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❛ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 from the very pinnacle of comfort, it seems to me that poverty is an eyeglass through which one may see his true friends. ❜ / @unfaeyh / sc.
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𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 ⇢ @unfaeyh
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❛ your protection is based on the fact that people are scared of you. ❜ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
That was so... simpleminded it was nearly enough to put her to sleep. Who were these people he even referred to? Most of HUMANITY didn’t even know she existed — sure, some of them might fear the concept of the Devil, of Hell, and everything in between. But that didn’t protect her at all. If he meant demons, well... some of them probably were. But all of them were too WEAK to lay a hand on her, even if they joined forces.
“I think my protection is based on the fact that I’m a god,” she responded, quirking a brow. “I don’t need anything else.”
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The Sword and the Stone Starter Meme | accepting
"Knowledge, wisdom, thats the real power." // for tailtiu @unfaeyh
“And is that what you have come here seeking, Prince Nuada?” She and her sister were understandably wary of Balor’s children. True they were just as much children of Danu as they and all the other gods of the Keltoi. But the court of Avalon had always favored the more subtle arts.
They were not conquerors, the island was populated by scholarly minded Druids. Ambrosius Aurelius and his short dynasty had been the only time they had meddled directly in human affairs. And all they had to show for that were Ambrosius Aurelius’ body preserved by the cauldron of Annwn and Arthur Pendraig serving as their reluctant champion.
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& * º.゜ starter call : @unfaeyh .
❝ i don’t claim to know everything about your ways . ❞ he leans over his thighs , elbows propped comfortably over his knees , lips pursed . on the seat right next to him , so close that it touches his side , is his trident . his has his head lifted to look the light-haired man in the eyes . ❝ but i do claim to know the difficulty of managing more than one … people . i won’t be written off like some stranger . i’m not here to give you trouble . unless that’s what you want . ❞
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"No grave can hold my body down."
Sentence starters || ACCEPTING.
“As it should be.”
So much to be done. No time for such a thing as death.
Buried and forsaken, as though the Earth would ever want Nuada back in such a manner. Ornstein did wonder what these humans were thinking, what sort of delusion plagued them — as to harbour the certainty that their feeble weapons could kill the divine.
And yet…. he was one himself, wasn’t he? A human. No. Not really. Only half. Less even than that. His humanity died day by day, poisoned by the resolve to end this war.
“Well, nap time is over,” he dared to jest, offering a hand to Nuada, as well as a candid smile. Such sympathy could’ve seemed out of place, even eerie, given the long trail of corpses and carnage left in his wake.
To give life, and take it away… such was his own heritage.
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@unfaeyh//ᴛᴀʀᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ-ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴇꜱꜱᴇʟꜱ
One of the benefits of immortality was being granted witness to historic events. Sonja remembered the war between the Bethmoora Clan and humans, and the Golden Army. The tale had quickly become legend, but she knew that the Elves were as real as any of the vampires in the Castle Corvinus coven. They had not joined either side, too occupied at the time in their own war against the Children of William. A shame, the golden army might have helped cut down the wolves and the deathdealer army would have easily defeated much of the human armies.
Perhaps then both vampires, lycans, the elves, and supernaturals alike wouldn’t be forced to live in hiding or underground as humans spread faster than the scourge of William ever had.
Sonja knew exactly who the elf prince standing before her was, even if they’d never been formally introduced before. Why he was here, she couldn’t guess. Still she stood her ground calmly at the coven gates, she’d defend her home and coven from anyone that could prove a threat--even if she did privately agree with much of Nuada’s thoughts on humanity.
“Prince Nuada...what brings you to Castle Corvinus? Should we expect a declaration of war, or a guest from you?”
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@unfaeyh
Ankur cannot remember when he began walking and he is scarcely aware of how far he has travelled, his head too like honey- heavy and sticky and obfuscating- for him to realize how deeply he has wandered (and how easily). Thick as it is, the strange forest seems to part before him, inviting him further and further into its almost familiar embrace. The looming branches above him twisted like those of sacred figs, tendrils of fog weaving through night air, the eyes of something ancient watching wherever moonlight breaks through leaves; even the eerie whispers around him sound like the murmuring of yakshas. He is a stranger here, certainly, but for the moment, he forgets how far he is from home.
He also cannot remember finding the pond, and does not register the wet mud he kneels in as he lowers himself before it, transfixed by its perfectly still water, dark despite the moonlight in this small clearing. Something within it calls to him, the faint glow of his own eyes in the night blinking back at him, almost beckoning too. Slow, outstretched fingers reach forward and hover over the pond, its surface rippling softly in anticipation of--
He tenses, head snapping back to attention, eyes narrowing as he carefully scans his surroundings, unsure of what he heard. The dense trees around him mean he is unable to see much either, and a wave of cold floods through him as he becomes aware of his surroundings, of how decidedly alien this forest is to him. The water before him suddenly looks cruel in its beauty, its call more like the overwhelming urge to jump at a cliff’s edge than the alluring scent of ripe fruit. Something like disgust (or perhaps fear) rises in his stomach, and he stands slowly, fingers curled like claws as he turns to look behind him. Something-- no, someone is nearby, he’s sure, and watching him. He relaxes slightly; a person, magical or not, is decidedly less frightening than whatever ancient magic called him into this forest. And his experience calms him too-- for what entities take human form, except to speak, to appease human fears? The west might be different in that too, but he decides to take the risk.
