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Glossary Opens Relationships Recs The Flower Shop
Anonymous says: Walking into the flower shop, Saeth paused just inside the door, taking in the sights and smells that bombarded her. Dampening down her sense of something being wrong, she walked farther in.

Jack was just in the midst of closing his ledger and preparing to summon Alyssum when he noticed a pair of eyes peering in from the door. Though his own were weary, they still glittered with his smile. 

"Well? Come in. No sense in you standing out there in the cold."

theepitomeofevil:


"A swine? That’s hardly an insult compared to some I have heard, though I’m not offended by them. Only the weak call names so they feel bigger. Does that mean you are weak?" She asked as she raised a curious brow, a slight smirk appearing on her face. She narrowed her eyes at the question. "I am known as Avarice. Though I suspect you are mocking me instead of being polite." Her pupils flashed slightly white before they went back to normal. She was loosing her human form rather quickly. "If not a guard nor a fighter, then what is he good for? Playing fetch?"

"Chiefly. Among other things." he mused, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Avarice." he said, trying the name out. He hmmd. "Well, it suits. I’ll give you that."

He offered a genial bow…mocking, yes. “The King of Thorns.” he answered. “And very much at my own service. So tell me,” he began, straitening. “I hardly think a creature of your stature must be so incredibly bored as to resort to kicking a lowly Changeling Hound. Surely you’ve better activities to fill your time. Like… oh, razing entire cities, turning men into concrete…that sort of thing. By the way, I was an enormous fan of that whole…” he twirled his hand. “I had the distinct displeasure of visiting Pompeii in it’s heyday. I must say I wasn’t impressed. I was more than happy to see it made into a crumbling statue.”

"I’ll take that as a compliment." She raised a brow as he offered her other forms of entertainment. "Turning people to stone? What creature do you think I am? Medusa?" She chuckled as she wiggled her fingers slightly in the air. "No, no. I am more great than the greatest being." She exclaimed, the scales starting to appear on her skin. "I’m glad that you liked it. It was more fun than some of my other forms of entertainment." She calmed down and the scales retracted, though she didn’t know how much longer she could hide her true form.

"Hardly." he chuckled at her comment about being Medusa. " Factious humor on your behalf. Though I’m amused sarcasm doesn’t quite seem to be your forte. Science darling. I normally am loathe of mortal ways. However at times they prove quite interesting, if not insipid. Everyone knows when Vesuvius blew the ash was boiling as it blew through that city."

His lips thinned with his smirk. 

"But then I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of that trifle… “

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darkeneddimitri:

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darkeneddimitri:

Dimitri had been helping Hound find his owner for sometime. It had been going pretty boring until the demon had suggested they stop and eat. Hound had reluctantly agreed and they stopped by a market. In between bites he noticed another male chatting with Hound. Dimitri didn’t know why but he didn’t like it. One bit. Soon he grabbed Hound’s arm and pulled him away from the male, narrowing his eyes at the male before he ran off. 

Pulling them through space and shadows… Hound could hear the other’s pulse hammering away in his throat. It was a sound he had a great fondness for, in any creature. Adrenaline was like it’s own form of alcohol, greater than any mead and honey slipped in his bowl at suppertime at home. 

Distance to the fae creature, of course, was hardly a matter at all. The King of Thorns had already procured him a place to rest outside of Arcadia, should the need arise. He was greatful for it now, though it was seldom used except to bathe, and dress, and begin his mission of tracking once more. It had been easy to forget how tiresome tracking his prey could get… that even after the autumns great Wild Hunt, it sometimes took him a full half-turn of seasons to recover, once the thrill of the chase and Unicorn’s blood wore off. This was just like one long, extended run. 

Of course since he was the stronger of the two-and since it was the halo of his teethmarks on the other’s throat-it was only natural that it was his duty to shelter and keep the other. As the shadows gave way to the lights and streets of London, he stopped only for a moment to fish a set of keys from his long coat, and passed them over to the other with hardly a word. 

