#macabreintro

[tenebrcrum]

SHE IS MADE OF DARK CORNERS ,       all which turn within itself .

[ abbey lee  &  she/her &  cisfemale ]  : my  oh  my,  is  that  ADELAIDE MONTSERRAT  in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  NEMETON  listening  to  CHEMTRAILS OVER THE COUNTRY CLUB  by  LANA DEL REY  when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  ART RESTORER  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  155  year  old  WITCH  is  avoided  for  acting  CALLOUS,  but  whenever  they  let  their  ALLURING side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they're  in  town  because  THEY'VE BEEN DRAWN TO THE NEMETON.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can't  help  but  wonder  if  there's  more  to  a  DEAD SWANS FLOATING IN A BLUE LAKE ,   WHITE FEATHERS DIPPED IN BLOOD  story.   ───  lenny,  25,  est+2,  she/her.

basics

FULL NAME. Adelaide Montserrat

ALIAS. Ade, Addie

PLACE OF BIRTH. NY, New York

AGE. 31 155

GENDER. Female

ETHNICITY. White

NATIONALITY. American

OCCUPATION. Socialite, philanthropist, retired prima ballerina, founder of La Fleur Du Mal (Dance company) and art restorer 

ORIENTATION. Bisexual

EDUCATION. University graduate

MARITAL STATUS. Widowed

mental

ALIGNMENT. Chaotic Neutral

DRUGS OF USE. Cocaine, LSD, methamphetamine

POSITIVE. Determined, quick-witted, charming

NEGATIVE. Elusive, manipulative, cunning

MENTAL HEALTH. Tumultuous

bio

The Montserrat name evokes reactions, and it does so because like most names that come from wealth it was established a long time ago in Barcelona, Spain, as far back as one can track. The Montserrat made their name by rubbing shoulders with world leaders and assisting conquerors in both honorable and nefarious pursuits, for providing weapons and soldiers and battle strategies,  and when times changed, Kings and Queens turned into ruthless businessmen and power-hungry politicians: if there was a threat to be made, a string to be pulled, a player to be removed, you’d go to the Montserrat; the spiders, with their endless webs of connections.

Prestige wasn’t commonly shared – the women in the family were little more than forgotten faces in old portraits, seldom known for their achievements, but more so for their heirs. They were promptly pushed out of books and history and shoved somewhere between the shadows of a stove and their husband’s fists.  It had been so for a long time, and tradition has a way of sneaking its way into the present. They never expected great things from Adelaide, or her mother - she was doted upon, and she was loved, as loved as one can be within such a household, the only thing they expected was her quiet compliance in the role she had been born to play:  The Heiress, The Bobblehead, The Pretty Thing.

Adelaide was the product of a union that had been under negotiation for quite some time — a planned pregnancy to seal yet another business deal.  Her father was a cruel man, a man of calculations and logic who had never wished for a daughter, and her mother lacked the maternal instincts that were expected of her at the time. It mattered little, Adelaide learned quickly that slobbering kisses and hugs were ill received, that she ought to always keep her hands clean and shoes pristine. That her hair should never fall down her waist or under her shoulders. That she’d pray with them in a circle, and repeat her father’s words like a mantra. That she’d learn only the spells they were willing to teach, and never question the head of the Coven. That she had a role to play in this world, and she would do so masterfully.

My God, she looks like a little angel!’  everybody would proudly exclaim when she ran up to them in frilly white dresses,   blonde curls bouncing wildly under the chimes of tame girlish laughter .   She’d bat her golden lashes and straighten her spine,  glide her fingers obediently across black and white keys until the sound captured everyone’s attention;  she’d marvel effortlessly, and always on cue, until her presence was dismissed.  

If you were to ask her, Adelaide couldn’t remember playing with other children in a sandbox, or fighting over whose doll was the prettiest: she kept her distance, always a graceful mirage of whatever a picture-perfect child was meant to be; blush red cheeks and a bow tied neatly across her waist.  She could only remember vague moments of emptiness during these times, something lacking, an ache of sorts – which was promptly dismissed.

Adelaide was hungry, she was tired and she was greedy. She wanted more— always more. More than her parents could give, more than the coven could offer, more than silly necromancy spell books and lectures could teach, so she went further — she started diving into forbidden magic and demonic worship, studying ways to obtain what she wanted. She was still a child when she first heard it  whispering in her ear. She couldn’t tell you why it  came to her then, only that it did— and it saw her, truly saw her, like nobody had ever seen before.

When Adelaide began flourishing, her demeanor shifted into something steely and cold, and her spiritual connection to the demon only strengthened through the years. It did not interfere with her role within their social circle or her classes, therefore it was of little concern to her parents. Her happiest memories were far and few in between: she remembers her first kiss, her first drink, her first kill.

By the time Adelaide was in her late 20′s, she remembers it whispering behind closed doors, that it could offer her the world, everything she ever wanted: power, immortality. There was a price, of course— there’s always a price: her coven’s souls and her own, were she to fail to complete the ritual, or die anytime in the future. She didn’t blink, didn’t hesitate: she simply smiled, and did as she had been taught: she said yes.

Adelaide went on to perform the gruesome ritual as instructed by her guide: luring the unsuspecting coven members into a ritual with false promises of riches and power, only to summon the thing that’d been so eager to crawl out of hell all this time. She bathed in their blood white they screamed and agonized. She devoured them. And when the ceremony was completed, Adelaide found that at last, that hunger inside of her, had been satiated—-  it had a name now, a way to appease it.

