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"In the end all will belong to me, it's only a matter of time."
✔ gore ( notes please! )
✔ smut ( notes please! )
✔ lit and script
✔ ocs, crossovers
✔ aus
✖ pedophilia/bestiality
✖ killing without permission
✖ mary-sues
✖ main accounts
✖ forced shipping
✖ Trolling/Disrespect of others on profile
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Cursed Abomination. eyyyy. since you faved that journal i'm assuming you want a starter of smol! Maria when she wasn't a total psychopath? : D
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Cursed Abomination. here you go! smol! Maria from the times she wasn't a pyromaniac psychopath XD
Pitter patter sounds of bare feet echoed in the vast hallway: Maria had once more disappeared from her parents sight and the little girl was wandering aimlessly. Her parents had decided to stop by Zehor and brought Maria along to get to be social at least. Well, that was the plan but luck was not on her family's side since the eldest daughter of the Stoleo's gave them the slip. Humming a rather ritualistic tune in her throat, she carried on with her exploration. The entities within her stirred faintly, at first concerned for their' host's spontaneous behavior but soon ceased their worries once it was determined that it was not likely harm was possible here.
The child's golden eyes, one hidden behind a thick bang of obsidian hair, scanned the area as she continued on, almost having a sort of glowing effect in the shadows of the corridor. Her ritualistic humming and walking halted when she sensed a nearby presence in the corridor and it was coming her way. A curious humming noise made it's way past her lips, her mind on slight alert. Foregoing the need to walk slowly, she silently ducked behind a nearby statue.
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[ have fun with your demon possessed child ]
Caiden was roaming around the zehor kingdom because he's grown accustomed to traveling to different kingdoms mostly because he found it rather entertaining and finding different thing's they might sell here was always intriguing, His sister maria always told that this was her least favorite kingdom and he wanted to know why.
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[ when your adoption goes awry.
jk ]
The king had chosen to dismiss guards and servants alike; as well as wife and children. He needed time to himself to recollect his thoughts and feelings on the matters at hand. He found the marital alliances rather petty. But he saw opportunities with both. He felt frustration with his eldest daughter. She would be marrying the eldest prince of abaea; but she preferred female company. It was rather distasteful in his eyes. As he weaved his wave through the crowds; he noticed a boy. The boy had an air about him. He recognized this boy rather quickly from meetings with Sebeth. It was one of the princes. Approaching the boy he offers him a smile. "Ah, if it is not the erm youngest prince of Sebeth?" He replies with a smirk creasing his lips.
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[ rip ]
The young prince looked at the taller male and puts both his hands behind his back, He was pretty sure this was the king of zehor and he definitely was impressed of what he's seeing and he could already tell he'd have a wonderful conversation with the king. " Yes, that's me... I'm Caiden Sotelo..and you're the king of zehor correct? "
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Curiosity: it is an impulsive feeling even those who believe themselves in control cannot resist. The anticipation of discovering the truth of something once unknown is far too great a sensation to ignore. Sneaking within the library, only one lit candle in hand, Catarina braves the vast narrow halls in search of the forbidden literary works only meant for her father's eyes. She remembers the rumors from her elder siblings of there being something magical hidden in this location. Naturally the princess is aware their words are merely playful and not fully unreliable, however they did hold some truth after secretly eavesdropping on conversations between her father and the woman referred to as queen. As her bare feet shuffle against the cool tile floor her ears perk at the delicate drops of rain knocking at the elongated windows. Tap. Tap. Tap. The drops bring a forewarning message of a brewing storm on the horizon. "A storm? I hope the skies shall not wail and howl to awaken all..." Catarina mutters to herself. To be caught wandering alone, sticking her nose where it does not belong, now will prove to be an embarrassment at someone her age. One would expect it from someone no less than eight.
