haunted earth

Chthonic Deities and Spirits

Deities

  • Hades, king of the Underworld
  • Persephone, queen of the Underworld; wife of Hades and goddess of spring growth
  • Hecate was the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy.
  • Thanatos, god of death
  • Hypnos was the god or personified spirit (daimon) of sleep.
  • Hermes ,The guide of the dead who led the ghosts to their final resting place in Hades
  • Macaria, goddess of the blessed death
  • Melinoe, goddess (daemon)  of propitiation’s to the ghosts of the dead
  • Angelos, Not much is known about her  She was referred to as “She of the Underworld”
  • Eris was the goddess or personified spirit (daimona) of strife, discord, contention and rivalry.
  • Nemesis, the goddess (daemon) of indignation against, and retribution for, evil deeds and undeserved good fortune.
  • Nyx , goddess of the night
  • Erebus, the primeval god of darkness, his mists encircled the underworld and filled the hollows of the earth
  • Keres, goddesses of violent death, sisters of Thanatos
  • Styx, goddess of the river Styx
  • Acheron, god of the river Acheron
  • Alpheus, god of the river Alpheus
  • Cocytus, god of the river Cocytus
  • Eridanos, god of the river Eridanos
  • Lethe, goddess of the river Lethe
  • Phlegethon, god of the river Phlegethon
  • Palici - twin chthonic gods who presided over the geysers and underworld entrance
  • Erinyes, Chthonic deities of vengeance

Nymphs

  • Lampades, torch-bearing Underworld nymphs
  • Orphne, a Lampad nymph of Hades, mother of Askalaphos
  • Daeira An underworld Nymph and companion of the goddess Persephone. She was connected with the Eleusinian Mysteries.
  • Gorgyra An underworld Nymph. She was the wife of the River-God Acheron
  • Leuce (Leuke) A Nymph taken by thr god Hades to the Eleusinian fields where she was transformed into a white poplar.
  • Orphne An underworld nymph, the wife of the river Acheron.
  • Minthe An underworld nymph who had some sort of relationship with Hades (varies heavily) and ended up turned to mint most likely by Persephone.

Spirits

  • Keuthonymos, an Underworld spirit and father of Menoetes
  • Lamia, a vampiric Underworld spirit or spirits in the train of Hecate
  • Menoetes, an Underworld spirit who herded the cattle of Hades
  • Mormolyceia , a Underworld spirit or spirits in the train of Hecate
  • The Oneiroi were the dark-winged spirits of dreams
  • Cacodaemones (Kakodaimones) Evil spirits which issued forth from the underworld to cause harm.

Judges

  • Rhadamanthus, judge of the dead
  • Minos, judge of the dead
  • Aeacus, judge of the dead

Moirai

  • Clotho, “spinner” spun the thread of life from her Distaff onto her Spindle.
  • Lachesis, “allotter” or drawer of lots, measured the thread of life allotted to each person with her measuring rod
  • Atropos, inexorable" or “inevitable”, literally “unturning”, was the cutter of the thread of life. She chose the manner of each person’s death; and when their time was come, she cut their life-thread with “her abhorred shears”

Daemon

This only includes Daemons who are primarily underworld based so this list does not include beings like Nike, Eros, and other  personified spirits of the human condition (which is what greek daemons tended to be)

  • Amphiaraus  The prophetic Daemon of a subterranean oracle at Oropus in Boeotia.
  • Arae (Arai) The underworld Daemones of curses
  • Ascalaphus (Askalaphos) An underworld Daemon who tended the orchards of Hades
  • Ceuthonymus (Keuthonymos) A mysterious underworld Daemon. He was the father of Hades cattleman Menoetes.
  • Charon (Kharon) An underworld Daemon who ferried the souls of the dead across the streams of Acheron into Hades.
  • Eris was the goddess or personified spirit (daimona) of strife, discord, contention and rivalry.
  • Empusa (Empousa) A monstrous underworld Daemon with flaming hair, the leg of a goat and a leg of bronze.
  • Epiales The underworld Daemon of nightmares.
  • Eurynomus (Eurynomos) An underworld Daemon who stripped the flesh from the corpses of the dead. He was described with blue-black skin and was possibly imagined with a vulture’s head.
  • Melinoe A frightful underworld Daemon who led ghosts forth from the underworld to haunt the earth. One side of her body was coloured pitch black, the other was stark white.
  • Menoetes (Menoites) An underworld Daemon who herded the black-skinned cattle of Hades. He was wrestled by Heracles who cracked his ribs.
  • Nemesis, the goddess (daemon) of indignation against, and retribution for, evil deeds and undeserved good fortune.
  • Trophonius (Trophonios) The Daemon of the subterranean oracle of Lebadea in Boeotia.