She slaughtered every last member of her coven as promised, including her mother and father, thus becoming the sole heir of the Montserrat empire. Adelaide went on to become everything she ever wanted, and yielded her privilege like a weapon to label the attack on her coven a terrible tragedy.

Everything would’ve been fine, had it not been for the demon’s promise that still hung over her head: were she ever to meet her demise, she’d be his like he’d been hers, to control, to consume — she could never allow for that to happen, and so, unsatisfied with the terms of her agreement, she’s spent the last century searching for a breach in the contract ,  a way earn back her soul, or whatever was left of it anyways .

#macabreintro #intro. #i didn't Have to make it a bible but like...

[jackrippner]

What if you hurt because it feels so good? Like you have a tingling, like someone left a switch on in your body. And nothing can turn that switch off except hurting? What does that mean?

[ chace crawford  &  he/him/they/them &  male ]  : my  oh  my,  is  that  JACK RIPPNER  in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  BON TEMPS HOSPITAL  listening  to  RUN FROM ME  by  TIMBER TIMBRE  when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  PHYSIOTHERAPIST  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the   300+ year  old  VAMPIRE  is  avoided  for  acting  CRUEL,  but  whenever  they  let  their  CHARMING side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they're  in  town  because  THEY'RE PROCURING AN ITEM.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can't  help  but  wonder  if  there's  more  to  a  WALTZING WITH THE DEVIL IN A CANDLE-LIT ROOM,  BLACK LATEX GLOVES SLEEK WITH FRESH BLOOD   story.   ───  lenny,  25,  est+2,  she/her.

tw:  death, child death, murder, if i missed anything lmk

very quick annoying facts before we dive in:

i’m not gonna lie to you ... he probably supports witches before he supports vampires bc he thinks they’re very broody & annoying oops ~~

thinks he’s really... all that. gross

totally doesn’t have a cage in his basement, nope  :-)

if you didn’t think vampires were bad before... get ready, he about to drag their reputation thru the mud

classical music whore

will be very offended if you call him old, what do u mean ?????? he’s a pretty boy, how dare u

likes gardening how nice

probably buries women in his garden too ngl

very upset sb is serial stealing his thunder rn

somebody stop him

here we go folks,

jack currently works as an occasional contract killer and physiotherapist ,  under the fake alias of jack rippner , which he uses because... frankly, it amuses him

turned nearly three hundred years ago ,  but his life has been far from that of an ordinary man .    dominik markos ,   a name long forgotten in history by now ,  was born in Hungary ,   late 1700

jack was born in poverty and was forced into labor from a young age .  prideful and greedy ,   he was never content with his situation .

he knew from the start he had two, and only two things going for him: his looks, how deceitfully harmless he’d seem to prying eyes, and his mind.  although denied proper education ,  dominik taught himself to read and write in the shreds of time he had for himself ,    then used his expanding knowledge and manipulation to convince others into doing his work for him, to therefore, have more time to sate this growing curiosity.

for all his intelligence, he’d been plagued with an appetite for destruction that could not be quenched.   to think now ,  it barely seems real how happy his parents were the day he came into their lives ,     they’d been praying for a boy for so long .    but dominik was no gift from the heavens.   

it was the little things at first :   the silent treatment ,  the calculated tantrums ,  how he always seemed to have others catering to his whims .    then it escalated ,   little by little, into ripping the wings off flies to watch them crawl across the ground ,  and that dog who went missing the night after it bit him.   then there was the incident, which cemented the true nature of the creature under their ceiling. lia had always been a rumbustious spitfire :   blonde hair singing in the wind ,  mouth bubbling with laughter ,   until the day she ran into the house weeping with a broken arm ,  limb dangling limply like a twig .   dominik stood still behind her ,   looking nonchalant as ever .    lia never said anything, but they knew.  they knew from the way she refused to stare at her brother, and the way he’d casually brush off the subject whenever it was brought up.

lia married off at the age of 16 and never returned home to visit .   mirella,   the youngest,   became gravely ill and passed at the age 19.

then there were the missing girls  ,    nobody really looked for them ,   not for long anyways .  they all reminded him of lia : pretty ,   blonde ,   lower class .    

the blots of blood on his clothes were always brushed off as accidents at work .

his parents no longer saw him as a blessing .   they knew their prayers hadn’t been heard by god ,   but something else .

at the same age of his sister’s passing ,  19,  dominik married off a young girl from a wealthy family and said goodbye to his family house . they had a child together ,   which they named olivia .   she too was struck by tragedy, and died at the age of 5 from smallpox .

when he was 26 ,   dominik was approached by a man and offered an interesting proposition :  to hunt the things that bump in the night, help protect the world from evil, blah blah blah  ---  if he were being honest ,    he stopped paying attention once the offer became somewhat appealing .  and all for the small price of leaving his old life behind him .     dominik was intrigued -   a life of hunting and killing seemed far more fitting for somebody like him,   didn’t it ?   so he accepted .

dominik went on to to become an even more relentless killer than he was before - this time with permission and approval from his peers .   but he never abandoned his side hobby.  it was like a compulsion, one he was unwilling to let go of.  the other hunters didn’t know, or didn’t care- he was beyond useful and that was all they chose to focus on.

his last job was perhaps, his most memorable .  if he were to recount the story, he’d say the details are fuzzy -- but there was a lavish party happening someplace that he wasn’t invited to ,   nonetheless ,  he easily made his way there -  he’d always excelled at that : blending into walls, being a part of the crowd .    

