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REPLETE. Hello guys ! Just wanted to let y’all know that I’ll be on vacations for two weeks, going to the amazing land of Poutine and Xavier Dolan, so my presence and general activity will be spotty ! I’ll have wifi only at my brother’s place, and I also intend to fully appreciate this travel, so I’ll be around really late, or just not at all, who knows. Anyway, I love y’all, take care, see u soon ♥

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feel free to change things  ( such as pronouns )  as needed !  music link

G U E S T   R O O M

“ i’m better off on my own ” “ i wish i never let you sleep in my bed ” “ i’ll never get over you ” “ i’m pretty sure that all of this was my fault ” “ you know how to make me feel all alone ” “ just fucking find another way to heal ” “ i’m sick of feeling so betrayed ” “ i thought i’d mean something to you ”

S A I N T S

“ your story isn’t adding up ” “ your religion is a lie ” “ why don’t you throw me to the wolves ? ” “ you’re not so innocent ” “ you’re standing here like an angry god ” “ you’re no saint  ,  you’re no savior ” “ you only follow rules if others follow with you ” “ that doesn’t sound so holy  ,  only playing victim ” “ keep your judgement for someone else ” “ i’ve had enough ”

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“ welcome to the room i hide in ” “ i’d invite you in but i’m trying to get out of here ” “ the windows know my pain  ,  they feel it ” “ get out of here ” “ you’re still ringing gin my empty head ” “ i can’t let go of you ” “ i don’t know why i can never leave ” “ all that i’m left with are memories ” “ i guess i want your ghost as my company ”

R E V I V A L

“ i’m afraid that i’ve gone vacant ” “ i don’t have time for your equations ” “ i swear i’ll try to save this ” “ i start to despise myself ” “ you say i put you through hell ” “ you never knew if you could feel the way that i do ” “ we aren’t gonna make it ” “ we’ve both been changing ” “ maybe we should find ourselves ”

V A C A N T

“ i’ve been waiting for you to get your mind right ” “ you’ve been running from yourself for a while ” “ you think that if you burn down you’ll be fine ” “ maybe i’d forget all the times you lied ” “ i hope that you choke on your vacant teeth ” “ i know that you’re empty ” “ you don’t even look the same with your brand new eyes ” “ you drained the light out of yourself and now you can’t see ”

E U P H O R I A

“ you talk a lot of shit for somebody who’s sorry now ” “ i’m a habit that you miss ” “ this is everything i wanna say  ,  but can’t say yet ” “ you’re looking for someone to blame ” “ i gave you all my blood ” “ i’m still waiting for your love ” “ thanks for calling me on my birthday to say i was wrong ” “ i hope you swallow me ”

G R A V E S

“ every time i see you i light up inside ” “ truth is casting shadows all over me ” “ you walk through your house like a ghost ” “ i hope you lie in your bed thinking of me ” “ there’s a hole inside my chest you can’t see ” “ my heads a burial ground of your memory ” “ you can take whats left with you ” “ i can’t keep holding on ”

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fifteen questions, fifteen mutuals

① ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE ?   Nope ! Funny story tho : my parents thought I was a boy when I was still in the Womb™ and just lazily added a ‘e’ when they learned I was in fact a gurl. But I do share my name with a none saint that was beheaded ( cool, I know ) ② WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED ?   Idk, I was probably looking @ my bank account ③ DO YOU HAVE KIDS ?   Nope ( except my roommates ) ④ DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT ?   Sometimes I’m shady ⑤ WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE ?   I honestly don’t know ?? Hands and eyes are what I remember the most about people so I guess that ? ⑥ WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR ? Hazel ⑦ SCARY MOVIE OR HAPPY ENDING ? SCARY ⑧ ANY SPECIAL TALENTS ? I can sometimes manage to draw, I also sew historical costumes and I’m an horror movie media library ⑨ WHERE WERE YOU BORN ?   Perpignan, France ⑩ WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES ? Drawing, writting, sewing, theater, cinema, rading, drag queen / drag king, partying ⑪ DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS ?   I have one long boi ( greyhound ) called chiapas, and my roommate has a cute cat called Selini and I’m her godmother ⑫ WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED ?  Judo, Kendo, horseriding and taming,  muscle-building exercises, jogging and that’s all folks ⑬ HOW TALL ARE YOU ?   5′3″ ⑭ DREAM JOB ?   My actual work is my dreamjob, but I wouldn’t mind also being an edited comic artist or a concept artist/charadesigner. ⑮ FAVORITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL ? History of Arts