Creatures

  • Cerberus the gigantic, three-headed hound of Hades which guarded the gates of the underworld and prevented the escape of the shades of the dead.
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The World’s Most Haunted Island

Poveglia Island, in the Venetian Lagoon, Italy, is surrounded by a number of spine-chilling legends and is described by locals as the ‘most haunted place on Earth. The 18-acre plot of land was once a quarantine station for people with infectious disease and a mass burial ground for plague victims who were sent there to be burned. According to historical estimates as many as 150,000 people died on the island. Local authorities have closed off the island in an effort to protect the public but recently the island was sold to a businessman to raise capital. (Source)

title: five stages of grief

summary: Six years is a lot of time to grieve the loss of the girl who has your heart.

one) denial

When Bellamy wakes up the day After, he doesn’t cry, even though he feels the sadness resting at the hollow of his throat and stinging at his eyes. In his chest, his heart is breaking, and there’s a deep, near-bottomless emptiness, but there’s also hope. The kind that cuts, makes it hard to breathe. She could be out there, he thinks. She could be alive; he hopes, and it is torture. Because she isn’t. He has to accept that. Besides, he thinks bitterly, he has all the time in the world.


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Space Ghosts

I just LOVE the space ausrtalia, humans are weird/space orcs posts! But i am sadly disappointed by the lack of anything related to the super natural! Like, HOW DID YA’LL MISS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR ALIENS TO MAKE DEALS WITH THE DEVIL, ONLY FOR IT TO BACK FIRE??? Or maybe, they attempt to invade earth, and they start going to the most haunted places on earth! Or even better!

The aliens wipe out the entire human race, and slowly, things on earth seem to change. Nights become eerier, faint whispers can be heard, and out the corner of your eye, you could swear you saw a human. It becomes even worse when people start to disappear without a trace. Some die in the most mysterious circumstances. They quickly toss aside any discussion that it may be human superstition. But oh, how wrong they were.

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A Guide To Paranormal, Aliens, Cryptozoology, &    Everything Strange Shows/ TV!: Documentary Edition! ===================================

  • Ghost Adventures
  • Paranormal State
  • Ghost Hunters
  • Destination Truth
  • Paranormal Witness
  • Haunted collector
  • Ghost Hunters International
  • Fact or Faked: Paranormal Files
  • The Haunted
  • The Dead Files
  • My Ghost Story: Caught on Camera    
  • A Haunting
  • Scariest Places on Earth
  • Ghost Mine
  • Haunted Highway
  • Ghostly Encounters   
  • The Unexplained
  • Most Terrifying Places in America   
  • Ghost Lab
  • Weird Travels
  • Creepy Canada
  • The Haunting of…
  • Celebrity Ghost Stories
  • monster quest
  • Ancient Aliens
  • Haunted Lives: True Ghost Stories
  • Most Haunted
  • Paranormal Cops
  • Haunting Evidence
  • Psychic Kids
  • Ghost Asylum

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In No Specific Order!

*Please Note that This is just “Documentary & Non-fiction” Category Shows. NOT Fiction! Thank you and if I missed one you enjoy please message or comment and I would be happy to add!* -Stay Spooky!

Hiraeth | Pt.2

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 | pt.8 | pt.9 |

[!] Contains mature and graphic content, mentions of blood + death. 

Words: 7,694.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

A/N: Inspired by The Last of Us. 

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The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt4

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven” 


“Stop changing the channel.” Namjoon snapped. It had been a week and you still weren’t entirely used to living with a ghost. He looked normal (you just couldn’t touch him, and no one else could see him), but there was something about his presence that was different than other people–it was like part of you didn’t really think he was there. 

“Nope.” You said, clicking the remote again. You could never agree on what to watch, which was a constant cause of arguments so far. “You can watch whatever you want while I’m at work. But when I’m here, we watch what I want to.” 