except this time, it was different .    the air was stale, the walls were impossibly tall, and something about that night promised danger. when he climbed those steps, weapon in hand, ready to slay whatever monster hid in those chambers ,    he was finally faced with a strange reality:   he couldn’t kill his target ,   couldn’t even bring himself to try .    

call it love, if he will --- he thinks it was adoration at first sight .     she was the most terrible thing he’d ever seen ,    completely rotten to the core .      he dropped his weapon on the spot and for the first time in a long time,   something inside him urged to be soft again.

he was bewitched .  he’d never shared his colleague's hatred for the supernatural, after all - it’d always been pretense, like most things in his life - it was mask .  except for this, except for now.  

he pledged loyalty to her instead - such a frightful creature, and offered his crew in exchange for his life. when he went back home that night ,   he killed every and each single one of them in their sleep with the very same weapon they’d given him as a gift ,   and he sat there ,    completely unfazed by his handiwork .

when they met again ,   the next night ,   he was faced with another interesting proposition:   a lifetime of servitude in exchange of immortality.  he accepted - of course he accepted,  and she fed him blood from a vial before slashing his throat then and there .   dominik died at her feet that day , and came back as something so much worse than anyone could imagine . 

dominik dedicated himself to be the witch’s personal bodyguard for the remainder of their existence ,  and right arm ,   as promised  .     decades went by ,  and he’d grown almost accustomed to their routine when she entrusted him with a quest to procure an item for her .   they then parted ways ,   as he then went on to roam the world in pursuit of it .

while tracking the the item ,    he adopted the pseudonym jack rippner and got himself a job to blend in with the crowd, but it was this very same job tempted him into falling back into old habits .  he’d never gotten rid of his faithful scalpel, after all

#macabreintro #intro.

[mortalrot]

⸻　⅋       tonight       i       am       𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏       [       …       ]       𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃.

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒　　　　.

　full　name　:　azazel 　nickname(s)　:　ol'   yellow   eyes   or   just   the   yellow   eyed   demon 　age　:　their   current   meatsuit   is   within   his   30   -   40s   ,   but   azazel   is   ancient   as   hell 　species　:　demon   ,   but   more   specifically   a   prince   of   hell 　gender　:　agender 　pronouns　:　he   /   they 　sexuality　:　they'll   fuck   anyone   tbh 　birthplace　:　unknown 　residence　:　they've   taken   up   residence   in   an   upper   -   class   home   in   the   suburbs   after   killing   the   family   that   lives   there.   their   corpses   are   still   at   the   bottom   of   the   steps   ,   and   they're   starting   to   stink.   　occupation　:　demon   army   general   /   acting   regent   of   hell   ,   creator   father<3   of   their   special   kiddies 　powers　/　skills　:　high   ranking   ,   a   list   demonic   abilities   (   including   :   possession   ,   super  strength   /   stamina   /   senses   ,   telekinesis   ,   biokinesis   ,   pyrokinesis   ,   invulnerability   +    immortality   ,   resurrection   via   deals   or   reaper   possession   ,   teleportation   ,   dream   walking   ,   weather   manipulation   ,   reality   warping   +   healing   via   deals   ,   spell   casting   ,   etc.   )

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃　　　　.

no   one   quite   knows   for   sure   where   𝒂   𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈   𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆   𝒚𝒐𝒖   comes   from.   whether   you   crawled   out   of   the   deepest   pits   of   hell   ,   or   whether   you   were   forged   in   the   fire   and   fury   of   all   wretched   things   ⸻   you   are   content   to   let   the   rumours   fly   ,   to   let   the   worms   and   maggots   wonder.   after   all   ,   your   story   spans   across   thousands   upon   thousands   of   years   ,   and   the   tortured   soul   who   can   offer   you   the   most   amusing   tale   is   offered   a   chance   off   the   rack   in   return.   (   the   particularly   bad   stories   earn   their   place   at   your   side   in   a   far   worse   way   ⸻   anger   management   ,   you   like   to   say   with   a   smile   /   a   torment   worse   than   hell   ,   the   demons   whisper.   )   

your   prayers   sound   something   like   this   :   our   father   ,   𝒘𝒉𝒐   𝒂𝒓𝒕   𝒊𝒏   '   𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏   '   ,   hallowed   be   thy   name   ⸻   (   this   is   as   far   as   you   get   before   the   screams   usually   begin.   good   thing   too   ,   because   you   don't   actually   remember   the   rest   !   )   your   own   father's   name   has   been   lucifer   for   as   long   as   you   can   remember   ,   and   you   serve   with   the   fervency   of   a   most   holy   man.   even   with   his   seat   empty   ,   even   with   your   father   caged   ,   you   rule   with   the   reminder   of   his   place   before   you   and   above   you.   you've   been   at   the   top   of   the   food   chain   for   as   long   as   anyone   else   can   remember   ,   but   you   ⸻   you   are   FOREVER   loyal. 

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒　　　　.

　　—　   𝒊𝒏   𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏   𝒕𝒐   𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏   :   so   papa   zazel   won't   be   straying   too   far   off   from   canon   ,   atm   !   the   GREAT   thing   about   this   guy   is   that   we   don't   actually   know   what   he   got   up   to   when   he   wasn't   tormenting   the   winchesters   ,   so   we're   grabbing   this   one   by   the   balls   and   saying   he's   just   here   to   further   that   agenda   !!!   (   as   well   as   to   check   on   his   beloved   special   kids   ,   ofc   !   )   he's   very   much   the   nurturing   type   ,   don't   worry<333   so   feel   free   to   come   give   your   original   supplier   a   visit   ,   guys   !!

