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[mundanemiseries]

New Muse: Elio

Name: Elio Age: 24 (at time of death) Gender: Male (he/him, transmasc) Species: vampire

Born to a family of supernatural hunters, thoughout his life Elio had long grown to see the supernatural world contrary to the family he was born into. For were they not as much a part of our world and reality as anything else? As time passed he grew more and more interested in learning more of the indiviuals that existed outside humanity, entirely planning to go out on his own to become a researcher of the supernatural worlds. Still, his family had managed to rope him into helping out with one final hunt, digging for information on a series of deaths and missing person cases that seemed to point to vampire activity. In hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have caved to his family's request. Maybe it was in retaliation for his digging into vampire buisness, for looking too far and learning too much. But they had found him first, cornered and the next Elio knew, he was alone in an alley by his apartment, skin cold, faintly aware his being human was long gone. He never met the one who turned him, his sire having left before he even reawoke. And he could never return to his family, knowing their principles would leave him dead. Untrusted by most of vampire society due to his connections to hunters in his human life. So he's spent his unlife mainly alone, adjusting and learning to live as what he now was.

[autopsified]

Elio's tag dump

[araneitela]

Character, connections, and verses: (2/2)

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

<<spoilers in this blurb guys!!>>

the 'reunion' of the high cloud quintet wasn't always something that had been weighing on blade's mind- he had seldom remembered the past. being with the stellaron hunters and going on missions directed by elio was a good distraction- what with kafka's words supplying him the numbness he needed to keep his mara in check. still, the person he mentioned needing to see before leaving the luofu was no doubt related to that very past.

when kafka had parted ways with the trailblazer after getting blade's condition back under control, you stood off to the side of the meeting place in the divination commission and watched as he also had a brief conversation with the stellaron-infused being.

in truth, you weren't sure what you were doing here. you had no reason to be and the script elio had prepared was finished, hence why kafka had already left. you should be right behind her, moving to get back to rest up before your next errand. and yet, you stood against the wall with one arm crossed over your chest and the other looking lazily at your phone screen.

the text thread between you, kafka, and silver wolf was mostly kafka announcing her return, silver wolf trying to convince you to come back to help her with some sort of dual hack for some game, and you saying that you would be on your way shortly. by the time you had left the thread and lifted your eyes from the screen to the looming shadow that now stood near you, the trailblazer had vanished, and blade was within your bubble.

"all finished?" you asked plainly, pocketing your phone before pushing off the wall and standing to meet him. his aura was always somewhat intimidating, but you had been around him long enough that it hardly phased you anymore. plus, he was probably exhuasted from the constant flow of mara that had just now been placed under wraps again. not that he would admit it.

"there are other matters." he blandly responds. with a sigh, your hands come up to your midrift and silently prod him for an answer to your silent question. 'am i staying or leaving?' "do as you please," was his reply. as he started off, you shifted your weight to your left and shook your head.

someone had to make sure he made it back, and since kafka had already up and left...

if he found your trailing presence irritating, he made no mention of it as you both found your way towards scalegorge waterscape.

stepping off the small boat that had carried you to the destination, your feet pressed firmly into the sand of the shore. from where you were, you could vaguely see a small group of four already near the statue of imbibitor lunae. your throat felt tight as you glanced over at blade, knowing that this has something to do with him and most probably his past that haunts his body.

without speaking, you move past him to lean against a large enough rock to support your weight comfortably.

"i'll be here when you're finished," you said. your back was towards the center of the land, and beyond it was the parted sea of dragon palace. you had been curious to see such a sight, but you knew now was not the time- and since now wasn't possible, you just swallowed your disappointment because you knew you wouldn't be returning to the luofu to ever try and see it again.

the visage of the calm sea that drifted your small vessel here would have to suffice.

