dragonbutts

To whomever actually reads these:

Welcome!! Have you tried playing Starfinder? I'm in a campaign for it right now. It is quite fun! Ironically, I've never played Pathfinder.

Spliced

I can get a post up sometime today or tomorrow.

Tʜᴇ Vʟᴏɢɢᴇʀs Cʀᴜɪsᴇ

I prefer discord bc talking relationships and plot is so much easier and quicker. Working on my character this weekend!

Redwood Apartments [CLOSED]

I'll be making a male sometime this week! :)

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

"sexy british accent" aha, I love it. I probably won't get a reply out until tomorrow or the day after.

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

location ➤ walking around the ranch
interactions ➤ lauren @Zoey White; notices natalia (@Aamaya); mentions alek (@Ever)
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Ryder had a schedule his body and mind were used to after so many years in this apocalyptic bullshit. He rarely ever fired up one of the four-wheelers to check on everything. It was a waste of gas, and it was loud, too. Vehicles weren't often used these days. The ranch was huge, though, so walking around, checking on things, took a decent amount of time. Not that Ryder minded. What else was he going to do? He was a hands-on type of man. He wasn't going to trust anybody else to run this place, to hand him over papers with their amount of supplies, and trust it completely. He had to see for himself, so everybody knew it was a bad idea to attempt a lie.

Thus, he started his rounds. At first, it was pretty normal. Food levels were normal, enough to last another four months, though he'd have to send scouting parties out in the next two weeks to look for more. He never liked to go under three months. The armory was good; all weapons had been checked in and out accordingly. The store was doing well; by the rate of supplies going, they had enough to last them another two months, though that was something else the scouting parties could keep an eye out for. He needed to call a meeting together, and form those scouting parties as soon as possible. Nothing seemed mechanically wrong with the place, though the engineers were still doing their rounds when Ryder had bumped into them.

He happened to be upon one of the watchtowers, having a conversation with the man atop it about not fucking napping, when the bright flare caught his eye. It made him take pause before he snatched the binoculars from the man's hand, and looked. Who the fuck had explosives? It was rare to see things like that anymore. It was a risk to send a group out, since a lot of the infected would be attracted to the noise it surely caused, but most of the shit they had was because they took risks. He lowered the binoculars as the light show kept on, then shoved the bulky thing towards the man.

"See what you would have missed from napping? Don't let me fucking catch you sleeping again, got it?" he didn't wait for a reply, leaving the startled looking man. Usually, Ryder would have said more, even done something, but he had more important things on his mind right now. The most important thing: why wasn't the other watch tower reporting the explosions? If he found another fucking napper... he scowled.

He didn't have time to wait for the other watch tower. He'd be heading over there shortly after this anyway. He grabbed the walkie that was on his belt, and pressed a button to make it flick to life. Nearly everybody had a walkie, the numbers building as the years went on. He pressed the button, and rocked back on his heels as he spoke.

"Hello, hello, Ryder here. I got visual of a pretty fucking light show in town, so get a party of five to eight together, and head North. Don't be fucking dumbasses; watch for the dead, they'll be attracted to the sounds. There's also a meeting at the wonderful Alek's bar," he was grinning like a wolf as he said this, "at 1400 hours. If you don't know what fucking time that is, learn military time. I'm not saying that again, damnit. Ryder out," he put the walkie back before continuing on.

Now, to go to the last watch tower, and see why they hadn't reported. The watch tower he had previously been at, and the one he was going to now, were both facing the direction of town. There was no excuse for not reporting. The walking was brutal; after all, the watch towers were posted on each corner of the ranch. While he headed towards the watch tower, he checked on the fields. He didn't know too much about crops, but they didn't seem to be rotting, and their leaves were intact, so that was good enough for him. As he was walking, he had confirmation that a group of seven was put together. They were leaving in five, in two trucks, to check out the explosions. His group worked fast, yet he wouldn't tell them that. It was expected. It was like telling somebody "good job breathing." It should be fucking natural to follow his orders with no hesitation.

He reached that watch tower and saw a familiar figure on top. Lauren. Ryder felt himself grinning, because he couldn't help it. He really enjoyed the woman's company. She was funny, sarcastic, and fucking beautiful. He couldn't complain about any of those. He caught the end of what she was saying, something about luscious locks and a tower. He felt amusement course through him, yet he was briefly distracted. He noticed Natalia, somewhat in the distance, looking in his direction. Yet, he assumed not at himself. She walked off shortly after, more than likely not noticing him underneath the watchtower, slightly hidden by one of its support beams.

