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Listen for the Horns. They Call for the End.

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Darcy's put in the work; she's studied and volunteered and found herself at the aftermath of events that would shake others foundations, but found herself still standing. Running, Triaging. Pressing fingers to columns of throats and watching the hand on her watch tick by too slowly or too quickly.

The gig for the circus is easier than that, she's certain. A few sprains, a bit of over-reaching, burns and splinters and some head injuries from where set up hadn't gone exactly to plan. She'd suspected higher rates of potential STIs if all of her pop cultural knowledge of circuses, like renaissance festivals, had been true -- but so far, there'd been little to nothing. To Darcy, the Circus is easier than even The School must have been.

Granted, one of those institutions had a built-in deathroom, and it was not the Circus, so....

Atleast, she doesn't think so.

Her interactions with Evan have been limited. An introduction over dinner, a few waves here and there, but never any solid individual time. Looking over him in the dim area they've set up, she's surprised by how boyishly handsome he is, despite being stupid tall and built. He might have been intimidating, otherwise... not to Darcy, but perhaps some other woman less inclined to starting things they could not perhaps finish. Not a worry for Evan, who's big eyes and cheerful smile diminish any threatening aura his otherwise impressive build might garner.

She notices other aspects of his physique soon after -- and while the fur and hooves are unique, they don't surprise her. Darcy has taken intimate inspections of Wolverine's son, after all, and had deep, fulfilling relationships with Norse g-ds of myth. What's unnerving about a satyr?

Her notes are, woefully, inadequate. No real past medical exams or notations of vaccines administered (she was going to have to start the circus on a rotation of shots; she could not believe they were out here without tetanus boosters) -- just some comments from Rhett and a cold insistence from the beautiful and serious Meryem.

Hurt leg, but no real pain outside of occasional reinjuries.

"Oh, brother, I am sure it's totally fine. If you're not feeling it, I'm more concerned about what keeps causing it. Consider this more, like, preventative."

The clipboard with it's sparse notes (and a few chibi-styled doodles of the circus acts) clatters to a side table made up of unutilized boxes.

"You cool if I feel it up a little?"

Her fingers are long, a little plump, with nails that could be better cared for, if the chipped glitter blue nail polish indicates anything. Still, Darcy waggles them at Evan, as if they were spiders.

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Meryem had bullied him into this little checkup. And, hey, maybe he'd enjoyed that a little; maybe he'd savored the way she'd jabbed an icy finger into his sternum, and her voice had gotten so incredibly stern; maybe he'd relished in the boring force of her gaze as he'd quipped back with the flirtatious accusation that she might care about him, heaven forbid.

He's still shaking the half-melted ice and snow he'd earned with that little crack from his hair when the exam room door swings open, and he braces for some poor medical staffer's reaction to his satyrlike physiology. Most docs don't really know what to make of him, in his experience, and its why he hadn't wanted to see one in the first place.

And besides. Daniel had fixed him up just like he had ten, twenty other times before. It doesn't hurt; nothing does, really.

"Sorry to waste your time like this," Evan begins, even before Dr. Lewis fully enters his line of sight. His voice is incredibly apologetic: he really does believe himself to be fine since he's not experiencing pain. "It's just a sprain. Looked worse than it--"

Then he sees her. His big, brown eyes shine as they widen to take in her beautiful face and form, and he sits straighter, squaring his shoulders and shifting to allow his legs to take up more space on the repurposed massage table that's standing in for an actual exam table for the moment.

"I'd love for you to take a look, doc," he tells her, switching up. "I'd really, really value your opinion. Be as thorough as you need to be; you know best."

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🚗 - Driving skills? Copia

Canonically, we see Copia driving a few times in the Chapters! I think he's capable, and I think, once upon a time, he really enjoyed it. Especially when it was just him in Sister Imperator's car, running errands for the Ministry, back in his earlier days as a Cardinal.

But eventually, it became a chore in and of itself, schlepping Sister and Papa Nihil and Mr Saltarian around as they all became too elderly to drive -- especially after Sister pitched herself off a cliff. The scenarios became more and more verbally abusive as three parental figures rained criticisms down upon a newer Papa.

Nowadays, he grumpily sits in the backseat of the car as someone like Judith or another Sibling drives him. He misses the days of his own freedom, but they've been overshadowed with the pains of working and expectations.

And he's not getting any younger, either.

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🕛 - Favorite midnight snack? Darcy

Dick

Darcy is, as we all know, a perpetual and exclusive snacker. The only things in her kitchen are snacks and takeout boxes— find her at two am, in the dark, illuminated only by the fridge light, sprinkling shredded cheese into her mouth from her hand held above her head.

She’s also compulsively shoving melatonin gummies down her throat thinking they’ll help (they won’t)

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The Dales

A small one page comic based off of a Emerald Graves location comment. Because I'm sappy like that.

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Character Headcanon Ask Game

For canon characters, AUs, and OCs!

Have your followers send a character and a number, and you give them a headcanon to match! For anachronistic asks (for example, favorite tv show when the character lives in a fantasy setting), just try to imagine what the answer would be.

