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❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞

The hooded man sighed melodramatically at her turning down to assist him. "Alright fine, but this is going to take longer then." He complained as he went to work, using the heel of his boot to drag and carve a shallow furlough in the soil. A rough circle. "I don't know why you're always so persnickety at my magics and means. You never turn away my beseeching to come to your realm but then I get here and all you want to do is get me gone." He grumbled as he finished the first circle. A fel green eye flaring to life within the rudimentary sigil circle. "We have a very weird working relationship Hazriel, are we not compatriots in our respective fields? Have we not aided each other a handful of times over without issue or cause for betrayal. Well, save that one time over the book, which I forgave by the way." He added sarcastically as the second ring outside the first was finished, and a second eye flared to life, hovering and staring, unblinking. He worked in silence in the third circles formation, a third eye springing to life as he stepped within the layered dirt rings, and all three eyes zipped off and into the air, one north, one east, one west. "So what does this caravan you're trying to trail down even look like anyway?" @hazriel

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

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[ MERCURY ] is your muse good at communication ? can they hold a proper conversation, or are they always finding an excuse to avoid small talk ?

Nixalegos is actually quite the conversationalist, having such a large breathe of information known to him grants a seemingly unending well of topics to draw upon, compare notes with, and inquire into even the most esoteric fields. And what he doesn't know he is more then capable of listening about, guiding the conversation to allow the other the floor and better fill in the gaps for himself. While small talk may not be his strongest suit, he is no slouch even in this arena, using the opportunity to gleen information from the other he is speaking to. If there is one weakness to his oratorical skill, it's that he happens to think he knows everything, and can be something of an overbearing boar, quickly turning a conversation with him into a lecture by him if not course corrected early on. All that being said, Nixalegos was meant for a speaking role on the stage of life, and it's one of Azeroth's great pities that so few seem to enjoy speaking to him. Thank you @losseignol and @captzexx for the ask!

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Nix for @nixalegos !

The first of the sacrifices for tablet practice. Opening up actual commissions soon, link to my Kofi on the blog!

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Pieces. Gameboard. Everyone thought themselves a king, forgetting that piece too get swept into the box at games end. Better to navigate to the other side of the board and cut the hand that held the pieces. Still, the sacrificed tidbit of information worked, getting them to offer up a piece of their own Now he knew they weren't alone. Going so far as to bring others into the debacle. Pity he couldn't trust them enough to get their help with the static. Enemies always told you what you need to know, even if they did it while crowing. How it always went. Evil was not a happy family. The void was not a unified front. Even one extra madman going after another was one less madman hurting the innocent, the stalwart. "I actually hate flattery, would you mind ceasing with it?" He asked plainly. "I believe you and I both have dealt too often with those who demand such servile words to see them as anything but insulting." Casual. Respectful. Shared suffering in the hierarchy of cosmic interpersonal conflict. Professionals in their respective arenas. "And besides, in what sense of the word are we using moot? Legal? Debate?" He said with an air of nonchalance. "To what authority do you and yours appeal I would agree to be judged by?" He added with a grin. @anunendinggaze

The hooded man stood at the walls, well out of sight of Meledar's guards, or at least, well out of hearing range. "Well, you've been busy." He said without accusation. "I admire the zeal." To which he gestured for them to come closer, to chat, converse. "Have you had any unforeseen difficulties?" He asked, his tone suggesting he cared. Or that perhaps that wandering eye of his was NOT the omnipotent scrying tool he seemed so eager to suggest it was.

The farmer looked up at the hooded man, his bearded face placid and calm as he drank in the sight of the person. He was a stocky older man, his balding head perpetually red from a sun left long ago but not forgotten by the skin. A course beard full of grey and white sat thick about his sagging jowl's from a life filled with as much bounty as time. Despite being hearty and hale, time was working it's magic as it would to any one through the years. The windows to the soul though spoke of cryptic tragic truth.

