don't overwork yourself 💟
There is one consistent location in my paracosms that shows up time and time again. That being, RoseWood Manor. I have made a post talking about it, though it’s a bit old and slightly outdated, so consider this a re-introduction of sorts.
OVERVIEW
RoseWood Manor was built in the late 1600s for a wealthy vampire by the name of Richard Irvine. To assist in managing the house, Richard employed Emory Warwick and Myriam Travers. This proved to be a horrible mix, as the two quickly caught on that something wasn’t right with the house or their boss. Unfortunately, they ended up turning their suspicion on each other, leading Emory to become a cat and Myriam to become a poltergeist.
With those two out of commission, Richard continued to employ anyone who was willing to work for him over the years. Most were merely servants, tending to the various guests the manor had and making sure it didn’t fall into disrepair.
Due to the nature of his job — nobody truly knows what he does — Richard has to travel frequently, causing him to leave the manor in the care of a handful of trusted employees. The current caretaker of the manor is Daniel Hayward, with assistance from Emory Warwick.
The manor’s location is…questionable. To sum up, it varies. Not like it actually teleports — I don’t think so, anyway — it just…exists in a lot of places at once. Notable locations include:
Earth IV [Florida, USA]
Arcadia [Dustlosa, Nidre, Verona]
Earth I [Tulgey Wood, Heart Kingdom]
LAYOUT
On the surface, RoseWood’s layout is nothing special. It is your typical old mansion, complete with a basement, three floors, and an attic. Also on the property is a greenhouse, pool (with an accompanying pool house), stables, and an infirmary. Of course, renovations have been made, and this was built for a vampire, after all.
Note that some rooms have been assigned different purposes over time.
Basement: Divided into two layers. Layer 1, the lower part, is hidden from most residents. It is full of old torture equipment. Layer 2, the upper part, is the layer that is accessible to all residents. It’s a normal basement, and where the laundry room is located.
Floor 1 [Necessities]: Includes the lobby, dining room, kitchen, living room, training room, and a half-indoor pool that leads outside.
Floor 2 [Rooms]: Where most bedrooms are located. All rooms have a built-in bathroom. Other than that, there isn’t really anything special here.
Floor 3 [Entertainment]: Full of paranormal activity, which is unfortunate as this is where most of the entertainment is. Includes a music room, office, med bay, library, art gallery, and an investigation room.
Attic: An oddly normal attic. I mean, there’s probably weird ass shit up there, but the space itself isn’t anything special.
TERRORS
As if RoseWood wasn’t a nightmare enough, there are also “Terrors”: supernatural occurrences that cannot otherwise be explained. They also can’t be avoided or prevented.
Shifts: Every night the layout of the house changes. It’s usually small differences, often feeling like you just went down the wrong hallway. Sometimes, though, rooms will change floors completely, leaving guests lost and confused. It is recommended you do not leave your room past 11:00 PM.
Mirrors: If you look into a mirror for a long period of time (the exact time seems to vary/is unknown), then there’s a large chance of getting possessed or accidentally creating a Doppelganger. Said Doppelganger will then try to kill you and take your place.
Rain: Sometimes it will rain blood. Thankfully, this only happens during a blood moon, so it’s not as bad as the others.
Woods: The surrounding woods are full of various dangerous fauna and flora. They can mostly be avoided by staying on set paths and knowing where you’re going. Still, it's best not to wander too far.
RESIDENTS
Due to its nature, RoseWood has many rotating residents that largely depend on the time and location. However, there are a few that are tied to the place, whether they like it or not.
Emory Warwick: Mysterious stray cat that somehow knows everything.
Delilah Warwick: Emory’s sister. Haunts RoseWood as a ghost.
Myriam Travers: Poltergeist that haunts RoseWood’s mirrors.
Claude, Cyril, Céleste Aydelotte: Siblings that worked for Richard in the 1790s. The twins (Cyril & Céleste) died, then later drove their brother to insanity. All three haunt RoseWood as spirits, Claude as a ghost & the twins as poltergeists.
Willow Murphy & Connor Wolfe: Ghost girl & cannibalistic werewolf that live in the surrounding woods.
Summary: Detective Jackson Dunlop visits Nevermore in prison, but he doesn't seem to learn much from his unwilling interviewee...
