𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓼

"Eventide is safe haven for anyone and everyone -- whether they be mundane or supernatural, celestial or infernal, living or dead (or undead), faerie or eldritch horror (not that there's much difference, there), gods or mortals -- provided they can follow the rules.

While our primary "location" is in Santa Marta, California we have entrances and exits all over the world and all over the multiverse... If you need a doorway to any plane of existence, we have it, for the right price.

So, why don't you come on in, sit a spell, grab a coffee, have a pastry and let go of your troubles..." - Patrick Ó Loinsigh, proprietor and owner.

EventideSpirits is a multi-muse, multiverse original lore IC, script style and thread style roleplay blog run by @xrozario-sanguinemx • Open/Public (just @ me, specify a muse and start up a conversation!) || Muns 18+ Only || Primary Universe is based around my multiple WIP novel series.

RULES:

DO NOT FOLLOW IF UNDER THE AGE OF 18

This blog will contain mature/sexual themes and graphic violence. As a 29 year old, I do not feel comfortable roleplaying with minors for this reason.

This blog is fiction but will sometimes reference IRL politics and events IC.

Blacklist tag "#IRL Politics" if this is going to be an issue -- or block me.

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I have no problem with violence but if you're going to seriously harm my characters or kill them, PLEASE talk to me in private so we can hash out how that will work in-thread.

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While this blog is primarily original lore, some threads/AUs take place in WoD/VtM 20th. Even so, I play fast and loose with the in-setting lore. If you have a problem with that, block me.

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This blog is multi-ship so any characters can be with any characters and most of my OCs are polyamorous ANYWAY. Additionally, I do not have the time nor the energy for "anti vs proship" bullshit. None of my characters are minors and I will not ship them with minors because it makes me uncomfortable. End of.

WARNING: This blog WILL have graphic and disturbing content.

this includes but is not limited to: mentions of incest/CSA, mentions of rape, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of child loss (OG Timeline Morgan) body horror, eldritch/cosmic horror, torture, murder and mind control. I will try to tag triggering material when it comes up.

The Regulars:

Morgan Kendrick:

She/Her || 25 || DOB: October 25th 1995 || RIP about 2 weeks ago || Vampire (Siren) || Precognitive || Fae Ancestry || Medium || Baby Witch || various AU versions

Laurent DeFantome:

He/Him || "30" || DOB: January 6th 1970 || RIP 2000 || Vampire (Nightingale) || Occultist || Bookstore Owner || Masters in Psychology || Tattoo Twin || Seeker of Secrets || Original Universe

Louis DeFantome:

He/Him || "26" || DOB: Jan 6th 1970 || RIP 1996 || Vampire (Siren) || Party Boy & Club Hopper || Sculptor || Piercings Twin || College Dropout || Secretly Protecting his Brother || Original Universe

Laci Lydia Brighton-Lee:

She/Her || DOB: January 18th 1977 || RIP October 31st 1998 || Vampire (Revenant) || Chaos Instigator || Psychic || Oracle || Age-Slider || Clairvoyant || Apocalypse Prevention Expert || Original Universe

Patrick Ó Loinsigh:

He/Him || DOB: Midwinter || Cursed Sidhe || Unaligned || Bartender || Owner of Eventide || Exiled Royal || Opener of Doorways and Giver of Advice || Original Universe

Adam Freemont: 

He/Him || "29" || DOB: August 11th 1896 || RIP 1925 || Vampire (Siren)/Bloodbound Spirit || Morgan's Maker/Sire || Social Psychologist || Gaslighting Egotist || Daddy Issues || Photographer || Rich, Spoiled Playboy || Vaguely Goth Pretty Boy || Original Universe

Florian Lazarescu:

He/Him || "23" || DOB: March 20th ???? || Zantosa Revenant || Airheaded Party Boy || Gay Transgender Goth Disaster || Hedonist || No Childhood Memories || Daddy's Boy || VtM OC

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Okay so -- what you need to know first of all is that there are like, infinite planes of existence and they're all overlapping and stacked on top of each other. Like some weird combination of a three-dimensional spirograph, a tesseract and a cosmological layer cake. Secondly, what you need to know, is that most of the planes can't really interact with each other, not directly, anyway. Every plane of existence lives on its own personal frequency and unless you can vibe at that specific frequency, you can't see it or interact with it. Uh, not for most people, anyway.

