kadeukarma

[kadeukarma]

For Mercy’s Sake

@mercykadeu​

The moon was high in the sky; just past it’s apex and uncannily bright in proportion to its fullness. The lack of clouds in the sky could have something to do with that, Karma noted as she pulled the hood of her cloak further forward to cover her face. Probably an unnecessary precaution considering the time of night, but one she was willing to make. Plus, it kind of made her feel like she was doing something more exciting and dangerous than she actually was.

Venturing into Club territory was unusual for the Heart. It had actually been quite a long time since she’d had reason to be on this side of town, and at the rate she was running into 'him’, she was half afraid she’d bump into the man around every turn. Gradually, she navigated through the twisting streets to her destination and after a moment’s hesitation, she knocked sharply on the door.

Purposefully taking a step back, she turned her back toward the door; specifically so she could whirl around when it opened and flash its occupant a blinding smile. When the door did open, she whirled as planned, a genuine glint in her eye as she spied him...cranky as ever.

“Hey there, handsome,” she purred, looking at him from top to bottom before shrugging her cloak off of one shoulder to reveal the elaborate bottle she had nestled against her velvet encased hip. “Fancy a drink?” the demon tempted.

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hilo--keahi​:

If he’d actually thought more about what he was doing, Hilo might not have done it at all. The girl was confused, and for a moment she actually seemed scared, and guilt gripped him when he realized what it must look like for him to approach her so suddenly.

Hilo hadn’t expected her to recognize him, because why would she? He only knew her for the stark familial resemblance, and the light tones in her voice as she started to slot the puzzle together. He was relieved, truly, not to have to explain himself any further. He no doubt would’ve stumbled down that road with an awkward incoherency that would’ve left Narcissa baffled.

“Hilo.” He didn’t even remember taking her hand, and for a moment he stared at the contrast between her lily-soft skin and his own olive tan. “Hilo Keahi. I’m– a Strongarm,” he offered, feeling it was only polite to explain why he hardly looked any older than his portrait when the ornate frame’s other occupant had long since passed.

He’d found it a nearly insurmountable task, sitting still for the portrait. He remembered claiming he’d had an easier time fighting a particularly volatile Queen shifter just a few days prior. Hilo would keep fidgeting uncomfortably in his suit, and then Violet would pinch him, and then he’d start to laugh, and she’d start to laugh, and then she’d start to cough–

Hilo slammed a door abruptly shut on the memory, exhaling sharply as he brought himself back to the present. Carefully but almost reluctantly, he released her hand. “I’m sorry if I startled you,” he finally thought to say, paying little mind to the crowd that was only slowly dispersing around them and the occasional glance being thrown their way.

“It’s just that– you do.” Glancing down towards the pavement between them, he inwardly chided himself for forgetting his place. “Look very much like her, I mean.”

Narcissa barely noticed the slowly dispersing throng of onlookers around them, their movement nothing but a dull thrum at the bottom of her perception. She had been completely drawn in by the Strongarm and the juxstaposition of his overwhelming presence coupled with enigmatic sorrow. She had been so pleased with herself initially, when she’d managed to unearth the memory of where she knew him from; an expertly maintained but faded portrait. A sheet of stretched canvas on which a memory had been smeared with vibrant oils. A one-dimensional representation, like a fond memory of an illustration from a child’s bedtime storybook.

But here she was; a living, breathing ghost returned from the grave to haunt, to torment. Her gaze instinctively moved to her hand as he removed his. A slow, aching recognition starting to ebb into her expression as it fell with each of his words. She couldn’t believe how callous she’d been, reaching for him, touching him without a second thought. It was absolutely indecent and only the first of several things she wanted to but couldn’t apologize for.

She pulled her hand back sharply, clasping it together with its mate in front of her, almost like she’d received a slap for touching something that she had no right to. She bowed her head ever so slightly, eyes on the ground in shame. She was so disappointed in herself and embarrassed that she completely missed the outrageous string of profanities her counterpart was expelling into the darkness between their minds.

“Mr. Keahi,” she spoke up reluctantly before the silence had stretched too far. “Please, please excuse my insensitivity,” she beseeched. “This must be so unpleasant for you. I’m so sincerely sorry--” she broke off, feeling her throat begin to tighten.