Pale fingers brush against the hard covers of books tightly packed like sardines on the shelves to guide her forward where the small dancing flame cannot illuminate. Curious blue eyes scan every newly revealed case, tile, wall, but nothing of any significance appears. Delving in deeper only leads to a dead end much to the princess' dismay. As she is about to sight in defeat, now feeling foolish for pursuing nonsense, her observant eye catches the flame being pulled east by an unseen force. Her hope briefly ignites. Catarina eagerly pursues the beckoning of this mysterious gravitation only to be met by yet another wall identical to all the others or so she initially thought. Thump. Thump. Thump! Footsteps can be heard from the other side and they grew loud, loud as a lion's growl. With one quick blow against the flame it withers away, leaving Catarina alone in the darkness save for the company of raindrops. She hides her small frame in the crevice of a bookshelf hugging the corner of the room silently.
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[ tol king meeting this smol evil child ]
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*coughs* oh look an adoption event.
*adopts smol child*
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*is now the legal father of Caiden*
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"So I've decided I don't want to be your daughter in law."
"And you can't force me."
"Bye."
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"That's alright, I wouldn't subject my son to a life with the likes of you anyway.
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"Ha. I'm awesome. You people are just scum. Bye felicia."
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"Scuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum."
"And wash your hair, it looks really nasty."
//She literally is rude
//and she is not sorry
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ll keeps ignoring her
ll what a rude lil child
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//thinks about whether or not to set him on fire: the urge is quite tempting
//you'd be rude too if Zehor sent someone to try and kill you
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ll no one from the royal family tried to have her assassinated.
Like why would they?
ll they're in alliance with sebeth soooo
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//Perhaps it could be a warning: don't betray zehor or worse will happen kind of thing
//Sebeth only has a slight alliance, not like the alliance that Abaea and yilalith have really.
//Though true: why would the royal family send someone to assassinate her, if she ends up sacrificing the poor sap to her entities. they gotta eat too you know lmao
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{ even if the alliance is slight the marriages would strengthen it and Severin probably would want a decent ally. I just don't think it was the royal family especially since she'd be marrying the heir to the throne.
O 3 O
So perhaps it was someone else in zehor someone she may have wronged? Perhaps it wasn't even zehor but someone claiming to be to cause tension?
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(( I highly doubt, given her personality she'd want to be an ally to him. Though if it isn't the royal family it would most likely be someone else. I doubt she wronged someone in Zehor unless...i dunno she threatened the vampire population with garlic lmao.
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[ ooc ]
DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"Child..."
"I mean son...."
[ he's such a bad dad. omg.
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i. Wary eyes shifted about to scan the crowded room, filled with various members of royalty in each kingdom and anyone of high ranking that worked for their government. August held a drink in his hand though untouched. His stomach churned with worry just being in the kingdom of Zehor. Occasionally the kingdoms would host meetings and this time it was agreed upon to be held at Zehor. Considering Yilalith's alliance lied with Abaea, Zehor's enemy, he was anything but pleased with the decision. Even so he had put on a positive mask as he interacted with the others. The least he could do was represent his kingdom in a good manner.
ii. August had slunk away from the crowds and retreated to one of the corners. He leaned against the wall, one hand tucked into his pocket while the other swirled his glass. The anticipation to get out was now clear on his face. But upon noticing the other approach, August quickly attempted to obscure his worry with a welcoming smile. He lifted himself from the wall and straightened his posture. As if things couldn't have gotten any worse- the last thing he wanted was to interact with the king of Zehor himself. They had only spoken briefly on a few occasions but it felt more intense being in a one on one conversation. "Ah, Severin, it's quite a lovely place you have here. And I believe we've never really formerly met. I'm afraid politics can get time consuming, I never get the time to converse with the other royalty."
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Smile. Tfw you wanted an uncle for christmas but got an EVIL MAN
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Be Prepared.
he's gonna get recoded. But he's about to become your dad.
Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.
- Love Your Shit of A Dad.
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Smile. AN EVIL DAD?
WHY DONT YOU LOVE US PAPI
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Be Prepared. Oh but I do love you...
My precious little pawns. I mean children. :'D
- pets - shhh come to papa....