Violet tinged eyes looked up placidly and calm, an empty peace blanketing over his bearded face as he held loosely to a hoe to steady himself.

A soft bow would be provided, the movements foreign and ungainly for a frame so large but ordered by a unfettered grip. "My lord you honor me with your presence."

The voice was thick and heavy, unseemly for the context of their provision but all to familiar. This man was not this man, and those who knew would know who truly guided the plowman's shovel.

"Idle hands are said to be a dark thing's plaything," as the farmer would continue to prostrate before the nethermancer. "You had come to me long before regarding the happenings of this place. I apologize for my delayed arrival and investigation, the road into those the Hallows was a far more divisive path than I had anticipated."

"You had spoken of 'getting a house in order', and I took this to heart," the farmer continued in a dialect not his own. His red spot bright even in the false sunlight of Beledar, as he kept his gaze to the freshly tilled earth at his feet. "I do not complain or make excuse only to say the work is not without trial. The call of the depths of Khaz Algar are not my own to rally too."

"You ask of difficulties and I admit there are many, but I assure you none of which are impossible," the thick fingers of the farmer gripped tight to his tool as he spoke softly. "There are things beneath the surface and farther below that I was not quite aware of but now know are in the better interest of us all to wary of."

"The blood is here and it is calling. It calls with a song that is irresistible and pens a tale that can only inked by it's own."

"Peace is the answer but a path slick with black blood will be far more treacherous than should be traveled."

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comm, belf warlock

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dont tell any of my friends or mutuals but....their ocs are really cool.................

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Earth for the Astrological Headcanon Meme!!

[ EARTH ] how grounded is your muse ?are they logical and straightforward, or are do they always have their head in the clouds ? Nix is an extremely logical, straight forward, even downright blunt person. His personal things are always organized, even things as mundane as which pocket litter goes into particular. He is simply too busy in the day to day to spend time day dreaming. Even his rest days must be planned for efficiency. That isn't to say he doesn't, or cannot, simply that he is a creature who values being able to do over being able to dream.

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Chiron

from @venomouskasmg

[ CHIRON ] what does your muse do to cope ? are their coping mechanisms healthy, or do they lean into bad habits to get through tough times ?

Despite the horrors and emotional paralysis of being a warlock adventurer, Nix is mostly doing fine. He takes the time to savor culture when he travels. A foodie, taking in cuisine and drink from all over. He tours galleries and libraries when they are available to see. Studies and collects art not simply for their value, but for their VALUE. He reads across subjects, whatever flight of fancy he seeks to better understand he seeks out. He keeps his hands busy with the construction of small clockwork toys and companion pets to donate to Silvermoon's orphanages around the holidays. What emotional duress he might be afflicted with can always be talked about with his wife @tyleinth, who has her own suggestions and means to cope with the struggle. Sometimes this involves alot of desserts and impulse shopping. Thank you @venomouskasmg!

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ASTROLOGICAL HEADCANON MEME.

some various character analysis questions based off of space &&. the bodies that inhabit it. feel free to edit as you see fit.

[ MERCURY ] is your muse good at communication ? can they hold a proper conversation, or are they always finding an excuse to avoid small talk ?

[ VENUS ] how does your muse handle love ? do they believe themself to be deserving of it, and how capable are they of loving others ?

[ EARTH ] how grounded is your muse ? are they logical and straightforward, or are do they always have their head in the clouds ?

[ MARS ] when your muse gets angry, how does it show ? do they know how to control it, or do they let it consume them ?

[ JUPITER ] how does your muse see morality ? what do the words good and evil mean to them ?

[ SATURN ] is your muse all work and no play ? do they let responsibility consume them, or do they allow themselves breaks from time to time ?

[ URANUS ] can your muse handle change ? do they accept it with open arms, or will they try anything they can to make sure things say the same ?

[ NEPTUNE ] does your muse dream frequently ? if they do, what kind of dreams (or nightmares) do they have ?

