Tame your demons

[interjection]

Darkness Loves Light

No matter how the darkness looms around you - how much you've become the darkness - there's one bright spot in your life - a person who makes everything worthwhile. It doesn't really matter how they came to you. What does is that they stay. Whether you admit it or not, you seek comfort from them...and, perhaps, them from you, if you're in the same situation. So, whether you push them away, treat them right, or go so far as to worship them and put them on a pedestal, you don't want them to go now. You crave being with them, or at least being in their presence. Don't ruin this for yourself. After all, what would you do without your little ray of light? You'll do anything to keep them happy and loved. Anything. Respond to the meme with your character, canon, preferences, and, if you'd like, what position you're character will be in. Respond to others. Darkness Drawn to Light: They're the only good thing in your life and you'll keep them, no matter what. Light Drawn to Darkness: Despite how they may push you away, you still try to get closer. Darkness Dawn to Darkness: You both deserve a little relief in a lifetime of battles.

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ariel ♆ tlm (darker fantasy au) ♆ ota

[soulease]

[ the light, even though her happy ending isn't going to be so happy.

this ariel is from a darker/more realistic take on the little mermaid, taking cues from the original demos for the movie's songs and the source tale. ]

Rhys the Company Man | Borderlands | M/M preferred

[10milliondollars]

(Could be the light or a shade of gray. Only willing to be the truly dark one for Vaughn.
Relevant info can be found in here~)

Esther Moreau | OC | M/F

[57times]

[ Ageing her up to 18, happy to go up to 21 on request. Likely the 'darkness' in this situation but could be someone's light?? Either way, I'm down for platonic scenarios as well as romantic. ]

Jonas Quinn | Stargate SG-1

[sassyalien]

[The light]

Re: Jonas Quinn | Stargate SG-1

[glowingeyedgoddess]

[Darkness!]

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M

[preciousbrat]

(depending on the canonpoint he can be either the "light" or the "darkness")

Bucky Barnes | MCU | M/F

[protivvyter]

[ Darkness. ]

[secretare]

( would you be up for a karen? )

nazuna nito | ensemble stars! | ota

[pyonpyon]

( anything goes. )

rapunzel | tangled

[watcheslanterns]

[ light ]

[livesarock]

[would u be interested in some beauty and the beasty-like fluff? am ok with auing into her verse.]

Stephanie Rogers | MCU (63)

[eleutheria]

( light...slight darkness sometimes; prefs )

[winterssoldier]

[Interested in a Bucky?]

karen page, daredevil.

[secretare]

( light til it kills her. )

karen page | mcu

[paged]

[ def the light ]

have a modern!au flavor for a change!

[namereclaimed]

[ It's a story played out a thousand times on the screen, big and small; guy spends his life building, piece by piece, and finally gets it all only to lose it in the span of seconds. Life clicks on, and he does too, but it's not the same. Doesn't last. The world doesn't go to hell but it might as well, the size of the cavern in his chest, but he continues on because there's no alternative. Finds other work, similar enough but with fewer rules, works for a paycheck and does his best not to look too closely at the faces of the people it helps. There are wins, and losses, they send him all over, wherever he's needed, but he doesn't mind. Doesn't settle down. Looks ahead instead of behind because at least that way he can keep moving.

But the faces stick anyway, the bad ones more than the good. He throws himself deeper in his work, focuses on the mechanics of it rather than the people, but they continue to stick regardless. He keeps moving, right up until his refusal to invest or keep his head up any higher, his attention any further ahead than it needs to be, gets him stuck in a military complex on the wrong side of things. It takes them two months to get him out, and what they find isn't great, but he's at least more or less in one piece. Enough to help them take the place down, anyway. Another four months in a friendly base and he's back to something like normal, if jumpier and even less inclined towards conversation.

He leaves as soon as they clear him, a ticket to wherever he wants in his hand and enough money banked to hold him over for a while. Clear his head, they say. Long as he wants, he's still got a job whenever he decides to come back. He picks New York, mostly because he's never been, and while he mostly regrets the choice the first time he's packed in among a crowd like sardines, he sticks with it anyway. Finds himself an apartment, maybe not the nicest part of the city but at least it's four walls and the roof doesn't leak and it's someplace to get away from the noise. More or less.