"I won't be long," he tells you back, and whether he means it or not you're unsure. still, it was strange that he even replied to you in the first place- like a reassurance he would be back at all. you heard his boots crunching and shifting the sand as he made his way more inland until you couldn't hear him anymore.

you let out a deep breath before lifting your leg up. you rested your ankle on your opposite knee and set your elbow up so your chin rested in your palm. the breeze was nice at least.

you sat there for a while before you heard a commotion loud enough it made you tempted to go up shore and find out what was happening. blade could handle himself in more ways than one, you knew this fact well. still, the more you heard the more intrigue gathered in your mind. it was the echoing of blades clashing that finally got you to drop both your legs to the sand and start sauntering to where he had started off to before.

when you had finally made it, you slid behind one of the many fracture stone walls and peered around it. the blonde man and two cloud knights you briefly saw earlier had left, but the general had remained. alongside him and blade were two others, a woman with long white hair with a blindfold and the man you recognized as dan heng- one of the nameless that had been on the luofu at the same time as the trailblazer.

of course, you also knew that dan heng as imbibitor lunae with how much of an effect he had on blade before kafka had shut him away in some random building to calm him down.

whatever had happened had already concluded with blade laying on his back on the ground before bursting awake again with a gasp and small cough as he picked himself up. you had half a mind to go to his side and act as his crutch- as much as that would tick him off- but you refrained. it felt... wrong to let yourself be seen with so many people present. people you didn't even know at that.

so, you tucked yourself back behind the wall fully and shut your eyes, waiting until the chatter died. and soon it did. first the woman left, then the general, followed by blade's voice speaking coldly to dan heng. then, finally, silence and the sea.

feeling safer, you allowed yourself to step out into the open and as you suspected, all had cleared out aside from the black-haired man who kept his gaze glued to the eroded statue of a friend long since lost to him.

while he stared off into space, you finally turned your attention to the parted sea you were so interested in. you let a satisfied smile grace your features, as you look on at the beauty of the walls of water and what it had previously enclose in its depths. it truly was a wonderous sight, and you felt a little less guilty for being nosy as you gazed at it.

satisfactory eyes shut before you looked back to blade, seeing if he was done reminiscing... moping? whatever it was he was doing. his gaze had dropped from the statue at some point before you saw and he was now locked onto you. maybe he was waiting for you to finish gawking. you felt unsettled under the gaze of his heavy, crimson eye that wasn't concealed by his hair.

"are you quite finished?" his voice asked you before you cleared your throat.

"don't act like you were waiting on me."

"i was." your head dropped with a sigh. he was the one keeping you waiting! after all it was his mess you had to tag along with him for. was he pinning blame here?

"let's just go," you huff. "i'm sure the general won't be as generous if he sees us roaming around yet another time. kafka is probably already back by now." you turn your back and brush shoulders with the immortal, mara-man before stretching your arms in the arm as you step further away from him.

blade watched you go, getting further from his visage. watching your arms stretch then fall, seeing your shoulders expand then drop with each deep breath you took, yingxing almost felt envious of your life. then, with closed eyes, he reminded himself that you had suffered your own losses and closed the gates to those emotions he had lost.

in truth, he was waiting for you. knowing that you wanted to see the remains of the hidden sea palace even though you never voiced it was easy enough to read. he had been beside you long enough to read you and it helped he was already a fairly good judge of character to begin with. so, he waited for you to get your fill of the sight before finally bringing your attention back to him.

"blade!" you yell with a slight twinge in your voice. he opened his eyes and saw you had stopped walking, not hearing him fall behind you in step and turned around with your arms crossed. "we're leaving sometime soon i hope."

blade said nothing as he finally turned to chase you with his own, long languid steps. somehow, even if his old friends had drifted, died and shunned him for crimes that could never be taken back, being with the stellaron hunters- even if for ulterior motives- felt easier on him.

you especially somehow.

[resolutepath]

i thought you’d be taller. and have a beard. (aventurine to elio -)

"An interesting notion... perhaps a thought for another time..."

Destiny's Slave takes the gambler's words with a wry smile, head turning to lay his gaze upon the other from behind his lenses. While there is a trickle of amusement within the tone, enough to assume there's a tease in words, there is also a habitual rumination, given the idea is very much within his capabilities. There have many different visages he has presented to the Stoneheart after all.

"Your jests are amusing, yet I may indulge you one day."

[apclogue]

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" i too have served as needle to ordinary threads. "

― Machado de Assis, An Apologue.