Warnings/Tags: Mentions of killing/death, brief vague allusion to sexual assault, and insinuation of character death
Word Count: 1,344
[TAPE START]
JD: This is Detective Jackson Dunlop visiting convicted serial killer, Nevermore Grimes, in Alcatraz Penitentiary. Please state your full name for the record.
NG: …You just did.
JD: [Sighs] I realize this, but I need a record of you pronouncing your own name.
NG: No need. You did fine.
JD: Look, the sooner you follow interview record protocol, the sooner we can get this over with. Wouldn’t you want that?
NG: [Groans] I’m Nevermore Grimes. Happy now?
JD: Very. Do you know why I’m here, Nevermore?
NG: To bother me?
JD: [Chuckles] Close, but not quite. I’ve come to grow fascinated by the connections in your cases, and I wished to study the woman behind them a little more closely. After three attempts, I finally got the clearance for this interview with you.
NG: [Dryly] Lucky me.
JD: Growing tired of my visit already?
NG: I was tired from the moment they pulled me from my cell for this bullshit.
JD: I deeply apologize. I had assumed there was nothing too interesting for me to be interrupting.
NG: Asshole.
[Papers rustle]
JD: Let’s get on with my questions, so I don’t keep you from your glamorous prison life, then.
NG: Mock me all you want, but I’m not answering your stupid questions.
JD: Won’t you humor me?
NG: Wasn’t my “glamorous prison life” enough humor for you?
JD: Nevermore, please. Why don’t you start by telling me about your upbringing?
NG: Hm… Let’s see… I was born… then I was raised… with a family… in a house… in a neighborhood… in a town.
JD: Care to elaborate… anywhere?
NG: No.
JD: [Sighs] You’re proving to be a tricky one.
NG: You’re proving to be obnoxiously nosy.
JD: Alright, fine. We’ll stick to the more directly relevant questions.
NG: Or you can skip all of your questions and get the fuck out.
JD: Aren’t you a ray of sunshine.
[Papers rustling]
JD: Among your personal belongings, investigators found a list of your victims’ names, each crossed off, among a list of names of those who were still alive, not crossed off. Would I be correct in assuming this was a sort of “hit list”? Were those who weren’t crossed off your next targets?
NG: [Sarcastically] Wow, detective. You cracked the case. How long did it take you to figure that one out?
JD: [Mutters] I’m just being thorough…
JD: [Clears throat] Alright, so you had a hit list. But, why? Why did you do it?
NG: I’m pretty sure the stupid name all those news outlets gave me pretty much encompasses my usual theme.
JD: No, no! I’m not asking why you chose them. I’m asking why you did all of this! Why you kept pushing, even with the law opposing you! Why? Why did you choose this life, even when it led you here?
NG: …
JD: Nevermore…
NG: You wanna know my motive? That it, huh?
NG: How honorable of you to want to study me like some pathetic animal! You think I’m some poor traumatized little girl who made some bad choices in her life, don’t you? Well, guess what? You’re wrong. I had a normal fucking life! I’m just like this.
NG: But you know what happened next? I grew the fuck up, and I watched the unfair shit this little system of yours pulled on people just like you. You think you’re different from the rest of your gun-carrying counterparts? You’re just as corrupt, if not worse, prying into people’s lives and then leaving the dirty work of locking them up to somebody else. You’re worse than a cop. You’re a pussy.
NG: You thrive in a system where the innocent get put away while the most disgusting of human beings are free to run around harming those you didn’t get to yet. I’m not a charity case, I’m a bitch on a mission, and I won’t stop until I’ve eradicated all of the walking shitstains your system benefits.
JD: “Justice Incarnate”. That’s what your notes say, right? You call yourself Justice Incarnate. Do you see yourself as more righteous than the people on that list of yours?
NG: Yes. Not because I’m a good person, but because it’s not that hard to be a better person than those wastes of space.
JD: I see… And you despise the legal system, from what I gather?
NG: I hate everything about it. I want to burn it to the ground and spit on the ashes.
JD: Mmhmm…
NG: …Are you afraid of me, detective?
JD: Why would I be afraid of you?
NG: Because I want to dismantle the system that gave you your comfortable little life.
JD: Well, I’m not particularly afraid of you. I deal with people of your standing every day.
NG: You mean, the criminally insane?
JD: I don’t believe you are. I think you may be misguided.
NG: Misguided or not, I won’t stop.
JD: I know… That’s why you have to stay here, for a very long time.
NG: We’ll see about that.
[Long silence]
NG: …Can I ask you a question?