“I am not your enemy,” he tries in careful English (he is in Europe, he remembers hazily-- somewhere in the Isles), tone meaasured and calm. He shows his open palms, head swaying slightly side to side. “You can show yourself, I will not try to harm you.”
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DIR EN GREY starters ! ✿ accepting.
@unfaeyh has whispered: ❝ I am alone. ❞
A SPECTRUM OF RED PIGMENTS, with neither blacks or whites in the extremities: her mother tongue does not speak in kindness as much as it does not speak in hatred, for it is a language birthed and then sired by all those emotions in-between that burn bright and devour everything. This is why Ahri is genuinely foreign to the raw concept of compassion and is, instead, solely capable of feigning it through gentle touches and honeyed nothings ─── His words, however, do not fall ‘pon deafened ears and thus incite her to emphasize with him, with the perennial cold within his ribcage, with the awareness of being vacant and fragmentary and thoroughly LOVELESS. If they are both victims to LONELINESS, then would it be really that wrong to outstretch her hand towards him ?
❝ Neither the first or the last, solitude is a curse that was bestowed ‘pon many of us. ❞ Her voice is dulcet, mayhap even more than she has originally intended ; tentative steps forward are thus leisurely taken whilst her nine fur-coated appendages remain dull and motionless, partially recoiled all around her petite silhouette. ❝ If you’d like, you could remain here for a while. ❞
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@unfaeyh prompted ❛ do you understand what it means to be human. ❜ + liz
LADY GREY: IN EVERY LOWER LIGHT SENTENCE STARTERS. / 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 !
𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 , in the way that resignation has colored her bones like dull myrrh , the way that she knows she will ignite again. the way she knows the sun will rise again in the east. she understands he is dangerous , the way she understands all things can be if given incentive. and hasn’t he been handed a reason , some righteous cause on a platter ? hasn’t he earned his revenge ? she thinks about that a lot , the meaning of right and the meaning of just , she thinks about herself locked up tight behind white walls and the snap of rubber bands. she thinks , looking at the anger in his eyes , the tightly coiled leash of his rage that mad dogs have their reasons too. YOU KEEP USING THAT WORD : i don’t think it means what you think it means , and her lips kip upward , lopsided and imperfect , so very human. “ yeah. i do. but somehow i feel like our definitions differ. “ mind trails over red and blue , the two men of her life and she wonders how surprised people would be to find that of the three she feels the least human.
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“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 do not hurt me so ; it is that i will die being painted by the stain of hatred as something that i am not. a lack of liberty and the most basic commodities of respect: that is the greatest pain a prisoner may have. ”
@unfaeyh liked for a starter.
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"Think im owed a happy day. Just one."
“i can relate to that.” she nods along. “want to make a club? the give us a happy day club?”
@unfaeyh / inbox clear out
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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 : — with : @unfaeyh
FINGERS TAP A FAMILIAR tune on the surface before him , impatience clear in the way he moves , never was he good at waiting , preferring action over all . ❝ this part is shit . ❞
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Im currently revamping my kushiel blog into a low activity multi. Idk how many of you will recognize these names, but heres who'll be on it:
Rhuunkyr, oc (xaith)
Vaethys, oc (xaith)
Solas, canon divergent (dreadgod)
Talos, tes (mantling)
Ulvanna, my db, tes (shezzarin)
Kushiel, book of enoch (punishyr)
Nuada, dc (unfaeyh)
Cadmus, oc (felsun)
Moraiwe, oc (no prev blog)
Tehru, oc (no prev blog)
THE URL IS @pooratlas
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"There is a part of me thats unfamiliar to myself... and i keep finding myself there."
Sentence Starters || accepting.
“I find myself having the same experience — a predicament, perhaps — again and again,” he admitted without missing a beat. Nor lowering his guard.
Unlike the golden Prince’s countenance, of Elven upbringing, his own appearance barely betrayed any inhuman traits. Only the harmonious symmetry of his features, the bright red of his hair, could ever seem somewhat off to a most keen observer.
However, there was no hiding the exuberant strength of his spirit — not to a creature of a similar ilk.
“Yet we are alive, aren’t we?” A simple truth, as well as the greatest of complexities. “Life is dynamic… always, until death takes its place.”
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Hello all !! I am sura [ genderfluid (she / they) , 22 , us central time ] . enter , loki of asgard . I will be taking influences from my own shit , thor , thor 2 , & thor : dark world . HEAVY MYTH INFLUENCES . light comic influences .
Notes :
Loki is masc leaning intersex
The whole fem loki thing ?? A ploy to manipulate & torment the people of asgard . he's not fem leaning or genderfluid . just a shapeshifting , deceptive ass .
no children of loki, ocs or canons , will be recognized w / o heavy plotting .
I think how Loki's been fetishized is beyond gross . keep it & ooc thirst away from me
Loki is a god above all else . He can be summoned . He is worshipped . He has human followers . Use this as you will .
Loki is grey moral at best . No justifying his actions here pls i beg of you . Especially if we are talking comics .
Im also on @unfaeyh , @postmort , @gaiama .
More tba .
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