𝑨𝒚𝒂

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : ayana faraji mwezi . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : june 23 , 1999 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 25 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : dodoma, tanzania . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : yesse & narry mwezi . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis woman . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she + her . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : dark brown . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : dark brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 178cm / 5'10" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : black . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : estp ( the entrepreneur ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual + heteromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : single . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : none . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : swahili, english, french . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : princess of tanzania . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : mba in journalism from the univesity of paris .

𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : barbara isabel catarina di savoia e bragança . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : april 25 , 1989 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 35 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : lisbon, portugal . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : henrique de bragança & catarina di savoia . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : gabriel ( 30 ), ariel ( 30 ) & fernando ( 20 ) . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis woman . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she + her . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : blue . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : blonde . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 168cm / 5'6" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : caucasian . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : entj ( the commander ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual + heteromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : married . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : elio ( 5 ) & alessandra ( 3 ) . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : portuguese, italian, english, spanish , french , romanian . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : crown princess of portugal, duchess of bragança, princess of italy, duchess of salerno . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : phd in political science and economics from the university of milan .

𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒅

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : bernard hugh alderidge . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : march 2 , 1984 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 40 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : london, england . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : beatrice alderidge & bradford thornbury . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : barron ( 35 ) , benedict ( 30 ) & brooke ( 25 ) . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis man . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : he + him . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : blue . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : dark brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 185cm / 6'1" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : caucasian . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : esfp ( the entertainer ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual + heteromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : single . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : none . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : english, spanish , french . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : board member ( chair of the board ) at comoedia corp . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : ba in business, mba in analytics and management at london business school .

𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : céline anaëlle vergès . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : june 21 , 1994 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 30 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : paris, france . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : claude & vivienne vergès . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : verity ( 37 ) . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis woman . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she + her . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : green . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 178cm / 5'10" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : caucasian . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : infj ( the advocate ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : bisexual + biromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: engaged . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : none . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : french, english, german . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : board member at criterion . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : economics and management ba & global business mba at saïd business school .

𝑫𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒂

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : dahlia nowak . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : december 2 , 1990 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 34 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : warsaw, poland . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : filip & lena nowak . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : lily ( 28 ) . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis woman . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she + her . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : green . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 157cm / 5'2" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : mixed . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : intj ( the architect ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : bisexual + biromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : single . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : none . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : polish, german, english, . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : pr manager . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : mba in branding and public relations from the university of berlin .

𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : elias fabian bachmann . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : august 14 , 1993 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 31 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : bern, switzerland . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : conrad & joelle bachmann . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : elijah ( 35 ) . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis man . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : he + him . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : blue . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 191cm / 6'2" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : black . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : esfj ( the consul ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual + heteromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: single . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : none . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : english, german, dutch . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : pastry chef & business owner . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : mba in culinary business management from the culinary arts academy of switzerland .

𝑰𝒍𝒊𝒋𝒂

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : ilija mateo filipović . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : october 11 , 1996 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 28 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : zagreb, croatia . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : david & ivana filipović . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : iris ( 35 ) & irena ( 32 ) . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis man . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : he + him . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : blue . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 182cm / 6 ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : caucasian . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : enfp ( the campaigner ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual + heteromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: single . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : none . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : croatian, english, serbian . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : crown prince of croatia . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : mba in business management from stanford university .

𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : sebastian valencia jimenez . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : may 5th , 1990 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 34 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : medellín, colombia . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : diego jimenez & maria valencia . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis man . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : he + him . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : brown . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 175cm / 5'9" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : indigenous colombian . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : estj ( the executive ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual + heteromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: single . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : camilo ( 6 ) . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : spanish, english . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : cfo at app-h . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : high school degree in some public school of london idfk .

𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒊

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : sergi oriol d'aragó . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : march 28 , 1982 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 42 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : barcelona, catalonia . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : lluc & montserrat d'aragó . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis man . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : he + him . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : blue . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 183cm / 6 ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : caucasian . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 : entp ( the debater ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual + heteromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: married . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : manel ( 4 ), malena ( 2 ) . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : catalan, castillian, english, french . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : king of catalonia . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : mba in political science from the university of barcelona .

𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒋𝒆

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : silje alexandra sønderburg . 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 : june 13 , 1994 . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 30 . 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 / 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 : oslo, norway . 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : lars sønderburg & kirsten hohenzollern . 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : kristoffer ( 38 ) . 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis woman . 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she + her . 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 : blue . 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 : brown . 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : 179cm / 5'11" ft . 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 : caucasian . 𝐦𝐛𝐭𝐢 istj ( the logistician ) . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : bisexual + biromantic . 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: single . 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 : none . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : norwegian, dutch, swedish, english . 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : princess of norway . 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 : studying astrophysics at the university of oslo .

[raytm]

"You have questions you wish to ask..." It says nothing as to its identity but with how confidently one approaches and speaks there are few who could fit the description. "Until now you have only met those who work with me to defy the Ruin Author." Seat taken beside the awakened one, Elio turns their head to look upon Caelus, to see the vessel of the Stellaron. The defier of destiny's pen. "I have some time..." Lips curl beneath sunglasses, the nondescript vessel someone who might easily be forgotten after the meeting. (Elio to Caelus)

With each new encounter Caelus felt his world expanding, with a past so shrouded in unknowns was it not inevitable that he too would be full of unanswered questions. Their brushes with the Stellaron Hunters could only lead to further conjecture, grasping at straws when it came to Kafka’s enigmatic divulgences and Blade whose penetrating gaze felt both strangely familiar and teeming with ire. As much as Caelus cherished his friends on the express, their journey was one that was always destined to be shared, not even the profound depths of the archives could offer him solace.

Their company’s visage was not the sort to be remembered distinctly and yet, he could not free himself from the feeling that the air between them was dense and charged.

“ I do.” because when it came to the tumultuous unknown those who held the answers were not those closest to him, his truths inextricable with the ambitions of the hunters. His steady gaze remains on the other, searching for answers between both what was spoken and that which was not. Slowly, he nods, as if in consensus that no other could answer those plaguing questions. “ But you already know what I’m going to ask, don’t you ?” 

[zhushi-moved]

@vidyadawn  :

It's  a  strange,  quiet  moment  between  them,  so  unlike  their  previous  encounters  but  even  now  Dan  Heng  can't  shake  the  deep-seated  unease  this  man's  presence  instills  in  him.  His  arms  are  crossed,  his  posture  tense  but  his  voice  is  calm  when  he  speaks.  "I'm  not  the  man  who  broke  his  people's  trust  and  sealed  your  fate.  I  may  look  like  him  and  he  may  be  my  past,  but  I  am  not  him.  Just  as.."  for  a  moment,  Dan  Heng  hesitates,  "just  as  you  are  not  who  you  once  were."  He  pauses,  takes  a  quiet  breath.  "I  won't  run  from  you  or  the  burden  of  his  crimes  -  but  I  have  one  question.  What  will  my  death  solve;  now  or  in  whatever  future  Destiny's  Slave  envisions?  Don't  misunderstand  this  as  me  pleading  for  my  life..  but  will  taking  your  vengeance  on  me  bring  you  what  you  want?  Imbibitor  Lunae's  life  ended  a  long  time  ago.  You're  chasing  a  ghost."

there  is  a  mixture  of  emotions  within  him,  a  chaotic  storm  that  wants  to  break  free.  with  a  deep  breath,  he  swallows  back  the  tide,  forcing  himself  to  look  away  from  the  familiar  visage.  the  current  peace  between  them  exists  for  one  reason  only.  elio  requires  dan  heng  to  be  alive.  he  is  a  crucial  puzzle  piece  that  cannot  simply  be  thrown  away,  much  to  rèn's  dismay.  to  reach  his  own  end,  the  swordsman  has  agreed  to  a  temporary  truce.