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nerenth​:

the entire thing just seemed like the biggest absurdity. even if karma had appeared to save her, the demon wasn’t being of much help. aesin could still hear her heartbeat reverberate in her ears, sucking in a sharp breath at the sudden appearance of the other. in her mind, she had imagined the woman jumping on the creature, heroically destroying it, but there she was, snuggling into her arm. 

aesin hissed at her, brows furrowing into a deep frown as she kept snapping her head in between karma and the unnamed will. “what…?!”, the ritualist finally snapped, feeling flustered by the sudden closeness of the other. feeling her fingertips against her burning skin, aesin swallowed thickly – almost forgetting the intruder hovering just closeby. she felt thankful that karma didn’t disappoint in appearing in a moment of desperation. with her eyes glued onto the other’s, she let her hand grab onto her arm gently, pressing her lips together into a thin line. worry washed over her, a pinch of anger just by listening to her words. she could feel herself getting upset and pouty, absolutely knowing that she had made a mess. 

“i bound it to me, didn’t i?”, she whispered to karma, trying her best to blend out the dark figure in the corner – she felt save with her demon so close, enjoying the coolness she was radiating, calming her down just the tiniest best. 

“̶̂͜i̵̹͌̇ ̴̧̘̍͗a̷̤̐m̷̢̱̄̒ ̶͕͎̆s̵̫͍̐͘ṯ̶͐̒ȋ̷̹l̵͇͈̐l̵͖̙̇͐ ̶̦̑h̸̔̃ͅe̶̠͉͐ŗ̶̇ͅě̴̱͌"̵͎̆

its horribly deep voice echoed through aesin’s head, making her frown even more. she took a glance at it with a long sigh leaving her body – she had to confront it, didn’t she? there was no need to answer her question, she knew this thing was a part of her now. its emerald eyes bore through her soul and she rolled her eyes at the entire situation. 

sheepishly, she brought her attention back to karma – who looked way too stunning for a situation like this, automatically inching closer to her, her slender fingers reaching out to grab onto her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. aesin leaned in, tilting her head to whisper into the demon’s ear. “we can negotiate, right?”, she asked quickly. aesin possesses a basic knowledge about wills, what she was suspecting this was. her extensive research on elementalists and mana cores surely wasn’t enough to let her be able to tell what she was binding herself to, but she could guess that this might be a beast will of some sorts.

what she didn’t expect, was the answer she would get soon. finally, she brought her attention back to the green eyes, staring back at her impatiently. clearing her throat, she grabbed onto karma’s arm a bit harder, speaking out: “what are you? and what do you want?”, aesin asked the thing. 

"̶̹̪̓͐ȩ̴̩͗͗l̵̻̾̿d̵̥̈̓ẹ̴̓̂r̸̙̀͋ ̷͚͚̔̚ġ̴̜ù̸̳̼a̴̫̿̋͜r̶̝̻̈d̴̗̣͒i̴̖̊̑a̸̲̓n̴͈̠͆̊.̶̝͉̑͆"̶͕̰̒

“elder guardian?”, aesin whispered, biting her lower lip as she turned her head over to karma. “beast will after all…”, her head felt light, her body slowly feeling like it was giving up on her. with a deep breath, she tried to weigh her options: with an elder guardian bound to her, she faced powers that she had always wanted and always wanted to be able to wield, but she wasn’t quite in the mindset to think properly. 

pushing her grimoire against karma’s chest, she felt herself shivering, another droplet of sweat dripping down her temple, the situation being way too overwhelming for her. “you do something.”, aesin pleaded to the demon, who had seemed to be rather useless up until now, only making her feel flustered and unfocused, and definitely not helping her heart beat slower any time soon. 

Karma’s crimson lips pressed into a firm line. She wanted Aesin to understand the gravity of the situation, of the mistake she’d made in her haste to attain the power that so many frail beings coveted. It was in her nature to verbalize such thoughts and in bold, clearfaced terms. However, Narcissa’s attachment to the girl practically strangled them both at this point. She swallowed with difficulty, cursing Narcissa’s inconvenient empathical impact. She could only express her concern with a pointed look but even an expression that was outright grim and disdainful couldn’t be described as uncomely on her delicate features. She said nothing, which was ample answer to Aesin’s question. Had she bound this unstable creature to her? Absolutely.

The guardian’s presence did not...could not go unnoticed but it seemed to speak to Aesin with words Karma could not hear. Her gaze remained locked on the lovely girl, piecing together the results of their exchange from the words she muttered in order to process them; an attempt to no doubt, accept the reality of her new existence.

A deep sigh escaped the demon’s lips at the utterance of ‘elder’ before guardian. Dark eyes flicked toward the murky corner of the room where the beast’s energy eminated, glaring at the unformed mass. The sudden pressure of Aesin’s grimoire against her breast served to bring her focus back to the girl who now pleaded with her to take action. Karma clenched her jaw, the movement of muscle just barely visible beneath porcelain skin. She did not appreciate how much her words had resembled an order.