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“ no one wants to be alone ” >:c

         O R N S T E I N ( ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉᶰᵒʳᶰˢᵗᵉᶤᶰ )“ HAS SPOKEN       ❝ SONG LYRICS STARTERS | @goldenornstein​ | STILL ACCEPTING !❞

HE REMEMBERS THE SONG OF STARS, hundreds floating around him. He remembers her, the one who almost consummed him, the ferocious bride that caused his fall.                                                 ' With thoughts, you cannot be alone 'HAUNTING YOUR MIND, memories are the burden of both mortals and Gods. With their cold winter, they freeze your bones and burn you like ice ( a permafrost prison around your heart ). Humanity and its monster's warmth cannot reach him, the immortal prisonner of longing and envy.

                                       ' Loneliness is sometimes preferable. Better for survival. 'INSTINCTS ENGRAVED IN HIS BRAIN, life is more precious, even spent with yourself.

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“ we have to pray from a distance ”

              L E O N ( ᶜᵃᶠᵉᵒᶰᵗʰᵉᶜᵒʳᶰᵉʳ ) “ HAS SPOKEN       ❝ SONG LYRICS STARTERS | @nightslain | STILL ACCEPTING !❞

                                                        ' He does not hear you anyway. 'SITTING LIKE POE'S CROW, BY THE WINDOW, lips do not move, but words are recited nonetheless. The black of his eyes moves to watch the pious silhouette that stands like a stained-glass saint within the light. Is this pity that he feels, Watching those many customs made and applied in vain, pretending to be part of this familly humanity has created ( pretending to be one of God's messengers ) ? Perhaps, and yet, his still wishes to enlighten this one, despite the price of pain such knowledge brings.

                                                        ' You only can pardon your own sins, or help yourself. You were not designed to be the puppet of some Lord, you have been granted a will, and it is the only gift he has left you - but such a precious thing he has offered you all... You make your destinity, he does not. Prayers cannot help you. '

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lines taken from various characters and events found in  punchline’s  game  ,  rule of rose  ( 2006 ) .  feel free to change pronouns   ( he , she , they , i , etc )   &  tenses as you feel necessary .

“ it wasn’t me  ,  honest ! ”

“ i’ll never let myself be tied up again ”

“ only you greeted me warmly ”

“ i’ll never break a promise again ”

“ what has happened can never be undone ”

“ you don’t deserve to be forgotten ”

“ i never want to lose you again ”

“ you’re filthy ! ”

“ she follows me everywhere  ;  it’s pathetic ”

“ you deserve to be gobbled up ”

“ get lost before i smack you ”

“ it was your fault that i got into trouble ! ”

“ let’s have a little talk ”

“ i’ll never get along with her ”

“ i know what you’re doing ”

“ she was writing you a love letter ”

“ have you found what you’re looking for ? ”

“ please lead us ”

“ i won’t lose to you ”

“ i didn’t want to do that  ,  i was just so scared ”

“ we’re still friends  ,  aren’t we ? ”

“ we make a great team ”

“ we have to pray from a distance ”

“ you don’t suspect me of stealing it  ,  do you ? ”

“ i’m fine  ,  really  ;  i’m not upset at all ”

“ it’s too late now ”

“ we need you  ,  we don’t know what to do ! ”

“ oh  ,  why can’t they all just go to hell ? ”

“ you will be duly punished ”

“ how very delightful life is ”

“ i don’t want to touch him ”

