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A place to stash the stories and snippets that continue to haunt me

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  • Ceph (they/them)
  • Spectral Overlord Regular Human Adult
  • Actual writing blog: @dysthanasia-series or @ceph-the-ghost-writer (personal)
  • Writer of paranormal/urban and high fantasy, whumpish stuff, fanfic, & a lil romance/spice as a treat
  • Reader of the above, but also anything really
  • Tag & ask game friendly
  • DNI exorcists, swagless vamps, or black-eyed kids
  • Definitely haunted. 100%
  • Ceph's stash of snippets, stories, and comics from other writer/artist beings
  • May contain works with mature or otherwise sensitive themes
  • Will eventually have a navigation guide/rec list. Probably.

Cusp of the Mend - Chapter 1

The end of Zandri Ma’ye and her family, and the beginning of all vampires.

the writer’s favorite lines:

The fear in his eyes, the scent of that fear leaking from him sends me to my knees, not wanting to stop my sister at all as she rips into his neck with her teeth, silencing his screams as she holds down his thrashing body until he stops moving completely. Until she pulls back with a gasping breath, a wild gleam in her eyes as she wipes the wave of red from her mouth with the back of her hand though it still drips down her chin and down her neck, merging with her own blood on her chest.

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go here to read Cusp of the Mend on AO3 (only available to registered users for now)

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Death and Awakening

Burning. Burning is the only sensation to come to me in the darkness of death. The fire searing through my veins, burning me alive from the inside out. It radiates out from the center of my chest to the tips of my fingers and toes, burning every living nerve in its path. My blood boils and bubbles under my skin.

In my years on earth, I have never felt such pain, such unbearable agony, than at this moment. The unrelenting fire continues to burn me, to kill me from the inside, stopping my heart, slowing my blood flow, and locking my body into a petrified state.

Please, I beg whatever might be listening.

I do not want to hurt.

I do not want to die.

Please.

A different voice than my own, a voice but not a voice at all, an unrecognizable rumble, answers me. And then the pain fades. Slowly, the fire turns to frigid ice, washing through my veins and cooling the burns left behind, numbing the lingering aches until I don’t feel anything.

I miss the pain the moment it’s gone, the only tether holding me to any semblance of life, leaving me with nothing at all except endless darkness.

The darkness into which they banished me seems to welcome me with open arms, wrapping its layers of shadow and black around me, pulling me deeper and deeper into the void until it was all I could see, all I could hear or feel or taste.

Nothing.

Anonymous asked:

K! Your place of work should treat you more humanely. (Do you want me to haunt them? I will, if you say so.)

Also...while I'm here...have a writing ask, to be answered at your leisure:

Your characters have hopped the fence and gone missing! D: What info and/or pictures do you put on the "lost" posters you slap up around the neighborhood?

Ceph, you are a light in my life, a delightful ghost, and hell yes you can haunt my district manager. My store manager has more than earned my respect and is struggling right along with me. The district manager however, is fully committed to that capitalist corporate "line go up" bullshit and making my life hell (goddammit Craig give me my promotion already!)

anyway....

writing asks! I got weird with this one and took the liberty of having shapeshifter characters to pretend in this situation they're stuck in animal form and lost. I hope you enjoy ^.^

find the word

tagged by @loopyhoopywrites, thank you! my words are today, tomorrow, and yesterday. These are all from A Question of Trust.

no-pressure tagging @mjjune @little-peril-stories and @halfbit with the words bone, absolute, grow, and reset.

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today

“You would. Next time you’re coming to me at the Yawning Portal. After that troll last night, Durnan owes me a pint or three.” She flapped a hand at her face. “Maiden’s tits, it’s hotter than Asmodeus’ taint today. You sharing that wine?”

tomorrow

Ashenivir was in bed when he got back. Rizeth squeezed in beside him and almost woke him to apologise, then thought better of it. He’d make up for himself tomorrow. Not simply say he was sorry, but show it, the way he was supposed to.

yesterday

Rizeth set his book aside. “Would you come here, please?” Ashenivir did as he was told. Please. What was that about? It certainly did nothing to rid him of the sense that he’d made a mess of things and upset Rizeth. All this…this niceness, it felt unnatural, like someone had replaced his Master with a very kind, very caring stranger. He settled uncertainly onto Rizeth’s lap. Rizeth tucked his temple braid behind his ear. “Do you think I am angry with you about yesterday?” If he wasn’t, why was he acting like this? Overabundance of kindness after an argument, in Ashenivir’s experience, was merely prelude to the next. Matron Zauvym had taught him that lesson repeatedly.