He finds a bar that's decently close too, although honestly the only reason he sticks with it is the fact that the food's better than most of the others in the area. But it's about the third time he spends the better part of an evening there that he sees her.

She comes in about once a week, he soon discovers, sometimes by herself, usually meeting someone, although not always the same person. He doesn't mean to stare, but she doesn't quite seem to fit the dim, dingy interior, so he watches, though he at least has the sense to try not to be obvious. Soon it becomes the highlight of his week, this naive looking girl who insists on frequenting the place. There's a week she doesn't come at all, and his heart sinks. He stays later that night than he should, stumbling down the street when he's finally rousted out with a series of black, foulmouthed grumbling that steers the other late travelers out of his way. It shouldn't bother him. Has no reason to, they've never even spoken, but she's quickly become a bright spot in the grey of everything else and the absence sparks a bleak kind of misery.

The next time he sees her, however, he changes that. Stalks across the bar when he sees her seat herself and sits down opposite her after a mumbled request for the seat, gesturing in case he's not quite clear enough. He's already half certain this is a bad idea, but he pushes ahead, not quite looking her in the eyes but at least attempting something like a friendly smile, even if it's more than a little unsure of itself. ]

...drink?

Jessica Jones | MCU

[akajewel]

[we all know where Jessica falls in this.]

Matt Murdock | MCU

[scotomaphobia]

[Darkness.]

Penelope Garcia l Criminal Minds

[bauoracle]

[Light, no contest.]

Cipher Nine | Star Wars: The Old Republic

[orbitalstrike]

[Could go either. Prefer to keep it in the Star Wars universe. Voicetesting]

Loki | MCU | OTA

[mischiefandice]

[Darkness.]

Steve Rogers | mcu

[stilljustasoldier]

Dr. Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler ⛨ Overwatch ⛨ OTA

[watching_over_you]

*The light with hints of darkness probably so can go either role*

combo 1 & 2?

[araignee_du_soir]

How foolish of Mercy to let herself get separated from the soldiers that were securing the area where the remnants of an old Talon base in the Middle East had been found. The location had been abandoned over a year prior by the terrorist organization, nothing of import to be discovered there, but Widowmaker liked to make sure there were no loose ends laying around.

Dropping silently from the rafters behind Mercy, the assassin pressed the barrel of Widow's Kiss against the ex-Overwatch agent's back. The red glow from her lowered visor and the tell-tale French accent easily gave her identity away.

"Bonjour, Docteur. You are far enough from home to make me wonder if you have a death wish."

steve rogers | mcu au

[iceolative]

[the darkness. prefs in journal, pm with any questions.]

[umbraeternam]

[ I'm intrigued as hell by your AU. interested in cross canon? there could be some mutual dealing with personal demons, particularly if I played Kylo lighter. or could go the opposite where Kylo's interested in him as a weapon but also some mutual "other people fucked us up to use our abilities for their own means" vibes. ]

Lestat | Vampire Chronicles

[tueurdeloups]

[ could be either; a monster compared to a kinder person, or a beacon to a more bitter soul. bring on the clash of personality/ideals. m/f, m/m, or even gen fine, so long as it's unnecessarily intense. assumed cr clearly okay here! maybe pm this account to plot if so. ]

fulfilling our mutual desires for Manic Pixie Dream Vampire

[immortalized]

The days were growing thicker with dreams while he slept, hot like steam in a greenhouse. They were vivid and rich with sensation, like premonitions, and though they varied in the fine details, every one was the same. Ambrose might start in the midday or late afternoon, the scent of blood thick in his nose, terror clenching his heart. Neighbors slammed their fists on the wall, barking through the thin enough walls, 'take it to a hotel room, buddy!' He'd been crying out in his sleep.