What is this character's...

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I got inspired by this post

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it's you!

despite everything, it's still you.

— (varric & hawke)

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the way I forgot when writing that reply for Aleera earlier that I use Tobey as my fc for Poseidon whoops

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sorry I love the HVAC unit, Hector, in Date Everything.

that's my kinda man....thing....

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independent multimuse blog written by Ben (they/he) featuring muses from Marvel, DC, Dragon Age, Star Wars, The Band Ghost, Greek Myth, Fallout and assorted others. Canon and OC friendly. Multiverse. Promo by @hororicide, as always <3

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End of ends eternally out of grasp -- though, perhaps, he is not inclined to reach out for it. It is impossible to obtain that which does not approach and he does not seek.

...Mostly.

Long, dark hair slips wet over his shoulders, clings to firm muscle and sinew, sculpted through will but not work.

And isn't that the way with all things g-dly?

"How could I not?"

Impassable, Neptune's eyes move from her to the horizon, almost as if he was already bored with the conversation.

"What you feared has already come to pass. You will tremble as the years go on, dreading anniversaries as they push past you gently like wind or unforgiving as a storm. But days are simply days, even endless. Still, this one is past, and cannot come again.

And isn't that the meaning of the worst is over?"

BLESSINGS UNTO . . . @suffcring whispered: "the worst of it is over now." she was not his chosen, but neptune shrugs her pain off his shoulders all the same. cold eyes, like blind depths and arctic ice, unmoved.

GODS ARE CRUEL HENCE WHY THEY ARE GODS [ ... ] beings that lacked that fragility that made humans themselves. in her experience, she could conclude that all deities lacked emotions. not to the same depth that their little followers would understand [ did my wails of anguish shake the heavens and seas? ] but knowing that gods meant knowing they held the power to destroy. and the god of the ocean held tremendous power. there were reasons why her people feared the ocean and it was not for its gentle waves.

❝ how do you know that? ❞ her voice is smaller than its usual proud granduer. her head is bowed and brows intertwined, fingers laced together to control their shaking. the worst is over now so why do tears roll down her cheeks? staining salt to skin as her heart forever aches. ❝ i ask of you, lord of the tides, if the worst lays behind me then why do i weep for the future? you too are eternal and must've lost many in your lifetime, does it truly get better? ❞

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There's something deeply (and guiltily) satisfying about Nilza's words. In truth, Copia knows V is not... angry. Or suspicious. Or seething. Or jealous.

What need has the new Papa of any of those emotions? He is, in fact, Papa.

The star, the sun son sun around which the universe of the Ministry rotates, and Copia is...

Upper management. The most upper and the top management, but still. A man behind the curtain, left to be forgotten.

Even the Ghouls follow V around like lost puppies, sparing only afterthoughts for their former Papa.

And yet, it feels good that Nilza sees the newcomer as he does. With suspicion and disdain.

Where had he even come from? Copia had known every one worth knowing in the Ministry, in the Clergy. And V had not been among their numbers.

Those thoughts are hard to maintain, however, when Nilza redirects his hands down, down, down... And he grins at her, although it is perhaps a little goofy, and little... awkward.

She is good at making him feel that way -- whimsical, like magic. As if he were some eccentric wizard, rather than a former Satanic Pope.

"Ohhh. Uh. Si?"

But a thought still lingers.

"You won't... confirm with the Ministry, eh? Not even with the new Papa?"

Eyes narrow to harsh slits as Nilza threw a look over her shoulder, but she gives no resistance to Copia’s steering of her. She has a guess as to what he might be intending, and she wouldn’t say no if that’s what he wants from her. But the evaluation of her by the newcomer- the look of disapproval had annoyed her, and it was compounded by the knowledge that it was fully due to workings in the Ministry changing. Workings that she still wasn’t exactly fully privy to without listening in or poking about…

“The pendejo can die mad, I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you tell me to.”

And even then, she might not listen. But she was certainly less likely to be spiteful towards Copia. He fostered a sense of loyalty from her that she couldn’t help but respect him for drawing out.

“Bien. The only ass we think of is mine, yeah?”

And with that she reached behind herself and pushed his hand further down, cheeky smirk emphasizing her point.

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me: I wanna write more girls kissing

also me: I have to write more women

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new aesthetic, weeeee. I keep adding muses just for a single friend and I ain't ever gonna stop. and I have free time this weekend, so expect me, if Date Everything doesn't take all of it up.

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INDEPENDENT - SEMI-SELECTIVE - MULTIMUSE - HIGH ACTIVITY - 21+ ONLY BEN - 36 - HE/THEY TRANSMASC - JEW...ISH - OBLIVIOUS

Focusing on grief and the nonlinear unending cycles of healing from loss, the horrible depths one will go for the people they love, and the theft of personal autonomy by fate, g-ds, or the g-ds of our youth-- parents.

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HIATUS: bought a house. things are expensive. lots of overtime.

CURRENTLY VIBING: the Dragon Age crew, Darcy

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good morning, varric ☀️