URBAN FANTASY POST

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Who feels like playing out some urban fantasy garbage cuz I SURE DO

It’s pretty straightforward - I’m gonna (probably gradually over time) get my guys on here with a brief idea of how they’d work in this setting, here are some prompts and such, feel free to pick one or more or just make up a thing yourself!

Species

Please note that you are free to decide details of how your character ‘works’ - a ghost could be trapped on the mortal plane because of unfinished business or a curse, a vampire could have been bitten or it could be a genetic trait, demons could be naturally malevolent or some of them are just dicks. It’s up to you!

1. Werewolf - Big furry woofers. Pretty straightforward.

2. Vampire - Blood-sucking, darkness, maybe bats or mist or something is involved?

3. Fae - Probably going to be more of Seelie vs. Unseelie mischief-causing variety than cute little flying people.

4. Demon - Ow, the edge.

5. Ghost - Remember when that one animated music video was super popular for like a month and you couldn’t take two steps without tripping over fanart of it? Anyway, your character is dead.

6. Human - You all know how these work. Do I even need a prompt for this?

Scenario

1. Monster Hunt - Have there been some mysterious murders? Magical destiny? Or maybe you just really hate people with pointy teeth.

2. Occult Shop - Hey, witches and such have to get their supplies somewhere. It could be hidden somewhere or out in plain daylight, but something about this store probably feels a little off. Or maybe it’s just the smell.

3. Turf War - Is vampires vs. werewolves still cool? I don’t even know. The point is you don’t like them and they don’t like you and this is YOUR TERRITORY. Or maybe it’s theirs. Maybe the real territory was the friends we made along the way.

4. INVESTIGATION - Look there’s no denying that some weird stuff happens in this city, and some people are bound to want to figure out just what. Potentially regardless of whether they’re prepared for what they’re getting themselves into.

[[I’ll probably add more eventually I’ve been out all day and I’m tired right now]]

Comments

Ginko | Mushi-Shi

[onegreeneye]

((FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD OCCULT SHOPKEEPER HERE and by friendly I mean he's really weird and quiet but he means well... just, please don't touch anything without permission, alright. Definitely don't eat anything. There is also a significant chance that his shop tends to kind of disappear and reappear in different parts of the city, so finding it can be a bit tricky unless you know who to talk to.

I am also 100% up for him being a werewolf, in which case he probably keeps that little fact pretty tightly under wraps most of the time - of course the store is closed on full moons, have you SEEN the kind of crap that happens in this city around then - but who knows, maybe someone figured it out.))

[gainedlove]

[The bell on the door of Ginko's shop jingles, but it might be hard to see who came in at first. They're rather below Ginko's line of sight, and look around the shop in wonder for several moments before they see him and trot over.]

[There's a little claw visible over one shoulder, if you look close enough.]

Um...

[The child fidgets, biting their lip before looking up shyly.]

...d'you have stuff t' feed fairies?

suddenly, teen harpy

[mildwildchild]

There is a completely normal person coming into the shop right about closing time one evening. He's wearing a long trenchcoat with the collar turned up, current weather notwithstanding, and a baseball cap that's pulled down low over his eyes. The legs of his pants completely cover his feet, even with the cuffs rolled up, and this may be a deliberate design choice. The person in question - short, not much over five feet tall - all but slinks along the sidewalk to the front entrance of the shop and then ducks in hurriedly, flinching as the bells over the door jingle.

Totally. Normal. Person.

He clutches the lapels of his coat in one hand, unable to quite conceal that said hand looks a little...talon-y, and sidles up to the front counter. The voice that emerges from the folds of fabric is sort of rough and raspy, and one unusually bright, yellow eye is visible beneath the bill of the hat.

"I um. I heard that you might know something about treating certain...conditions."

Oh boy

[becauseimtrash]

[The kid--or is it a kid? he's one of those people who hovers in between look like a teenager and an adult--who comes into Ginko's shop at half noon is scrawny and sallow, with hair the pale brown of old cement. It's really obvious that he's scrawny, because he's not wearing a shirt, revealing a slightly ribby undermuscled torso a pastiche of wrapped bandages and band-aids on his arms.