“ why does it have to be you ? ”

“ i’ll do anything for you ”

“ let’s run away together ”

“ this is your life  ,  but you’ll play by my rules ”

“ there are really only two kinds of people in the world  :  those who take orders  ,  and those who give them ”

“ no one wants to be alone ”

“ where are you going ? ”

“ please don’t leave me ”

“ who wants to be buried alive ? ”

“ today is the day of your funeral ”

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O R N S T E I N ( ᵍᵒˡᵈᵉᶰᵒʳᶰˢᵗᵉᶤᶰ ) “

He knew better than letting his guard down, succumbing to either pride or paralysing fear. Yet his body and mind still reacted to the danger —  accelerated pulse and breathing, accelerated thoughts, and the furious spark of Light coming alive in his soul.

Whatever this creature was, it would not have it easy. 

“I am no prey,” the Knight said, standing firmly in place, spear in hand and ready to counter any attacks. “Nor do I desire to be consumed.”

HE CAN ALMOST HEAR THAT LION'S HEAD ROAR, the gold of this divine knight's armor blinding a beast made of darkness. It hisses, screams, cry, all at the same time it seems, a thousand voice singing as one - the rythm of cracking bones and torn flesh giving the tempo to this terrible aria ( his moves, his form ever changing ).

A GARGANTUAN HEAD FACES ITS FOE, many eyes watching with curiosity and envy this silhouette steel, as if to analyse their very nature. >                                   ' Many have recited those very words, but fiew lived up to those.' THE BEAST SLITHERS AMONGST THE SHADOWS, staying close to his game, circling him like a feral animal.                                                ' Convince me. If you fail, I shall devour your soul. '

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REPLETE. Yorick designs himself with "I" and "us" and keep changing pronouns mid conversation because ledritch abominations are just confusing like that. Is he royalty ? Is there more than one conscience in an eldritch beast ? Is he a pile of Hamsters driving a body ? Who knows.

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A L U C A R D  ( ᶠᶤᵘˡᶰᵒᵃᵖᵗᵉ· ) “

         SOMETHING TERRIBLE INDEED. His gaze followed the being, snaking around him ever so slightly, but didn’t seem like it was there to hurt him in any way. Still, Alucard was cautious of what this being might attempt to do with him. He stood still for them to observe him.

         THEY WERE CLAD in dark colors, their face nearly invisible under the large brim of the hat they wore. Their posture was tall and high, their hat sticking out from above to give them the illusion they were taller than him, while it was in fact the opposite, but it was a well played deception. If it wasn’t for how tall he was himself, they would have easily intimidated him with how tall they seemed.

         ❛❛  You cannot tell? Why don’t you have a guess ——  ❜❜

A GUESS ? THIS MUST BE WHAT THOSE CREATURES CALL 'A GAME'. Black eyes are now wide open, wider than they should be. The portrait of this peculiar being grows larger upon his pupils, diformed, blond air melting with his ashy skin. THE STAR'S CHILD LEANS DOWN, getting closer and closer like a curious animal, watching him from all angles, searching for answers to his own question. A hand, cold as the void of space, rise to the level of the stranger's face, strange digits pressed for a second only onto his forehead ( a second during when the world turns silent, not even the song of nature can be heard ).                                                                       " We know what you are. "

WHAT RESSEMBLES A SMILE ADORNS THE ABOMINATION'S LIPS, tasting satisfaction for the first time in forever.                                                       " You were born dead, already carrying the burden of your fate. Time has no interests in you, it leaves you be, just like us. They call you many names, don't they, humans ? They did that for us too... Would you tell me your real name, creature ? Mine cannot be uttered, but I will give you the one I chose for myself : Yorick. "

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Two of my OCs in their Eldritch Abomination form : Nergal (aka Yorick) on the left, and Ereshkigal on the right ! I’ll probably post their human forms soon and more about them.