Still, Narcissa’s affection won out over Karma’s hubris and she righted herself, giving Aesin some much needed space. Despite feeling awkward and unbalanced while kneeling on the plush mess of covers, Karma’s poise and corset-restrictive posture spoke otherwise. After a steadying breath, a spark of amusement seemed to ignite in her tone and features. It was her time to shine.

“I would be delighted to facilitate a contract between the two invested parties. I would say ‘binding’ contract but you’ve expertly handled that part on your own; haven’t you, dear Neren?” the demon growled rhetorically. She opened Aesin’s grimoire from the back cover and unceremoniously ripped out a couple of blank pages. Her expression became hard now; cold as ice and demanded the undivided attention of both entities; Aesin moreso than the Elder Guardian.

A manicured hand reached upwards, thumb and forefinger nudging between her breasts to withdraw a previously concealed fountain pen. The silver, dagger-sharp tip glinted in the moonlight as she repositioned it in her hand. Slowly, she reached for Aesin’s nearest wrist, turning the delicate appendage in her grasp before piercing the skin with the tip of her pen. Her grip turned to steel, holding Aesin steady as her blood pooled inside the crystal shaft of the implement. The length of the transparent tool slowly filled with crimson��‘ink’; glints of emerald refracting in the light until it was ready for use.

The demon relinquished her hold on the contractee and immediately began to write. “This contract will detail the rights and entitlements of both entities as joint custodians of the vessel; Go Aesin,” she decreed, narrating the process for their combined convenience. “Now, my treasure,” she cooed darkly, turning darker eyes to Aesin. “It’s up to the both of you to settle on terms that are agreeable for the both of you for the forseeable future.”

“I will be happy to transcribe the terms and conditions, but first and foremost; in order for this contract to become binding, your new roommate needs a proper name.”

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Tuesday, 18 August 2020; Evening. 

Backstage at The Secret Room you overhear a conversation between a group of your burlesque dancers. Apparently one of the lowrankers that works at The Red Dragon has caught the eye of Ace of Hearts Clan Leader Zuihuo Joui. One of your male dancers claims he attended the Fae’s Birthday Ball and saw the woman there - a Six. This dancer is also a shifter and seems to think she smelled rather fox-like.

As the Ace of Hearts usually seeks companions from your establishment, this news has come with more than a few narrowed eyes among your workers.

Karma sat in the darkened secret room adjacent to her office, feet propped up on the desk; ankles crossed, of course. Back to the door, the desk faced a massive wall of what appeared to be small cupboards, each with accompanying engraved nameplate labels and antique brass horns that curved downward, mimicking the shape of a bell.

Never before had a woman sat in this seat; atop this throne of power, and while she might not technically be a woman, her vessel certainly was. This was her place now, as it had been for several years, and despite being quite frivolous and uncaring in the past, Karma had to admit she was quite proud of the life she’d made for herself and the little minxes that worked for her.

Every night, she seated herself at this very desk and diligently made observations. Again, many men before her had done the same, but the intent couldn’t have differed more drastically. A watchful eye was absolutely necessary for the protection of her employees and while the wall in front of her appeared overwhelming at first glance, it had been painstakingly organized. 

Planned in depth all the way back from the building’s initial inception, the labyrinthine design hidden behind simple plaster and embossed wallpaper must’ve been someone’s crowning achievement. With the use of light, mirrors, and just a bit of magic, she could literally see and hear anywhere in the massive complex, simply by opening a little door.

As tempting as that sort of power was, Karma did her best not to abuse it...but she IS a demon, you know so, if there are expectations not being met, it’s really nobody’s fault but your own. 

During her ‘rounds’ tonight, she stumbled upon an interesting conversation in the dressing room. She had just been about to telekinetically slam the door when she heard mention of the Ace’s birthday party she’d been unwilling to attend. It wasn’t that she wasn’t fond of Joui. She actually adored him, and all the pretty, shiny coins in his gigantic vault. But as unfortunate as it was, her patience with explaining, repeatedly, that she was not ‘on the menu’ at her place of employment was apparently much lower than it needed to be for her to exist in a social setting for more than five minutes.

She’d been content RSVP’ing with the assumption that she and Joui had an understanding as to why it was difficult for her to make an appearance, but the more she listened, the further her eyebrows knitted together in concern. Before she realized it, she’d swung her legs off the desk and crawled up onto it, on her hands and knees as she peered into the illuminated box on the wall. He was seeing someone at The Red Dragon?! Her stomach flipped at the thought of losing all the pretty, shiny coins that stayed behind after he left her doors.

With an exasperated huff, she slammed the cubby, plunging the room back into dim moonlight and crawled off the desk, tugged her form fitting dress back into place. This simply would not do. She was determined to see what all this apparent fuss was about. She would take a look at this girl, this fox, and decide her fate after that, but one thing was for certain: little boys who get caught being naughty have their toys taken away.