He has something clutched in one hand.

He's also wearing pyjama pants, and has bags under his eyes so dramatic they belong at an international baggage claim.

But he's smiling brilliantly, like he's on top of the world and ready to share it with you.]

Hi!

WEREWOLF EVENT for foster, frisk, and sophie, time for stabbing and biting and such

[dontpokethat]

Running this place is rarely simple, exactly, but some weeks are worse than others. This, unfortunately, has been one of the bad ones, and as far as Ginko is concerned he can't finish closing up fast enough. He's flipped the sign already, at least, so all he's got to do is clean up, and then he's done.

As usual, he mumbles to himself under his breath as he closes up, going over orders and plans and finances, occasionally grabbing a notepad (or just a random scrap of paper) to scribble on if he thinks of something important. "Gonna have to order more rats' teeth... topaz, too. Shit, not gonna be able to afford more luck charms. Whatever, I've still got a few left."

He pauses, his eye landing on the unwrapped box of special orders on the floor. That would have to go into storage for the weekend; he hopes the customers could handle waiting a bit longer, but he couldn't do much about them not showing up on time. Ginko crouches down with a sigh to close it back up. "...And call Foster and Sophie. Alright, just gotta lock up the backdoor and that should do it..."

He pushes the box into the back room and straightens up, taking a moment to stretch out his back before he heads upstairs.

hue hue hue

[gainedlove]

[Frisk frowns as they watch Epsilon head down the street away from the shop, brows furrowed together in confusion. They'd been hanging around nearly the whole time that he had been here, even when he and Ginko had asked them to leave the room--they've gotten very good at hiding in places they can still listen over the years. And they know--they know-that Ginko and Epsilon definitely like eachother. They both keep glancing at eachother and smiling so cute--but neither of them made a move at all.]

[So what gives?]

[Frisk sighs softly, turning away from the window and making their way over to where Ginko had gone back to work behind the counter. They reach up, hesitate, then tug gently on his shirt to get his attention.]

Why didn't you kiss Mister Epsilon?

Lucy Heartfilia | Fairy Tail

[gatekeys]

((Either an actually-practiced witch or just some teenager messing around with stuff she doesn’t really understand; either way, probably specifically focuses on summoning-based magic. Maybe you run into each other getting supplies, maybe one of her summons runs off, maybe she accidentally summoned your character… there are options!

I’m also open to discussing stuff outside of that. Maybe she’s a faerie or a mermaid or something?? Who knows.))

Chiyuki | Death Parade

[arbitersassistant]

((Most likely either a ghost or just some random human who didn’t ask to get involved in this crap. Pre-emptive content warning for potential suicide mentions if you go with the ghost option. Also in general lots of spoiler warnings whoops))

Simon | Lord of the Flies

[faintlyconcerned]

((Experiences occasional premonitions, which, unfortunately, take up a lot of energy and usually make him pass out for a bit. Might actually be part angel, mostly just kind of lives like a normal kid, but honestly let’s face it premonitions are gonna lead somewhere weird eventually.

As usual, I’m up for discussing other options! In addition I can play him as a child or high school/college age.))

Frisk | Undertale

[gainedlove]

((Wow look at this perfectly normal, very sweet child that absolutely did not run away from an abusive foster home and get adopted by a magic weed peddling werewolf! Ha ha why would you think they did that but no seriously please don't call the cops. They tend to poke their nose into anything odd they find around, and are able to see demons and other supernatural beasties.))

((Also, maybe don't piss off the little shoulder demon buddy they've got, might help your life expectancy.))

excuse u it's not weed

[dontpokethat]

It's been a few weeks since Ginko last saw that kid with the mephit... friend, he guesses. Though it still feels odd to think of a mephit being friends with anyone. When it comes down to it, though, he guesses he can't afford to be too thrown off by breaches of his expectations, given the business he's in. So, though it wouldn't be accurate to say that he's put the child and their demon friend out of his mind, he hasn't been too terribly distracted by thoughts of the encounter.