　　—　   they're   just   a   funny   little   guy   ,   a   quirky   little   prince   of   hell   !   (   it's   just   unfortunate   for   the   rest   of   the   world   that   he's   a   sadistic   motherfucker   with   big   plans   ,   and   more   than   enough   means   to   put   them   in   motion   ).   for   azazel   ,   that   simply   means   :   big   daddy   lucifer   is   going   to   walk   free   ,   and   all   of   demonkind   will   rise   up   and   wreak   havoc   on   all   of   god's   good   creations   ,   rip.

　　—　can   generally   be   found   in   a   rather   good   mood   ,   tbh   !   he's   a   pretty   chill   ,   laidback   guy   when   he's   not   straight   up   ,   actively   ruining   lives   ,   and   when   things   go   wrong   ,   he   simply   takes   it   into   stride   and   adjusts.   this   also   means   he   likes   playing   games   :   with   people's   lives   ,   hearts   ,   souls   ⸻   well   ,   anything   goes   ,   really   !   just   the   higher   the   stakes   the   better   (   something   something   the   bigger   they   are   ,   the   harder   they   fall   ,   yknow   ?   )   he   likes   to   test   the   limits   of   humanity   ,   but   even   moreso   ,   he   enjoys   breaking   people   down.   (   it's   all   about   the   corruption   kink   .   )

　　—　they   actually   kinda   do   care   for   other   demons   in   the   same   way   one   would   care   for   humanity   as   a   general   idea.   without   any   personal   attachments   ,   they're   not   exactly   lifting   a   finger   to   help   anyone   ,   but   when   it   comes   to   their   kids   ,   well   :   they're   playing   favourites   ,   and   they'll   make   it   clear   that   they   are.

　　—　is   a   better   father   than   john   winchester   lbr...   (   but   like   .   the   bar   is   on   the   Floor   ,   babes   ⸻   the   bar   is   down   in   the   deepest   pits   of   hell   ,   keeping   azazel   warm   at   night<3333   )

　　—　a   current   side   quest   includes   :   finding   the   colt   before   any   hunters   do   (   it's   quite   literally   one   of   the   only   things   that   could   kill   them   ,   and   probably   the   only   accessible   one   at   the   moment.   ). 

　　—　some   𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅   𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔   currently   include      :      his   special   kids      ,      bc   what   can   he   say   ,   he's   a   proud    daddy   !   whether   they're   open   /    likely   to   be   corrupted  ,   or  they're   putting   up   a   good   fight.   let   him   come   visit   u   in  ur   dreams<333      .      any   hunters      ,      bc   maybe   someone   caught   wind   of   a   big   &   bad   being   present   in  town      .      anyone   who   wants   to   talk   demon   deals      ,      whether   your   muse   made   one   /   wants   to   make   one   ,   wants   to   themselves   /   someone   else   out   of   them   !   azazel   usually   doesn't   make   deals   himself   ,   but   any   desperate   enough   cases   would   intrigue   him.      .      tba   tba      ,      literally   any   plots   pls<3333      .      

#. ﹠ — intro ❪ azazel . #macabreintro #OK OK OK OK

[knivedfatalis]

[  emeraude toubia  &  she/her &  female  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  GABRIELLA CORTEZ in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around THE FALLS  listening  to   LISTEN BEFORE I GO  by BILLIE EILISH when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  HUNTER  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  27  year  old  HUMAN  is  avoided  for  acting  CALLOUSLY,  but  whenever  they  let  their  RELIABLE  side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they're  in  town  because HER FRIEND MAGGIE IS HERE.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can't  help  but  wonder  if  there's  more  to  a WIELDED BLADES SHARP AND BLOODSTAINED, GIRL WITH A GUN FOR A TONGUE story.   ───  essy, 25, gmt, she/her.

hey,  hello, hi lovelies.  i’m essy, and this is my little terror gabriella!  for the basics, she’s twenty seven, and a hunter, and on a mission to hunt down the demon who killed her dad.  

gabriella was born the only child of valentina and diego cortez, a result of a drunken one night stand that pushes her parents together for the SAKE of the baby. this only creates an uncomfortably miserable atmosphere from the off. though none of this is evident to little gabby, who becomes the apple of her father’s eye. she’s very much a daddies girl, and spends her time following him around as a little girl. her mother and her had a tricky relationship, for her mother, growing up so quick and having a little girl hadn’t been in the cards ---- and she gave up her LIFE, which had her always looking for some way out. something more interesting than the cushy family life she had. valentina had a wandering eye and had a history of cheating on gabriella’s father.  (  it’s not that diego didn’t know, maybe he did.  )  but regardless of her mother’s infidelity, gabby’s childhood goes smoothly, things are brushed under the carpet and hidden, and she’s got a kind heart - a soft girl. 

it’s only on one of her mothers ventures out, seeking an ESCAPE that trouble really finds the cortez family. her mother’s selfish, and she hears of DEALS,  some idiot boasting at a bar, and ends up crazed and researches.  gabby is fourteen when her mother finally finds what she’s looking for.  she makes a deal  ----  gabby never finds out what for,  in fact, all the details were disgustingly vague. 

this information, and the horrific memories of what was waiting for her when she got home from her friends house,  that she finds her dad’s body  ----  it’s already too late.  she struggles with the images of that day are things that don’t leave her even to this day, or the cold helpless feeling that had held her hostage.   