[ PLUTO ] what is your muse's relationship with individuality ? do they feel that they need permission to be themself ?

[ CERES ] does your muse take care of themself ? do they neglect their needs to put others first ?

[ PALLAS ] how perceptive is your muse ? can they pick up on things other people don't ?

[ CHIRON ] what does your muse do to cope ? are their coping mechanisms healthy, or do they lean into bad habits to get through tough times ?

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He wondered how it worked. Body hopping the way they did wasn't pleasant. Wasn't sustainable. Wearing a corpse would be easiest, the way the Nathrezim did. Scooped out the soul, slid into the flesh and smoothed down the skin until the bumps were gone. You had to contend with rot and degradation, sure. But at least you didn't have another mind, another being wrestling for their own body at all times. He only knew of one other who'd stolen a form that wasn't their original and made it stick, and they weren't keen on sharing the hows. But it was them he'd tracked, the eyes gave it away. Pretending to live a life that wasn't theirs. So. It knew their routine. The old man was still alive? Trapped in their own body, their mind pilfered for knowledge as it's needed by their invader, or rudimentary backround check? Stalking and observing their future host, donning a body the way a thespian wore a mask. Neither answer particularly pleasant. But then, if they'd known how he'd followed them along, they might have been quietly horrified too. No actor wanted to be seen beyond their performance. It risked them going back to keeping themselves busy over being useful and cutting a swath through the Order of the Night and every other lesser cult that was setting up shop. "You know I'm not here to honor you." He said with a scoff. "Enemy of my enemies that we may be, I wouldn't insult your cunning not to see what I prodded you to do." And that perhaps made the difference. If nothing else, it felt right to be honest with them then cajole and flatter them into behaving how he wanted. There were too many monsters, too many nightmares, and too many madmen. Had to keep the plates spinning. Had to keep the game going. "And treacherous or not, I'm sure you've seen how that it still has to be walked." He said almost regretfully. "I had my own run of bad luck with the blood spooling out from Azj-Kahet. Let a trap meant to subdue twenty snap upon myself alone. Cannot recommend. Now that irresistible song just sounds like static." He added with a degree of annoyance at his personal problems. "I'd like to coordinate efforts while you're still here. Keep the other from stepping on the others toes while we walk our respective destinies. Would you be opposed?" @anunendinggaze

The hooded man stood at the walls, well out of sight of Meledar's guards, or at least, well out of hearing range. "Well, you've been busy." He said without accusation. "I admire the zeal." To which he gestured for them to come closer, to chat, converse. "Have you had any unforeseen difficulties?" He asked, his tone suggesting he cared. Or that perhaps that wandering eye of his was NOT the omnipotent scrying tool he seemed so eager to suggest it was.

The farmer looked up at the hooded man, his bearded face placid and calm as he drank in the sight of the person. He was a stocky older man, his balding head perpetually red from a sun left long ago but not forgotten by the skin. A course beard full of grey and white sat thick about his sagging jowl's from a life filled with as much bounty as time. Despite being hearty and hale, time was working it's magic as it would to any one through the years. The windows to the soul though spoke of cryptic tragic truth.

Violet tinged eyes looked up placidly and calm, an empty peace blanketing over his bearded face as he held loosely to a hoe to steady himself.

A soft bow would be provided, the movements foreign and ungainly for a frame so large but ordered by a unfettered grip. "My lord you honor me with your presence."

The voice was thick and heavy, unseemly for the context of their provision but all to familiar. This man was not this man, and those who knew would know who truly guided the plowman's shovel.

"Idle hands are said to be a dark thing's plaything," as the farmer would continue to prostrate before the nethermancer. "You had come to me long before regarding the happenings of this place. I apologize for my delayed arrival and investigation, the road into those the Hallows was a far more divisive path than I had anticipated."