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Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence @thegreatobsesso (ask to be +/-)

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Urban Fantasy Sex World-Building

There are a lot of different creatures in my anthologies, each with a unique culture. Since I'm going to be including as many combinations of creatures in my erotic anthology as possible, I thought it would be useful to give a quick run-down of each creature's cultural perspective on sex! You can also find this and more on my Neocities site! Horny Urban Fantasy Anthology Taglist (Check out my Google Form to get added): @foxys-fantasy-tales @auroblaze @noblebs @thelaughingstag @auntdarth

Human

  • Reproduce sexually, give live birth
  • Humans tend to consider sex pretty equally an activity of intimacy and pleasure as well as a mode of reproduction. Many are concerned about contraception and STD prevention, though not as many are familiar with magic suppressants or of magical ailments contracted through sex. Despite these concerns (known and unknown), humans are known for their “adaptability” in the bedroom—their willingness to be experimental with their partners.

Elf

  • Reproduce sexually, give live birth
  • Because elven birthrates are so low, sex is considered almost exclusively an avenue of pleasure and intimacy. It tends to be private, a “study” of their partners. It isn’t uncommon for this “studying” to last many hours at a time, to fully know the range of any given partner’s pleasure and their own. Contraception isn’t taken very seriously, but knowledge of STD prevention and magic suppressants is common even for children.

Dwarf

  • Reproduce sexually, give live birth
  • Similar to other aspects of their culture, dwarves tend to think of sex and giving pleasure as a skill that can be refined, and are therefore very open about sex and sexuality, including boasting about their accomplishments. Public and group sex are also common and accepted, as well as “swapping” partners for a night. Contraception is especially important because of this, with STD preventions and magic suppressants tend to be thought of as “bonus effects” that certain kinds of contraception can provide.

Orc

  • Reproduce sexually, give live birth
  • For orcs, sex is as much about a partner’s pleasure as your own. It’s considered shameful if only one feels satisfied at the end of the night, and it’s considered toxically selfish—a poison to the rest of the community. Due to this, orcs rival humans for their adaptability and willingness to try new things, especially if it makes their partners happy. Children are also considered a blessing, and it follows that they should be created in an environment where all partners are having a good time. STDs and magic suppressants are given more cultural weight than contraception, but both are considered important.
Mature content: Sexual themes

This post may contain content not suitable for all audiences.

OC interview tag

Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet <3

I'm gonna do this one for Miyamoto from That's not Davy anymore

Were you named after anyone?

My parent named me Miyamoto after my elite father. I think they had a hunch that he would come back for me. This made it easier to find me. My father then gave me the name Toshiro because he couldn't have a child with just one name, not in the city. Can't say I like either of those names very much.

When was the last time you cried?

I don't remember.

Do you have any kids?

No. And I don't want any. Not on this shithole of a planet.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I dialed it down since my teenage years. The older I get the less patience I seem to have so usually I just get straight to the point now.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyecolor and how they carry themselves. I should probably stop that, shouldn't judge a book by its cover and all that but...if the shoe fits, you know?

What is your eye color?

Black.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies. Much more fun. Jason hates them and it's hilarious.

Any special talents?

I'm pretty good at making entitled idiots squirm in their shoes just by looking at them, does that count?

Where were you born?

The slums north from the city

Do you have any pets?

No. I don't have the time.

What sort of sports do you play?

I work out. That's it. Though Jason tried to have me join his sports club several times. Said I had to "work on my people skills." My people skills are fine, thank you very much.

How tall are you?

6'8"

What was your favorite subject in school?

Wouldn't exactly say I liked going to school. It was okay in the slums but my father made me go to one of those fancy private schools in the city where you learn a lot of useless crap. And I sucked at most of that. The practical stuff like math and basic engineering was fine though.

What is your dream job?

I think I'd working with the people in the slums to improve safety measures and general living conditions. But there's no way my father would ever let me go there again.

Taglist for TNDA (Let me know if you want on or off)

21 and 15 for the pride ask game!

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Okay! I already answered 15 here, but here’s 21!

(From this ask game)

So 21 is a free ramble card so I’m going to tell you about the single most baller queer OC I’ve ever created (she’s honestly probably the most baller OC I’ve created period, but this is a pride ask game so I felt like I should specify).

Meet Marchioness Jacqueline Marie Solange Adelaide Rembrandt:

Jacqueline is a noblewoman from a country called Victoire. Opinions on whether she’s a perfectly lively noblewoman or a scheming manipulator vary wildly.

Jacqueline is the third daughter of the second son of the Rembrandt family, who went overseas for several years to study. She returned to Victoire to comfort her grieving uncle when his only son, the late Jean-Pierre Valere Leon Rembrandt, died in a tragic airship accident. She and her uncle became very close during this time, and he chose to will his fortune and title to her. Some say she killed her cousin to take his fortune, but most people believe her incapable of this.

Okay, you got me. None of that is true. That’s just what the other nobles think of her.