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at you, and you knew the second you left the room he was going to switch it back to “Fast and Furious.” The fact that Namjoon could move objects as long as no one was watching was one of the things that had finally convinced you that he really was a ghost. 

A few days before, you had ignored him all day, only to walk into your bathroom to find the words ‘QUIT IGNORING ME” written in red on the mirror, your favorite lipstick ruined as a result. You had then given him a long talk about not touching other peoples stuff without asking, and informed him that lipstick was expensive.

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I’m at the point where basically ANY movie I watch is a potential rebelcaptain au

Places of Power for Necromancers- Part II

I was speaking with my familiars and spirit family earlier about some things I had read earlier and their viability in necromancy. Then I face-palmed when I remembered certain experiences in the past.

Gas Stations/Oil Refineries- These places hold the liquid remains of things long dead. These remains have enough energy to power modern vehicles, and machines. And I have long had a thrill of power whenever near or at one of these locations. If you close enough to these, the amount of energy you can raise is utterly TERRIFYING. Most necromancers if not careful could potentially burn out their powers when tapping this source. It is comparable to tapping into a leyline. I would advise necromancers seeking to harness this energy source to be well-versed in earth magic before making an attempt. Potentially one could summon forth prehistoric spirits through these places but this could be quite disastrous.

Museums- Specifically natural history exhibits with stuffed and mounted specimens. Having energy residue from the actual creatures means that the necromancer is able to acquire and record the energy signatures of extinct or particularly rare animals. This results in the death-worker being able to learn and wield the magics of the beasts. Personally I have used such a place in my hometown to learn from non-native animal spirits.

Haunted House Attractions/Bars/Nightclubs/Buffet Restaurants/Etc.- If you are a necromancer capable of feeding on shadow energies (those emotions people are ashamed of experiencing or have been demonized by certain religions) these are are great refueling stations. Additionally sin-eaters who can feed off the living can use such establishments to become immune to such “vices” or learn to wield sin magic.

Various Varieties of Vegans, Pt. 2
  • minimalist vegan: probably makes youtube videos and lives out a backpack. what we should all aspire to be.
  • traveling vegan: most likely sticks to the equator and lives off of fresh fruit. alternatively, east asia is an excellent choice for vegan cuisine.
  • unstable vegan: can barely take care of theirself so compensates by being compassionate to literally everyone and everything.
  • depressed vegan: life is sad so i'm going to cry into this bowl of nice cream...
  • sad vegan: there's nothing to eat here...
  • freegan: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • healthy vegan: veganism cured my depression and made my skin glow and might as well have already cured world hunger <3
  • punk vegan: manic panic hair dye. faux leather. fresh fruits and vegetables. anarchy.
  • small town vegan: food? lol. friends? lol. you can find them in a field stroking a cat and chewing on grass with the nearby grazing cattle.
  • city vegan: food? three vegan cafes within five blocks. friends? there's a vegan meet up this weekend! you can find them in the park feeding the pigeons with a flock of other vegans.
  • synthetic vegan: only wears polyester and only eats texturized soy protein.
  • romantic vegan: is determined to convert their partner to veganism, and will never give up.
  • gay vegan: the only animal they eat is pussy. either that, or their favorite fruit is banana.
  • jaded vegan: yeah no one's ever changing and i can never find a vegan partner sooooo...
  • apologetic vegan: meat is murder! jk pls don't hurt me im a pacifist >_<
  • rampant vegan: MEAT IS MURDER! CONFESS YOUR CRIMES AND APOLOGIZE TO THIS GROUND BEEF. (also known as the vegan meat eaters expect us to be)
  • communist vegan: a spectre is haunting earth--the spectre of veganism. the powers of this planet have aligned in a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre: the meat industry, the consumer, and the FDA...
The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt11 (Final)

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”


Namjoon’s hair had been kept short while he was in a coma, so short that the first thing Taehyung said to him once he woke up was that he looked like an egg. There wasn’t any purple left in his hair, that was gone long ago. Now it was back to it’s natural dark brown, and he still wasn’t used to seeing himself in the mirror.

“You need a haircut.” Taehyung said. He was sitting across from Namjoon at a little table in the hospitals cafeteria. They had long since finished eating, and were now playing cards. Namjoon was sick of sitting in the small hospital room he’d been put in over a month ago, and was putting off going back to it. He shared it with an elderly man who, while nice enough, snored even when he was awake and never stopped talking about the mice in his attic. “That’s the first thing we should do when you’re discharged.”  