JD: [Chuckle] I thought I was the detective here, huh?
NG: Humor me.
JD: Alright, I’ll bite. What is it?
NG: Towards the beginning of your little recording, you said this was your third attempt at getting ahold of me.
JD: That stuck with you?
NG: Yeah, well, consider my memory good.
NG: …But, why? Why did you fight so hard to talk to me? You coulda walked away the first time, you know. It’s not like I’m part of an active investigation right now- [Handcuffs rattle] -especially stuck in here. So, why?
JD: Like I said, your case fascinates me. I want to understand how your mind works. It’s not often that someone so young is compelled to act so radically on a whim, but I was wrong about you. It looks like you’re operating on a belief system years in the making. You put a lot of thought into this.
NG: You’ve thought about me a lot, huh?
JD: [Laughs] Maybe.
NG: …Is that because you found your name on my list?
[Long silence]
JD: …What?
NG: Don’t play dumb. You’re the detective in the room, after all. I recognized your name the moment you said it. Jackson Dunlop. I know all about you. I know all about your abuse of your power. I know all about your missing wife. That’s why you’re one of my targets.
[Long silence]
NG: But, you knew that. That’s why you’re here, and that’s why you’re asking me all these questions. You wanna learn about me because you wanna survive me. Well, lemme tell you something… I’m not giving you shit. And the moment I get out of this hellhole, I’m coming for you, and I’ll thoroughly enjoy the thrill of sliding my blade across your throat and letting you choke and writhe to death in a pool of your own making. And if you somehow find the breath to beg me for mercy, I’ll put a hole in your skull, and only then will you feel the sweet release of death.
[Long silence]
NG: …Are you afraid of me, now, detective?
JD: [Voice wavering] I- I think our little meeting here is over-
[Click]
[TAPE END]
Post-Transcript Notes: Nevermore escaped the penitentiary two weeks after the recording of this file. Detective Dunlop also went missing within the hour, but not before marking this file for deletion. An investigation was launched for the missing detective, though the investigators who’ve listened to this tape stand to reason they know exactly what happened to him. It would seem Justice Incarnate has struck again…
Short little thing about Emory and how RoseWood haunts him as much as he haunts it. Not proof read or edited </3
RoseWood Manor is haunted. Anyone who spent more than five minutes in the place could figure that out. Those who stayed longer, the more permanent residents — one would be correct in assuming that they were the reason for most of the manor’s haunts.
Majority were only Ghosts. Poor Souls who somehow died in the manor, forever wandering its halls in search of an exit.
Others were stronger: Poltergeists. None knew more fame than Myriam — Mary, as the public now knew her. Haunting mirrors instead of the halls, she quickly earned a reputation for being violent, with those that summoned her ending up with gruesome deaths.
Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary. Emory couldn’t help but chant her name every time he walked past a mirror. Not that he would ever say it out loud, of course. Talking to Myriam did nothing but upset him. And even if he did wish to speak with her, finding a mirror his height was exceedingly difficult. He often had to jump onto the bathroom counter or find someone’s vanity to check his fur. Neither of which he did often. Not anymore.
When he first got turned into a cat, all those centuries ago, Emory was near obsessed with gazing at his reflection. Hours were spent just looking at himself, dissecting his appearance detail by detail. His whole body soft and squishy. Far more flexible — that took some time to get used to. As did walking on all fours. Going from a human to cat body was…an adjustment, to say the least. Now, Emory found himself with the opposite problem: if he were to gain a human body now, he’d have a hard time refamiliarizing himself with all the bells and whistles that form would contain.
But his newfound enjoyment of mirrors came to a close end. Like all things, it was Myriam’s fault. One too many times has she caught Emory off guard whilst he was trying to groom himself…Such things were better left to someone more qualified.
Unfortunately such a person was hard to find due to RoseWood’s ever-revolving residents. Daniel did what he could, as did Richard on the rare occasion he visited.
But there was always Delilah.
His dear little sister also haunted the manor’s grounds. Emory tried to avoid her, though unlike Myriam it was not out of hatred: it was out of guilt. He couldn’t protect her. He was too reckless, and thanks to his actions, his sister was killed.
Emory could never decide if her memory issues were a blessing or curse.
A blessing, for she didn’t have to remember the pain of dying. Didn’t have to remember Myriam’s betrayal of them both. Didn’t have to remember how Emory failed her.