He's just about to head inside after picking up groceries when he notices the box in the alley. Ginko slows down, then stops in the middle of the sidewalk, frowning. Then he steps into the alleyway, tilting his head slightly as he examines the overturned cardboard box.

"...Hey. Someone in there?"

post-DRAMA discussion

[dontpokethat]

It's well into the afternoon when Ginko finally wakes up. His return to consciousness is slow and unpleasant, though not quite so much as after he passed out for the first time the previous night; his injuries still ache, but it's more manageable now.

He sits up with a quiet groan, resting his fingers briefly against the bandages covering his silver-burned shoulder. He looks up, looking around the tiny apartment space for Frisk.

"...Hey. How're you doing?"

Foster | OC

[becauseimtrash]

((Undead human. Formerly afflicted by frontotemporal dementia, psychosis, and amyloid plaques in his brain thanks to a degenerative brain condition! He did all the necromancy himself.

Self-destructive, still suffering from brain problems because being dead doesn't fix your brain, really nice if you can get over the rest of his personality.

Likes to help out at Ginko's shop, isn't getting paid for it because he just sort of volunteered for it without asking. Age extremely flexible.

Before he's Undead, he spends a brief period as a werewolf. Where...dhole? Whatever.))

Sometime after Foster Incident #1, text from Ginko's phone

[gainedlove]

ar u ok im sorry i hurt u im relly relly sorry

this is frisk

i wont do it again i promis

Deidara | Naruto

[blondeshellbomb]

[An incredibly smug, generally unpleasant art student with really questionable judgment. Probably performs illegal and potentially immoral magic experiments on a regular basis, definitely thinks he's totally justified in doing this because art is its own justification or something. It's really bad.]

Tobi - OC

[liedtoyou]

[[Looks 10, is actually 15. Blond, blue-eyed, doll-like werefox boy. Super obviously foreign, has questionable English skills and a really... frilly... sense of style.

He's staying at Grant's shop and sleeping behind the register until he's no longer a wanted... uh, child.]]

[liedtoyou]

[Chip leaves for school very early in the morning, but they inevitably wake up Tobi in the process.

Which means that once Chip is gone, it's just him and Grant.

Who is, apparently, a big believer in breakfast.

So every morning, they end up sitting diagonally from each other at opposite sides of the register counter with bagels and coffee mugs, not talking to each other.

But Grant's unspoken speculation and silent judgement make him anxious. Tobi knows they're there, he can feel it in the room's tension and in the stolen glances he ignores behind his sunglasses.

Why did Sophie think this would work...?]

i realized i put this in the wrong place at first?? here it is for whenever you want it

[woofdad]

Mornings after full moons are always a little difficult; Grant doesn't tend to sleep much on those nights, his more canine brain being more focused on tearing around the cellar and destroying heavy-duty dog toys. Usually, though, he falls asleep eventually, if not for as long as he would normally be resting.

Of course, sometimes something like last night happens. He often can't quite identify the causes of things like that; he doesn't know for sure why he was up all night barking - maybe something about an unfamiliar smell outside? That's all he can remember - but uh. It kept him up a good bit longer than usual.

Once he's ushered Chip out the door and off to school, he drops onto his stool behind the counter, taking a swig of coffee before glancing over at Matti. "Hey."

Rumo of Zamonia

[blackjackofeurope]

He was born a werewolf and subsequently abandoned, lived the first few years of his life feral before he was taken in by an illegally formed werewolf commune called Zamonia. It was isolated and self sufficient and a haven for werewolves that decided they were Done with broader society. As such it ignored a lot of rules. More mundane ones about building standards and permits and etc, and the more harshly punishable werewolf exclusive laws such as the ban on 'breeding' and free range transformation, refusing to register, etc etc.

Sssso, when project cure was having trouble finding willing guinea pigs, the community was raided, and the residents human rights waived in some dubiously legal fashions. Rumo himself was maybe 10 at this time. As the cure attempts turned up nothing and got more aggressive, a batch of the Zamonian woofs were subjected to a magical and metabolical blocking experiment that was supposed to prevent transformations. Technically it worked. Rumo and friends no longer transform on the full moon, however it stuck them in a permanent half transformed state.