"  you  continue  this  farce,  even  as  you  look  upon  me,  face  to  face,  like  this  ?  it's  pathetic,  and  insulting. "  venom  spews  from  the  hunter's  lips.  "  how  embarrassing  for  someone  who  once  held  my  respect.  make  no  mistake,  whilst  you  may  not  walk  around  with  your  horns,  you  cannot  fool  me  as  you  have  everyone  else,  imbibitor  lunae.  "

bandaged  arms  fold  over  his  chest.  he  stares  ahead,  momentarily  silent,  as  he  thinks  about  the  inquiry.  "  ..  this  HELLSCAPE  will  only  end  for  me  when  it  has  first  ended  for  you.  we  are  attached  to  one  another,  whether  you  want  to  admit  it,  or  not.  it  has  been  that  way  since  that  fateful  day.  your  death  will  bring  about  my  own,  and  when  it  finally  occurs,  my  much  sought  after  relief  will  wash  over  me,  cleansing  me  of  my  sins.  "

exhaustion  seeps  into  his  expression;  the  lack  of  sleep  catching  up  to  him,  now  that  he  has  had  a  moment  of  stagnation.  "  ..  i  do  not  understand  why  you  do  not  look  forward  to  the  curtains  closing  for  the  final  time.  to  be  given  rest  after  it  being  unattainable  for  so  many  years.  aren't  you  tired  ?  "

[rcgalities]

𝐫𝐜𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. dependent mumu blog for @isleofglass, as loved by nea.

Dharya Yrsaottir. 85. lady of norõri. monster slayer in training.

| intro | biography | visage | isms | interactions | connections |

Mareika Yarwood. 125. lady of suõri. alchemist.

| intro | biography | visage | isms | interactions | connections |

Elios Mithnar. 31. duke of posei. scholar.

| intro | biography | visage | isms | interactions | connections |

[mundanemiseries]

// i just need y'all to look at Elio for a sec ty <3

[auburniivenus]

❝  ...  ❞  was  this  all  some  elaborate  joke  put  `pon  him  by  elio  himself  or  maybe  he  was  just  that  unlucky.  lady  luck  was  never  really  on  his  side  to  begin  with.  a  rough  sigh  escaped  his  lips  as  a  dark  SHADOW  seemingly  washed  over  his  visage.

his  jaw  tightened,  burning  crimson  orbs  scanning  around  the  playground  which  was  being  quickly  abandoned  by  a  horde  of  crying  children. hostile  takeover  successful…

❝  explain  to  me  why  you  decided  to  pick  this  place  to  patrol  the  perimeter.  ❞  he  stood  idle  at  the  swings  as  his  tired  cold  gaze  swept  back,  refocusing  on  ORIHIME. @vancreux

LAUGHTER   ONCE   REVERBERATED,   AND   INFECTIOUS   RAPTURE   ECHOED   THROUGH   THE   AIR.    They   marched   amidst   the   now-forsaken   playground.   The   spirit   of   yesteryear   appeared   to   abide   forlornly   in   the   sullen   ambience,   like   a   barely   discernible   veil   of   mist   shrouding   once-vibrant   memories.   Antiquated   structures   uttered   sorrowful   stories   to   them—tales   of   children's   galloping   feet   traversing   the   earth,   giddy   shouts   piercing   the   heavenly   realm   like   the   trills   of   celestial   songbirds.   As   they   wandered   upon   fractured   asphalt   and   disheveled   grass,   shadows   lingered   at   their   heels—haunting   specters.   Orihime   paused   near   a   rust-laden   swing.   “I   thought   we   could   have   a   little   bit   of   entertainment   while   collaborating.   This   is   supposed   to   be   abandoned,   but   it   seems   it   is   not.   Something   is   here.”

[usagisbanexd]

+ SUPER SOLDIER SAILOR STARS #13 * _) _) >>C===3 :-* Kawaii Slash Lovers Collide Cosmic Paradise // Sailor Moon/Pokémon/Potterverse Altfic Crossover, CHAPTER 1.0.013

1.0.003 XTENZE

In the far-off distant lullaby of a mind’s brave eye, a prince sleeps watching, taking his turn, taking form, his wife’s arms trembling, he loves you, baby, but he’s got to be free, and she loves him and she’s frying, literally frying, and this is hard to type, and in Crystal Tokyo we just think what we type, but everyone who wants one gets a new computer for Christmas. And that’s Mamo in a Santa outfit, Mamo in a beard, and a boy named Nick is going to marry me someday, and it's really Steve, the Emperor, the man I met on the internet, and I Shingo Sailorsun rainbow-hued tight-gutted am sweating buckets beneath my fuku, hating fat people. And if it happened to Rob Kardashian, it could happen to anyone, so let’s talk to him. Rob, say hi.

