Past the point of no return, no backward glances The games of make believe are at an end Past all thought of if or when, no use resisting Abandon thought and let the dream descend What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? ind. count lucio from the arcana game written by autumn see navi page for links Past the point of no return, no going back now Our passion play has now at last begun Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question How long should we two wait, before we're one?
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doktorjules:
How predictable it is that when the door doth threaten to close that he retreats, forcing the back of his boot ‘gainst it as if that would prevent it from fully shutting behind him. Compelled or otherwise, he was not so enchanted that he would allow himself to become cornered at the scene of the crime. He knew that the Countess wanted his blood and he could not blame her, though he would not be so willing to walk himself to the gallows just yet. Single eye redirects its stare o’er to where the armor stood on proud display and he tenses when he swears it feels as if it’s inhabited. The voice speaks to him still with its saccharine lilt, and Julian is sure he’ll choke on the guilt which sits thickly in his bones.
❝ And now you dead-——nothing. ❞ He ought to flee, to escape back to the tavern and have drunk his fill ‘til he can no longer remember this night and yet still he stands here! Has all his repressed sentimentalities finally come rearing their ugly head? He was already cursed by that Witch; who was to say he was not cursed again? ❝ Why was I lead here? ❞
‘ lead? ’ amusement: it flows from the voice, filling the room with an odd sort of warmth. but that in itself is apt, is it not? this room should be warm, the ghost thinks. it should burn. ‘ invited, perhaps- but you’ll see no hand clasped with yours. if you’ve been lead here by anything, it is your own wish. ’ ------ a subtle breeze, cold now, flows through the drapery surrounding the bed and shifts the fabric, as if someone is currently drawing the drapes and standing from the bed.
‘ why did you come here? ’
#doktorjules#the ghost really existed. he was not as was long believed a creature of the imagination of the artists. ( main verse. )
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palgan:
‘ oh.., ‘ the oracle breathes, skin prickling (being around him made her feel cold, so cold). ‘ are you.. dead then? ‘
‘ as a doornail. ’ he bows low, but his gaze never leaves hers for a second and his smile is smooth and turned up perfectly at the corners. ‘my deepest apologies. ’
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FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS BOLD what applies to your muse.
( repost, don’t reblog from me. )
TAGGED: stole it off the dash TAGGING: y’all go at it kids
BODY.
Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.
HEIGHT.
Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.
SKIN.
Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled.
EYES.
Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.
HAIR.
Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black (with a blue tint). Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.
TATTOOS / PIERCINGS.
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.
COSMETICS.
Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.
SCENT.
Floral. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.
CLOTHES.
Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt.Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather Jacket.Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers / Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur / Faux fur. Revealing clothing.
SHOES.
Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.
#stranger than you dreamt it. ( headcanons. )#quite a night i’m impressed! well one does one’s best! ( aesthetics. )
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updated pages: verses. navigation. more info below cut.
added to verses page: main verse, predeath verse, modern verse, & two different verses for the final fantasy xv universe.
i’ll be considered other verses in the future!
& in regards to the navi page--- i honestly just finally decided to put it together, ha. i added it because my blog only can only have so many links on the sidebar before it breaks the theme, so i just linked everything important on the navi page just in case. but my rules are still linked also on the sidebar.
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‘ if only i had the blood still to offer. apologies. ’ / @palgan. sc.
#palgan#angel or father? friend or phantom? who is it there staring? ( modern verse. )#mi-rae run from the ghost man
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doktorjules:
Julian is no longer sure whether it’s fear that grips him or something else entirely; he couldn’t even come to fathom why he was here——standing amidst these cursed stone halls which were, to him, too familiar. He’s tense, awfully so, and does not dare to move ‘til the slow creak of an open door draws forth his attention and o’ how quickly his breath catches in his throat. Natheless, he approached as if compelled——a long-since used nickname echoing in his ear and spurring him further. Something in him aches at familiar scents, and when he stands in the doorway, his mask was already removed: single eye staring at the ashes which lay amongst the bed, and the walls——a gruesome sight which churned his stomach. Murderer, he thinks, in silence with a surely miserable-looking expression ‘pon his face, ‘fore exhaling a harsh breath and then breathing in the reality which surrounded him and looking to the far wall to a relic which hadn’t been entirely consumed by ravenous flame.
