#hellishtrickster

[oneandahalfwolf]

for @hellishtrickster, continued from [x]

Benkai’l stared as the large dragon moved its head towards them, grey eyes wide with awe and mouth open in a tiny ‘o’ as the scales on the massive creature's body shimmered different colours. They were so pretty. As were the golden eyes gazing down at them.

The wolf-kin tilted their head as she spoke, confused at her question, before they let out a small gasp of horror and shook their head vehemently.

“No, no, no, no,” they said quickly in that adamant way only a toddler could. “No’ scawy. Scawy!” They pointed at her leg towards her scales, indicating they had meant ‘scaly’ and not ‘scary’. Grey eyes looked back up as a lopsided and toothy grin broke over their face. “Scawy puppy no’ scawy, siwwy puppy.”

The child giggled at the absurdity of the very idea, but the sound soon turned into laboured coughing. Their face quickly went red as they struggled, the force of the wet hacking sending them onto their bony butt. The fit passed and they were able to somewhat breath again, though their short puffs were gasped and the air they sucked in rattled around their lungs before they wheezed it out.

They were exhausted. The wolf-kin couldn't begin to fathom how long it had been since the explosion. How long it had taken them to make the trek to the Moon Lady’s mountain top shrine. How long they had spent inside the secret cave that had opened for them. How long they had further travelled to get to the dragon’s cave. All they knew was that they were tired. That their muscles were aching and sore. That the palms of their hands and soles of their bare feet were covered in scratches and blisters from near constant walking or running in both forms. That the mild burns on their back and arms and legs from escaping the fire in the smithy still throbbed even now. That their once white undergarments that had been their fresh pyjamas were signed and scorched and torn, as was the teddy bear they held steady fast in a tiny fist. That they were cold and miserable and hungry.

And most of all, that they missed their Mama and Papa.

Grief rose fast as the dragon asked her second question at the same time that thought flitted through their head. Their bottom lip trembled as tears welled in their eyes, ears drooping as their tail curled against their leg. They shook their head again and dropped their head, hugging their stuffed bear tightly before burying their nose in the soft fur of its head.

[ineedmyfriendback]

Happy birthday @hellishtrickster !! I hope you're having a great day 🥳🥳🥳 have some tol sapphic/smol sapphic reverse au Missianna (bonus Thassa and Vesta cheering) 😄

[magaprima]

hellishtrickster replied to your post: More Lilith excepts from books: An avatar is an...

//People like Elizabeth I and Catherine the Great come to mind. There’s also Wu Zetian, but like that would depend on how you view hell, heaven and so on. Like if you view it through a Taoist, or Buddhist perspective then the Eastern hell, and celestial planes are separate to the West’s versions. So Lilith may view Asia as ‘not her territory’. Especially given Hariti is a very Lilith-like figure who is already there, and could claim to have been there longer. So that’s a perspective to consider.

I always love that sort of thing in mythology (especially when it’s used for fictional purposes so you can specify rules to suit) ; the idea of territories and different planes for different cultures etc. I was reading something today where it was talking about why the Ancient Greeks took on so many Gods from other cultures because they were polytheistic, but also felt their Gods were most important, but couldn’t deny there were other Gods worshipped in other places, so they were like ‘ah, these are just OTHER VERSIONS OF OUR GODS’, but, the book added, that dismisses the nuances of similar yet differing Gods. Like not every Goddess of Love is a version of Aphrodite, not every magical Goddess is Hecate etc. 

[respect-the-king]

//For the drabble meme if you’d like it. Amusement.

Send an emotion, and I’ll write a drabble about our muses

Both Crowley and his new acquaintance were laughing together about the hilarious quirks of Humanity. “No, really,” he insisted through laughter. “Every year, at the end of November, the whole population of America goes savage! They turn on each other like wild beasts! Pushing and shoving each other, trampling the fallen bodies like a stampede! It’s marvellous!” 

He sat back in his chair with a grin, his spirits having been lifted completely since before they started this conversation. “And it’s not even for a legitimately important reason, like stocking up on necessities for a storm or the looming threat of the Apocalypse. Oh no... It’s so they can buy material objects they don’t need, for less money than they usually would! I mean, who the bloody hell needs four iPads! Karen, apparently, and she’s willing to draw blood for it.” 

After pausing to take a drink of the whisky he’d been holding, he added, “They’re always shouting about Satan corrupting them like they didn’t make it easy for him...That’s the real reason I spend so much time Topside. Endless entertainment, for free? Priceless.”

[dangeroussdames]

§ @hellishtrickster from Talia Starter Call §

Blood pooled around the immortal’s feet as her opponent’s head rolled right off of the roof on which they had been battling. Letting out a slow breath she wiped a hand across her forehead; something which she regretted almost immediately as she felt the blood from her glove mingle with the sweat on her brow. With a little groan of frustration she looked herself over; she was utterly covered in blood. It had been a tough fight, and she realized with a sudden twinge that not all of it had been the blood of her adversary. 