Jacqueline, in actuality, was born Jean-Pierre Valere Leon Rembrandt and realized as a teenager that she was actually a woman. Her solution to this was to fake her own death, travel overseas, learn alchemy, DIY her own transition, and convince her cousins to help her gaslight the entirety of Victoire into thinking she’d been one of their siblings all along. Her father, who was also in on this, proceeded to will his fortune and title to her, because it was supposed to be hers anyway.

She also picked up a ton of alchemy knowledge and carries around a bunch of rings with magical substances like truth serum in case she needs to defend herself. She can also swordfight, although she doesn’t do it often because that’s not considered proper for noblewomen.

Believe it or not, Jacqueline is actually an antagonist, although I must stress that she’s not a villain and is in fact completely justified. The only reason she ends up being an antagonist is that the protagonists meet her when one protagonist impersonates Jean-Pierre Rembrandt and she logically assumes he’s trying to steal her fortune. He isn’t - he just doesn’t want to admit he’s been lying to his polycule about his origins for the past ten years - but Jacqueline is understandably a little concerned and very pissed off.

Also, again believe it or not, this character is from a fanfiction. I will be genuinely stunned if any of you can guess what fandom she’s supposed to be linked to :)

Anyway I hope you like her, she’s one of my favourite creations. Thanks for the ask, and happy pride!

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She sounds insanely fucking cool, thanks for sharing (and my guess is that her fic is in the Skyrim or Witcher fandom, who knows I could be VERY wrong)

Thank you! She is not a Skyrim or Witcher OC but those are very reasonable guesses based on what I wrote :)

OC Interview

Thank you for the tag @phoenixradiant!

I'm gonna do two of my antagonists and two of the most fundamentally opposite people in my WIP : Wadikir and Zatar

Were you named after anyone?

Wadikir: "Was I named after anyone? I'm not sure I fully understand the question? Most everyone is, aren't they? Hmmm? There was some first Wadakir, right?" He twirls his hair between his fingers, head tilted, his lips curled into an obnoxious smile. "What's your name? Eh, nevermind that doesn't matter. No, I do not know of any relations of mine that share my name."

Zatar: "My sister says I was named after our grandfather. Never met him. He might be dead. If he's not he might as well be."

When was the last time you cried?

Wadikir: "Cried...oh dear, a politician doesn't just talk about those things for free you know? But the last time that I cried hmm...oh I know! I lost a ship off the coast of Ikopesh about two weeks ago! Half a ton of Namutian Ivory...in some beast's belly now, ugh. Not to mention the price for replacing the vessel."

Zatar: "The day I was kicked out of the brothel where I used to live with my sister. I didn't want to sleep in the gutters again. I got over it."

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Wadikir: "Do I use sarcasm? Only as often as I use my tongue!"

Zatar: "Sarcasm doesn't fill your belly."

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Wadikir: "Their hair! Is it combed, has it been cut recently, do they have the money to take care of it? Are they bald like an Apunian? Is it braided like a northerner? You can tell alot by a head of hair."

Zatar: "Their body."

Scary movies or happy endings?

Wadikir: "Hmm...I'll say scary. It's exciting, getting that little thrill! I already deal with enough happy endings."

Zatar: "I don't really like stories..."

Any special talents?

Wadikir: "Oh! I can write with both hands at the same time! I can stack tablets as high as me, I can do a handstand, I can thread a needle with one hand..." He continues to list random 'talents' seemingly without end.

Zatar: "I'm a hunter. I hunt."

What sort of sports do you play?

Wadikir: "Ugh sports...my father wanted me to wrestle. Do I look like I can wrestle? If I want to be grounded, I'll just have more business meetings with Makorans. I prefer games, exercises of the mind."

Zatar: "I've never played any."

How tall are you?

Wadikir: "I'm 6'1", impressed? Don't be, I'm so thin I could probably slip through the gaps in door frames if I wanted to!"

Zatar: He shrugs. He is a huge man, nothing compared to someone like Narul, but amongst humans he is imposing at about 6'7".

What was your favorite subject in school?

Wadikir: "I didn't go to a school, but don't worry I'm educated. Debate has always tickled me."

Zatar: He stares at you.

What is your dream job?

Wadikir: "Hmmm...King of the Green Sea! Wait no...too much to do then...hmmm...come back to me and I'll let you know."

Zatar: "Serving my king."

Tagging @roach-pizza , @jclibanwrites , @the-octic-scribe , and anyone else!

design the clothing of a fantasy group of swamp people with me!

sorry for the wait on this, I fell into a depression hole for a few days but I have managed to climb out now and here we go! ☺️

As explained in this post, I want to invite y'all on this journey with me to design the clothing of the Iba du Dahg ("people of the swamp"), a group of Aleketur Inhuman people living in monster-infested Fury Swamp. I would love to hear your input on my ideas, for y'all to add your own ideas, and I would ESPECIALLY love if y'all drew out your own ideas and designs and shared them!! But it is not required at all.

