you're impure. you've done bad things, been a cruel person, or you've been terribly wrong, and you've seen what the world really is. maybe you're bad, or maybe your road to hell is paved with good intentions. whatever the case is, there's red in your ledger.
they're pure. almost innocent, even. they're kind and open and the very opposite of worldly. maybe they're not always good, no one is, but their heart is clean.
despite these differences, there's something between you. you shouldn't relate, you should be worlds away...
how to play
comment with your character. mention if they're more likely to be pure or impure.
reply to others.
use the rng to determine the direction of your thread or come up with your own direction.
prompts
light || the pure is affecting the impure in a positive way.
dark || the impure is affecting the pure in a negative way.
purposeful || you want to corrupt something so pure.
forgive || they know what you've done and they've forgiven you.
death || something comes up from the dark past and strikes out at the one loved the most. they know it would hurt you to see them in pain - or worse.
life || the smut option. will there be hesitance in "defiling" purity?
cheer || never again did you think that there would be simple joys. picnics, birthdays, gentle holding of hands.
confessions || you have to get them into your life; they're the only good thing you can see.
teach || one party is teaching the other about more worldly pursuits, may or may not be sexual. perhaps they feel guilty for this, perhaps they don't.
end || you can't do this to them anymore. they deserve so much better than you.
That is what, as an angel of the Lord, he was taught to believe they were to his very core. Abominations that were meant to be killed or locked away in the fiery pits of hell to rot. Yet, here Castiel was, working with another demon.
Or part demon at the very least.
You would think he would have learned his lesson after Crowley, but then there was Meg and she had been loyal to him -- a beautiful example of pain and beauty and change. Then there had been himself, a creature meant to be holy who had single-handedly caused so much pain, so much death, and betrayal, and everything that was supposed to be a demon's territory that he would never have the blood off his hands.
So maybe all of that's why he was willing to give Daimon a chance. That -- and Castiel had learned practicality in his time on earth. Sometimes, despite reservations, you had to work with those that you had issue with for the greater good. Hopefully, this time Castiel's choice had been the right one.
(OOC: Interested in something involving lyrium withdrawals, shared Kirkwall guilt, and a situation where friendship crosses a line into a night of bad ideas? If so, I'll gladly write up the starter. Just let me know if you prefer action or prose.)
[ooc: Would you be okay with something more platonic, like Jess having been an ex-Hydra experiment, and now ex-SHIELD operative, helping Steve look for Bucky post TWS since she was raised within Hydra and knows how their "weapons" operate? She has to tell him about her past so he knows what they're dealing with, which means he has to hear about the crap she went through, etc etc. Good ole' fashioned Marvel Team Up Angst.]
(Really, he could go either way. He carries around a lot of guilt but is also a decent person. Gen or shipping is fine. M/F for shipping unless we've threaded before M/M. Action or prose is fine.
Starter is for virborassan. Please use a different prompt if tagging in. Thanks!)
[It was hard to make sense of what he saw. He was with the ground forces when the blighted dragon broke apart an upper bridge. In the falling rubble, Cullen was sure he saw Elareth, Hawke, and Varric. Maybe others. His stomach dropped out, and time seemed to stop in that moment. Then there was a green flash and...nothing.
There was no time to process it. The demons were relentless in their attacks. He still had to kill them, had to lead his troops, and he did it with a singlemindedness that only his training could have allowed at this point. Lost. She was lost.
For how long that lasted, he couldn't say. Time on a battlefield was measured in moments. Slash. Parry. Run. Kill. And again. And again. Burning legs, leaden arms, no breath, keep going.
He was nowhere near the rift anymore when they emerged. He heard about it second-hand. He came running so quickly he nearly threw himself face first into rubble twice. He had to see her for himself, see that she lived, that they made it out safe.
One look at Varric's face told him something was incredibly amiss. Elareth looked...numb. He drew up short, saw others milling, looking confused, and did what he always did in a crisis. Lent his aid.]
Our Inquisitor has returned. Look sharp! Get to helping the survivors. We have much left to do.
[There was no chance for anything else just then. He'd have to catch up with her in a more meaningful way once they returned to Skyhold. He could only hope it wouldn't be too long.]
[She couldn't even look at Varric. Not when she knew the hurt she'd find there. Sure, she'd sent people to their deaths before, but it had never been like this. Never so personal. She hadn't watched them stride into a hopeless battle just to buy her time.
She'd sent Stroud off and spoke just a few words to the remaining Wardens before slipping away. Cole had found his way to her side and usually, she welcomed his calming presence after a hard battle. This time, she sent him away. It was clear he hadn't wanted to leave her but he had done as she'd asked.
As battered as she was, she found her way back to the army's camp and made a beeline for her tent in the center of the camp, not even bothering to stop at the healers first. She knew that her injuries weren't overly dangerous and to be honest, she knew that they had more important things to do.
All she wanted to do was find her cot and pass out, armor or no.
