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haunting:

A haunting chuckle filled the air.

- The Ace Of Diamonds, chapter x 

hollow:

He freezes when the necklace laying in the hollow of her throat lights up with a strange, glittering shine. However, she doesn’t seem to notice. She merely sleeps on.

- Crown Jewels, chapter 5: Hearts of Steel

desperate:

Now she murmured something in her sleep. The noises were small, unintelligible and sounded very desperate. Maybe she was having a nightmare. She used to have those sometimes. Deacon had mentioned they’d got worse over the years. More frequent.

- Falling In Reverse, chapter x 

after the death of his mother, wren spent years recreating the milky way galaxy on his bedroom wall and ceiling in his shitty apartment as a sort of “memento” of her; in a way, it was an outlet for his grief and anxiety. 

send me a lyric and i’ll write you a mini AU based off it ↳THE VILLAIN TRIUMPHS AU

She’d gone by many names over the years. Luz, Paz, Lady of the Light. It didn’t matter what they called her; all that mattered was that they spoke to her with reverence. She stepped through the door leading into her temple. For a moment, her thoughts were drowned out with the deafening roar of the crowd of sick and dying.

Lucía held her head up higher, a saccharine smile painted on her lips and silenced them with a wave of her hand. “My children,” she said and her voice echoed. “I’m so happy to see you. Who shall be the first among you to join me?”

The crowd surged and a man stumbled forward. He had pockmarks and lesions all over his face. Another victim of her sister’s last curse. How quaint. She kept her smile up but kept her distance as the man approached. “And what’s your name?”

“Martin.” He smiled and revealed a mouth missing more than a few teeth.

Lucía tried not to shudder. “How nice to meet you,” she said, inwardly wishing she’d picked the person herself. But it wouldn’t matter soon enough. “Now Martin, I need you to stay very still. This’ll only hurt a little bit.”

She reached forward, her nails like claws, and searched for his soul. It was a fluttering, sickly thing. She snatched it and pulled. Watched as the pain set in and Martin opened his ugly mouth and screamed. He tried to pull away but she held him tightly with her other hand. Silly humans. They always tried to run when the pain set in. Didn’t they know pain was the only way to perfection?

The last of his screams echoed across the chamber as his body slumped to the ground. Lucía turned and walked over to the nearest clay form, vaguely human. As soon as she set the soul inside, the clay rippled and morphed to take on Martin’s shape, but healthy. Gone were the lesions and pockmarks. More than that, all his imperfections had been erased. Now he would truly know what it was like to be without imperfection, free from all the things that made humans disgustingly… human. The new Martin blinked, eyes still unfocused.

“There you go,” Lucía cooed. “Perfect. Just like I intended.”

This ended up with a “Family” theme and I just noticed later! Oh well, hope you don’t mind! 💞

FACT ONE

None of Ilithiya’s sons inherited her trademark indigo eyes, favouring instead her father’s amethyst and her husband’s azure. However, all three of her grandchildren did.

FACT TWO

Aurion’s parents died when he was two years old, leaving him to be raised by his much older sister and her husband.

FACT THREE

thank you eva!!!

for vices, my boy Jules from We’re Not Superheroes is really not a good dude. he has the power to induce hallucinations for other people, which he shapes, and he gladly uses it to torture people he doesn’t like. 

for virtues, on the other hand, we have Christopher, also from We’re Not Superheroes. he does everything in his power to protect the world from his destructive power and would do anything for the people he is loyal to.