"They are human things. You would do better with them." he stated. 

Dimitri was suddenly brought back to when he had visited hell. Oh it had been a fine adventure. Being pals with satan and torturing poor souls that had damned themselves with selfish thoughts and knives. Sometimes he wished he could return. It was like a candy store. 

Now was one of those times.

When he suddenly realized where they were, and a key was handed to him he reluctantly took it. The demon let his eyes rake over the key multiple times before looking at Hound with some confusion. “…Oh.” Was all he said. 

Hound shot a curious look over his shoulder as he started for the (sparsely furnished) flat, but walked on to lead the way. 

"What are you thinking?" he inquired at the other, as they walked. "You have the smell of nostalgia. Tell me."

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outsidersbewarybewary:

"That’s enough."

The voice that interrupted him was pressing, with age and the thousands of years of it’s owner behind it. 

Jack stood just at the base of the flower shop stairs, wiping sticky sap from his hands with his apron. At his voice, Alyssum gave a shrill cry and darted from under Pitch, and ran into her adopted guardian with a force that made the elder faun stumble backwards. 

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"There, now… " he soothed, murmuring to her and stroking her hair. But his eyes never left Pitch. "Away with you, child. Go upstairs, I’ll be up in just a minute."

The young girl nodded, and he took a moment to restore her glamour of his own volition, before shooing after her. 

When she was gone, Jack leveled a look at Pitch. 

"While I appreciate a good mortal scare as much as the next denizen," he stated, in a businesslike tone at Pitch-"I would be very much obliged if you would refrain from knocking the words out of my child and giving her a coronary." he huffed a small, ‘it figures’ sort of noise, half in amusement. "She doesn’t have the tolerance for Boogymen some of the rest of us have come into."

— Pitch’s mouth curled into a snarl, angry that his fun had been cut so short. He sensed that the man who stood at the base of the flower shop was another Changeling, this one much older - but not as old as the Nightmare King himself. Pitch was aware that the Changeling was emitting some sort of energy - and perhaps if he was human anymore, he would have been affected by it. But thankfully, he remained unchanged.

Turning to face the man, he raised his arms to summon his legions of shadows to rally around him. They danced across the walls, and his fearlings clustered around him on the floor. They sensed their master’s anger, and shuddered in delight. Pitch seemed to grow in size, his eyes flashing gold.

"Who thinks himself important enough to defy me?" Pitch asked, his voice quiet and dangerous.  "What is your name, Changeling?"

Unperturbed, he lifted an eyebrow, and the corner of his lips perked again. 

"Phooka." he answered simply. "For what it’s worth. Or rather, ‘Puck’, if we’re to be formal. Though I go by Jack these days. Or… ‘old man’. Take you pick. "

He looked about at the shadow minions doing their menacing dance, and folded his arms a little, observing them with interest. 

"Are we out of children to cause a quake in their beds, then? Business must be slow, . . all the fuss for a senior citizen."

OOC: I’ve returned from Hiatus!

Thanks so much for being so understanding, you guys. The crisis at home lasted longer than could really be helped. 

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//ooc family member in hospital

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outsidersbewarybewary:

Alyssum blinked large doe eyes at him. “No sun… .?” Well that made things harder… “Wait!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I think we still have a poinsetta or two left over from Christmas…they love the dark! I’lll go get one, wait here.”

Before he could object, she skittered away. In a moment she returned, carrying a larger, red-leafed Christmas plant. “Now the leaves will stay red for another month or two, but then they’ll droop. But that’s normal ok! So don’t worry. They’ll bloom again when the snow comes after summer. And don’t worry about money, it’s my treat!”

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He still wasn’t really sure why she was giving him anything. The last time he received such kindness he was tied down moments later. The hunchback tried not to think too much on that. His eyes cast down and covering most of his expressions. The man shifted his weight awkwardly.