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Smile. -sobs while being petted-
daddy pls
we just want your affection :^(
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Be Prepared. Well the best way to earn it, is to do exactly what I say no matter how cruel, inhumane, dangerous etc it may be.
he's such an asshole. Deep down he really does love his kids.
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Smile. Good thing Ethan is an obedient son 👍: 0 ⏩: 1
Be Prepared.Good. That may spare him XD
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"Can you hear my voice?" A worried feminine voice calls out to the unconscious male laid out on the forest's ground. Lorellia gently taps at the side of Severin's face hoping for some form of a reaction beyond the rise and fall of his chest from each breath. "Will you not open your eyes?" Delicate fingers brush stray raven locks from the stranger's face revealing sharp, dark features uncharacteristic for inhabitants of Yilalith. Gold eyes travel from his pale visage, practically glowing against the faint sunlight, to the male's attire. Wrapped in luxurious robes decorated with the finest jewels is telling of status far beyond working class. Seldom did wealthy men or women dare to traverse the forest as their time is best employing others to do so. Why is this one different? Perhaps this is his gambit? Even in this human's harmless state doubt remains strong in her heart towards these creatures. Within seconds they may be quick to betray or prove worthy actors in the name of deception. It is too cruel. Yet, Lorellia feels compelled to stay by Severin's side until he awakens to ensure the male's safety.
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( BEAUTIFUL! GORGEOUS! AMAZING!
THREE ADJECTIVES WHICH DESCRIBE UR OC !! )
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[ ahhh, hi darling. c ;
ah~ thank you
e v e he's such a little shit
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( lil shit is my favourite flavour of ocs
we should have these two meet
wanna plot over skype or smth? )
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[ ooh yes~ do we have each other's skype
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((I saw dis bandwagon thing going around and then i find this beautiful account
xwx
i love evil characters so much--
*scooches a rp over to you* Hope you don't mind--))
It seemed that trouble always found Amicus. He had been recruited as a new stable hand for the castle a few months ago
and already he had seem some shady things. Individuals conversing in the shadows with hushed whispers, rumors of
those who desired the king's throne.
Amicus's fatal mistake going to investigate a scuffle had heard behind the stables a few nights ago. He witnessed the murder of some
other royal official at the hands of Sever, the king's younger brother. The sight had shocked him so much that he had accidentally made a small
sound. Whether or not Sever heard his presence he wasn't sure.
The stable hand was still debating on whether he should inform the higher ups about the incident. After all he didn't have concrete evidence... only the fact
that his eyes saw the deed. Amicus sighed as his mind bubbled with troubled thoughts, moving new hay into the horses stalls. It was the last chore he had before the evening
grew later. Besides he also had to pack up for his small.. trek for tomorrow.
"There you are.." He murmured as he gave the last horse its new bedding, petting its face until he heard what sounded like foot steps.
"!"
Amicus turned to look to see who had entered the stable- he was the only one there after all...
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It is in the midst of night that a delicate flame barely illuminates the household library, going as far as to bring to light a few words from the open book Catarina holds. Her blue eyes are narrowed as it examines every tiny bit of information twice over. Retreating to the library in the night is a mischievous past time for the princess. Daylight hours did not bring freedom to indulge in the myriad of knowledge about the kingdoms. Instead, those mornings are met with typical activities to tune a lady's charm. Seldom did these classes ever provide what she truly yearns for: politics, economy, the social classes and where they stand on issues! If only accompanying her brothers during their lessons can be a possibility-- alas it cannot be. Information of that caliber does not fit in the curriculum designed for someone of her status. The thought is frustrating. This habit of hers thus began in order to keep up with them. Every other night or so this became her humble little retreat to study up and be on par with the men in the family. Gentle fingers flip through the brown aged pages of a book bound in navy blue, its contents reciting a detailed history of the kingdom's geography.