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ADVANTAGES & DRAWBACKS

♡ Narcissa ♡

Narcissa received absolutely no weapon or combat training throughout her upbringing. As a young woman she was taught how to entertain and beguile; how to make herself appealing to others. The heritage of her family dictated that she would serve no other purpose.

♆ Karma ♆

‘Karma,’ as she is currently known, has spent many lifetimes occupying mortal vessels. However, this is the first time she has occupied one that is so small and frail. While she possesses a vast knowledge of weaponry and accompanying technique, there is very little she can utilize in her current form.

Although it is uncommon that a situation would arise where she would need to defend herself physically, Karma did take the time and effort to attune Narcissa’s body to the use of a rapier; delighting at the potential duality of possessing a rapier at her hip and a rapier wit. Being that it is of much lighter weight than most other bladed weapons, it’s something that Narcissa can handle comfortably while keeping an attacker at a safe distance. While Karma’s style is definitely more hack and slash or chaotic barroom brawls if alcohol is involved, she appreciates the speed and precision the weapon demands. It’s an interesting substitute until she can return to a vessel that is more conducive to her more uncouth preferences. 

♕ The Queen ♕

Karma’s extensive use of poisons in past lifetimes has come much more into play for day to day activities but she does try to keep that to a minimum. It’s much easier to catch bees with honey, so they say, and Karma hasn’t yet had someone refuse a drink she’s offered them; altered or not.

Of course, as a demon, Karma is able to teleport, levitate, and control objects with telekinesis. For the most part, these abilities purely serve to assist her laziness. Why bother standing up to retrieve something across a room? Especially when you’re wearing heels and some kind of constricting garment the whole damn day? Why bother getting jostled around in a carriage to go across town in the middle of the night? The answer for Karma, is don’t bother.

Writing binding contracts is Karma’s passion and what she excels in. She does truly believe the metaphorical pen is mightier than the sword and has proven so in this lifetime with the overthrow of her vessels male-dominated profession. She’s absolutely deceitful and manipulative, using all manner of trickery, clever wording and loopholes to toy with the beings who are foolish enough to sign on the dotted line.

She does, to her dismay, end up getting attached to certain contractees. Especially Ritualists, who she has much closer and prolonged contact with. This is a problem she’s dealing with now especially with the use of Narcissa’s body. Because she was given the vessel instead of forcing herself into it, Narcissa is much more present, although repressed, and the people she held dear in her lifetime cause an uncomfortable stir of emotion in the demon trying to hold everything together.

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Irene- Naughty 

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Narcissa was almost giddy; on an adrenaline high from the nearly forgotten exhilaration of performing in front of an audience. She’d ended up being so nervous in the final moments before the song began but she couldn’t help feeling a bit proud that she’d gone through with it and hadn’t ended up singing the whole piece off pitch.

Reunited with her attendants, she bashfully accepted their praise as one of them returned her cloak to rest on her shoulders. Grateful to have the garment back to shield her arms and shoulders from the evening breeze, she fixed the clasp so it wouldn’t slip off but left the hood down so her long ebony hair could move freely. Although it, in hindsight, might seem a bit unlike Karma, Narcissa urged the small troupe of employees to go explore freely while she did the same.

It had been a long time since she’d been out on her own, but Narcissa wasn’t as afraid as one might expect. There was always someone watching over her. That someone clued her in to the approaching blacksmith. 'There’s an...ogre...? coming,' Karma informed her, able to actively see through Narcissa’s eyes but there was a vast difference between what the two of them noticed while looking at the same thing.

Understandably alarmed, Narcissa looked up, eyes wide when she laid them on Hilo. He’d spoken; politely, which Karma noted was impressive...for an ogre, but Narcissa found herself struck, unable to keep from staring at the enormous man in front of her while she tried to place where she’d seen his face before. She’d seen it dozens of times but why couldn’t she remember?

“Oh!” she exclaimed softly, beautiful features and expression alight. “I know you!” she declared, taking several steps closer to him without an ounce of hesitation. A warm, brilliant smile spread her lips as she reached out to him, placing her small, impossibly soft hand on the mammoth one that instinctively rose to meet hers.

“Your marriage portrait hangs in my grandfather’s study! I would always sneak in there when I was a girl because everyone says I look so much like my great-aunt, Violet. I didn’t expect...” she trailed off, a bit of warmth rising in her cheeks as she looked down apologetically. She’d almost said something entirely rude. “I didn’t expect to come across you, in person,” she corrected before raising her eyes to meet his again. “I’m Narcissa,” she added.