He knew Lauren and Natalia's relationship was not the best. Their first impression of one another was not a good one, and it had seemed ever since, they hadn't been able to shake it. He knew some of his members had hard relationships. It was a large group, with different personality types. There was bound to be some tense moments. But, these were two women he respected highly.

Though, the only time he would step in was if it caused problems for the group. Besides that, honestly, he didn't give a fuck if they hated each other. Sure, it'd be nice if they didn't, but it wasn't like it caused him too many problems. They were as happy and healthy as anybody could be in this world without each other, so whatever. He took a few steps out from the tower, tilting his head up to the sun, having to squint some to see Lauren.

"Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel, stop fucking around and do your damn job," he called up jokingly, laughing afterward. He pressed the top of his bat into the ground, using it as a cane to lean against, crossing his ankles. "See anything interesting, darling?" he called up in interest, raising an eyebrow. He had a feeling she saw the explosions, and hadn't reported it, unless she wasn't paying attention. Either way, he'd have a few words with her about it.

The Return of Salem

finally

Lucifer

_{"Do not fear me, my child, for I am the true Father."}

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ⛧ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

_{x Lucy; Satan; Lightbringer/bearer x Pansexual x The creator x The beginning x Over 13 billion years young x}

⊱ ────── {⋅. ⛧ .⋅} ────── ⊰

ᴛʀᴀɪᴛs

_{x Unsympathetic x Self-aware x Sadistic x Patient x}

ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

<sub>Lucifer has taken many forms over the centuries he has lived. He has even taken the forms of women. Though, the form he currently has is one he has kept for a long time. This form stands at 6'2, which is an impressive height according to many female humans and some male humans, with a strong, muscular build that is, again, impressive. His cheekbones are sharp, his jaw strong, and his nose big. His skin tone is copper, something that glows in the sun, covered in dark, smooth hair. Hair splashes his chest, trails down his stomach, covers his arms and legs. The hair on his head is just as dark, going down to his shoulders in smooth, soft strands that he often leaves in a messy bun or low ponytail. Hair covers his jaw, hugging his lips, that hair just as dark as the rest.

His eyes are dark and endless, able to capture somebody's stare and hold them there. He does not care for clothes, yet he knows humans do. He has seen how much humans put into what others wear. As a result, he has modeled his clothing choices after that. He wears dark jeans or slacks, with a shiny pair of dress shoes, and a button-up shirt, tucked in. Sometimes, he may go more casual, with a t-shirt that has buttons at the top, but it'll almost always be button-ups. He also has blazers he can put over top, and even suspenders. Just if the nice clothing is form-fitting, to showcase to the outside world what he has to offer. Which is one reason he has kept this form for so long; it seems to attract humans very easily.</sub>

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ⛧ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

⊱ ────── {⋅. ⛧ .⋅} ────── ⊰

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs
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<sub>Lucifer has been through a lot of interests and hobbies. He has had to find some way to pass the time besides torturing and pain (which had been wonderful). Though, of course, no hobbies have stuck with him throughout the long years. During his mindless wandering after his children being wrongfully slaughtered, he found a comfort in books. Humans were not the brightest creatures, but the words some managed to put on paper could be exquisite. He still finds a strange comfort holding an old, worn-out paperback.

Naturally, the dark arts have kept his attention all this time. He has seen humans attempt to copy his children - on movies, books, and in clothing - but what a poor job. Pleasure and self-indulgence interests him quite a bit. He's a selfish creature by nature, seeks out his own wants and needs, takes them if he has to. Yet, with his children returning, he's sure he'll be distracted from those wants and needs, for he will not let the same fate fall upon his children a second time.</sub>

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
▔▔▔▔▔▔ x

<sub>Lucifer has had plenty of time to flesh himself out, look at each trait he possesses, reassess his being, and do it again... probably over a hundred times. As a result, Lucifer has a good grasp of who he is. And, he has to be something, right? One doesn't live for so long, and not gain some sort of personality traits along the way. Though, the drawback of living so long is that, Lucifer doesn't often find himself caring about others or their plights. His humanity, which was barely there before, is definitely non-existent now. He doesn't find himself very much caring about what humans are going through, because they're humans. His children may be a different story, though he will not pity them for anything they've been through.