A curse, for he couldn’t talk to her. She did not remember who he was, not fully, and couldn’t comprehend what she meant to him. She no longer remembered their parents, what it was like when they died. How Emory tried to care for her afterwards.
There were rare times where Delilah would say something, do something, or even just had this look to her — and for a moment it felt like his sister was with him again.
But then the moment would pass, and it was just another Ghost looking at the strange cat inhabiting RoseWood Manor.
And yet, despite all of this, she still sang while she brushed his fur, just like she did when he let her help him get ready for church.
If someone had told Emory back then that he would be living in a haunted house as a cat, he wouldn’t have believed them. Not that he would be blamed. A haunted house is one thing. Being turned into a cat due to your own arrogance was another. Combining the two seemed impossible. Here he was, however, amongst the poor lost Souls that were now forced to live within the manor’s walls.
Emory supposed that he, too, could be considered a lost Soul, in a way. He was no longer in his original body. The manor was the closest thing to a home he had now. There was no family to mourn him — Delilah hardly remembered and Myriam took great pleasure in boasting about what she had done to him. The only difference between him and the other residents was that he’s a cat, free to leave RoseWood’s grounds in search of something better.
Though Emory knew — as did all the Spirits — that he would wind up back within the manor’s walls sooner or later. He could leave for as long as he’d like, but he’d always haunt RoseWood.
There was nowhere else he could truly go, after all.
│ 🌫️ PARAS ❞ gaz dellacroy, natalia dellacroy, oscar dellacroy, irene dellacroy, seth dellacroy, luciana potenza, harley dellacroy, rowan dellacroy
│ 🌫️ PARACOSM ❞ eternal labyrinth
│ 🌫️ WORD COUNT ❞ 1,444
╰──────────── 🤍
Was gonna write about Cali meeting Rowan’s family for the first time, BUT it would’ve been a little complicated. The joys of having your paras go to an alternate reality for fun. THEN it was gonna be more infodumpy. And now it’s just a one shot of Seth acquiring a small child.
Technically a rewrite, since I did write about this scenario before, but that was back when Egyptian & Norse mythology was still part of this paracosm and obviously things have changed since then.
You know the drill. Not proof read or edited.
Seth knew he was in trouble when his parents called for him. Not serious trouble, hopefully, but trouble nonetheless. He swallowed, trying to push away the knot forming in his stomach. He was a grown man. For all he knew, his parents were just announcing that they were moving to the countryside.
Satisfied with the thought that their summoning of him probably had something to do with their retirement, Seth opened the door perhaps a little too eagerly, given what actually ended up being on the other side.
There were his parents, naturally, sitting next to each other. His brother, Oscar, and his wife, Irene. Harley, their son, was notably absent, though as he was only two, they probably opted for a sitter instead.
In the middle of the couch was Luciana.
It had been more than a couple months since he had seen her last. Really, he should’ve been more concerned that he hadn’t heard from her as of late. Then again, the two never had consistent contact with each other. Seth was sure he wasn’t Luciana’s only sexual partner.
“What are you doing here?” He asked. Luciana adjusted the ball of cloth she was holding. It was then that he realized — “Is that a baby?!”
Luciana gave a nervous look to Natalia, who returned with a glare before sighing and turning to Seth. “Yes. Luciana has reason to believe it’s your child.”
Seth wished he was sitting down. He should’ve moved to do so, but all he could do was stand there with a blank look on his face. “What.”
His mother raised her hand to stop him from saying more. “Nothing is confirmed yet. We will do a DNA test, and if the results say that you are the child’s father, then—”
Oscar cut their mother off, throwing a packet onto the table. “He is. I already checked.”
Natalia glared at him. “I told you, we were going to wait until—”
“I’m a detective, Mom. I had to know.”
“Don’t blame him,” Gaz said. “I asked him too.”
Before Natalia could scold both of them, their words finally sunk in for Seth. “Wait, you knew?!” He glared at Luciana. “You thought you had my child and you went to my parents?!”
Luciana shrunk, averting his gaze. “I wasn’t sure how you’d react. You always avoided the topic of having a family.”
“Yeah, a family with you.” Seth spat out.
“Enough!” Natalia exclaimed, regaining control of the room. “What’s done is done. Seth, honey, sit down. You look like you’re about to faint and I’d rather you have a short fall if that’s true.” Seth did as he was told, choosing to sit as far away as he could from Luciana.