Loose blond locks drape over her shoulder as she leans in closer to grasp the text. She sits criss-crossed atop one of the lounging chairs of fine quality hiding chilled legs in the comfort of her white nightgown. She becomes quickly engrossed with her new friend, a book, that carelessness begins to settle in. Gazes towards the entry way grow less and less as the book count to her growing pile increases. The candle's flame flickers for but a moment, but it catches Catarina's eye. Intuition speaks of dread about to come forth. Her initial reaction is to look over the shoulder only for a chilling sensation to rush down the spine. Badump, badump. "...!" Mouth agape, yet no words come from it as she is overtaken by surprise. "Uncle Severin..." Catarina mutters softly with uncertainty. { I want to add that these two have similar ambitions and it is funny. }
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His frost hues take in his little niece as he held a small flame within his palm; a small smirk creases to his lips seeing her at such a late hour. "Ah, my sweet little Rina~ What are you doing in this place at such an hour?" He purrs approaching her as he peers over her shoulder to look upon the contents in which she was reading. He extinguishes his flame as he chuckles ever lightly amused by what he caught her reading. "Ah, I see now. You mischievous little minx, a shame really that your elder sister is allowed to study what your brothers can but you. Why are you except from learning as an equal?" He whispers in her ear as he takes a seat beside her and crosses his legs together folding his hands together. He looked upon his niece with his pale hues that small smirk never fading from his lips.
[ yes, little ambitious uncle and niece. both want the throne ]
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Fingers tighten their grasp around the book's frame, growing stiff as his chilling presence settles in. Her heartbeat quickens as the reality of being caught sinks into Catarina's mind, yet she is skillfully capable of keeping a cool composure. "I may ask the same of you uncle." A brief frown does appear on the princess's face when that nickname graces her ears. She is not particularly fond of it, believing the endearing term to be childish when the mind seeks to be seen in a mature light. His voice gives her goosebumps, but never once does a crack of weakness show. Attempts to shield the book's contents as his leering eyes peer over is a fruitless endeavor much to her dismay. Brows furrow deeply at the mention of her siblings. Particularly bringing up the privileges of the eldest daughter has the female's blood begin to boil. Fingers shake lightly as further pressure is put onto the pages leaving an imprint. "Mischievous I am not!" Catarina passionately exclaims only to quickly shield her mouth due to the volume of her voice. "Their activities nor studies do not concern me as I am to keep busy with my own education." His statements are met with answers intended to dodge the subject. In truth she feels her education is less superior in contrast to the eldest and younger brothers. Unlike her elder sister, Catarina knew she is not destined to become a queen only meant to play the role of a wife then bear an heir. Such an unfulfilling future disheartens her, although she never dare admit it aloud.
As he takes his seat next to her she moves a few inches away to politely make space. With little intent on conversation attention returns to the vast knowledge trapped between pages. This does not last long as his presence is suffocating. Mental notes are taken of the pages left off before shutting the book. Eyes close as a tiresome sigh follows. "Are you going to punish me now that you have discovered me?"{ They are going to cause chaos within their own kingdom and others. }
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"Why would I do such a thing to my beloved niece, hmm?" He muses tilting his head to the side as he lifts his hand to allow his cheek to rest in his palm; he looks upon her with that intense gaze. She was amusing to say the least, she was ambitious like him. He knew she wanted a better education; he could see it in her eyes. He could tell by the way she held herself, envy was her sin. He offers her a small grin as he clears his throat ever slightly. "You should have an equal education; I never did understand why my brother insisted on dividing the education among you children in such a way. You should all be taught the same." He exhales allowing his gaze to sweep to the window where he took in the scenery of the night. "You're learning more on the geography. The library here can only inform you so much, my darling. You need a mentor."