She remained isolated as much as possible during the trip back to Skyhold, barely speaking to anyone unless they needed the Inquisitor. Most could tell she wasn't taking her time in the Fade well, so most issues seemed to be sent to Cullen to deal with. In the back of her mind, Elareth felt bad for allowing him to shoulder what should've been her duties, but she knew she could trust him to do what was best for the Inquisition until they could get back to Skyhold.
Once they were back, she made an appearance at the hastily called War Council before quietly excusing herself and heading off to her quarters, leaving servants and soldiers whispering in her wake. Rumors were spreading among them that while they'd been traveling back, the Inquisitor hadn't been sleeping well and sure enough, once true night had fallen, a scream could be heard coming from the Inquisitor's quarters.]
Daimon Hellstrom | Marvel
one feathery butt, coming up!
That is what, as an angel of the Lord, he was taught to believe they were to his very core. Abominations that were meant to be killed or locked away in the fiery pits of hell to rot. Yet, here Castiel was, working with another demon.
Or part demon at the very least.
You would think he would have learned his lesson after Crowley, but then there was Meg and she had been loyal to him -- a beautiful example of pain and beauty and change. Then there had been himself, a creature meant to be holy who had single-handedly caused so much pain, so much death, and betrayal, and everything that was supposed to be a demon's territory that he would never have the blood off his hands.
So maybe all of that's why he was willing to give Daimon a chance. That -- and Castiel had learned practicality in his time on earth. Sometimes, despite reservations, you had to work with those that you had issue with for the greater good. Hopefully, this time Castiel's choice had been the right one.
"You said you had information."
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Mina//Hansel and Gretel, Witch hunters// F/M
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Murphy MacManus// Boondock Saints 1 or 2// Male for female
ben wade | 3:10 to yuma | m/f
charlie prince | 3:10 to yuma | m/m
Cassandra Pentaghast // DA:I
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I hear ya. About to go to bed, myself!
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new journal name, same cass :)
nice name!
thor odinson ( mcu )
blondie | sucker punch
steve rogers • mcu
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Raenef V | Demon Diary | OTA
Morrigan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA
Belial | Tarot Cafe | OTA
Cullen Rutherford | Dragon Age 2 or Inquisition | OTA
Starter is for
[It was hard to make sense of what he saw. He was with the ground forces when the blighted dragon broke apart an upper bridge. In the falling rubble, Cullen was sure he saw Elareth, Hawke, and Varric. Maybe others. His stomach dropped out, and time seemed to stop in that moment. Then there was a green flash and...nothing.
There was no time to process it. The demons were relentless in their attacks. He still had to kill them, had to lead his troops, and he did it with a singlemindedness that only his training could have allowed at this point. Lost. She was lost.
For how long that lasted, he couldn't say. Time on a battlefield was measured in moments. Slash. Parry. Run. Kill. And again. And again. Burning legs, leaden arms, no breath, keep going.
He was nowhere near the rift anymore when they emerged. He heard about it second-hand. He came running so quickly he nearly threw himself face first into rubble twice. He had to see her for himself, see that she lived, that they made it out safe.
One look at Varric's face told him something was incredibly amiss. Elareth looked...numb. He drew up short, saw others milling, looking confused, and did what he always did in a crisis. Lent his aid.]
Our Inquisitor has returned. Look sharp! Get to helping the survivors. We have much left to do.
[There was no chance for anything else just then. He'd have to catch up with her in a more meaningful way once they returned to Skyhold. He could only hope it wouldn't be too long.]
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She'd sent Stroud off and spoke just a few words to the remaining Wardens before slipping away. Cole had found his way to her side and usually, she welcomed his calming presence after a hard battle. This time, she sent him away. It was clear he hadn't wanted to leave her but he had done as she'd asked.
As battered as she was, she found her way back to the army's camp and made a beeline for her tent in the center of the camp, not even bothering to stop at the healers first. She knew that her injuries weren't overly dangerous and to be honest, she knew that they had more important things to do.
All she wanted to do was find her cot and pass out, armor or no.
She remained isolated as much as possible during the trip back to Skyhold, barely speaking to anyone unless they needed the Inquisitor. Most could tell she wasn't taking her time in the Fade well, so most issues seemed to be sent to Cullen to deal with. In the back of her mind, Elareth felt bad for allowing him to shoulder what should've been her duties, but she knew she could trust him to do what was best for the Inquisition until they could get back to Skyhold.
Once they were back, she made an appearance at the hastily called War Council before quietly excusing herself and heading off to her quarters, leaving servants and soldiers whispering in her wake. Rumors were spreading among them that while they'd been traveling back, the Inquisitor hadn't been sleeping well and sure enough, once true night had fallen, a scream could be heard coming from the Inquisitor's quarters.]
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Inquisitor Lavellan | Dragon Age | OTA
Crowley | Supernatural | open
Archangel Michael || Original || Open
The Driver { Drive } - OTA
Belial | Original Character | As Open As Your *#&$
princess nuala ( hellboy II: the golden army )
hades | mythology | m/f
nuada silverlance | hellboy | m/f
Steve Rogers ✪ Captain America ✪ MCU
Rin Tohsaka | Fate Universe | OTA
Sakura Haruno | Naruto | OTA
Yamaguchi Tadashi | Haikyuu!!