Namjoon laughed at his friend. “Sounds like a plan.” Truth be told, Namjoon was just ready to be anywhere other than the hospital. He was starting to feel like he was going insane surrounded by all the white walls, and the smell of bleach and disinfectant was nauseating after a while.

“One more week and you’re free.” Taehyung said, almost as though having read Namjoon’s mind. Namjoon nodded. One more week til he could get out of this place. One more week till he could contact you. One more week…

“You’re not still thinking about seeing your stalker, are you?” Taehyung was looking at his hand of cards, and said the words causally. It had been a cause of some discourse over the past few weeks because Namjoon wouldn’t outright say he would stay away from you. Taehyung had, for the most part, stayed out of the discussion, saying that he didn’t know enough about it to have an opinion. Yoongi must have talked to him, Namjoon figured.

“Who said I was going to?” Namjoon replied mildly. Maybe his time with you really was a product of his own imagination combined with stories his friends had told him. But if there was any chance at all that the you he knew was real, he had to know.

“Yoongi has a good point, you know. It could be dangerous.”

“Yoongi is paranoid.” Namjoon said dryly. He was grateful to Yoongi, he really was. But Namjoon was an adult, and he didn’t understand why it was so important to Yoongi, Jungkook, and now Taehyung that he didn’t find out for sure if you were the person he thought you were.

“Maybe.” Taehyung set down his cards to fix Namjoon with a stare. “But can you blame him? Can you blame any of us? We already lost you, Namjoon. We just got you back. How do you think any of us would feel if you were ax-murdered by your stalker the week you got out of the hospital?”

“I thought you, of all people, would believe me.” Namjoon sighed. But even he was starting to doubt himself. It didn’t make sense for him to have an out-of-body experience, and for you, a complete stranger, to be the only person who could see or hear him. It wasn’t logical, and he had always based his decisions on logic. But that last night with you, you had mentioned soulmates, and the word had stuck in his head ever since.

“And I thought you, of all people, would look for proof before jumping to conclusions.” Taehyung’s mouth turned upwards on the sides, just the faintest smile gracing his face. “All I’m saying is don’t do anything stupid. Don’t go looking for her, don’t knock on her door. Look her up online first, at the very least. Please? For our sake? For you parents?”

Ugh, leave it to Taehyung to bring up his parents. That was a good way to guilt Namjoon into a lot of things. Namjoon knew he should at least do a google search of your name, but he had been scared to. What if you weren’t the person he remembered spending so much time with? What if you really were just some stalker? He hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it. He didn’t want to be wrong, not about you. He didn’t think he could deal with that at the moment. “Okay. Alright.” Namjoon held his hands up in defeat. “I won’t do anything stupid.”

It ended up taking longer than a week for Namjoon to actually be discharged, and even then he was told he had to keep coming back for physical therapy. He could walk with a cane now, though was instructed not to over exert himself. “You won’t even need that pretty soon.” The doctor had said, gesturing to the black cane at Namjoon’s side. “It’s spectacular how fast you’re recovering.”

Namjoon didn’t feel spectacular in any way though.

His parents had kept a great deal of his things, and insisted that he move back in with them at least until he was fully recovered. Mr. Bang had called, and cried, telling him his office would be there when Namjoon was ready to get back to work, but not to push himself. This left Namjoon feeling like a teen again, living with his parents and escorted everywhere, and with not nearly enough to do. Whenever he had time to himself, his mind would wander back to you. Were you eating well? Were you happy he was gone? Were you sad? Were you okay?

Were you real?

It was driving him insane.

Taehyung kept his word and the first thing they did was get his hair cut–as soon as Namjoon’s mother would let him out of her sight, which took nearly a month after he was discharged.

“He’ll be fine!” Taehyung insisted. “I’ll hold his hand if we cross any streets, I promise.” Namjoon tried to hit Taehyung’s arm for that, but he moved out of the way too fast.

They met up with Jungkook and Yoongi downtown, and Taehyung took endless pictures of all of them, saying he was going to make a photo album of it called “Namjoons Big Day Out.”

“My god you’re annoying.” Yoongi complained as Taehyung took yet another picture.