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Sunday 23 August 2020; after Narcissa’s performance

The Joker Art Exhibit

As soon as the last few lingering notes finished ringing out over the throng of people, Hilo didn’t even question what he was doing; he left Desta in charge, and rounded the table to disappear into the crowd – as much as he was able to disappear anywhere.

The Heart’s performance had caught him off-guard. He hadn’t seen her before, but the look of her, the sound of her, it was still all so strikingly familiar, reminiscent of cool, late nights turning into the oil-painted sunrise of early mornings. Hilo could so easily transpose the clear notes of the song over something gentler, a fond softness sinking into satin-lined walls.

The twisting in his stomach wasn’t so different than when he’d been watching Ara earlier, but it carried with it something… heavier. Weightier, and leaving a bitter nostalgia in its wake. That didn’t stop him from weaving his way carefully through the crowd, mindful of the space he occupied even as his eyes darted from face to face.

Considering the gown she was wearing, the woman ��� Narcissa Song, he remembered the announcer saying – wasn’t terribly difficult to find. Named after another flower, Hilo noted unhelpfully in the back of his mind.

“Excuse me,” he blurted out as soon as he crossed the woman’s path – and that was all. Hilo simply stood there, even more startled to be faced with her up close, where the similarities were only that much more striking.

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Definition of perfection <3!!

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Sunday; August 23rd

The invitation to perform had come as quite a surprise to Karma but it was not unheard of for such offers to arise from time to time. After all, she had been drawn to the little songbird once herself. This sort of request usually cropped up after one of her ultra-rare performances at The Secret Room and those were always rejected. Karma certainly didn’t mind sharing center stage with Narcissa, but the sort of attention stirred up by patrons was the kind neither of them were interested in. This invitation however, seemed completely unprompted and would possibly be viewed by a large part of Kadeu’s population, which made it all the more surprising that Narcissa felt inclined to accept.

Now as the time neared, Karma could feel the nerves of her counterpart vibrating. Her heart unintentionally beating like a dozen doves trapped within her breast. To ease her transition to the venue, Karma remained in control. It was uncommon that the Queen of Hearts appeared on the streets, let alone a highly traveled area like this. She looked and felt out of place and she could tell from the whispers that spread as she passed, that the general public felt the same.

She is one of Kadeu’s many beauties, no doubt, but the mistress of The Secret Room exudes a cold, unapproachable air -- when she sees fit. Her gaze is sharp, scarlet lips bowed and sealed; almost forbidding one to waste their breath with words she does not care to hear. She’s tiny compared to other women, yet with heels and head held high, she seems much taller than she is. Covered in a long dark cloak as she approaches the small stage, she shrugs the garment off into the awaiting hands of one of her attendants before carefully ascending the stairs.

“You may not recognize our next performer ladies and gentlemen, because at The Secret Room your anonymity is guaranteed!” the host announced, tossing a cheeky grin Karma’s way. She stared at him, unflinching, causing the man to shuffle his cue cards nervously, drawing a few chuckles from the crowd at his expense. “Uh, those who have had the pleasure of hearing her voice say she’s undoubtedly been blessed by the Gods themselves! Please join me in welcoming Queen Narcissa Song -- Siren of the Hearts!” he exclaimed, motioning fervently for the crowd to applaud.

With the last remaining rays of the afternoon sun to illuminate her, Karma turned to face the spectators. Her gown fluttered in the evening’s approaching breeze as violins began to play. Karma closed her eyes and her expression changed. When she reopened them just a moment later, it was if she was a different person. Eyes filled with softness and warmth, she inhales deeply and parts her lips to sing. 

Weep you no more, sad fountains; what need you flow so fast? Look how the snowy mountains, heaven's sun doth gently waste. But my sun's heavenly eyes, view not your weeping, That now lies sleeping, softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping. Sleep is a reconciling, a rest that peace begets. Doth not the sun rise smiling, when fair at even’ he sets Rest you then, rest, sad eyes, melt not in weeping, While she lies sleeping, softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.

All movement in the busy square seemed to cease while she sang, onlookers stunned into silence. Her voice easily filled the area for all to hear, reverberating off of buildings and echoing down streets and alleys, clear as a bell. Narcissa met eyes with members of the audience, as if singing to each person who caught her gaze. The song ended much too quickly for those listening and even as the violins played the last few bars, the audience stared at her, mesmerized and unwilling to miss one note of the performance.

It seemed like an eternity between the last note and the cheers and applause that erupted from the audience, an eternity that left Narcissa waiting with bated her breath. Upon receiving their praise, she lowered her gaze and her head modestly, a radiant smile gracing her features before she descended from the stage and disappeared into the crowd, almost as quickly as she came.