Lucifer has had much time to think about himself, how worthless humans are, and how to make himself stronger. He has become very self-aware of things that are bothering him, if anything is. Things rarely get under his skin these days, and he doesn't very often feel emotions. Though, if he is, he's quick to figure out why he's feeling the way he is. Unless he hasn't felt that emotion for a long time, which is likely. Also living for so long has given Lucifer the ability to be quite patient. If he was impatient, he would have driven himself mad.

Naturally, Lucifer loves delivering pain unto others. He finds joy in a "chase" these days. He takes his time with women and men now, teases them, leads them on, has fun with them. His favorite part is breaking their heart afterward. Physical pain is enjoyable, sure, but emotional pain? That shit can last for years. Lucifer likes to leave his mark on the inside of his victims, not the outside. Though, both are ideal.

Lucifer hasn't felt true excitement until he felt the return of his children. It awakened something inside of him, caused a swirl of emotions that has been un-felt for centuries. He is a determined creature, one that does not give up easily once he wants something. He wants his children back, at his feet, praising his name. He may not understand the current times, even finds some exasperation and shock at it, a boredom and exhaustion at the constant shifting humans are all about, but he will not stop until he has driven his children down the right path.</sub>

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ⛧ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

⊱ ────── {⋅. ⛧ .⋅} ────── ⊰

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
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<sub>Lucifer's life has been very long and, for a lot of it, uninteresting. He cannot recall all of it, yet there are a few events that tend to stand out in his mind. The first, obviously, being cast from Heaven. Being the first fallen angel was a title he grew to wear proudly not long after. He has created quite a name for himself, now. The second one being when he found his first child. Such a new young girl to the arts, promising to worship and love only him, above all others. After that, it was a flood of witches and warlocks, more children to cherish and look upon him with the adoration he hadn't received in what felt like centuries.

The third event that had a huge impact on Lucifer was in 1692. His children, those creations he considered precious and dear, were hung for their love and admiration. Seeing them hanging from branches like lowly criminals when they were anything but caused emotions in Lucifer he hadn't felt in centuries. The anger and sorrow that choked Lucifer had left him void of actions and words. He disappeared for a very long time after.

The fourth event is current. 2018. So many centuries have passed, and Lucifer is still not over losing his children. He watches the Earth shift and transform, humans overfilling it, stupid, vile things that praise multiple names yet not his. That was ripped from him long ago. Then, a shift. Something in the air briefly pulses with an energy from so long ago. Salem... it's breathing again.

Lucifer found his way back to that town where his children once lived. Perhaps still do. With the help of Lilith, they call to their children, drawing out their dark and beautiful power. Together, they can bring them back together, and be worshiped once more. Lucifer breathes in the thicken air of Salem and, with a toothy grin, whispers, "Our children have returned."</sub>

sᴋɪʟʟs
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<sub>Shapeshifting: Lucifer can easily change his appearance in the blink of an eye, even targeting certain parts of himself and changing only those. He also has the ability to form himself into animals, his main ones being a goat, a raven, and a hare.

Earth manipulation: Lucifer has the ability to manipulate the element, Earth. He can make the ground shake, form giant holes, or create cracks. He can cause the Earth to buckle up, to form steep hills and sharp mountains, to uproot trees and unearth greenery.

Immortality: While Lucifer has taken many forms over the years, and has felt like he has lived many different lives, he has not actually died before.

Hell Hounds: Lucifer has the ability to call onto his pups with a simple whistle. Part of the ground caves in on itself, opening up a hole that glows hot and bright, and three dogs crawl out. They are built like dobermans, yet their skin is rotting away, some of their bones showing, and where their eyes should be, are deep, dark holes. These dogs are considered Lucifer's children, so when he calls on them, he is not doing so lightly.