Gods, he knew he should’ve been more careful when fooling around with her. He knew it. It was always in the back of his mind: wear protection, make sure she was taking birth control. But neither were the type to be cautious about anything. Maybe that’s why they never progressed farther than friends with benefits. Not that Seth minded, the benefits were enough for him. He didn’t particularly care for that lovey-dovey couple shit most chased after their whole lives.
Natalia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I think questions are in order.” Luciana looked offended, and opened her mouth to say something before Natalia continued. “No. You kept my son’s child and my grandchild a secret. If you wanted privacy, you wouldn’t have come to us.”
Luciana seemed to accept this. Long enough for Seth to ask the one question his mind could think of right now: “Why didn’t you just…”
“Get rid of it?” He nodded and she shrugged. “Realized too late. Gestation period is different for Halflings. It only took four months for me. By the time I realized, he was halfway cooked.”
Seth’s eyes softened. “It’s a boy?”
“I haven’t named him yet. I thought—” She looked up at him. Somehow, Seth felt bad that there were tears forming in her eyes. “I thought maybe you’d have a name in mind.”
“If I had time to think about bringing a child into this world, I might even have several. We can — I’ll decide on a name later. After you’ve explained yourself.”
Luciana scoffed. “What else is there to know?! I got pregnant and had your son. That’s the full story.”
“You didn’t say why you came back,” Irene piped up. She had barely said a word, aside from the occasional whisper to Oscar. “While I’m sure we…appreciate you telling us, there must be a reason for doing so.”
She blinked. “Ah, haha,” laughing awkwardly, she looked around the room. “Isn’t wanting my sweet boy to know his dad enough?”
“No,” Seth said. “If you really didn’t want him, you would’ve given him up for adoption. Or, I dunno, figured out a way to abort him.”
Luciana closed her eyes and sighed. “Fine. I want you to take him. And, y’know, some money.”
There it was. Good ol’ Luciana.
“Hang on,” Gaz said. “What do you mean ‘take care of him’? And where’s this talk about money coming from?”
“Since I found out so late, I didn’t have a lot of time to prepare. I’m low on funds due to medical bills and needing to pay some friends back.” She paused. “As for ‘take care’...I—I don’t want this baby. I never wanted to be a mother.
Seth laughed. “Money. Typical. Is that why you didn’t get rid of him? So he could be a bargaining chip?”
“No, I—”
“Save it. I know you, Luciana. You only care about yourself.”
She shifted in her seat. “Th—which is why I can’t take care of him…?”
“Are you serious?!” Seth yelled. Oscar put a hand on his arm, perhaps a touch too firmly to keep him on the couch. Seth was thankful, for he felt ready to leap over and slap her.
“Please,” she pleaded. “I can’t take care of a kid.”
“And I can?!” Seth snapped. “Luciana, you can’t just throw this on someone!” She looked down at the child, avoiding Seth’s glare. He sighed, running a hand through his hair to try and calm himself. A hard task, it seemed. His mind could barely form a coherent thought.
Thankfully, his mother seemed to have thought this through already. “Luciana. You understand that if you give the child to us, you won't see him again?” Luciana blinked. “If you stay, then you and Seth would have to work out a custody agreement. We are willing to work with you on that. Gaz and I will even provide funding for you to repay your debts. But if — and only if — you stay and take responsibility.”
The room was quiet for a while. Luciana looked to Seth, as if to plead with him. He just glared at her. She looked down at their — his son. Seth knew the child was solely his when Luciana sighed. Her slowly moving to put the infant in Natalia’s arms was only confirmation.
She didn’t say anything as she left the room.
Oscar and Irene politely excused themselves, their presence as moral support no longer needed. Part of Seth wished they stayed. Maybe then this moment wouldn’t feel so…real.
“Save it,” he said when his mother looked at him. “I know what you’re thinking. I don’t want to hear it.”
Natalia hummed. “Well, if you already know what I want to say, then there’s no point in repeating it. Would you like to hold him?”
“Gonna have to at some point.” Seth mumbled, switching seats so he was closer to them.
Babies always looked relatively the same to Seth. They were small and wrinkly, with smushed faces and minimal defining features. And yet, there was something oddly endearing about the one he was currently holding. Maybe because he had some of Seth’s DNA, and Seth was, naturally, a handsome man. But as far as babies go, he didn’t mind staring at this one a little longer.
“I know it’s still sudden, but do you have a name in mind?” His mother asked. “It doesn’t have to be permanent. We can change it when all the paperwork is filed properly. But just for tonight, I’d like him to have a name.”