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APPEARANCE

I am over 5′5″ (Not in this body) / I have bad eyesight / I wear my weapons when I go out / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I prefer wearing armor / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo (Not in this body) / I have dyed my hair / I have gotten surgery / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I wear a lot of hats

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing (Contracts) / I prefer plays to books / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I like hunting manabeasts / I enjoy fighting in the Spade Arena

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them / I have traveled outside of the city / I have ridden in a carriage / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / I have had a near-death experience / I have caught something on fire / I have performed in a play / I have used magic / I have been in a fight / I have been written about in the Deck / I have been to another realm / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have been to highranker party / I have visited every faction

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend / I have known a friend for over ten years / I have sibling(s) / I am adopted / I am a faction deserter / I have had a cross-faction relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I don’t have many friends / I have friends outside my faction / I am part of the resistance / I sympathize with the resistance

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sunrise / I enjoy rainy days/ I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / The sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / Autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of earth / I enjoy spicy food / I can steer a carriage / I have memorized an entire song in a day / I believe in true love / I dream up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing while I perform activities / I wish I lived somewhere else / I have a canopy above my bed / I am multi-racial / I own a pet / I am LGBT

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nerenth​:

the ritualist lifted a finger at the creature, finally trying to communicate with it apart from trying to deflect her own stupidity. “i got a DEMON.”, she mentioned with menace in her tone. if this being stemmed from some corner of the underworld, then maybe it’d have some respect towards a demon. if not, then a demon still seemed more intimidating than herself. 

she hesitated, not wanting to embarrass herself in front of karma, but she felt like she had no other choice. fuck. with her hand on the grimoire, she mumbled out the incantation she knew the best, knowing that karma would most likely immediately know that this was some sort of EMERGENCY. “please come and save me…”, she whispered after, her words barely audible to even herself. with her eyes always glued on the dark entity, she made sure that it wasn’t going to suddenly lunge at her and try to kill her, but she had a feeling that that wasn’t going to be of benefit for it either.

Narcissa’s features were pinned in place, her hard practiced patience enabling her to smile even though her fingernails were slowly scraping varnish off of the chair arms they rested upon. To say she was bored out of her mind was nearly accurate at this point in the evening and in the conversation that seemed unending. Tolerance was wearing thin and she could hear the dozen ladies standing behind her shifting uncomfortably on their feet.

“I just don’t know...are you sure it’s safe? I mean...can you guarantee there won’t, ugh! God’s forbid; be a pregnancy...” the middle-aged woman across from her prattled on, arm linked firmly through her only son’s. Narcissa’s gaze flicked to him momentarily. Yep, he was still staring at the spritely little fae standing behind her. And gauging how she could practically feel her hair blowing from the frequency the girl was batting her eyelashes, the madam couldn’t say for sure whether it was the boy’s genuine desire winning her favor or the fae’s ambition.

Karma prepared to speak, shifting enough in her chair to look over her shoulder at the smorgasbord of delights she’d assembled for the young man’s potential enjoyment. “Thank you for your company, ladies. Please do give the three of us a moment of privacy,” she requested civilly. Intuitively raising her wrist to silence the obsessive mother before she objected. “Hyacinth...don’t wander too far, darling,” she added, turning back in time to notice the young man sit up in his seat, eyes trailing after her even once the door was closed.

“Madam,” she stated firmly, jaw clenching when the woman interrupted her. “I know we’ve wasted your time...again. Samuel is just under so much pressure at the Academy and from his father-”

“Dear Madam-” Karma interceded, her patience finally running out. “I have no doubt that your precious son feels pressure due to the aforementioned reasons, but I would not hesitate to wager that the discomfort holding him back the most, is from the frigid talons wrapped around his balls,” she elaborated, lowering her voice to a vicious whisper. “I assure you ma’am, you may relinquish your grip. His balls won’t drop to the floor and shatter into a million pieces. You may consider that my personal promise,” she decreed as she rose from her chair and regarded the pair that were staring at her with slack jaws.

“Well, go! Run along Samuel, before your chance is lost!” Karma snapped, huffing as she stomped out on the heels of the boy. The evening had proven to be nothing but one annoyance after another. Aggravated beyond reason, she couldn’t even hear the stammering of the client she’d left in an insulted stupor in her parlor.

She managed to find some welcome solitude in her private office. Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it, even her sigh of relief cut short but by a voice she knew she could never tire of hearing.

“Please come and save me…”

Narcissa’s breath hitched in her throat and Karma’s eyes widened. No, this certainly couldn’t be good. In the blink of said eyes, Karma disappeared from her moonlit office and reappeared in the bedroom of the young woman she held contract with. Despite it being quite dark, it didn’t take the demon long to ascertain the purpose of Aesin’s plea.