"You had spoken of 'getting a house in order', and I took this to heart," the farmer continued in a dialect not his own. His red spot bright even in the false sunlight of Beledar, as he kept his gaze to the freshly tilled earth at his feet. "I do not complain or make excuse only to say the work is not without trial. The call of the depths of Khaz Algar are not my own to rally too."

"You ask of difficulties and I admit there are many, but I assure you none of which are impossible," the thick fingers of the farmer gripped tight to his tool as he spoke softly. "There are things beneath the surface and farther below that I was not quite aware of but now know are in the better interest of us all to wary of."

"The blood is here and it is calling. It calls with a song that is irresistible and pens a tale that can only inked by it's own."

"Peace is the answer but a path slick with black blood will be far more treacherous than should be traveled."

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Collected diagrams from the first volume of The Luminance of Explication and Mysteries of Proof in the Understanding of the Paradigms of the Science of Weights and Measures, a 14th century text on cosmology and metrology by Arabic alchemist and polymath Aidamur Ibn Jaldakī.

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curiosity

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"I don't know." He said leaning back in his chair. "The only reason I even know of this cabal's existence was pilfering records and colorful...interviews during the fall of Argus while others were busy killing a titan." He confessed. "Don't judge too harshly, someone had to ensure the portal network couldn't be reignited and doom the assault from behind." He explained. "I thought they were a legend. A convenient excuse why upstart cults are never at a loss for material, personal, artifacts in their arsenal. To know they are not only real but seeking to cross over implies they're personally taking an interest in managing affairs on Azeroth, a fact they weren't with all three invasions of Azeroth prior should denote a certain...impetus to get something done this time around. The timing alongside the surge in Void related fiascos couldn't be worse." He grumbled. "We can't simply pull people off the necessary task of saving the world today to save it tomorrow." He added as he picked up his mug of ale. "I can try to pull strings with Dreadscar, heft my weight around, maybe see if any neophytes are willing to do the dirty work of trailing bankers and logistics over the promise of spellcraft and opportunity to load up their backpacks with loot." He took a swig at that, finding it an unlikely scenario. "If I was them, I'd start, or have started pumping gold into every single cult on Azeroth, regardless of whom they bent the knee to. We might see an upsurge in secret circles and hidden cabals across all of Azeroth to better keep everyone busy and distracted snipping every loose thread." He grumbled. "...Do you remember when fighting the bad guys was easy?" @caedun

"The Cracked Core is working as a subsidiary. They're doing the bidding of the Canted Ruin. A secret cabal of Sargeras loyal Shivarra priestess's who make the Coven of Mothers seem restrained and diplomatic. If even one of them is summoned to Azeroth..." The warlock let the sentence trail off as his picked up his drink. "We have to get more hands willing to hunt for them. This is bigger then me and you."

The bar's interior rattled on around them as the two menacing figures, green eyes aglow, mundanely shared a beverage in the eatery's centre by a pillar. For creatures made to mechanically serve the Titans, Caedun had regularly found himself impressed and intrigued by the music and whimsy of the Earthen, who seemed, at times, even more lively and varied than their Dwarven kin.

The hunter pursed his lips in annoyance as the Nethermancer explained the gravity of the situation--not with the man himself of course, but with the endless upwards trail of bureaucracy that demons were seemingly obsessed with. One wretched thing playing the appetites and impulses of all below it, who did the same in turn to those in their employ. Degeneracy all the way down, obfuscated behind deals, desks, and gofers.

It would be so much easier if they just came to him to die.

"I suppose it's never as simple as a small splinter group looking to accrue power. I'm resistant to involving too many, right now our small scale is to our advantage."

He sipped his own drink--an apple juice, served in such a manner as to appear as whiskey on the rocks--and continued his thoughts after his dampened lips smacked.

"... but, I see the wisdom. I doubt Shivarra of such standing would just let us show up to their summoning circles and slay them, and I doubt this Canted Ruin of theirs is low on enforcers. I know a few Illidari who would be interested. Reliable sorts. What do you have in mind?"

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