Fire manipulation: Lucifer has the power to control fire. He can cause a simple spark with a snap of his fingers, or a palm-sized fireball with a thrust of his hand. He can also cause a room to feel much hotter than it is with a thought.</sub>

Oᴜʀ Lᴀsᴛ Sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ Tᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

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_{location: quincy's room ; interactions: each other
collab between @Silence Sounds and @dragonbutts}

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Quincy had been struggling to sleep ever since they arrived at the beach house. It wasn’t uncommon for him to struggle with sleep, but it’s worse at this new place. Hearing the crashing waves, knowing there’s that big body of water outside the house, seeing it outside the windows… he had only managed two hours of sleep in a span of three days. It made for one very quiet and grumpy Quincy, so he knew he had to take his sleeping pills, or he wouldn’t make it through this summer.

He practiced deep breaths, remembering what his therapist told him. Breath and rationalize. His parents - his real parents - did not know where he was. These sleeping pills would help him. A nightmare was only in his head, and was no longer reality. So, repeating those things to himself every night before he took his sleeping pill, he was getting plenty of sleep. Though, Friday night, he had purposefully stayed up later to sing duets with Violet and attempt to follow Bradley’s fancy dance moves, and he had taken his sleeping pill way later… at such a late time, he shouldn’t had bothered at all.

As a result, he was still buried under his covers in his bed. He could have gotten up a couple hours ago and done just fine, in all honesty, but the bed was so warm and comfortable. He was in that state of wakefulness and sleeping, and he didn’t want to leave it. It was rare he had moments where he could actually be content staying in bed and dozing on and off. Even when he heard the others bustling about, he just simply pulled the cover over his head, and snuggled deeper into the softness. Ah, he decided he’d get up in ten minutes… or twenty… okay, maybe thirty...

It had seemed like the back patio was becoming a little too crowded for the way Bradley felt right about now. He sighed as he attempted to smile at the people present then walked past them and back into the house. He walked past the kitchen though did peek inside of there to eye Silas, briefly. Why was he like this and doing this to himself right now before a party. Bradley really wanted to have fun tonight and seemingly needed a bit of a pick me up, so he noticed that Quincy wasn’t downstairs yet and smirked a little as he sat his drink down on a nearby shelf.

From there, he ran up the stairs and opened his door quietly and peeked inside, seeing Quincy still in bed. Bradley tip-toed inside and snuggled next to Quincy but over the covers and smirked slightly as he let out a little sigh of relief. “If I knew we were going to stay in bed all day. I wouldn’t have gotten dress, Quinny.” Bradley said in a sultry tone and knew that this would make Quincy feel some type of way ^___ But a good type of way though.

He had just hoped that Quincy wouldn’t freak out too bad on him or anything.

Quincy let out a little sigh as he felt himself beginning to doze again. Mm, it had been too long since he was this relaxed… then, he felt the bed dip in, and a hard body snuggling up to his. He nearly jumped out of his skin, his eyes shooting open, heart lodging into his throat. But, he heard the little sigh, and the familiar voice. Almost immediately, his body relaxed, all the tension leaving it, but his heart kept pounding. Bradley had almost given him a heart attack, the handsome asshole!

He laughed once Bradley’s words sunk in, and shifted enough to gently nudge his elbow into Bradley’s side. “You asshole, you scared me!” he turned his upper body to look at Bradley, but that put their faces nose-to-nose. “Well, since you’re up now, get dressed for the party. If you’re going, that is.” Bradley responded as they were still laying down together. If he leaned forward, he could run the tip of his nose along Bradley’s. If he leaned forward even more... His cheeks immediately went aflame at the thought, his lips parting some, before he quickly turned his head to the ceiling. He cleared his throat some, hoping his blush wasn’t too noticeable. “This is your fault. You kept me up past my bedtime,” he poorly joked, feeling flustered now.

Part of Bradley might’ve wanted to give Quincy a kiss but he had too many thoughts running through his mind right about now. He also didn’t want to confuse or conflict any other situations, which were kind of more than a couple, that he had going on neither. He sighed softly to himself then chuckled at Quincy’s response. “I told you, if you can’t hang with the big dogs then don’t hang. Dancing takes a lot out of you.” Bradley muttered as he still laid down on his side still, looking at Quincy. “Still want to learn?”“ He’d ask him then a smirk and a raised brow, eager to hear his response.

“But hey!” Bradley said as he rolled over and jumped off the bed. “Maybe you should come to the party with us to show off your moves from last night?” He muttered then leaned in closer to Quincy and mumbled softly. “I might even save you a dance.” Bradley winked then back away as he went over towards Quincy’s closet and started to rummage through it.