“Neren...” her greeting whispered, almost purred from between scarlet lips. She took a step closer to the bed, emerging from the shadows and into the moonlight filtering in from the windows. The light reflected from the many beads on her intricate gown, the ruby garment gleaming like stars as she continued her slow approach to the Ritualist’s bedside.

Painfully aware of the looming presence above them, Karma crawled onto the bed despite it, curling up under the arm the distressed young lady still held outstretched to keep contact with her precious grimoire. Karma nuzzled into Aesin’s side, resting her head on her shoulder as she hesitantly raised her gaze to the foreboding presence above them.

“I do so wish you’d call me to your bedroom for more pleasurably scenarios, dearheart,” the demon teased flatly. Turning her attention to Aesin directly, she lifted a soft hand to caress her face, wiping the damp hair from her forehead with a cool, comforting touch. “You’ve made an enormous mess. I’m sure you realize that now,” she scolded softly, a disapproving scowl on her face. “I’m afraid you’ve consulted me too late in the matter, Neren...there’s not much help I can offer either of you,” she grumbled softly.

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☠ ;; ψ

☠ Do they fear death?

Narcissa, of course, fears death. It’s natural to do so; only human to fear the end of life as she knows it. What she fears much more than death, however, is the pain, suffering, and hardship associated with the journey that ultimately leads to death; life itself is much more terrifying. Karma, on the other hand, has no reason to fear such things.

ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings?

Wrongdoings? You’ll have to be a bit more specific because Narcissa is practically a Saint™ and Karma operates almost exclusively by contract, which involves consent from all involved parties. So, honestly, no “wrongdoings” really come to mind.

[kadeukarma]

musingmemes​:

a historical / fantasy / period / medieval friendly character survey.

reblog and bold your muses preference.

roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips

winter / summer / autumn / spring

thunderstorms / sunshine / snow 

indoors / outdoors

meat / fruit / sweets

extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism

god fearing / non god fearing

cats / dogs / horses / birds

sunrise / sunset

day time / night time

fire / earth / water / wind 

reading / writing

rising early / sleeping late 

wine / ale / neither

fur / silk / satin / lace (leather / velvet)

rubies / pearls / sapphires 

horse back / walking / carriages 

love / power

having company / being alone 

lakes / rivers / oceans 

dagger / sword / bow / poison 

gold / silver 

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kadeuhq​:

horrificmemes​

Send a symbol for a headcanon about my muse. 

✘ Have they ever committed a murder?

▼ What is their greatest fear?

✿ Would they ever trust dark or wicked magic?

△ Name one thing from their past that they regret.

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be?

☣ Would they kill someone close to them if they had to?

☢ Would they survive an apocalyptic situation?

❣ If someone had the power to bring them back after death, would they want them to?

☠ Do they fear death?

♱ What do they think awaits them after death?

¿ Are they easily frightened?

╳ How would they react to seeing a loved one become possessed?

☹ Name one person they would kill for.

☼ If they had the choice to be immortal with one other person, who would they choose?

☎ How would they react to receiving a phone call from a deceased love one?

★ Do they have a favorite scary play? Book?

♣ Do they believe the world is made up of good and evil?

♥ Have they ever acted out of heartlessness?

☾ What is their favorite and least favorite thing about the night?

ψ Do they think they deserve punishment for their wrongdoings?

ϟ Have they ever gotten pleasure from causing others pain?

♚ Do they consider themselves to be evil?

♒ If they could choose how to die, how would they want to go?

™ Are they possessive?

✔ Are they holding a grudge against anyone?

◯ Do they believe in ghosts?

✦ Who is their favorite villain?

☄ While watching a scary movie, are they the one clinging to a friend or being clung to?

웃 Do they believe in aliens?

Note: If you have multiple muses please reblog this on one of them and link both of their inboxes

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kadeuhq​:

CHARACTER  TRUTHS — BOLD (  ALWAYS / OFTEN )  ITALIC ( SOMETIMES )  STRIKE  ( PAST )  We did not create this meme but we don’t know its origins. If you do, please message us!

