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💀* —— POSITIVITY !

@agonydeity​

raven !!!  you've been such a wonderful part of my roleplay experience for so long that i can no longer imagine having a muse that wouldn't deeply interact with you.  i've bought two ( 2 ) whole games because of you & i'm stingy as hell with my money !!!  your portrayals are always refreshingly brutal & how much you love your killer ladies is so infectious that i can't help but smile whenever you gush about them.

@ladyoriannas​

while we've yet to interact, i can't help but admire your interpretation from afar !  i absolutely adore orianna ( along with all of the toussaint vamps tbh ! ) & the way that you capture her complex motivations in your writing.  please keep it up !

@transvcrto

burd, you've quickly become one of my best friends on this website because of the absolute dedication you have for your characters.  your art is beautifully fluid with coloring that doesn't allow me to look away & your writing follows perfectly.  i can't help but love your oc's vehemently & immediately integrate them with my canons.  when will viv step on me ??

@mercysought

skells !!  i am consistently blown away by your replies & i can't believe that i'm lucky enough to have some of it directed towards me !  i'm absolutely floored by your descriptions & your ability to make me empathize entirely with your muses.  out of character, you're such an incredible sweetheart with enough compassion to fuel me for the rest of my life.  every interaction with you is a blessing that i'll always be grateful for.

@magicbound

mal, you should know by now that I Will Die For You.  i've stayed up for countless nights to chat away with you, & i feel like we click in such a natural way that i'd be cheating myself if i didn't cherish you dearly.  i find myself daydreaming about all of our expansive universes & relationships.  the depth that you're able to convey through your muses is incredibly admirable & the flexibility you show when plotting different scenarios is awe-inspiring.  i'm so, so grateful to call you my friend.

@magnahilist

john, 98% of your muses are from fandoms that i'm completely unfamiliar with & i have to admit that i love being along for the ride with all of my heart.  listening to you delve into new content is intriguing, enlightening, & completely engaging.  you're a hilarious & passionate person that i will gladly pass the hours with given every available opportunity !

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              ‘ HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY THAT I HATE YOU? ’

                                           ( PERSONALS DO NOT REBLOG )

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sparrowglas:

    How many days had the king been tracking Ciri on his own now? The Hunt’s leaders had separated, seeking to carve out more ground in hopes they would catch the ashen haired woman off guard.  Solitude had never been a problem the likes of Eredin, his skills of survival and confidence had grown over many centuries of war and conflict. No, it was the constant disappointment of believing his search to be over only to realize his trail had grown cold.

   His steed walked silently, it’s large mass covered in armour hardly hindering his advances, so well had she been trained. It wasn't until what seemed like an average night the old mare began to buck a scream loudly. Gripping his blade, Eredin prepared himself for the coming of some hideous beast, but there was no hellish roars, no breaking of tree branches in this wilderness. The moon shined ever so brightly, even here in the wolf infested woods, it’s light revealing a single figure, a small man of all things.

   Was this some trick, some perversion of nature to convince the king to drop his guard? Had it been any other day he would have simply ran the poor fool down and interrogated him, but there was something off about this whole situation. It made the armoured hunter uneasy.

“ This horse was beaten and placed in harm’s way just enough to where nothing would frighten it. If you value your life you will explain yourself, varh'he! SPEAK! I COMMAND IT!”

                    FROM THE FOREST, NOISOME THINGS  sprout countless hands from a shifting mass like mud.  beyond mortal perception, they make themselves known only through subtle agencies —— heavy shades & phantom shivers.  they dwelled here before the conjunction, before lesser beasts lapped from their breasts.  now, they sleep with open maws.  the mirror tends to them, kindling their appetites with honeyed gestures & ancient instincts.  there will come a time for them to rise in a grand display of otherworldly beauty.  there will come a time when all that is familiar will unravel before the divine.  chaos blooms for another era.

                    when the commander speaks, he interrupts a kinship that stretches past reality itself.  his arrogance is nearly enough to coerce a laugh.

                    ❛   my, you look like quite the important fellow.   ❜

                    gaunter manifests in a humble state, boots muddied & worn.  he rests his spine upon a crooked oak before pressing forward, approaching the menacing figure without a whiff of fear.  brow raise with some boyish innocence, he looks as if to ask for permission.  he, however, waits for no response.  with his palm steady, he calmly presses the cladden snout of the mare.  a moment of understanding passes between the creatures until it falls into content silence.

                    ❛   i've no notion of what could have spooked her.   ❜

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@mercysought​

                    THE BODY, THE HUMAN BODY IS  a weak derelict !  it festers —— it decays.  deep in the marshes, one floats with its limbs crucified by cypress branches & its eye sockets filled with silt.  little fish nip at its pale ankles as its lips gawk still.  o'dimm sings an old lament when he combs his fingers through its knotted & pinguid hair.  like moss, the tresses snag & break on twigs.

