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hello! welcome to my original character that’s been a couple years in the making either in short stories, imaginings in my head or a meager attempt here til i got the courage to really DO this. please read below for a tl;dr rundown of an introduction or bop over to my links for more a more in depth look at this guy! 

who this? seance alder is horror based with cross-overs welcome in any fandom that i’m familiar with. even most that i’m not. my main cross-overs would be marvel, the walking dead, far cry 5, and anything paranormal, ghost hunting, psychological horror or horror related. basically, toss me your ideas and let’s plot! as i dig in, i will flesh out his au’s that will include in depth marvel, twd and other verses. as for now, his default verse is set in moon/moon township (or pittsburgh), pennsylvania or nyc. but with his travels, he can be about anywhere your muse may be.

status: he is divorced (of which i am open to plotting exes with mutuals if you’re into that thing and we mix on ideas!) with no kids, bisexual and demiromantic. his age range goes from 35 to 46 and as such, any romantic partners should be 25+ with a preference for 30+. other relationships are open to plotting whether it be platonic, one night stands, etc. but heavy ships should be in those age ranges with no real limit on how much older the muse is than him. he’s open to that.

novelist: seance is a well known novelist in the horror genre. think clive barker and neil gaiman had a baby and stephen king got to be the babysitter. his stuff isn’t for the weak of heart and it’s pretty dark. he’s ventured into fantasy a few times. but it always leads back to horror with him. his series that he is most famous for revolves around a 1920s setting his hometown and carries the name of where it was ‘birthed’ under each heading. and if you want to learn more, write with me!

college: an alumni of johns hopkins university, he returns there often to lecture on writing and psychology. also taking the time to tour other universities as a guest speaker as well as appearing at writing and horror conventions when he has the time or interest. the latter is difficult at times seeing as how he can be quite a recluse when the mood hits him.

cross-overs: mcu (a very vocal critic in publication against the avengers once their damage began to cost human lives, he has published several articles that are widely known as some of the worst against the heroes to date. let him be your canon’s critic, let’s get some tension going!) twd (a member of alexandria, he has been there since the beginning and helped build and craft the town before it all fell. as the others began to splinter, seance went off on his own and is later seen outside the commonwealth, avoiding joining the city and sticking to his own means until he’s not given much of a choice) and more to come!

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LOYALTYWORN (bucky barnes, main blog) NOMADICAL (paul rovia, medium/low activity)

                    THREE  SECONDS  OF  SILENCE  AND  GURGLING  OF  THE  RIVER  ——  THAT’S  ALL  SHE  GETS  THESE  DAYS.   Peace is a luxury commodity by design, forfeit with as much as a signature on ‘s.h.i.e.l.d. confidential’. For most of them, that is. Natasha’s peace was never born to begin with, cold Soviet soil too poisonous to produce anything else but war. What’s happening now doesn’t feel unfamiliar, it is only broadcasted louder than what she, one made for the shadows, is used to. 

                    She is an Avenger now, memories of the Black Widow slowly died off together with those who carried them. Most of the files, most of her past scrubbed clean from existence. But even the obscure gets amplified now  ———  soviet spy, red death, Baba Yaga herself… Plenty of new names she’s earned over the last couple of weeks in the uproar that followed Sokovia and whilst her skin was too thick for any of it to hurt her, she stood there observing those who were powerless against the oppression. Those who dedicated their life, even their death, for good just to be broadcasted as villains. That was the moment when the last modicum of peace they had died, sending them spiraling into havoc.

                    ❝ Knock you out? I thought you writers were better with cliffhangers. ❞     Is this not what it is, now? A long stretch of unknown crowned with the reason of why she’s there. An end of a chapter that leaves one questioning, biting their nails until a new one is released. Only he is not the one writing it.

                    She rests against metal railing, wind carrying the stench of the river flogging them both. This setting is far from glamorous, it reminds her of deals struck in locations just as seedy as this one. Like Sisyphus, she’s back at the foot of the mountain and that bolder is not getting any lighter to keep on rolling up.

                    ❝ Do you think it’s this kind of iron certainty about someone’s list of priorities or intentions that make you so believable? ❞     Less of an attack, more curiosity that drives her questions. Doesn’t seem a high priority on your list of places to be, he says, and she wonders what makes him think that he has her priorities all figured out. Even she doesn’t, not now. All but scattered in the wind, a flight of what was and what will be. 

                    ❝ Maybe I am here for pierogis, with the side of ceasefire. Know where I might find any? ❞

a crack of an uneven grin. a measuring, curious stare above the glint of a pair of silver wire framed glasses. silver and black curls, wild as the wind, bob with the breeze as he shoves his hands further into the pockets of his woolen coat. scruffy chin tucks into the soft layers of a scarf wrapped around his neck, hanging freely down his front and back. left to sway with the breeze along with that untamable hair. his brow jerks up. 

ceasefire? 