AT FIRST she thought her mother had done it, that her mother had killed her dad and taken off. but it’s only when she had gathered her stuff that she finds the research.  (  at first she doesn’t believe it,  she doesn’t want to,  not that all the monsters she thought to be fiction could actually be real.  )  

she resents her mother,  and as her grandma is in a care home,  she ends up in the care system herself.  soft girl ends up with a hardened cold heart  ----  and loses herself in the process. they’re never able to place her with families, she’s too much trouble, ending up in fights, or getting cautioned by the police.  all for stupid things, petty crimes, acting out.  she just WANTED the pain to stop but it never did. 

she begins to research herself, when she’s able ---- once she’s out of the system, she starts to begin her hunt.  first for her mother,  then for the monster who killed her dad.  it’s only when she’s 20 does she come face to face with her mother again.  after the loss of her grandmother,  the woman decides to show up for the reading of the will.  they come to blows,   gabby finds out the truth,  and the demon who she’s looking for,  one with RED eyes.  she tries to kill her mother,  tries to bring herself to do it,  SHE ALMOST DOES,  knife at the throat of the one who betrayed her most  ----  and she lets her know that she’s living on BORROWED time anyway.  THE NEW LIFE she has comes with a hefty price of ten years, and she only has four left.  (  after  that  she’ll  be  dragged  to  hell.  )  and so gabby walks away,  with the hope that hell will hurt her so much more.  

she starts looking for the demon,  it’s on a hunt that she bumps into maggie fusilier,  and they don’t get on at first,  until it seems they’ve both seen their FAIR share of tragedies.  she helps gabby narrow her search down, gives her information about demons she didn’t know.  SHE WAS LOOKING FOR A CROSSROADS DEMON.  they both remained friends, in fact she’s perhaps the only person she has left. 

gabriella now mostly hunts -----  she enjoys the way that it allows her to take out all the bottled up anger she hasn’t dealt with,  it’s easier to be vicious with a blade than face a cold hard mirror held up against herself. AGAINST WHO SHE’D BECOME.  no,  she’s not sure she could ever do that.  in the mean time, she has taken up residency in bon temps,  finds it could be somewhere to settle.  not HOME,  but close enough. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS  :  i’d love someone to be past friends with her,  or enemies,  or heck even the demon who killed her dad / gave her moms deal. in short --- pls just come plot with me <3 

#macabreintro #hi hello pls love me <3

[bluemocn]

prelude :     wishful thinking .    i'm always breaking my own heart

[  camila queiroz  &  she/her &  cisfemale  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  PANDORA DAWSON  in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  BON TEMPS CEMETERY  listening  to  BIRD  by  BILLIE MARTEN  when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  ASSISTANT LIBRARIAN  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  24  year  old  MEDIUM  is  avoided  for  acting  GUILELESS ,  but  whenever  they  let  their  SELFLESS  side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they're  in  town  because  THEY'RE ON THE RUN.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can't  help  but  wonder  if  there's  more  to  a  CRIES OF THE LAMBS BEFORE THE SLAUGHTER, A BLUE HUMMINGBIRD LANDING ON YOUR HAND  story.   ───  lenny,  25,  est+2,  she/her.

I. YOU DO NOT REMEMBER THE WARMTH of your mother’s womb or the voice of your father ;  you remember sprouting from the earth with murmurs of wind in your heart and the rustling of leaves in your hair ,  whisked away too soon by the hands of parents who could never begin to comprehend a child like you .   in your earliest memories you wander through the garden ,   days in the sun ,   glued to the soil or hanging your wobbly knees from apple trees .    you could feel worms crawling beneath your palms and hear the ground shift and tremble with new life, and you felt each vibration travel through your body like lightning .  

II. YOUR MOTHER’S FACE always comes in dreams ,   blurred details you can’t make up .  you think you miss her, but maybe that’s another wish ---  you can’t really miss something you never had .   your true maternal figures are the nuns  ,    who took in the baby left in the cold to die and welcomed her into their home .  you learned how to sing all their hymns, and partake in their rituals ,   you learned to find faith in the strangest of places ,    and that the sun would always rise ,   no matter how dark or long the night was .  

III. YOU FOUND SOLACE in nature, in your stories and fantasies, and let it make a home of your bones and marrow.  you worshiped the trees and the pages between your fingers as much as any angel you prayed to at night .   you dreamed of a world so much bigger than the one you’d been confined to .   your knees were always bruised, your shoes were always dirtied, and you were never there in time for dinner .  

V. ONE DAY YOU WOKE UP   with a terrible feeling pressed to your chest ,  as if something desperately wanted you to flee that place .     the nunnery had always been home --- you’d never known anything else ,   and all you could feel was fear .   in the dead of night , you followed the scuffling that soon turned into bloodied screams  —  there, dressed in nothing but a flimsy nightgown, you rushed to find an army of black-eyed creatures  ,    and the only place you’d ever called home engulfed by flames  .   you were paralyzed, until something grabbed your arm and pulled it tight enough to leave a scar --- and then all you saw was darkness.    you don’t remember anything after that ,   but waking up on top of a pile of ashes ,   surrounded by the corpses of those you once called friends .   as if some force was guiding you by the hand, you started running ,   and you didn’t stop until your legs caved ,   and your body tumbled to the floor.