Seth thought, staring at his child’s unopened eyes. He never thought about having children. Thinking of names for someone that would likely never exist seemed like a waste of time. “Rowan sounds nice,” he said aloud. His parents nodded in approval.
He looked down at his son. At Rowan. “That was probably the easiest decision I’ll ever be able to make with you, isn’t it?”
Chris exhaled smoke, watched it join the already heavy clouds in the Cigar Bar and promised himself to stop eating for a while.
It always took some time to break that particulate routine. After years of living among the same group of people, living their kind of life, it gets easy to ignore that the food of the living tasted like dry ash to a vampire.
Yet, without fail, after leaving another settled life behind, he would find himself in a situation like this again. With uneaten food and no motivation to pretend.
He put the fork next to what was surely a lovely Whiskey-Chocolate Cake, took another drag of his Zigarillo and checked his phone.
Message read. No answer. Great.
Leaning back into the corner seat Chris exhaled once more. Breath, as opposed to food, was something he refused to give up on. Sure he didn't need to breathe, knew that people generally assumed you did and wouldn’t check if that assumption was right unless prompted. It would also cut down on how often Bry'aven had to remind him that he certainly was not running out of air during training.
But it also meant giving up another remnant of life and Chris had too many of those taken from him already.
The Bar room was dimly lit, which would not have been much of a sightbarrier for the vampire, if the heavy smoke hadn't put him right back on the same playing field as all the other patrons. Which was nice.
Less nice was recognizing the figure coming straight at him, cutting through the smoke like a ghost here to haunt him. With the swagger of someone who got past the bouncer while wearing ripped pants, a band T-Shirt form a different Galaxy and a Blazer that did not fit. At all.
Shal didn't even greet Chris. Instead gal nonchalantly plopped into the seat right next to him, throwing a still sealed cigar next to Chris' Zigarillos in a way that felt like competition.
"Your Boyfriend forwarded your message."
"To you?", Chris tried to not sound too exasperated.
"No", Shal answered with a chuckle: "Zitrell is busy, but sends regards."
So he got passed along twice. Great.
Not that he didn't deserve it. He was lucky that Mako followed him off the Colony Ship even after having revealed that he had only pretended to be alive for their entire relationship. And also that he actually was the cold smooth opposite of an anthro fox. And well, shattering their entire understanding of the universe.
Readjustment periods sucked no matter what part you were in.
As he put out his smoke, Chris thought about leaving. Leave Shal with the bill and find a new place to be miserable in. Then again, he didn't know where else to go which is how he ended up in here to begin with.
Instead he lit another Zigarillo and handed Shal's Cigar back to lym with a dry: "I don't want to talk."
They spent the rest of their stay wordless. Watching the smoke clouds grow ever thicker and listening to the muffled conversations of people that didn't matter.
When I first saw this prompt I thought “dinner party”, and originally I wasn’t going to do anything with that because that was the extent of my ideas. But then I remembered that cannibalism was a thing. So. Here’s a list of all my cannibal paras.
Not all of them consume human flesh, some just drink blood (aka Vampires). Technically most of these guys aren’t cannibals because they aren’t 100% Human. Alice Rose, Thomas Blanc, and Abigail Blanc are probably the only ones here that fit the true/traditional meaning of the word. But then again, they do kinda just. eat people in general so…🤔
Also, there’s a certain level of acceptance towards cannibalism in my paracosms. There’s an understanding on both Earth I & Arcadia that some species need to eat others in order to survive. The only ones who get any flack for this are Connor (as he lives on Earth 6) and everyone in MaaC (though, Harlow, Ghost, and Salem argue that they're not human & shouldn't be thought of as such). Oh, and the AM Crew, I guess, but they’re lab experiments so maybe they get some more leeway idk 🤷
idk where to put this but the Harts only drink animal blood but are still in fact Vampires and fully capable & willing to drink human blood if need be. The only reason they don’t do it more often is because Earth I is 99% animals.
PHANTASMAGORIA
Connor Wolfe [Crossfire]
Lazarus Banner [Assembled Monsters]
Khole Banner [Assembled Monsters]
Lorelai Banner [Assembled Monsters]
Richard Irvine [The Arcane Files]
MAD AS A CROW
Ghost Crowley [In All My Dreams I Drown]
Alice Rose [A World of My Own, In All My Dreams I Drown]