“wouldn’t ceasefires require us to be in some sort’ve war?” withdrawing one of those hands, a gray and black wool glove with the flesh tip of a thumb jutting out the very end is used to nudge up his glasses. rhey’ve not moved much. it’s a habit. along with the sniff that’s unnecessary and seems to jar his tongue into working order again. “far as I know? it’s never been about fighting. only about finding some other way of protecting people without destroying the very thing that’s being protected. but, skipping back to the beginning here---because that spiked my curiosity the most. the rest is well known between you and I and everyone else. boring, old news. don’t you think?”

seance bends at the waist, relaxing enought hat his elbows brace himself against the metal. long lines of rust from every heavy screw bolted into place stream down it’s sides. pittsburgh is old. It’s seen better days. but it’s been home for a long time. beautiful in spite of it’s tear stains and moans and groans of old battered and worn steel. it still holds strong. exactly like the opinions of it’s inhabitants. present company to Natasha included. 

gaze aimed at one of the large shipping vessels passing underneath them, he frowns in thought before aiming the question up at her without standing straight. “i’d like to think my honesty makes me believable first. haven’t ever done much to hide my opinions under my cuff. regardless of who’s asking the questions. much to the many years of woe my publicist reminds me she suffers through,” again--that grin appears and he’s not at all guilty, “my writing’s a close second to what i’d like to think is next in line. far as pierogis? you’re gonna need a local to show you were the good ones are..

...guess we can toss the side of ceasefire in there? or is this just because you’re hungry and you need a tour guide?” what? him? joking? who would have thought? a smile follows. damn near close to devilish by the way his teeth glint in it. 

// sleepy time but now that i have this info.. i'll be back after work and all that jazz in the evening. love y'all! xoxo! be good and be safe!

the brains

people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

tagged by: @t0nystrk <3

oh my god, peeps!

// the amount of time i put into recovering the email to this account! i really thought it was lost forever and i was so upset! but i found it! thank goodness! yaaaay!!!! anyway! seance is here again and i'd really love to pick up his plots again. if anyone is still interested in our plots, i'd love to continue.

as well as make new ones!

anywhooo. he's got a pretty good history with a setting i can toss him into most paranormal, supernatural, marvel, horror, zombie, or hell.. i'll find a way to put him in anything. just come plot with me!

@careol​ || prompts that make me go 👀 || accepting!

[ WOUND ]:  upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

damn, this HURTS.

pain radiates up his arm from the long scratch running up the muscle underneath his forearm. couple of others on his cheek, a bumped up ankle. those hurt, but they’re alright. this one? this one is going to be hell. teeth bare themselves as they clench. he’s sitting in the kitchen of carol’s house where they’ve all converged after the run. listening to the voices in the living room chatter away, he’s excused himself and wandered off to go mend the scratches and wounds that were visible. this one? he kept hidden. cause he didn’t want anyone to worry. 

god damn metal and glass make shift alarm system is what it was. something a survivor must’ve made a few years back. enough to get nice and dirty. rusty as hell. he counts back how many years it’s been since he had a tetanus shot. the year the world went to hell. turns out? he might be on the lucky with that. don’t they have at least a year or two left before that much time’s passed? hell. he hopes he’s been counting right. cause it’s deep.

@rgerz || prompts that make me go 👀 || accepting!

[ TUG ]: the sender tugs the receiver close against them by resting a hand against the small of their back, pulling them flush against their body.

dark chestnut eyes squint up into those endless seas of blue, they’re close enough to make him breathless and seance is doing his best not to show it. steve is someone who can be dangerous. he’s someone who can be dangerous to steve. not because the other seems to care about his reputation. looks like the avenger doesn’t mind being on either side of the government’s favor or disfavor should the need arise. least in his eyes. but that life is over for the former captain america. isn’t it?

so, maybe, the real risk of reputation is weighted solely in seance’s hands when it comes to the greatest cost. (is that why he’s pulled so close? is steve doing him a favor by damn near blocking him from view of anyone who might pass them by? why the kindness?) being so avidly outspoken against the cost of the avenger’s heroics. how a wrecking ball into an operating room in the middle of an open heart surgery isn’t the greatest way of getting things done. that’s what he compares them to. for the most part. situations like that. where the hope of something good coming out of such wreckage---he’s focusing on that. trying his best to cling to the idea that he can’t smell steve’s cologne. or feel how solid he is.

handle me with care - traveling wilburys

all time low (acoustic) - jon bellion

crucify - tori amos

the same deep water as you - the cure

the worry list - blue october

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