                    ❛   do you miss existing, dear ?   ❜

                    his question comes in a strange tone of sincerity.  while unending, he fails to be omnipotent.  simpler beings long for his immortality, his power.  he desires only to pry into the unknown, snaking about wayward minds & pulling them further into the dark.   ❛   would you embrace flesh once more ?   ❜

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toxikill:

            “ You seem like a fella that needs someone or somethin’ killed. Luckily I’m ‘ere to provide just such a service– and at a reasonable price too! ”

                    AMUSEMENT, COY & LIVELY,  dances between his cheeks !   ❛   hm  . . .  you've my attention.  name your rate.   ❜

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Drifting Heavy Weather Clouds by Emily Nolde, 1928

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gaunter's wish granting contributes to economic inflation

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@mostlyhumcn

                    TESHAM MUTNA STINKS OF ROT.  a thousand corpses, a million bones laced into the earth.  blood ferments the thistle with enough fervidity to drive lesser beings to madness, their gums bare before a wave of death.  ghouls are famously indiscriminate as a banquet spreads amidst the ruin —— they loom just behind the stones, ready to pounce upon a mourning vampire & his gasping prey.

                    ❛   you needn't follow through with this.   ❜

                    from the shadows, from the mist.  o'dimm approaches with the soft patter of his boots, putting forward the best imitation of sympathy that he could muster.  he tilts his head at the scene, a small coo bubbling in in his lungs like that of a voyeuristic crow.   ❛   there is another way.   ❜

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I never cheat.

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@magicbound

                    SOMETHING ESCAPED FROM THE HARROWING.  a quick blade between the ribs silences the mage apprentice of her choking pleas, but it comes too late.  a blue like robin's eggs bubbles from her mouth, her nostrils, while the gathering templars ready their stances for the worst.  the substance pools about her twitching body before it rises to a bubble.  in a flash of starlight, she screeches & a powerful force surges to the very foundation of the circle.  holy armor is flung with the ease of dolls, shattering stone upon impact.  a few knights wither from the trauma, blood sloshing within metal plating —— the rest scramble to their feet in an effort to contain the spirit.  too late, too late.  the host goes still as a corpse, her face caught in a stretched expression of terror.  the presence loiters, but if not within a fresh abomination, then where could it hide ?

                    a month passes & meredith refuses to accept the incident without an eye to claim.  all access to the fade is suffocated as her men double in quantity, scouring every scholar & child alike for any trace of the demon.  another fifteen mages are made tranquil simply for wriggling under their grasp.  it becomes the norm in the tower : mistrust cut with scapegoats.

                    even when supplies dwindle down to dust, the quarantine is only broken for an import of food.  o'dimm watches as templars lug rye & ale from the gallows' daylight, thoroughly inspecting each crate for contraband.  as if he would ever need to smuggle by such conventional means.  with time, prisoners show gratitude for those that bring bread.  both elves & humans offer a humble nod at the passing merchant as he climbs to the enchanter's quarters.  his forehead crinkles with a familiar lift of his brow, & he pries toyingly :

                    ❛   one by one, will you watch your people fall ?   ❜

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smash that like button for a gory starter !  😈

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how do you do, fellow kids ?

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‘ i shall always be with you. ‘

hocus pocus / closed.

                     THE VON EVEREC ESTATE  bleeds pale this time of year —— ice muddied with rust & roses wilted to the thorn.  the fragile wings of bees peek from the ground like snowflakes, trampled.  inside, lord bilewitz thaws his mitts by an open flame.  his daughter paces near him & wrinkles her skirt with balled fists, the feel of satin easing her riled nerves to a whimper.  neither of them are fools —— they can smell the copper, the death beneath their home.  they know what creatures linger beyond crude boundaries made of chalk.  when they still their breathing, they can almost hear claws scraping beyond the veil.

                     unseen, o'dimm watches ink smudge beneath hesitant tears.  he leaves them in contemplation, choosing instead to inhabit their vermin - infested kitchen.  here, he finds olgierd warming himself by the pint while thumbing through some charred tome.  perhaps he still believes himself capable of cutting through the spider’s web.  perhaps he only wishes to ignore the noise of his lamenting wife & her recriminating father.  though their words are hushed, he can surely hear through walls so thin.  selfish.  heartless.  killer.  the accusations are more bearable with the company of alcohol.

                     he makes himself known first with wraithlike footsteps, then with the pull of a barrel.  sitting across from his due, o'dimm taps his fingers rhythmically against the table’s wood.   ❛   you are feared, so you will forever be abandoned.   ❜   his voice is a sweet comfort, all sugar & cinnamon.  a practiced line spoken with his neck crooked forward & his cheeks pulled into a simper.  he peers into each of olgierd’s freckles, a burning ambition hidden just past his eyes.   ❛   i, however, remain by your side.   ❜