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HUNGER AWAKENED WHEN THIS STRANGER APPEARED, this is a soul fit to feed the undying - it sharpens his fangs and claws, a monstruous form that can no more be held behind Humanity's facade.

                                                            " Come closer, dragonslayer. " TAUNTING HIM, his voice still seem honey-coated, almost convering those hellish screams that it carries with it. OOZING BLACK SPHERES THAT MIGHT WELL BE HIS EYES REFLECT THE SHIMMERING GOLD OF A FORGOTTEN KNIGHT'S ARMOR. Not leaving him once, his gaze cast its Winters upon this warrior's fire.                                                             " You'll soon be a part of us. "

                             @goldenornstein

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ENERGIES SUMMONED FROM THE EARTH AND WHAT LIVES BEYOND, it drawns him like a calling, his monstruous form urging itself to reach this mysterious wielder ( it slithers with pain through the woods, hardly fitting between those ancient trees, body oozing as if it was pressed to implode, bleeding ink wherever it goes ).

LIKE A REPENT CRITTER, it quickly drags itself to where they hid, a fire lit at dawn as if to revive the dying sun. Stars and black holes made flesh and bones grouse, retreating in the shadows as one single eye still stalk their small frame ( fragile, humans seem so little compared to this gargantuan world he lived in ).              " Strange craft. Ancient. Powerfull. Would you tell us where these flames come from, child ? " CURIOSITY BURNING IN THE PITT OF THOSE BLACK EYES, he watches this hooded figure with attention, as if he saw the value of a thousand treasures within their words.

                             @vernades

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LONG DREAMS LACED WITH NIGHTMARES, his souls smells like tragedy, a peculiar perfume that only follows what this world calls "heroes". Curious eyes observing the frame of such perfect features, he sees a loneliness quite akin to his burning in those golden irises ( Something that summons curiosity ).

HIS SILHOUETTE STRETCHNG WITHIN THE DARKNESS, his serpentine figure slithers to where this stranger stands, circling him like vines climbing around ancient stones ( no agressivity found in this gestures, it is the simple translation of a creature's interest ).               " We can smell Humanity within you... But there's something else. Something terrible. "

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REPLETE. Yoo ♥ that post for a starter ! Length may vary from one-liners to full paras ! You can also crash in my IM to plot, which I’ll be glad to do with you !

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…I am an entity like that which you yourself become in the freedom of dreamless sleep. I am your brother of light, and have floated with you in the effulgent valleys. It is not permitted me to tell your waking earth-self of your real self, but we are all roamers of vast spaces and travellers in many ages. Next year I may be dwelling in the dark Egypt which you call ancient, or in the cruel empire of Tsan-Chan which is to come three thousand years hence. You and I have drifted to the worlds that reel about the red Arcturus, and dwelt in the bodies of the insect-philosophers that crawl proudly over the fourth moon of Jupiter. How little does the earth-self know of life and its extent! How little, indeed, ought it to know for its own tranquillity!

H. P. Lovecraft, Beyond the Wall of Sleep (via astranemus)

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L E O N  ( ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗˢˡᵃᶤᶰ ) ‘’

                  “Then we are as strange to you as you are to us. ” There is perhaps a very shallow comfort to the concept, no matter how cold it ends up leaving the Belmont’s daunted heart to hear it. A Heaven that does not grasp human misery, angels that don’t understand suffering the way it ails men of the earth–a God that perhaps then is no wiser to their wishes and their woes. There’s an explanation hiding therein, however grim the idea–such a God would not think twice of letting life cause so much misery. Such a God would not understand the kinds of prayers Leon himself had once uttered (such that he still does, late into the night when all else is silent.)

                  Leon breathes deep–the air is still faintly perfumed with the bitterly familiar scent of spilled blood. Makes his lungs burn. Makes his mind ache. He looks not quite at the creature shifting in the blackness, only to their edges where the moonlight catches upon their silhouette. His confessions pour with ease, even if ease is the very last thing he feels in such peculiar company. “I had always wanted to believe any higher power would care for what we think, feel. Many of us do. That is why we pray to a God that never answers, isn’t it?” A single, mirthless note of laughter. His head shakes, his eyes more boldly venture the creature’s unknowable shape. “None of us ever considered that He and His might not so much as understand us, or our grief.” 

