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the word itself, OMEN, rattles something unknowable in their chest, something that has embedded itself within the marrow of their bones, something inescapable, an integral part of themselves that they deign to acknowledge.

" you should, " ulysses' timbre rumbles with warning, " it's better if you do. safer. " the hands they have, capable of so many atrocities, tremor in their lap. the backs of their eyelids are still painted with a night riddled with nightmares, resulting in a restless sleep. there is a crick in their neck from thrashing in their bedding, a crazed look the blood-red eyes that meet his gaze. the other members of their camp have noticeably dispersed, likely to avoid the tense AFTERMATH of ulysses' eventful night. their throat is choked up, clogged with all the things that they are sorry for, and are riddled with scratches that go up and down their forearms that burn with heat as the sun rises in full. a twitch and their eyes rip away, settling on their shredded bedroll, and the shame settles in their gut LIKE A STONE. the dirt is overturned, raked with claw marks, drops of red from where ulysses' blind recklessness had gotten others hurt.

they miss the days beforehand, sleeplessness be damned, the hallucinations and rock-heavy limbs. things were so much better before this.

" ' pretending ' might be their only exaggeration. i'm not always myself, not that i'm meaning to be. sleep lets parts of me slip out, parts i have scarcely ANY CONTROL over, " they curl their nails into their palms, the slow bleed of pain parting the fog that wants to settle stubbornly atop their thoughts, " i am WICKED, for sure. i'm capable of naught else, lest of all real kindness. i just need allies. a way out. a solution, " their fingers uncurl, and they rub a hand across the roughness of their face, wincing incrementally, " i'm saying- listen, when they caution you. we're not here for anything but ourselves, so it makes less sense to blindly rely on someone you have already witnessed as DANGEROUS. "

@bhaalborn ❤︎ for a musical one-liner starter . // accepting!

“ they call you an omen, only here to torment. wicked and hellbent, a damned soul pretending. but I don't believe them. ”

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" astutely observed. " there is much bloodshed on the battlefields they are choosing, ulysses' own presence a DETRIMENT due to their antagonistic nature. as capable as they are at healing, they know from experience that flo's curative abilities far transcend anything they will ever be capable of- from the god that backs them, to the consecrated GLOW that emits from the palms of their hands whenever a spell is cast.

they hold the cleric's wrist in their fingers, rust crusted beneath their nails. the day has been long, and the fights even longer. ulysses has nary a spellslot left in their repertoire, run dry of every ounce of magic that their body carries. there is a sluggish bleed to their arm, staunched with a strip of sun-bleached cloth. they had grabbed flo's outreached hand to prevent them from healing the wound.

" a good night's rest is all i need. if anything should happen during the night, at least one of us should be left capable of casting a single spell. "

“ the healer has the bloodest hands. ”

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idk maybe a thread where ulysses fucking loses it on ur muse and only comes back to themselves when theyre seconds away from actually killing them???? yeah

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@gldnchalice sent: 😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you.

i swear to you i am just a lil guy!!!!! im awkward at one-on-one conversation and here to clown/write gore!!!!!!!!!!! a goofy lil guy!!!!!! a friendly lil guy!!!

intimidation meme, ALWAYS ACCEPTING

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Intimidation Meme

Sometimes it’s difficult for people to seek contact with each other because they can feel intimidated by others. Using this meme, you can send the symbols to my askbox that represent to you how intimidating I am to you. This way, it could be more clear to both sides how things are based on these feelings.

😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. 😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you. 😃 - To me, you are easy to approach. 😊 - I think you are a really friendly person. 😶 - I’m not sure if I can reach out to you. 😐 - You seem a little distant from others. 😓 - I feel like you would not really like me. 😲 - I’m afraid of reaching out to you. 😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you. 😥 - I am very intimidated by you. I wish it wasn’t that way, because you seem cool. 😫 - I admire you from the sidelines because you seem cool and I’m just a dork. 😧 - Senpai, notice me???? 😦 - I feel really insecure when I want to reach out to you. 😨 - You intimidate me….a whole damn lot. 😭 - I wish I could be your friend but to me, you are so hard to reach out to. 😱 - I am so incredibly intimidated by you, it even makes me a little anxious sometimes. 💀 - OH MY GOD DON’T EAT ME PLEASE

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unfortunately, he lived. indie. multiversal oc. est. 2017, as developed by g. centered on urban fantasy and comicverse themes. verses in : bg3, riordanverse, mythos, high fantasy, bridgerton, star wars +

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some more sneak peaks at the dual muse blog im workin on...

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the weight lifts from their shoulders, the expectation to find someone ulysses RESPECTS holding a knife to their throat, or worse yet shouting from the rooftops all the things that they could possibly be capable of, dashed in the instant she calls them cub. they recognize a term of endearment when they hear one, and a tentative flicker of hope dwindles from behind their ribcage, for jaheira is many things and especially able to change her mind, should the reason arise. ulysses does not want to be the source of that reason.