There are some weirdos out there who can see and hear these other existential frequencies -- usually, it sounds like tuning in and out of different radio stations or looking at a double exposure on a photograph fading in and out of sight. There are even weirder weirdos who can create a bridge-frequency that lets them cross over into those other planes of existence or directly interact with them. I am not one of those weirdos though I think you can tell I'm one of the first kind. I think. It's always hard to tell what's actually dimensional bleedover and what's bipolar deciding to fuck with my head. So, you know, take everything I say with a grain of salt. Or a gallon of it. You decide your salt poundage, is what I'm saying.

Okay, with that tangent out of the way...

All of this kinda makes it sound like everywhere on our plane (The Material Plane, baby!) has the same frequency. Which it doesn't.There are minute variations in the vibrations of our plane throughout all of existence -- and that's how you get liminal spaces or like, the places where you can cross over into other planes, even without the ability to open doors. Basically, some places have a variation in the frequency that makes them really similar to another plane of existence and that allows some like, bleed over.

Depending on what kind of place you're in, that'll kind of determine what's bleeding over. Your own personal vibration matters, too. Like, the mood your in, the place your head is at, what kind of day you've had. There's an infinite number of planes and while there's totally an infinite number of existential frequencies, theres's some... overlap. Like when you get your radio set between two stations so that you can hear both? It's like that.

The plane of existence that's closest to the one most of us live in is The Land Beyond the Mists, which like, most people know as Faerie or The Hill or Under The Mountain or... Look, Faerie shit always has roughly fifty-billion names per concept, they're slippery like that. Point being, Faerie exists one station over from us -- probably because we used to be the same station. Faerie and Earth used to be kind of the same place but at some point, the fae looked at what was going on here and said "oh, hell no. Fuck this." And then they packed up their shit and left. But because it would take way more oomph than even the Seasonal Queens had to completely separate from the Material Plane, it stayed connected. There are places where it's still totally the same place, too. Deep in the woods and high up in the mountains there are places that are still totally Faerie.

Another place that exists on a really similar frequency to the Material Plane is the Astral Plane -- yeah, that place that all the hippies and new-agers say is where we go when we dream. Which isn't totally true. Most people don't go to the Astral Plane when they dream. Most people, end up in their own personal demense -- the plane of existence that lives inside of their head that no one else can really get into. As far as I can tell, the Astral Plane is kind of like, the space between all of the planes, like a cosmological crossroads where all the planes can bleed into each other and interact. I guess it's like, the blood type O- but with existential vibrations. Which honestly, should make you pretty fucking glad you don't go there when you dream because like, imagine if your mind crossed over into some kind of existential plane of eternal torment? That would blow.

Oh and that personal demense thing, yeah -- all of us have a plane of existence that's solely ours and solely tuned into our frequency. There's some stuff that can get in there from the outside -- some vampires can do it if they've got the skill with mind-reading type stuff, some Outside beings can do it, hell some humans can do it. But for the most part, your personal demense, your mindscape if you will, is your personal safe-space. This is totally yours and no one else really gets to decide what happens to it... Mostly. It's also only connected to the outside world through you. As far as I know, basically every sapient being, everything that has a soul, has a mindscape. Which is partially why there's like, an infinite number of planes.

The last plane of existence that I know that exists right on the edge of this one is...The Creeping Dark. It's the domain of an aspect of something that came from Outside of the Ordered Cosmos -- something we call the Myriad. It has a bunch of different names but none of the ones I know are its real name... Which I wouldn't write down even if I knew it. Names have power, that's why Fae are the Spiders Georg of naming things. Anyway, this is not a place you want to be. This is not a place you want to Cross Over into -- and unfortunately, it's one of the ones that has a real bad tendency to bleed over into our world. It really likes abandoned buildings, old mineshafts, anywhere dark that humans are scared to tread. It's even bleeding into the tunnels beneath the city of Santa Marta (where I...live. If you can call it living...) which makes this city like, stupidly fucking dangerous for everything and anything. Ugh this is why everything should be served in trays with compartments. You do not want the planes touching like that.

Okay well, I think that's pretty much what you need to know about the planes of existence. Like, I could get into the Celestial Firmament and the Infernal Abyss and the Land of the Dead but like -- the thing is, those are just names humans gave to groupings of planes with similar frequencies. They're not like, one specific place they're just planes that have really fuzzy, indistinct boundaries and have started blending together. And I'm not like, an expert on those planes anyway. Especially since like, I won't be going to any of them when I die anyway...

Anyway, there's my little explanation of the planes of existence! Hopefully it made some kind of sense, lol.

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