                 And as Leon watches, they warp in the dark–or perhaps the dark warps with them. They stretch tall and ink-like against the night, lightless eyes growing eerily hungered. Though the hunter doesn’t balk at the sight of them. Only considers, no matter the shifting unrest there brews in his heart. “…Like blood on the back of your tongue.  Smoke clinging to your throat. The way that your chest burns with the cold when you breathe in dead winter air. Misery is…” A swallow bobs his throat, his steady voice redoubling its efforts. “It comes in many shapes and sorts. I can’t tell you it’s ever twice alike, or describe every kind there is. The way that every kind…’tastes’.”

A GRIEVING CHILD TURNS INTO A MAN, understanding a fragment of the mind of those who lives above him : finaly, logic exists in its contrary ( Why should there be a God that loves and understand its creation when poets and artists can't even grasp the depth of their own work ? ). Yorick does not know about this so called father that all those mouths speak about, but surely, there must be little to no difference between him and that other creature. If not, why would humanity had lost itself, orphaned of a creator that never came back to them ? AND YET, BEHIND THIS JADED FACADE THAT SEEM TO BE HIS ONLY EXPRESSION, understanding infects his mind too - and he thinks to himself : if he had tears, he'd cry them for him. For what's worse than knowing ? Making you mad, allowing woes to bloom in the cage of your chest, learning the truth often decieves ( but used correctly, nihilistic urges can turn you into the divine : no rules, only possibilities ).

WHO COULD TELL IF THE LULLABY THAT THIS CREATURE SINGS IS TO LAMENT OR REJOICE, but voices coming from the shadows of his silhouette cries like harpies as he listen to this man's tale. Almost tasting despair, his celestial core trembles with the curiosity of a wild beast - discovering new thing, it adujsts to it, learns it, embraces it, DEVOURS IT.                               " If he invented misery, then, he must truly love you. " SLITHERING LIKE A SNAKE AROUND THE VINES, his fleeting form dances around the knight before it finaly allow a face to surface from its dark mess of flesh ( features Ô so human, and yet not quite )                               " We do not know Misery, nor Joy, nor Pain. We just are - Is it a fate better than yours ? I do not know, for I can't envy you. But surely, there must be treasures hidden within the chambers of your heart - things you feel but do not feel anymore - habits that are blessings, but that you cannot grasp for you forgot about them -the same machanism that keep you alive - you breath, but you don't have to remember to - could it be that pain feeds your joy ? Tell me, I want to learn. "

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                    W A R G O D  ( ʷᵃʳᵍᵒᵈ ) “ asked :        ❝ i’ve been to many strange places… but this is a new one. ❞

                             GOD OF WAR STARTERS | @wargod | STILL ACCEPTING !

TWO GODS STANDING IN THE SAME ROOM, acting as if their tittle was nothing more but another name they were given. Not quite divine, they wander, alike mortals, trying to find answers that probably do not exist. BUT IT'S SO PEACEFUL IN HERE, a world made of silence they walk into, a journey within nothingness. Stars hanging from the walls of ancient and modern buildings, time seems all messed up, tangled into a web of chaos. Bright black eyes watch above and bellow, looking through things ( a world he created with his memories ) as if there was a story behind every form standing in this weird dream. HE TURNS AROUND, not making a single noise, the wind carrying the flow of his never ever told words.                                                    ❝ Truth be told, I do not know where we are. ❞ WATCHING OVER THE SOUL THAT STANDS BEHIND HIM, sadness almost flickers in the dark of his pupil, nostalgia taking over ( but this deity's guiding light draws him away from the shadows ). How strange, how one's presence can soothe you, and yet, install hunger' solitude within your bones.                         ❝ I created this place long ago, and forgot its purpose. Shall we find it ? ❞