001.  smoking — the habit  of  inhaling  and  exhaling  the  smoke  of  tobacco  or  a  drug 002.  binge  drinking — the  consumption  of  an  excessive  amount  of  alcohol  in  a  short  period  of  time 003.  drug  abuse — the  habitual  taking  of  illegal  drugs 004.  nail  biting — a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety/ tension 005.  lip  biting — a  common  body  language  sign  of  anxiety/ tension 006.  night  owl — a  person  who  is  habitually  awake  or  wakeful  at  night 007.  early  bird — a  person  who  rises,  arrives,  or  acts  before  the  usual  or  expected  time 008.  negative  attitudes — a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  criticism  and  pessimism 009.  positive  attitudes — a  philosophy  of  approaching  life  with  optimism  and  confidence 010.  swearing — the  use  of  offensive  language 011.  superstitious — an  irrational  belief  that  an  object,  action,  or  circumstance  not  logically  related  to  a  course  of  events  influences  its  outcome 012.  inspecting  fingernails — a  common  body  language  sign  of  boredom 013.  scratching  your  neck — a  common  body  language  sign  of  uncertainty 014.  foot  and  finger  tapping — a  common  body  language  sign  of  stress  /  impatience 015.  nose  touch — a  subtle  body  language  sign  of  deceit 016.  flipping  hair — a  common  body  language  sign  of  craving  attention 017.  twirling  hair — a  common  body  language  sign  of  flirtation 018.  cracking  knuckles — a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness 019.  hands  behind  back — a  common  body  language  sign  of  confidence 020.  finger  pointing — a  common  body  language  sign  of  authority 021.  hands  on  hips — a  common  body  language  sign  of  readiness 022.  hands  in  pockets — a  common  body  language  sign  of  mistrust  /  reluctance 023.  frequent  touch — a  common  body  language  sign  of  warmth  /  familiarity 024.  throat - clearing — a  common  body  language  sign  of  rejection  /  doubt 025.  jaw - clenching — a  common  body  language  sign  of  hostility 026.  eye - rolling — a  common  body  language  sign  of  irritation 027.  head - tilt — a  common  body  language  sign  of  interest 028.  whistling — to  emit  high-pitched  sound  by  forcing  breakthrough  a small  hole  between  one’s  lips  or  teeth;  usually  to  a  tune 029.  humming — make  a  low,  steady  continuous  sound; usually  to  a  tune 030.  perfectionism — refusal  to  accept  any  standard  short  of  perfection 031.  photographic  memory — the  ability  to  remember  information  or  visual  images  in  great  detail 032.  paranoia  — a  mental  condition  characterized  by  delusions  of  persecution,  unwarranted  jealousy,  or  exaggerated  self - importance,  typically  worked  into  an  organized  system 033.  exaggeration — a  statement  that  represents  something  as  better  or  worse  than  it  really  is 034.  intuitive — using  or  based  on  what  one  feels  to  be  true  even  without  conscious  reasoning; instinctive 035.  quick - witted — showing  or  characterized  by  an  ability  to  think  or  respond  quickly  and  effectively 036.  interrupting — breaking  the  continuity  of  a  conversation  with  one’s  own  statements 037.  doodling — to  scribble  or  make  rough  drawings,  absentmindedly 038.  irritable — having  or  showing  a  tendency  to  be  easily  annoyed 039.  gambling — to  play  games  of  chance  for  money;  betting 040.  travel - sick — suffering  from  nausea  caused  by  motion  of  a  moving  vehicle or boat 041.  sensitive — having  or  displaying  a  quick  and  delicate  appreciation  of  others’  feelings 042.  melancholy — a  feeling  of  pensive  sadness,  typically  with  no  obvious  cause 043.  chewing  tabacco — the  exercise  of  chewing  tabacco  which  is  not  swallowed 044.  fidgeting — to  make  small  movements, especially  of  the  hands  and  feet, through  nervousness  or  impatience 045.  skeptical — not  easily  convinced  ;  having  doubts  or  reservations 046.  neat - freak — compulsively  obsessed  with  cleanliness 047.  gossiping — divulging  personal  information  about  others 048.  prim — feeling  or  showing  disapproval  of  anything  regarded  as  improper; stiffly correct 049.  abbreviating — giving  others  nicknames  /  shortening  names  /  giving  pet  names 050.  having  a  catchphrase — having  a  sentence  or  phrase  typically  associated  with  a  specific  person

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kadeuhq​:

— fighting style;

fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close-quarters / prefer range /  chat during /  go silent /  low pain tolerance  / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively /  bait an opponent’s first strike / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated  / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting /   fight wildly /  fight calmly apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another /  prefer a blade  / prefer a bow /  prefer a shield  /   prefer a spear naginata / prefer a personalized weapon  / prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical /  their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle  / fight as they appear /  rely on strength  /  rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly  /  high stamina /  doubt their strength  /  proceed with caution /  behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit  /  belittle their  abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength /  avoid civilians  /  strike down civilians / damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go  /  mastered skill set / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent /  use unnecessary movements ( flips, twirls ) / move efficiently /  barely move / prefer to dodge  / prefer to block /  defend their blindside / has no blindside /  use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around   /  hold back /  fight ruthlessly  / show mercy /  wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready  / fear death  /  fear pain / fear killing /  has PTSD / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing /  would succumb slowly