Letting out a soft cry, Talia’s hand moved instinctively to the site of the wound; applying pressure to the side of her abdomen, she glanced around... this wasn’t going to be easy; she had to find a way to make it downstairs without drawing too much attention, and now that the adrenaline from the fight was wearing off , the pain was becoming increasingly intense. 

She took a few tentative steps; but quickly realized that much as she was loathe to rely on anyone but herself; she was going to need help this time. Besides; that was the point right? Learning to trust that someone had her back? It was something that Talia admittedly hadn’t been very good at as of yet; but perhaps now was as good a time as any. reaching into her inner coat pocket Talia withdrew her cellphone, quickly pulled up Orianna’s number and dialed it.

“Hey.... Errr.... Listen... so you know that thing you told me not to do alone? ya; wellllll I uh ---- I did it ... and now I ..... I could really use some help.....your help...”    

[hollowshadowwolf]

@hellishtrickster replied to your post: “one… more… reply…”:

//YOU GOT THIS BUDDY!!! I BELIEVE IN YOU! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

IT’S ALMOST 3AM AND I HAVE WORK IN THE MORNING BUT I AM SO DAMN CLOSE!

[askconstancehardbroom]

"Cat got your tongue?”

Hecate had been observing the Halloween celebrations from a distance, her face distinctly sour and unamused by the bustling scenery before her. A perceptive observer might see that her expressions were too exaggerated to be genuine. It was a mask that she hoped would hide her true sentiments. The truth of the matter was, Hecate still hadn’t recovered from the devastating ordeal of  reigniting the Academy’s Founding Stone.

It wasn’t just that Hecate had almost lost everything and everyone she truly cared about. On top of that, having been temporarily been emptied of her entire magical energies had made her show unprecedented weakness and vulnerability in front of everyone. She was still too fatigued to remember how much the girls had known or seen, but she felt it necessary to compensate for her earlier display of weakness by being extra salty about having to attend the ceremony.

Hecate was deep in thought when the young woman spoke to her, and it took her a while to register her words and that they were actually addressed at her. It wasn’t exactly as through people were usually lining up to make small-talk with her. When a quick look left and right confirmed that the woman was indeed talking to her, Hecate rose her eyebrows, partly annoyed to be interrupted, partly intrigued that someone dared to approach her when she had put on her most disgruntled face. 

Although they had barely spoken a private word with each other, Hecate remembered the woman from earlier dealings concerning the protection of the Academy, and she had earned Hecate’s respect as a dependable agent and an efficient fighter. Not many people could say that. Hecate wasn’t entirely displeased when she responded, nodding her head in greeting. “Excuse me, you were saying? Orianna, was it?”

[maidenxfthemxuntains]

The Defiant Little Slave (Orianna)

hellishtrickster

This particular raid had gone well for Orianna’s coven. As one of the higher ups, she had to say that she was proud of the younger vampires. Although it still bewildered many of them that she was over a thousand years old; and still had no progeny.

Her heavy leather boots were almost silent against the wooden floors. The only sound she made was the slight tapping of her rapier against her breast plate. It was a curiosity of her coven. They combined the best of old traditions and new innovations. It was why her coven lived in an old castle that had modern and ancient features. Not to mention the electricity that the humans had newly implemented in the last five years. Humans were truly worth more than they were given credit for.

Orianna paused in her wandering. She hadn’t found anything of value yet, for her raiding prize. But now she could hear a pulse. It sounded a little odd, but definitely human. She opened the door, and found a young woman on a stone floor. She only had a t shirt on with no sleeves. Orianna could the various injuries on her person. The stench of sex and blood was strong in here. It took Orianna some effort to keep her fangs sheathed. But she didn’t want to harm this human girl. She’d already been made a blood slave, Orianna didn’t want to hurt her further.

She took off her black coat. The tails of it finished just before her ankles. She crept forward holding the coat out for the human to take.

“Hello, sweetheart. My name is Orianna. My coven and I just raided the out of control nest here. You’ve nothing to be afraid of. I’d like to make you well, and free you. Please, feel free to take my coat. It’s my offer of good intentions.”

At first she backed up, not wanting the woman to be close to her. Panic crept up in her chest as the woman walked forward. Asta wasn’t sure what to think at first, not when she spoke. Especially when she took her coat off, Asta wasn’t sure if she should take it. The first thing that pops in her head was if this was a trick. If it was just another ploy to get her to do what they want without a fight.

There was defiance in her eyes as she looked at the coat than at the woman. “Is this a trick?” Her voice sounded raw, from screaming and yelling. Little water made it scratching, it was an unflattering combination. Her body started to ache from being tensed up so badly.

She wouldn’t relax, because she couldn’t trust anyone at this point. Would she be another slave, or was she telling the truth? Asta didn’t know and she didn’t know what to do. “Please don’t let this be a trick.” She said aloud in her raspy voice as her shaky hand takes the coat. She was cold and the coat looked inviting. Standing up on weak legs, she carefully puts the coat on.