VI.  YOU KNEW YOU COULD NEVER GO BACK. whatever shadow of a life there had been was no more — so you ran away, as far as your feet would carry you ,  but you never seemed to arrive anywhere.  so, you just walked… you walked, and walked, and walked --- until you stumbled upon a small pawn shop,  and an old woman wrapped a blanket around your tired shoulders and told you it was gonna be okay. 

VII.  THAT DAY STAYED WITH YOU ,   months later and you still wake up in cold sweat in the dead of night ,   to beady black eyes staring back at you from the dark corners of your room .      you turn on the light --- there’s nothing there ,       but you live everyday looking over your shoulder, wondering when whatever’s chasing you will finally catch up .

some random hcs bc i can’t be stopped !

pandora was abandoned as a child and she grew up in a nunnery, so she literally knows and understands very little of the outside world

she’s been living in bon temps for 5 months now - everything is still relatively new to her, she’s learning how to cope with the outside world

has a cat named mr.midnight that she brought from the nunnery and even though he’s a lil fucker she’d literally die 4 him

pandora gets easily overwhelmed by people - she’s sensitive, and doesn’t like to pry, so you’ll more than likely see her wearing a pair of gloves if she’s out in public

she’s either reading or sketching in her spare time - either way, you’ll probably find her at the library or the cemetery

she really enjoys the quietude of the cemetery, how peaceful it feels. unlike what most people believe, there’s less spiritual activity than one would expect - most of the souls there don’t mean harm, and she tends to leave fresh flowers in the abandoned graves in hopes this will offer some comfort to the ones who do

if you told her the moon was made of cheese she might actually believe u tbqh

if u a demon:

this is all enough clownin’ come plot w me

#macabreintro #intro. #i'm such a clown i wrote my app twice and then sent it w a typo :-) i hate it here #lets hope this intro is better

[stringfctes]

[  donny pangilinan  &  he/him &  cis man  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  MIECZYSLAW  “  STILES  “  STILINSKI  in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  BON  TEMPS  COLLEGE  listening  to  SLEEP  PARALYSIS  by  GABRIEL  BRUCE  when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  COLLEGE  STUDENT  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  20  year  old  HUMAN  is  avoided  for  acting  ACERBIC,  but  whenever  they  let  their  INCISIVE  side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they’re  in  town  because  HE GREW UP HERE.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  there’s  more  to  a  CHUNKY  BLUE  JEEP,  CHESS  PIECES  AS  WEAPONS  IN  BATTLE  story.

trigger warnings for: mental illness, trauma, parental issues, mentions of ableism.

stiles is the son of noah stilinski and claudia stilinski (n��e tayag). they’re both of kapampangan filipino heritage, but my headcanon for why stiles has a polish name + surname is that noah was adopted by polish parents. part of the reason the guy fell so hard for claudia is probably that claudia helped him reconnect with kapampangan culture.

anyway, claudia loved stiles very much. his jeep is his mom’s; she wanted him to have it when he grew old enough to drive. but he lost his mother to dementia. shortly before her death, her delusions got so bad that she believed that stiles was trying to kill her.

this is a lot to endure for anyone, but especially so for a child. claudia even tried to attack him once, due to her paranoia. he was alone when he watched her die in the hospital. (noah was attending to a dying woman while he was on the job.)

as a result of his experiences with his mom, stiles fears that he is a dangerous person. he has a manipulative, cunning side. but he’s not a bad person. he fears he’s going to hurt others, though, because of his mother being paranoid around him when she was sick.

another result of his experiences with his mom (particularly the time she tried to attack him) is that he’s very quick to go into fight-or-flight mode. he’s always on the defense.

stiles is intelligent but finds it hard to focus. he’s been diagnosed with adhd but people tend to forget/dismiss that fact.

of course, scott mccall’s bestie!

has been in love with lydia martin since forever.

fascinated by morbid stuff.

highly sarcastic.

a detective in the making. he’s currently studying criminology.

first language is american english but he’s familiar with kapampangan, thanks to his mom. he’s better at understanding it than he is at speaking it, though.

super loyal.

bisexual!!!

that’s all so far!

#macabreintro

[occulticisms]

[  chris wood  &  he/him s &  cis male  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  archer reed in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  bon temps fire department  listening  to  rebel yell  by billy idol when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  firefighter  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  30  year  old  special child is  avoided  for  acting  caustic,  but  whenever  they  let  their  sentimental  side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they’re  in  town  because  they’re looking for a new start.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  there’s  more  to  a  smell of burnt flesh, the feeling of falling right before you wake up  story.   ───  v,  25, mst,  she/they.

TW: blood, death, general stupidity

Uh heys guys it’s me yah goirl...and this is a tiny bit about Archie...

full  name  :  Archer James Reed nickname  : Call him Archie and suffer blood loss... age  :  Dirty thirty gender  :  cis  man. pronouns  :  he  /  him. sexuality  :  bisexual. occupation  :  firefighter, should be a phlebotomist  species  :  special child with the ability of blood manipulation and exorcism. sign  :  Sagittarius. date  of  birth  :   december 11th. height  :  6′ 0″. alignment  : chaotic neutral.

quick facts...

He’s not really aware of his abilities yet so he’s just fuckin around with it at this point who cares if people get hurt????

He accidentally killed his step father in an argument, giving him a stroke but like he’s in denial about it...

Discovered he can manipulate blood when he got a bloody nose in a bar fight. It was cool or w/e they made up after the fight.