Ultimately this did not go well, ended in several deaths, and was the end of Project Cure. Rumo now lives doing one of two things. Mostly by chance he discovered he was an excellent woodworker, and luckily taking orders for and then constructing furniture was not something that needed a whole lot of face to face time. Secondly, as a "person" immune to werewolf bites, well versed in canine body language, and retaining his human reasoning during a full moon he sometimes gets paid to be either a bodyguard or a babysitter, depending on if his client is a werewolf themselves, or looking to be protected from them. He knows Ginko bc they were in the same cell block in Project Cure, and occasionally stops by the shop for chits and or chats.

Re: Rumo of Zamonia

[blackjackofeurope]

[The figure that just shuffled into the shop looked kind of like something out of a Ghibli movie. A long dark cloak that went all the way to the floor, had a heavy hood, and a mess of scarves obscuring all of the face. It's proportions were odd, and its gait resembled more of a shuffle. It's close to closing, and Rumo shuffles down aisles, doing his best to avoid any remaining patrons until the shop is empty and properly locked up.]

Grant Abaroa | OC

[woofdad]

[Werewolf in his early 30s who runs an occult shop and has adopted a part-demon kid, nothing unusual there.

Though he's a pretty intimidating-looking guy (being, you know, a huge scarred-up werewolf who is actually missing an eye after a certain point in his timeline), and can take advantage of that when handling difficult customers, he's actually kind of just a big sweet doormat when it comes down to it.]

[shiro2hero]

(( i found u ))

GROSS DAD MAKE SHIRO GO AWAY

[demonpuppy]

It had taken a week to get Chip to finally agree to stay with the weird owner of the shop near where they had been hiding. An entire week of concern and arguments and a patience they still can't understand. They still don't trust this entirely, keeping an eye out for where the holy symbols are kept and sleeping only in fits and bursts while Grant himself is fast asleep. During the day they mostly hide upstairs, watching the TV on a low volume so they can hear what Grant is doing downstairs. He's tried to get them to go to school, but a few days ago had finally seemed to give up.

It's late afternoon when Chip hears a loud thump from downstairs, and they freeze up for a moment before slowly getting up and, quietly as they can, sneaking over to the stairs and creeping down to find out what happened.

[toothaches]

The bell over the door jangled and a creature made its way inside. It was drizzling out so he took a moment to shake his wings out by the door rather than dripping all over the little shop. He walked with a hunch, not due to his build but more due to exhaustion and the sheer anxiety of going into a place you've never been and talking to A PERSON.

Oh gods oh gods oh gods oh gods.

The sphinx drew up to the counter and wrung a ratty baseball hat between his big lion paws. His golden mane, a mix of fur and feathers, stuck out untidily from the collar of his Bon Jovi t-shirt and bristled as he dared to speak.

"E-excuse me..."

Sasha | Severed

[heartpieces]

[Demonology student with an unsettling interest in necromancy and a general tendency to come across as Very Intense; lost her family in a demon-related Incident a couple years back that probably involved her and her whole family literally being dragged into Hell, subsequently not a huge fan of demons.

However, there is this one two-headed raven-thing that lives in her dorm room and that she feeds sandwich meat to, what is up with that.]

[brushoff]

[ Dorian is a classics major this go around because the last time he went to university, back in the 1950s, he majored in English and really, he's not going to do the same thing twice over. That'd be dull, and he can't stand being dull. Of course, majoring in classics at Urban Fantasy AU is a bit unexpected, considering someone down the hall is majoring in thaumaturgy and the girl he's sleeping with is majoring in history of the occult--all the better, though. Dorian adores being unexpected. And, though he won't tell anyone this, he kind of likes things older than him.

What he doesn't like when his damn roommate (ew, he has a roommate, uni can be terrible sometimes) leaves the door open and Sasha's awful bird flies into his room, makes a bit of a mess, and takes a bird shit right on his shoes. He's storming down the hall, way too pissed off.

When he reaches her room, Dorian just tosses the door open without even knocking as he gives Sasha a GLARE. ]

Can't you control that damn bird of yours?