“You’ll thank me later.” Taehyung stuck out his tongue and Jungkook laughed. None of them really knew where they were walking to, all they knew was they would know it when they saw it. “When we’re old and wrinkly, you’ll be glad to look back at these and remember how smooth your skin was.”

“I think Yoongi already had wrinkles though.” Jungkook mused, then quickly darted away from Yoongi. “We should go in here.” He said as he sidestepped around Taehyung (who had been walking backwards) and into a little antique shop.

“Looks interesting.” Namjoon shrugged, following Jungkook. He was wrong, as it turned out; there wasn’t anything particularly interesting there. Some old paintings that were too proper, old scratched vinyls of even older bands that no one had ever herd of, and pictures of people without names. Namjoon was looking around for his friends, planning to tell them that he was ready to leave if they were, when he saw someone he never thought he’d be so happy to set eyes on.

“Kim Seokjin.” He said to the slightly taller man who was sorting through CD’s. The man looked up upon hearing his name, looking at Namjoon confused.

“Sorry?” He said, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re Kim Seokjin, right?” Namjoon pressed.

“Yeah. Do we know each other?” Seokjin looked increasingly confused.

“Yes! No. Kind of?” If Seokjin was real, so were you. You had to be. “I’m–I’m the ghost in apartment 1403, where your friend lives. Or, I was.”

Seokjin blinked very slowly.

“I’m so sorry.” It was as though Yoongi appeared out of nowhere, quickly stepping between Namjoon and Seokjin. “My friend’s been through a lot and he gets confused sometimes.”

“I’m not confused!” Namjoon objected. “I nearly gave you hypothermia. I broke the dishes in the cabinet, and you came with her to the club I dragged her to. You remember, right?” Namjoon found his voice getting quieter as he spoke. Seokjin still wasn’t saying anything. Maybe he was wrong.

“But you’re not dead.” He said finally. Namjoon felt like his heart might actually stop–Seokjin knew who he was, what he was talking about!

“That’s just it–I never was! It was all a really weird misunderstanding.”

“Namjoon, what are you talking about?” Jungkook was there now, eyes wide as he looked from Yoongi, to Namjoon, and then to Seokjin.

“Prove it.” Seokjin said suddenly, narrowing his eyes.

“There’s nothing to prove, I told you he’s confused.” Yoongi tried, putting a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“I, uh…” Namjoon searched his memory for something. “You brought flowers the first time you showed up at the apartment?”

“I bring flowers most places I go.” Seokjin frowned. “Something else.”

“I can’t think of anything else! It’s not like you were around all that much!” Namjoon said disparagingly. “I annoyed her to no end, you knew that, right? And I ruined her favorite lipstick when she was ignoring me–get off of me, Jungkook.” Namjoon was interrupted by Jungkook trying to lead him away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to ask you to stop talking to our friend, you’re upsetting him.” Taehyung said to Seokjin.

“You’re all upsetting him far more than I am.” Seokjin snapped. “Now all of you just mind your own business for a second so we can finish our conversation.”

“Who do you think you are?” Yoongi retorted. Seokjin ignored this however, turning his attention back to Namjoon. “So let me get this straight. You were the ghost haunting my best friend, who broke everything and nearly killed me? That was all you, but you’re not even dead?”

“I didn’t nearly kill you.” Namjoon shook his head.

“You did too. If you’re telling the truth, it was you that made that god awful goop that I was told was soup. Do you know she was so upset by your spontaneous disappearance that she wouldn’t even let me throw it away? It was disgusting, and she made me come over and eat it with her–”

“Namjoon?” Your voice cut into Seokjin’s rant and it felt as though the whole world went quiet.

“You’re real.” Was all Namjoon could say. He pushed Taehyung out of his way as he got closer to you, who looked like you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Are you…?” You didn’t finish your question, because you didn’t have to. Your hand reached up and pocked the side of his face, into the dimple he was sure was showing up because of how hard he was smiling. He looked the same, you thought, but also different. His hair was it’s natural color, and he looked more put-together than he had floating around your apartment. But there was no mistaking it; this was indeed Namjoon. “But you moved on?”

Namjoon shook his head. “Turns out I was in a coma. It was an out-of-body experience, I just didn’t know it.”

You hit his arm. It wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for, but it sure was nice for you hand not to simply pass right through him. “Idiot.” You muttered, though you couldn’t help the smile on your face. “How did you not know you were alive?”