" . . . i want to say, even with all i've told you, that you can always trust me, " their fingers flex atop their knees, nails digging into the ornate fabric that adorns them. the words themselves emerge with a visible strain, a hesitation that seems deep-seated within their bones, " but there are times when i feel . . . not myself. like my blood CALLS for me to do things that my waking self deigns to do. it's why sleeping does not come easily to me. do you understand? "

@bhaalborn : i could have told you anything. i chose to tell you the truth.

"And you did the right thing, cub." Jaheira's gaze is still a little guarded as she looks at Ulysses. It's certainly a surprise, and she's still trying to make her peace with that, but she thinks of Imoen and feels a rush of protectiveness over the dragonborn.

"I've fought alongside Bhaalspawn proudly, back in my day," she continues. "You are not what you were made. You are what you make. If you believe in that and yourself, we will continue to get along just fine, hm?"

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ulysses' arm twitches under her grasp but does not pull away. instead, their seized bicep is arrested with an abrupt tenseness that suggests that they did not anticipate her inquisition and worse, does not have a pre-anticipated response. they miss the time from not even moments ago, when she listened to them without question, and did not SEE the grotesqueness of the warping scenery. they are too used to the undisputed TRUST that their head-companions afford them, the reveal of only one unguarded secret and the rest of them, the thousands that flood the frayed edges of their mind, seem unimportant.

but it is now, the psionic waves from joy's own tadpole tentatively peeling away the wilted layers of their thoughts. they see the same facade melt away- the air damp with mold and mildew, the lush plants giving away to slop-filled swamp and plants ripe with decay.

" it's more than that, " ulysses turns, following the movement through by grasping joy's arm. they firmly plant themselves between her and the perceived danger, and nod their chin towards what the brush attempts to hide. the device is an unsightly set of METAL TEETH, far more lethal than anything meant to trap the leg of a fleeing animal, sharp enough and big enough to rend a limb messily from one's body. they don't think the rust-colored stains are actually rust, " we're explicitly unwelcome here. "

                          isn't the view spectacular?

@bhaalborn: "we're leaving now. this place isn't safe anymore." /for joy?

joy  freezes  for  a  heartbeat,  a  fawn  caught  by  surprise  in  a  wide  clearing,  some  predator  lurking  just  out  of  sight.  her  dewy  red  eyes,  the  same  red  as  the  glint  of  ulysses's  scales,  scan  the  horizon.  safety  is  an  interesting  concept,  especially  when  many  of  the  places  they've  already  traversed  wouldn't  be  considered  safe,  either.  it  makes  her  wonder  what  it  is  about  this  place  in  particular  that  has  them  on  edge,  &  she  longs  to  ask.  but  even  she knows  better  than  to  do  so  now.

for  now,  she  nods  &  follows  the  path  they  cut  without  protest.  although  now  that  they've  pointed  it  out,  joy  can't  help  but  look  back  as  she  toddles  behind  them…

something  in  the  lithe  bend  of  the  reeds,  the  sharpness  of  the  colours  –  grasses  that  look  more  fluffy  &  green  &  soft  than  any  they've  passed  to  get  here,  the  vibrant  hues  pressed  into  each  velvety  flower  petal,  &  their  almost  sickly - sweet  scent  on  the  breeze  –  the  way  everything  seems  to  invite  them  further  in…  it  tears  at  her  like  thorns,  calls  to  mind  the  time  she  ran  face - first  through  a similar  field  &  into  a  world  with  long  shadows  &  sharp  teeth,  her  knees  &  palms  stinging  with  scrapes.

she  blinks  finally,  at  long  last,  &  the  curtain  parts,  a  sickly  green  dissolving  the  lush  landscape,  all  the  light  &  beauty  behind  them.

joy  tugs  ulysses's  arm  as  though  she  could  stop  them   –  back  home,  she  could  –  &  points  back  the  way  they  came.  she  hopes  they  can  see  it  too,   that  she's  not  imagining  this  second  world  underpinning  the  first, & she looks up at them – way, way  up – & opens her mind, her tadpole pulsing  with the possibility of connection.

❝        is  that  why  you  wanted  to  go  ?        ❞ 

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hey hey scenario where ulysses grabs your muses face with both hands that are positively soaked in blood and says "make no mistake. i killed them for you. and i know you didn't ask for it, but i did it anyways. because that is the kind of person i am. because that will ALWAYS be the kind of person i am- no matter how much time and energy i put into fighting it. and this violence that lives in my blood may be inescapable, but i will use every scrap of my own murderousness ensuring your safety, even if you spend the rest of your life HATING me for what i've done. it's only what i deserve."