Dog lover, hemophiliac (not really), and a motorcycle enthusiast...thinks he’s a lot cooler than he really is...

more to be made up later he’s still a newborn his baby skull hasn’t hardened yet...

#macabreintro

[feathcred]

[  joshua  magsilong  alvarez  &  he/him &  cis man  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  ALFONSO  “ALFIE” DAYAGANON  in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  FANGTASIA  listening  to  OH,  KINABUHI  by  VICTOR  WOOD  when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  SUPER  RICH  LAYABOUT  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  20/55  year  old  VAMPIRE  is  avoided  for  acting  IMMATURE,  but  whenever  they  let  their  ERUDITE side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they’re  in  town  because  HE  MOVED  HERE  TO  STUDY  (  AND  ALSO  DIED  HERE  ).  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  there’s  more  to  a  GAUDY  CLOTHES  FROM  A  PAST  GENERATION,  A  PERENNIALLY  ABSENTMINDED  LOOK  story.

tw for mentions of illness & dictatorship.

hello! so alfie was born in the 1950s. he was born in cebu province in the philippines. he moved to america in the 1970s to study, and also get away from a certain dictatorship in the philippines [cough] [cough]

anyway he couldn’t bring anyone else in his family. he got bitterly homesick, but told himself he’d see them again, and he’d feel the tropical philippine sun on his skin again. but he never did. he almost died of pneumonia in 1974, but a vampire turned him.

he was studying engineering. the ‘70s were a crazy time for technological advancements and he was one of the young people on the forefront of tech stuff.

he was no great genius but he was naturally smart. now, you can consider him a genius tbh. he’s had 30+ years to hone his natural intellect into genius.

he’s super rich rn because he’s just invested in random stuff and there are no real consequences for him lmao, as a vampire. he owns like a dozen random companies rn probably

he’s very book-smart but immature af. well, his brain development’s been stalled at 20 (meaning his poor prefrontal cortex hasn’t gotten the chance to develop at all. rip) for 35 years and he hasn’t got over his own premature death so yeah . that’s why

since his pre-vampire days, he’s spoken english, bisaya (his first language), spanish (bc spanish hadn’t been taken out of the philippine curriculum in the ‘50s-‘70s - he’s asian ofc, it just means spanish colonization still had lingering effects), and tagalog (which he learned mainly from movies tbh).

he’s learned other languages now. mans has always been a polyglot but now he’s a B I G polyglot.

he’s a het i’m sorry to say

his url is a reference to the fact that he still likes to wear his hair in retro styles tbh like feathered hair sjfsdjfnsj but also a reference to bisaya myths, where our equivalents of vampires have feathers like birds.

that’s all for now. pls plot with us!

#macabreintro

[wonderbcy]

[  zach roerig  &  he/him &  cismale  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  matt donovan  in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  bon temps college/football field  listening  to  only human  by  jb  when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  student  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  21  year  old  human  is  avoided  for  acting  naive,  but  whenever  they  let  their  loyal  side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they’re  in  town  because  he was born and raised here.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can’t  help  but  wonder  if  there’s  more  to  a  football jersey wet with sweat, golden hair to match the golden smile  story.  /  @extramacabre

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

NAME: matt donovan NICKNAME(S): matty, golden retriever, wonder boy SPECIES: human AGE: 21 SEXUALITY: heterosexual PROFESSION: student / occasionally works at the grill HAIR COLOR: blond EYE COLOR: blue TATTOOS / SCARS: a tiny scar over his upper lip SKILLS: football <3

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 & 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

sooo this is the matty we all know, i’m taking him from around the beginning of his story with a few twists of course.

he’s the son of kelly donovan and younger brother of vicki donovan.  always been considered the “golden child” & honestly he was.  knew tyler, jeremy, elena and the rest of their friend group since they were in diapers in his words and he had always been fiercely loyal to his friends.

right now he’s a student at bon temps college and part of the football team along with his best friend tyler.  he also works at merlotte's bar and grill on and off.  

one more thing i want to add to this lil intro (bc i’d rather figure him out as i portray him) is that he only knows about the existence of vampires and werewolves.  the rest is still unknown to him but we all should change that honestly lmao.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 / 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

friends: matt is such an extrovert so i’m sure he has TONS of friends.  while he already has a close-knit group, he still needs some different friends, especially give him supernatural ones so he can go through the same shock over and over.

enemies: ehhh i don’t know why would any supernatural being would be his enemy bc like he’s just the everyman type, but maybe some people from college? someone around his age? could be over something reallyyy petty honestly.

ex(es): i know i still gotta figure out his canon ex relationships bUT tbh he had always been very popular so i’m sure he’s got a few exes, especially from high school etc.  could have ended on good or bad terms!

anything else i can’t think of right now bc i’m trash and i need plots!

#matt / about #macabreintro

[thecdoore]

[  maxence danet-fauvel  &  he/him &  male  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  THEODOOR LAFITTE  in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  BON TEMPS CEMETERY  listening  to  ELECTRIC FEEL  by  MGMT  when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  GRAVE DIGGER  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  28  year  old  WEREWOLF  is  avoided  for  acting  SNARKY,  but  whenever  they  let  their  EASY GOING  side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they're  in  town  because  HE WAS AFRAID OF HURTING SOMEBODY IN HIS HOMETOWN AND WANTED TO MAKE SURE PEOPLE WOULD BE SAFE FROM HIM  .  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can't  help  but  wonder  if  there's  more  to a HICKEY BARELY BEING HIDDEN, A FIGURE HIDDEN BY THE NIGHT'S SHADOWS  story. 