Namjoon shrugged, still grinning. “I guess it explains why I never felt dead, right?”

“This really is him?” Seokjin pointed at Namjoon.

“Yeah.” You said, nodding.

“I told you to stay away–” Yoongi started.

“Oh, hush.” Taehyung said to Yoongi. “This Seokjin guy just confirmed everything, so just calm down.”

“Who would have thought you were real!” Seokjin laughed.

You frowned at this. “What do you mean? I thought you believed me!” You said incredulously. Seokjin smiled somewhat guiltily.

“I believed he was real to you. I figured it was a “Lars and the Real Girl” type of situation.”

“A what?” Yoongi interrupted.

“You know, like this fictional ghost you made up was helping you cope with something.” Seokjin said to you. “I figured his moving on was just your way of letting go, and not needing him anymore.”

You blinked. “I can’t believe you! And why did you believe Namjoon so quickly then?”

Seokjin shrugged. “He recognized me, and knew things about the first time I visited you at your apartment that I’m sure you’ve never told anyone.”

You turned your attention back to Namjoon. Slowly, carefully, you reached your hands out, placing them on either side of Namjoon’s face as though you still didn’t quite believe he was standing there. You knew it was weird, but you wanted to know he was really there.

“I thought you were gone.” You whispered.

“I thought I was, too.” Namjoon shrugged. “I was also starting to think you were a dream.”

“My hands don’t go through you anymore.” You said, the smile returning to your face. “You’re really here.” Your voice broke as you said the words, eyes shining with unshed tears. Namjoon nodded, unable to speak. You were real. You weren’t a figment of his imagination, you were the exact person he remembered spending so much time with, the person he remembered falling in love with. He took a step closer, leaning forward and brushing his forehead with yours.

“I told you I’d find you.” Namjoon said quietly, taking on of your hands gently and kissing the palm of you hand. “And this time, I’m not dead.”

A/N Okay so maybe not as much fluff as I promised and maybe it’s a little more cliche but everything I end is cliche, haha. Thanks so much for reading this story, and for sticking with me for so long! I know I started it a while ago and I’m inconsistent about updates. Thank you for all of the kind words of encouragement and understanding, and every single message/comment! I know I don’t always reply to all of them, but I read them all! And they mean so much to me, really. It makes me so happy to know that something I wrote could make someone else happy, or make their day a little better. And as always, let me know what you thought! Love you all,

–Boo <3 <3 <3

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This is the Sheith/Voltron AU I had a dream about. Basically, it’s Wild West AU and takes place circa 1870. But with a twist - Shiro is an ifrit (a type of djinn/jinn/genie that lives underground/in ruins/is associated with fire and earth) who “haunts” the desert where Keith & the rest of the gang live. He’s basically a cryptid, the locals call him the Desert Devil and he appears as a shadowy figure with glowing yellow eyes and silver hair, or as a black horse with a white star on its forehead. Seeing him is considered an omen of bad luck or even death.

Keith is a half-Navajo ex-cowboy/outlaw on the run! He was recruited as a young teen by the Galra Gang, led by “Emperor” Zarkon, his Lakota wife Honerva “the Witch,” and their son “Prince” Lotor. Pidge and Lance worked for the Galra Gang too (Lance is still Cuban and Pidge is Katie Holt, disguised as a boy in order to find work/find her brother) and managed to escape along with Keith after an older gang member tried to assault Keith (rape was actually really common among cowboys/their bosses, history is wack).

Anyway, Keith now lives alone in the desert near the town of Altea Creek (Springs? Canyon? Who knows), where Coran is the sheriff, Hunk is his deputy, and Allura is the wealthy/badass owner of the Pink Lion Brothel. (Madams were often very powerful women in the Wild West!) Keith has a horse named Strawberry who he loves a lot, but he tends to keep to himself bc a) Lotor is still after him and b) he gets a lot of shit for being half Native.

One night Keith is riding home when he finds a man with long hair, in bad shape, whose right arm looks like it was torn off. Keith takes the man home, nursed him back to health, and only finds out he had the Desert Devil under his roof when Shiro thanks him, says he owes Keith a life debt, his eyes turn yellow, and he dissipates into smoke. Keith never believed in the Devil, but after that…everything changes 👀