❝ Your Illustrious Highness… ❞
laughter, sickeningly sweet and boisterous fills the ashen space; behind julian, the heavy door shifts nearly to a close, but not quite- oh, because the man that lingers here knows well how the doctor might try to escape, should his escape routes be cut off. funny, how contrary the action is, but it is an action performed by so many: a door is shut, and one instantly tries to force it open again. so no, as if in an offering of peace, the door remains cracked ( but where once light from the hall might have bled into the room, there is now only more darkness ).
‘ jules. ’ from a corner of the room, a suit of armor looms tall and proud and firm despite the light charring and discoloration along it’s metal sheen. julian can pretend the eyes watching him are a trick of the light from that poor, empty suit, if he wishes. ‘ you’ve changed, and reverted to being so drearily formal- stop that, i was always lucio here. ’
#doktorjules#the ghost really existed. he was not as was long believed a creature of the imagination of the artists. ( main verse. )
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oh you know just drawing my future husband whats up with u @thearcanagame
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doktorjules:
It can’t be seen ‘neath his mask, but he’s scowling——sharp features contorted and skewed into something muddled; even if his face is obscured and shielded, he’s still trying his damnest to hide his fear. ( did his face feel warmer than before? ) He looks about the dark halls, hand coming up to hold at the beak of his mask.
‘ julian. ’ there’s a rattling, picture frames shaking against cold stone of dusty old walls. there’s no wind here to cause the movement. what sounds like the tapping of dog’s nails accompanies the erie tune, but mercedes and melchior --- bless their hearts --- are nowhere to be seen, as of yet. a door at the far side of the hall, one that should be all too familiar to the count’s good friend & doctor, creeks open and the subtle scent of spice and weak colognes wafts into the hall. ‘ jules. ’
#gay ghost ruins mans life more at 11#doktorjules#the ghost really existed. he was not as was long believed a creature of the imagination of the artists. ( main verse. )
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starter call. for all mutual pals now that i’m done playing favorites w vika ( since his lame русский ass is the reason i made this dumb goat man’s blog in the first place ).
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‘ the mask hides so many of your most beautiful qualities. ’ the voice echoing through the room is a distant thing, but far too close all the same; echoing, but still all the while at the hollow of the good doctor’s throat. ‘ your nose. your brow. your lips. ’ / @doktorjules.
#lucio: knifecat.jpg#doktorjules#the ghost really existed. he was not as was long believed a creature of the imagination of the artists. ( main verse. )
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sacrosanctbijou:
He’s nearly then dropped his glass of sparkling drink, eyes wide in disbelief; one moment he’d been escaping the mingling of the ever-social crowd, and now… he was speaking to a phantom of the portrait he’d been previously admiring the handiwork of.
‘ oh, do avoid breaking your glass. we are standing on a very special rug. ’ beautifully threaded and adorned in a bewitching pattern, and lined with the familiar spotted design of a leopard. ‘ it would cause my wife no end of grief, trying to find someone able to clean or repair this. ’
#sacrosanctbijou#the ghost really existed. he was not as was long believed a creature of the imagination of the artists. ( main verse. )
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i am going to marry nadia if its the last thing i do tbh
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tag dump.
the ghost really existed. he was not as was long believed a creature of the imagination of the artists. ( main verse. )
yes. he existed in flesh and blood. ( predeath verse. )
too long you have wandered in winter. ( ffxv verse i. )
and when the ghost speaks to you what does he say? ( ffxv verse ii. )
the impossible voice, the mouthless voice, saying; ( lucio. )
say you’ll share with me one love; one lifetime. ( nadia. )
the black domino turned back. ( jules. )
quite a night i’m impressed! well one does one’s best! ( aesthetics. )
every face a different shade. masquerade! look around there's another mask behind you! ( musings. )
( ffxv act i. ) ( ffxv act ii. )
#the ghost really existed. he was not as was long believed a creature of the imagination of the artists. ( main verse. )#yes. he existed in flesh and blood. ( predeath verse. )#you must love me. ( nadia. )#the black domino turned back. ( jules. )#quite a night i’m impressed! well one does one’s best! ( aesthetics. )#every face a different shade. masquerade! look around there's another mask behind you! ( musings. )#( ffxv act i. )#( ffxv act ii. )#and when the ghost speaks to you what does he say? ( ffxv verse ii. )#too long you have wandered in winter. ( ffxv verse i. )#say you’ll share with me one love; one lifetime. ( nadia. )
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‘ are you enjoying the masquerade? ’ / @sacrosanctbijou.
#sacrosanctbijou#the ghost really existed. he was not as was long believed a creature of the imagination of the artists. ( main verse. )
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