“Dude, where’s your sense of style at though? Did you leave it in New York?” Bradley joked as he continued to rummage through his closet.

Quincy would learn something as boring as mailbox photography if Bradley was the one teaching it to him. Quincy couldn’t admit to Bradley that it was his medication that took a lot out of him, not the dancing, but he went along with it. He had a fear that Bradley wouldn’t look at him the same if he knew he had to take medicine just to simply sleep in a new place. “I do still want to learn, thank you. I’ll prove to you I can “hang with the big dogs,” as you put it,” Quincy said, shooting Bradley a slight grin. “Yeah, yeah.” Bradley amused toward Quincy as he still rummaged through his closet, picking up his clothing then throwing them away as if they were pure filth.

Quincy had immediately missed the weight of Bradley beside him once the boy jumped up and left him alone in the bed. He tried to not wish things were different as he leaned up, the cover pooling at his waist, revealing his baggy, long-sleeved sweater that he often wore to bed. He had almost forgotten about the party tonight. The thought made him nervous, yet he was here to change, to get better. He couldn’t just stay inside all the time, right? He flushed at Bradley’s wink, and narrowed his eyes. “You might save me a dance? You mean you will, Bradley Jacobi Copperburn,” Quincy said, then gasped in mock shock. “Oh? Will I now? I guess I could.” Bradley responded with a shrug of his shoulders. “There is nothing wrong with my clothes!” that was a lie, but Quincy still picked up a pillow and threw it at Bradley.

Upon hearing Quincy’s response that nothing was wrong with his clothing, he turned around only to be hit in the mid section by a pillow. “Don’t get insulted at me because you have no swag. I didn’t tell you to buy these clothes.” Bradley said with a chuckle as he picked up the pillow and walked towards Quincy, who was rolling his eyes at Bradley’s response. “I think you should know by now, do not have a pillow fight with me.” He leaned in towards Quincy’s face, whispering those words softly toward him with a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. He then backed away and stood up, walking towards his closet again and pulled out two hangers then handed them to Quincy. “Here put these on with…” He walked back over to his closet and presented him with a pair of shoes, which he sat on the floor. “With these and come down stairs, Quinny.” Bradley said as he walked towards the door, opening it and turning to see if Quincy had any last words.

Quincy wasn’t sure how much more he could handle of Bradley getting so close to him. He was used to it from the other boy, by now, but it didn’t make him any less flush or nervous. He was eyeing the clothes Bradley had handed to him, as a way to distract himself from Bradley’s naturally flirtatious nature, when he realized he was leaving. He blinked, looking over and smirking at Bradley. He had something saucy and flirty to say, right on the tip of his tongue, but nerves swallowed the words whole. Instead, he nodded. “Laters, baby,” he joked, wishing he was a little braver, so he could actually show Bradley he wanted him as more than a dance partner.

Bradley raised a brow at Quincy calling him baby. He shook his head then walked out of Quincy’s room, back leaning against the door as he had a confused look plastered on his face. Bradley shrugged his shoulders then continued to walk toward the stairs, which he went down and waited in the living area. Meanwhile, behind the closed door, Quincy flopped forward on the bed, the clothes getting trapped beneath him. He didn't care as he groaned into the bed's cover, though. You're such an idiot, you used a Fifty Shades of Grey quote on Bradley! Wow! he thought, laying in his sorrow for a few minutes, before realizing he needed to get up and dress in the outfit Bradley chose for him.

So, he did. He got up, cleaned up in the bathroom, and put on the outfit. He eyed himself in the mirror, trying to push his bangs back, but they kept falling over his forehead. He took a deep breath, telling himself the scars on his arms and legs weren't that noticeable. It'd be okay. With a lift of chin, and a square of his shoulders, he left the bathroom, and went downstairs where so many voices were at.

The Return of Salem

I'll message the GM before actually writing anything, since I don't quite know the setting or anything either. Maybe I'm just really tired and missed some details or something lol.

The Return of Salem

I'll work on Lucifer tonight and I totally don't mind coming up with something. Perhaps these witches/warlocks are in the same city, and they're discovering each other thanks to Lilith and Lucifer. And, so, the activity of magic and stuff is increasing, and the hunters somehow catch wind.