"So they come back to life in the cold?" He found that interesting. "Are you sure? I don’t-maybe I can bring something as payment."

Her ears twitched again. “Well. If you really have your heart set on it. Even if you don’t do it here? Just smile one time for me, okay?”

She held out the plant. “They bloom in the dark, because they’re from the forest where it’s deep and there’s no sun, so they’re used to not having light. And anyway, they bring color at Yule or Christmas! That’s when people need it most. When everything else seems grey, right?”

theepitomeofevil:

outsidersbewarybewary:

 

"So you know of it? Good for you. I’m assuming that this is your dog? Hardly an animal that could protect let alone guard. They are loyal however but tasty all the same." She smiled, her teeth starting to look more like daggers and less of a human. "And who must you be?"

"Neither is his intended purpose." The King replied, his pleasant demeanor scarcely perturbed. "Though I’m happy to excuse the mistake. After all one can hardly expect a swine used to the taste of mud to appreciate a fine Merlot and a bit of veal.”

He chuckled at that.

 At her question, however, he shook a finger. “Ah ah. Ladies first. Proper etiquette and all.”

"A swine? That’s hardly an insult compared to some I have heard, though I’m not offended by them. Only the weak call names so they feel bigger. Does that mean you are weak?" She asked as she raised a curious brow, a slight smirk appearing on her face. She narrowed her eyes at the question. "I am known as Avarice. Though I suspect you are mocking me instead of being polite." Her pupils flashed slightly white before they went back to normal. She was loosing her human form rather quickly. "If not a guard nor a fighter, then what is he good for? Playing fetch?"

"Chiefly. Among other things." he mused, a smirk still playing on his lips. "Avarice." he said, trying the name out. He hmmd. "Well, it suits. I’ll give you that."

He offered a genial bow…mocking, yes. “The King of Thorns.” he answered. “And very much at my own service. So tell me,” he began, straitening. “I hardly think a creature of your stature must be so incredibly bored as to resort to kicking a lowly Changeling Hound. Surely you’ve better activities to fill your time. Like… oh, razing entire cities, turning men into concrete…that sort of thing. By the way, I was an enormous fan of that whole…” he twirled his hand. “I had the distinct displeasure of visiting Pompeii in it’s heyday. I must say I wasn’t impressed. I was more than happy to see it made into a crumbling statue.”

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outsidersbewarybewary:

"Uh huh!" she nodded enthusiastically. "Most flowers do. Well—except the large plate dahlias. They sleep all day and it’s dreadfully hard to get them to do anything. They’re so lazy!” she laughed brightly at that. “And roses. Roses are very stuck up. And chatty. They don’t sing so much as want to talk your ear off.”

She paused for a moment, squinting one eye, and turned towards a vase in particular. “I heard that!” she exclaimed, managing to look only slightly abashed. 

She turned back to him with a shrug and a flicker of her tail with delight. “Everyone should have flowers.” she answered. ” At least just one. They make for wonderful company.”

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He still had no real idea why she would give him anything. “I don’t have any money.” Quasimodo replied with fear in his voice thinking that she may hate him for not having a cent. 

The hunchback enjoyed the idea of flowers but wasn’t sure where he could put them. Still he tried to keep up with the woman’s enthusiasm. He felt lost trying to catch up. 

"I’m not so sure they’d enjoy my company. I don’t live anywhere sunlight can reach,"

Alyssum blinked large doe eyes at him. “No sun… .?” Well that made things harder… “Wait!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I think we still have a poinsetta or two left over from Christmas…they love the dark! I’lll go get one, wait here.”

Before he could object, she skittered away. In a moment she returned, carrying a larger, red-leafed Christmas plant. “Now the leaves will stay red for another month or two, but then they’ll droop. But that’s normal ok! So don’t worry. They’ll bloom again when the snow comes after summer. And don’t worry about money, it’s my treat!”