Okay, just going to show the initial sketches I have done for their travel clothing and I'll explain my thought process as we go (for the full thought process and info, plus little mannequin sketches you can use to draw over if you want to also do some designs, check this google doc)

these are far from the final, cohesive designs, they're just me throwing things at the wall and seeing what sticks.

As explained in the google doc, the clothing they wear when out and about in the swamp would, I think, mostly be greens and browns to blend in with their surroundings, and I really like the idea that they cover/stylize inevitable mud stains by incorporating a kind of reverse-ombre effect with a lot of their clothing. I also think they would include a lot of alligator-inspired iconography, motifs, and imagery—scales, teeth and claws, etc—so I tried to include those where I could.

The hat is so Function AND Fashion I really love it. But my FAVORITE thing I made so far is:

LOOK HOW CUTE! It doesn't really go with the outfit that I put it on top of but THIS MOSS COWL IS SO GREAT I'm totally going to knit one for myself when I have the chance. Look at those cute lil mushyrooms!!

I also did some super quick sketches of some under-clothing:

And that is about all I have so far. I'm going to be focusing on more traditionally masculine travel clothing designs next, while also seeing if y'all have any input or ideas, and once that is done I'll move on to the in-village clothing, which should be really fun because we get to use a lot more colors and have to worry a lot less about function.

Let me know your thoughts!!

What's in your bag, OC?

tagged by @mrbexwrites tagging @leechjuice @thebrownleathernotebook @scribblesbyb @xenascribbles @cherrybombfangirlwrites & anyone else who is interested

Rules: Name five things your OC would have in a backpack or any bag at school.

lazy Monday so I decided to include visual references made into pngs for the hell of it, this is for the main character of my current wip who lives in a haunted library and may or may not have a thing for ghosts

  1. Wilma doesn't go anywhere without a couple of lighters buried at the bottom of her bag, ready to jet outside at any given moment to sneak a couple puffs off the toke hiding up her sleeve.
  2. Another anxious habit, who would she be if she didn't have a few prayer cards hidden in the inside zipper, bent and faded from the nervous worrying of her fingers over the years. In a pinch, she isn't below using them as rolling papers.
  3. The skeleton key is a master key that can unlock any of the doors in the library, but Wilma only stole them this time to unlock one.
  4. Full journals and broken pencils, filled to the last page in varying ink, scribbled writing of nightmares and rude customers, birds with no heads and girls with no hearts. She can't keep a clean pencil for the life of her.
  5. Her mother's rosary, if not in her bag then around her neck, nibbled absentmindedly between her teeth, or tucked safetly in the confinements of her coat pocket to twist her fingers around the beads, she always keeps this with her. Even after everything.

Bones and Bullet

3: You've Really Got to Learn to Fight Offense

CW: knife mention, drug use mention, combat violence, blood and injury, swearing, needle mention, drugging mention, gun.

Word Count: 3k

Chapter Three

It took Shadow a minute to remember where he was. The faces of the posters on the walls were stuck with knives, from in-bed target practice he guessed. There were more clothes on the floor than hanging in the closet, and there was something under the pillow. He pulled it out and for a moment didn't process what he was seeing.

“I fucking knew it,” he muttered as he stared at the well-worn, faded band shirt. He got up, now wide awake and armed with the shirt, mentally practicing how he'd confront Veronica about it. He went to find her, not expecting to get the air knocked out of him as soon as he rounded the corner into her living room.

He landed on his back, wheezing as he caught his breath. Veronica had been waiting in ambush to tackle him and his annoyance about the shirt flared up into full-blown anger.

“What the fuck Veronica?” he managed, glaring up into blue eyes that were already drilling into him. He briefly thought that this was the closest they'd been in years as she straddled his waist and pinned his arms above his head, her lips pulled into a snarl.

Roast Your OCs Title Game

I always appreciate a tag from @touloserlautrec , especially for a game like this!

Rules: reduce your OCs to the most stereotypical versions of themselves and make story titles for it

as always, here is the Shapeshifter trio-

  • Warrick – So You Want To Be A Problem? Tips On Circumventing Basic Security Measures And Giving Cops The Finger Without Going To Jail
  • Kerr – Frequently Getting Punched In The Face For Having A Smart Mouth: One Man’s Adventures In Moressau
  • Jay – Five Feet Tall and Filled With Boiling Rage: A Self-Help Book For Those Dealing With A Napoleon Complex While Practicing Pacifism

I shall gently tag @somethingclevermahogony @aalinaaaaaa @revenantlore to pass this on ^.^

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