He was born in a small county in Louisiana to a teenage mother and father weren’t expecting to have a child. Instead of giving him up and restarting their lives without him, the decided to become parents at the young ages of 18 and 19. Things may not have been perfect, by they tried their hardest and by the time Theo was 10 he already had a younger sister and a relatively normal family life.

But growing up he always felt like he couldn’t control his emotions, that they weren’t in his grasp and at the slightest moment he would get angry. He wouldn’t throw hissy fits or tantrums but he’d get frustrated easily, and his parents chalked it up to their son becoming a teenager. 

This only grew worse as he got older and by the time he was 15 he was barely in control. Finally, his parents took him to a psychologist who diagnosed him with bipolar disorder. The constant amount of medications was overwhelming at first - he felt like he was in even less control of his life seeing as missing one day of his medications might lead to him having another breakdown. But as each day passed it became routine and he eventually regained some control over his life.

Ever since then he’s still struggled with anger but not to the point he had been. He had worked hard to stay on the right path but obviously fate had other plans for him. One night, during a full moon, he had drunk too much and wandered into the woods. Sure he shouldn’t drink, it would mess with his meds, but his 26th birthday was right around the corner and he wanted to celebrate. What turned into an okay evening ended up with him waking up in the morning with a bite mark on his shoulder.

He thought he got attacked by some rapid dog, and went to the doctor to get it treated but it healed pretty much instantly to his surprise. Thinking this was something he had just made up, he went on with his life, deciding not to tell anyone of it - that was until he found himself developing new traits. He was more irritable, could hear sounds that weren’t near him, and could smell things that were nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t until the next full moon that he truly realized what happened and he when he woke up the morning after he was terrified. He knew he needed to get away from his family, not wanting to hurt them, but he also didn’t have a reason. Deciding to lie, he told them that there was a good job offer for him in a nearby town and left - only to move farther away to Bon Temps where he’s lived for the past 2 years

He’s a nice guy, he can be a bit of a flirtatious asshole but he really does mean well. He has a lot of sarcasm in his system so that’s something to look out for as well. He also really cares for his family and friends so don’t fuck with them or you’ll be getting this wolf in your face.

#macabreintro #tw: mental illness #tw: medication

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[ jessie mei li & she/they & demigirl ] : my oh my, is that KATERINA PETROVA/KATHERINE PIERCE in bon temps ? what the hell are they up to hanging around FANGTASIA listening to YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN by BILLIE EILISH when they should be doing whatever an UNEMPLOYED does ? between you and i, the 19/536’s year old VAMPIRE/DOPPELGANGER is avoided for acting MANIPULATIVE, but whenever they let their CUNNING side shine through people flock to them. i guess they’re in town because SHE WANTS TO SEE THE SALVATORE BROTHERS. explains some of it, though i can’t help but wonder if there’s more to a SHARP, BLOOD RED NAILS AROUND A STRANGER’S THROAT, LOOKING OUT FOR NUMBER ONE story.

name: katerina petrova alias: katherine pierce age: looks 19 but is over 500 species: vampire and doppelganger  gender & pronouns: demigirl & she/they sexuality: pansexual/demiromantic

how does one describe katherine pierce? mean, selfish, manipulative... they’re not a good person but they’re hot so it’s okay!!!

all of her human life was Tragic, she’s very traumatised but being a vampire makes her feel powerful and safe(r). as far as she’s concerned, becoming a vampire was what she had to do to survive and she’s more than okay with that

turned stefan and damon, stefan because they looove him and damon... for the lolz (but she does have a soft spot for him regardless of what she says akjsndkjasn)

is literally just here to vibe with stefan and damon. maybe also to ruin their lives a little bit

gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss (gn)

#' i'll try not to kill anyone in the meantime ' ( katherine ) . #macabreintro

[metamorphcse]

[  bianca  umali  &  she/her  &   cis  woman  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  ERICA  REYES  in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around  BON  TEMPS  HOSPITAL  listening  to  NEW  PERSPECTIVE  by  PANIC  AT  THE  DISCO  when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  COLLEGE  STUDENT  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  20  year  old  WEREWOLF  is  avoided  for  acting  VINDICTIVE,  but  whenever  they  let  their  COURAGEOUS  side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they're  in  town  because  HER  FAMILY  MOVED  HERE.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can't  help  but  wonder  if  there's  more  to  a  FEEBLE  BUT  DETERMINED  HANDS  PULLING  YOUR  WEIGHT  UP  A  SET  OF  CLIMBING  ROCKS,  THE  CLICK  OF  HIGH  HEELS  story.

tw for illness, ableism, bullying.

erica was born to an insurance company adjuster and a legal executive. her parents work exceptionally hard to pay erica’s medical bills. in childhood, she developed epilepsy. her parents love her, but they’re never around.

she was bullied in school because of her illness. as a result, she became withdrawn and fearful. however, erica is a naturally courageous person, and pushes herself even when it’s hard.

unlike the show canon, erica was not bitten by derek hale (timeline reasons!). but anyway, yeah, she’s a newly turned werewolf. the bite was not a magic cure, but she feels significantly physically stronger now, and wants to enjoy life to the fullest.

she’s kinda petty but not entirely without cause lol.

her family is filipino, specifically ilocano! she’s fluent in both the ilocano language and english.

#macabreintro