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fantasy setting prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕊️ ꒱

¹⁾ a darkened apothecary illuminated only by the light somehow being emitted by the many bottles and jars lining the walls

²⁾ the banquet hall of a nobleman’s sprawling estate, in the throes of a lavish ball attended by everyone in the townland

³⁾ at a healer’s cabin in the dead of night, overwhelmed by adrenaline and the scent of countless tinctures and remedies as they’re applied

⁴⁾ the last imperial guardpost before crossing into enemy lands

⁵⁾ a run-down inn in the middle of nowhere, half reclaimed by the woodlands around it

⁶⁾ a lake set deep into the mountains with something sinister lurking beneath the surface

⁷⁾ the first port in a new land after weeks at sea trying to get there

⁸⁾ the highest turret in the royal family’s castle on a wintery morning

⁹⁾ the war council’s planning room, the morning after a bloody defeat

¹⁰⁾ an alchemist’s workshop

¹¹⁾ the stables just before daybreak

¹²⁾ the impromptu camp that the leader of the journey had to be begged into allowing after everyone else grew exhausted from being on the road all day

¹³⁾ the army barracks before a battle

¹⁴⁾ the last altar of a dying god’s religion

¹⁵⁾ the empress’s chambers, trussed up in nothing more than silken bedsheets and the morning sunshine

¹⁶⁾ the bedside of an old mentor, right before the end

¹⁷⁾ on the wrong end of a traitor’s sword

¹⁸⁾ a beast’s underground lair, alone and unarmed

¹⁹⁾ the thick of the enemy’s encampment, shackled and unrepentant

²⁰⁾ the mage’s quarters, having seen something there’s no worldly explanation for

²¹⁾ the armoury in the late hours of the night, stinking of polish and tears

²²⁾ in the throne room of the imperial citadel with an ulterior motive

²³⁾ by the scholar’s side in the library, eager for a little more than knowledge

²⁴⁾ an alehouse in the dead countryside, hoping not to be found

²⁵⁾ the executioner’s platform seeking for just one face in the crowd

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

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psst..... im cookin smth up.....

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if i made a dual-muse blog for knickle and andy would u guys rp with them......

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also ALSO thinking about my other dnd character

a steel golem homebrew / reanimated armor named andromeda (aka andy) heavily inspired by suitor armor (webtoon), fullmetal alchemist (anime), and the murderbot diaries (book series) that is the product of a mad wizard obsessed with magic and all the power that came with it who also, coincidentally, had a son. andy was a tool used as an assistant, a protector, a caretaker, and educator. was made sentient from the souls of SEVERAL living things and will experience their memories as if it is it's own from time to time. the wizard's son turns out to be quite the prodigy, and breaks the binding spell that punishes andy anytime they attempt to disobey an order. but even with freedom within it's grasp, it is too weak to take it. it stands, it obeys, it protects and it teaches. but one night the wizard uses his own son in his pursuit of research, and it kills him. in turn, andy kills the wizard in a blind rage.

in the aftermath, they are too cowardly to leave, and they sit on the top floor of the wizard's tower and they wait and wait and wait. they grow moss and foliage. there are mushrooms in it's joints. in it's hands is one of the wizard's artifacts it had used to strike down it's cruel master. time continues to pass. and without orders, it waits.

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inbox call!

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@selunaris sent: [ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.) 🥺

there is nothing different about this particular night. the bedrolls are out, and tents are set. ulysses is sitting next to lunaris with their knees bent towards their chest, a book of sketch-filled pages resting upon their thighs. the ink is blotchy and the lines are bad, but they get lost in the monotonous skritch-skritch-skritch of their pen meeting parchment, occasionally accompanied by the crackle of the open fire. it is unremarkable. uneventful.

until it isn't.

their wrist tires after some time, and they rest the pen inside it's ink pot and set their hand in the dirt. there is an unfamiliar sensation that skirts their knuckles- it is a hand, soft with moonlight, turning over their own and pressing forward. their fingers lock, like two pieces of a puzzle, and ulysses? GAPES.

they're not even sure if lunaris is even looking at them. they do not move and scarcely breathe. there is a ring of red-wetness that meets the edges of their gaze where they stare so hard they might as well rend FLESH with scorch marks. the unscripted, unprompted gesture has caught them wholly off guard. they have not once considered themselves something amendable to the the softness of such a kind touch. they have always self-regarded as sharp edges and blood-encrusted nails, their wall built out of silly remarks and a carefully calculated distance that they have not always managed to keep to.

they are holding hands with someone. they don't believe they deserve it. but with not a single word spoken between them, the gesticulation speaking solely on it's own, something in ulysses' chest unfurls and BLOSSOMS.

sexual tension prompts, ALWAYS ACCEPTING