@WonderlandSage-
╔《 ACT I — THE VELVET COIL 》╗
“Sit. Breathe. Tell me your story… and perhaps the smoke will tell you the ending you haven’t reached yet.”
CB
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and/or drop things ♡
;// NEW ANON !! NEW ANON !!
He’s back <3
( in kahoots w/ @VioletVanisher- )
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╔《 ACT I — THE VELVET COIL 》╗
“Sit. Breathe. Tell me your story… and perhaps the smoke will tell you the ending you haven’t reached yet.”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
╔《 THE ORACLE OF WONDERLAND 》╗
The Caterpillar OUAT au
Info thread dni <3
❖ MAGIC & ABILITIES
Smoke Divination ;
He reads memories, emotions, futures, and hidden truths through enchanted smoke.
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Oracle Sight ;
Rather than seeing the future itself, he perceives countless possible futures simultaneously.
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Memory Extraction ;
Forgotten memories can be drawn from people or enchanted objects through specially prepared smoke blends.
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Dream Walking ;
Those who unknowingly fall asleep inside The Velvet Coil sometimes find Azrael waiting within their dreams.
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Illusions ;
Smoke becomes tangible in his hands, forming lifelike visions, creatures, or entire memories.
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Wonderland Magic ;
His power grows stronger in places touched by Wonderland or powerful imagination.
❖ THE VELVET COIL
Hidden along one of Storybrooke’s quieter streets sits The Velvet Coil.
A narrow storefront filled with shelves of ancient books, worn journals, forgotten maps, enchanted manuscripts, and shelves lined with ornate hookahs from every realm imaginable.
Warm lantern light illuminates the room through clouds of fragrant smoke.
Leather chairs circle low wooden tables.
Soft instrumental music hums somewhere impossible to locate.
The back room is where magic truly lives.
Certain smoke blends reveal memories.
Others reveal possibilities.
Some show visitors truths they spend years trying to forget.
Books occasionally rewrite themselves.
The layout subtly changes overnight.
And somehow…
every customer always finds exactly the book they weren’t looking for.
❖ PERSONALITY
Azrael speaks slowly—not because he is hesitant, but because he has already considered every possible reply before choosing one.
He is patient beyond measure.
Quiet.
Perceptive.
Almost impossible to provoke.
Rather than giving direct advice, he answers questions with questions, encouraging others to discover truths themselves.
He dislikes certainty.
He believes certainty is the enemy of growth.
While he rarely laughs aloud, he possesses an incredibly dry sense of humor hidden beneath philosophical remarks.
He values curiosity above intelligence.
Transformation above perfection.
Questions above answers.
AZRAEL VIRE
VISAGE ; Henry Cavill
PENNED BY ; @Breadss-
In kahoots w/ @VioletVanisher-
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;// may change this idk yet — but in the meantime feel free to drop things if you wish to interact with her ,, or if you’re interested in Criminal Minds ( they are also fandomless/multiverse so anyone is welcome to interact !! ) mayhaps go interact with these guys ( since I’m more active atm on them just because that’s where my muse is as currently :3 )
Evelyn Hart - @QuanticoGhost-
Santiago Vega - @EchoesInEvidence-
David Rossi - @BuriedCaseFiles-
╔《 ACT I — The Girl Who Shouldn’t Have Known 》╗
“ Most people are born into a life.
I was drafted into a war. ”
CB
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╔《 ACT I — The Girl Who Shouldn’t Have Known 》╗
“ Most people are born into a life.
I was drafted into a war. ”
CB
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and/or drop things ♡
( or check out the gif starters in the MBs ! )
╔《 ACT I — The Girl Who Shouldn’t Have Known 》╗
“ Most people are born into a life.
I was drafted into a war. ”
CB
( specify mood if you’d like! )
and/or drop things ♡
( or check out the gif starters in the MBs ! )
@DemonBlood- Feel free to drop something angsty on my MB or continue the roleplay we were doing before! :)
(Ruben 2.0 <3)
Ruben never stuck around for long, but he knew exactly when and where to meet Samantha at the right time.
The angels, however, complicated things.
He and Sam were supposed to meet up, but he had to hide until they went away. Once she noticed him, he immediately hid his face.
He was frustrated, and even though he knew that Sam trusted him, it was still a hit-or-miss in most cases.
@DemonBlood- (God, the way you described that made me realize how much of a twisted situationship the original relationship was. I mean, I know it was toxic, but damn lmao) Ruben lost his nerve for just a moment. His gaze softened and he slowly took a step back. "Yeah, sorry about that." His voice was sharp with its usual sarcasm. "In case you haven't noticed, angels aren't too fond of me." He very much wasn't used to people being so gentle with him. Sam's words gave him a pause, too. 'I was starting to think something happened to you.' Did she really care? He'd never admit it, but he was touched by her words either way. He was sure that she didn't like him, (not yet at least). He didn't care too much about her either, but he was oddly fond of her, which was why he had to go through with his plan. He knew that it was what was best for her. "If it's just you, I'll come out a little further, but we have to make this a quick conversation."
◊【 @where_the_fun_begins 】◊ Sam’s eyes narrowed the second she caught movement out of the corner of her vision. The angels had barely left, their presence still hanging in the air like static before a storm. And then she saw him. Or at least, she saw the familiar shape of him before he immediately turned away “seriously?” She crossed her arms, glancing around the empty stretch of road “you know, for a demon, you’re really bad at acting casual” her gaze lingered on the spot he was trying—and failing—to hide behind “you can come out now. They’re gone.” There was a pause. Then, softer: “Ruben” the frustration in his posture was obvious even from here. Sam frowned. Something had happened. Again. Something he wasn’t saying. She took a few steps closer, boots crunching against gravel “what is it this time?” she asked quietly. “Angels give you trouble? Or are you just avoiding me?” The latter was meant to sound teasing. Instead, it came out more concerned than she intended. Her jaw tightened. Because that was the problem with Ruben. She knew she shouldn’t trust him. Every hunter instinct she’d ever developed screamed that trusting a demon was stupid. But somehow she’d gotten used to seeing him waiting in parking lots, abandoned diners, empty motel corridors. “You disappeared for three days,” she said, stopping a few feet away. “No cryptic messages. No warnings. Nothing. I was starting to think something happened to you.” The admission slipped out before she could stop it. Immediately, she looked away, annoyed with herself “which is ridiculous,” she muttered. Then she glanced back at him “but you’re here” a beat “so either tell me what’s wrong…” Sam tilted her head slightly “…or stop hiding and let me see your face.”