It was the hunger, tormenting him. Any dream he had, any setting, any situation -- he would inevitably trap someone there with him, a friend, a colleague, without the strength to break free of him. He would take them, there, his teeth cutting through their flesh, soft as fruit. Screams would suffocate him, and he would only revel in it. Ambrose in these moments felt he was seeing his dream completely in first person, yet trapped inside himself, unable to stop, left with little more to do than try to yell over the shrilling voice in his own ears. A little wasn't enough, not when that hunger seemed to drill down into the pit of himself ever deeper the more he would drink. The struggle was blissful, the agony was delicious. Little drinks weren't sufficient, for it wasn't simply blood he felt glowing down his throat, over his mouth. Death. Let him be part of this cruel yet just and beautiful cycle, let him be the end of it, since he can never end himself.

Ambrose didn't fear the act quite so much, and really, that alone could be an appropriate indicator of his type of person. No, what Ambrose has always been aware of is intent. Greedy, gluttonous, mindless. His horror was losing himself to this demon, this thing of clandestine power that had given him new life, for a steep price. One Leon had made sound quite different.

And yet, not really. He had promised Ambrose beauty, didn't he? Beautiful it felt, killing, that much could not be argued. Ambrose never knew it could feel so good. That was what he feared -- not a possibility, but a certainty. He could accept it if he knew that 'losing himself' like this was a full promise, no awareness, let the beast take his body and dispel his soul forever. Somehow, for some reason, this simply wasn't part of the deal.

But an uncertainty was taking root in that garden now, one that begs to wonder if it were a seed of Ambrose's deluded doing, or a deliberate infiltrator of his adoptive demon. Ambrose would sit and tremble in his bed, trapped in the fog of his dream, blood-sweat lining the wrinkles in his palms and the corners of his mouth -- and he would have no confidence that what he had just witnessed hadn't been a dream.

The hunger would do anything to break him down, wouldn't it? It wasn't that Ambrose couldn't trust himself around mortals like this, though. He is an actor, is he not? Reclusivity was simply a coping mechanism. He's made himself scarce, a bladed implement with two sharpened edges. Drawing back into himself is what he knows best above all else, meditating on his moods, alchemizing his thoughts into something worthwhile -- painful as the process can be.



Ambrose hears piano music above the drone of his shower, but not immediately. His focus on scrubbing the dried blood-sweat off his skin and out of his hair is tunneled deep for some long, thoughtful minutes, so he couldn't really say how long it's been playing for. He makes no point to rush, but he is soon enough twisting the knob in the shower and cutting the spray and, with it, the wall of sound surrounding him.

The upright in his living room, certainly -- the sound is immediate and nearby, Scarlatti's Sonata in G skipping along in its bright tempo. Now is when Ambrose makes quick work of his movements, drying and dressing with haste before stepping out of his bedroom. He moves quiet on bare feet, but with brisk movement up the hall and into his living room.

"--Lestat," Ambrose blurts despite himself, a flaring moment where he thinks he might have guessed. The vampire legend sits looking proud and elegant, seated at his piano, glimmering in a pearlescent way that he always questions being real. Of course it would be Lestat, letting himself into his apartment, and as much is said on Ambrose's face. "...To what do I owe the pleasure?" His low voice is simple enough to be neutral, but the softness and shape of inflection are clipped like a bird forced to be tame.

The girl who babysat Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley

[thegirlwhostudied]

[Most likely the light, unless there's some kind of extreme AU shenanigans going on.]

jason todd | dc comics

[encrimsoned]

( Darkness. No Parents. )

peter parker | mcu

[thwippage]

( Light. )

Bucky Barnes | MCU | Canonmates preferred

[frozenassets]

[Can be either light or dark (more likely light) Pre-war, either or during World War 2, darkness as the TWS. Medium to longer tags preferred.]

armand; vampire chronicles

[gradationsofevil]

[ almost definitely the darkness in love with a 'lighter' character. or, in love with someone who's just dark in a different way and who armand can follow. would adore canonmates or cross-canon with assumed cr. permissions. ]

[talkative]

[Different kind of darkness? Jackie isn't that prone to leadership normally, but that's more due to circumstances; if it was called for, he'd happily turn into someone to be followed.

Also assumed CR - perhaps they've been aware of each other and met a few times, but then a few months ago they started to live/travel together for some reason?]