[ Yep~ I think he just found the perfect sibling to mold into his successor ]
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"Well, I suppose I expected to be reprimanded. After all, a lady such as myself should not be up during these late hours." She gives a roll of the eyes as the nagging of instructors rings loudly in her ears. With the night ruined by her uncle inviting himself in she begins to rise from her seat. Blue eyes finally reveal themselves with drowsiness creeping forward. Using her free hand the eyes are rubbed in order to snap them awake. Returning the books back to their place is the new goal, that is, until he manages to pique her interest with his serpent tongue. "Do you truly think so?" A twinkle forms in those orbs as his lasso manages to capture her attention, unable to turn away from the words that resonated greatly with her thoughts. "While I refuse to speak ill of my father, I feel the same way regarding education matters. His decision is questionable." Arms hold the book tightly against the bosom as Catarina finds herself briefly feeling ill for daringly speaking out against the king despite him not being present, but this is an opinion she wholeheartedly feels. Nails dig into the cover of the book attesting to the nerves beginning to act up.
Confusion takes over as seen in Catarina's raised brow when he proposes the idea of a mentor. "Books have their limitations, that much I am aware but what need do I have for a mentor?" The direction her uncle is aiming towards initially does not register. Tutors are mistaken as mentors in her eyes for they do all the same a mentor would: teach. "Have I not had plenty well versed in their subjects assigned to me since birth? I am afraid I do not follow you, Uncle." { If that his plan then I will hand over Catarina for the job. }
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Those frost orbs sweep over to the young princess before him listening to her words he offers her a smile. "My child, what I infer is that you should learn more than what you have been taught. You should have the same right as Zarya, Hollis, Jaxon; all of your siblings. Your sister is a military genius, and your brother well versed in the ways of diplomacy. But what about your talents, you should be able to shine just like they do." He hums with a frown coming to his lips; he felt like she should be able to rise in equality. "Allow me to mentor you my dear, you will learn so much more than the petty tutors your father pays for." He adds with a smirk coming to his lips with a small glint coming to his eyes.
[ run darling, run from uncle scar ]
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"..." Those sly words strike Catarina right in the heart. She cannot deny their appeal to her desire for acknowledgement, to be inferior no longer. Why did Hollis or even Zarya for that matter have more privileges for simply being the first born of each respective title? Not being granted the same privileges is unjust. Hands twitch lightly as the blood begins to boil, fueled by envy. Such a blatant weakness made the princess an easy tool. "Uncle, please do not relay the words I am about to say to any other. They are to be kept between us." She tucks a few blonde strands behind her hair revealing somber blue eyes. The weight of feeling inferior did tug at her heart strings. "I often feel that I am cast in the shadows of others and lack a fighting chance. If I could learn more than I already do it would be a blessing." Catarina peers at him from the corner of her orbs before choosing to face him properly. Small warm hands rest atop his, which send a shock through the princess' body from their chill. "Oh uncle, it pleases me to hear your words! It no longer feels so lonesome now that I know another shares my thoughts exactly."
She droops her head in a defeated manner recollecting all the times where acknowledgement cruelly ignores any of the princess' achievements. Truly, every day feels as if she wallows deeper in the grasps of her siblings shadows. Seldom did either parent seem to get involved either. Even if they are busy with tasks, that much she is aware, there is always a desire for something to be said that never comes until now. Unbeknownst to her this reaction plays into his palms. "Huh?" Catarina blinks rapidly in succession bewildered by this sudden proposal. "You as my mentor?" Her gaze is casts aside avoiding his in this newly found shyness. Catarina did not foresee this humble offer from someone of his caliber. "I am not sure if I am deserving of your time uncle. Certainly your time is short with more important tasks beckoning you." Dainty hands slide away from his, retreating towards the center of her chest. "There is also the matter of my father's approval... he certainly may not approve."{ She is going to do the opposite. }
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‹ i. — The rusted blade was pressed into his neck from behind, who ever it was, given he wouldn't let himself be shown in appearance. A single move from the duke would have the blade dig into his neck. There was no feature that could tell who he was, even his voice was muffled and he smelled of rotten animal.— ❝ Be care, you have enemies.. I would love to gut you like an animal now. Once i leave, don't send any after me, understood? ❞It was said, digging the tip of the blade into his neck. He wasn't after his plans or what he had that was valuable. The feral man had no interest in any of it, another blade pressed into his back as the one on his neck let up.
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