            He’s shy, he thinks, and Shingo’s afraid to communicate. Shingo with the golden hair, Shingo with the waxen visage, Shingo the pervert, Shingo the euphemist, Shingo the intergalactic, Shingo the Barbie doll without a Ken. And whose fault was that? Not Shingo’s, so what’s your point? He told you to bring your GI Joe, said we’d get married under the sunlight, and Elios asleep in Chibiusa’s arms, Elios the god, Elios the mortal man, Elios Ami’s bane, Elios the eternal romantic. Elios the sleep. I have to wake him up.

            Shingo, says the sleeping tyrant, Chthulhu in the rolling deep, becoming a head from the mist that configures. Baby, just write to me, says Shingo, and I’ll suss it out. I hate when the robots give me breasts, says Shingo. Clad me in iron. Charge it to your card. You gave me the best orgasm in your life from your couch while I sat in a tower in Obliterate Concrete Tokyo, all the way on the other side of the planet, hiding from my sister. And what would Hermione think? I wish I knew, but talking to the real person is different from roleplaying, and I always roleplay Hermione in my head, lucky girl, she gets the boy, the one who smells like sandalwood, and she’s typing furiously from her Muggle computer in the basement of a cramped compartment of Crystal Tokyo, a subterranean apartment, a crumpled tomb, and she’s the first and only to crack the code, first Magical Person to transcend the sound barrier and alight on a new reality independent of Wizardingkind. And what does that mean for us, the robots, denizens of Crystal Tokyo? Ami will find out.

            Hi, says Hermione, trying it out. She’s not Japanese. Not even LGBTQ++. Not going there. Wizards just say weird. Do we? Yeah. Justin didn’t know he was weird and it afforded him precious currency. That was the problem. What are Justin’s pronouns? Muggle question. How do I refer to her? She’ll tell me. She went to Eton. I’m writing him an e-mail in French to tell him I love him. How perfect that Justin is friends with Hermione, how beautiful we are for seeing this, how majestic the form of Crystal Tokyo, glittering without kings in the distant.

            Viktor will meet me in Tokyo. He sends an old letter, his new owl bearing it across the sea. And pink-haired Gabrielle Delacour makes off with a rose, her fair Ganymede, her little penis thrust up from the waistline of her panties, her Veela’s voice, her Veela’s eye, the shining Veela sister of the shining Veela champion. And she’d never thought she’d die. That was her sister’s muse. Angel-faced. And she went to Hogwarts in her head. At least in Beauxbatons, we had cigarettes. They had the music. Hogs. And the journals. But what did they call them? Dead. Disney movies are coming out. She smokes in the back of the theater, Grandmama Veela de Lancret, damning the projector. It looks like a mist. Where’s my Amélie? I’ve yet to see that movie.

            The thing about talking to Steve, thinks Shingo, his flaccid penis in his head, porn on the projector, a long air of smoke hanging constellations above them like webs at a Michigan film festival. We called that Halloween, celebrated its birthday, gave smoke to the ancestors in the form of cigarettes, and I did my share of time as Ron Weasley, always thinking nothing from a big giant fruit basket, waiting for Hermione to come around. But now I’ve got a boy who says he’s Ron Weasley, says I can be anything I want, and if the fuku’s too tight he’ll buy me a new one, sailor-stitched, but Usagi says he isn’t there, she’s scoured all of Crystal Tokyo looking for him and he’s nowhere to be found, my tuxedoed torpedo, my miraculous man, the owner of my progeny, no. Think. Why that? The earth should stop growing. And I’m on a reconnaissance mission in the south of France waiting for Tokyo, breathing Hermione, and in her eyes lifts a fog’s deep, and I think thinking purposefully creates a punch, and she thinks it's cumbersome, and I could go a mile a minute if only the stupid Esquimaux hadn’t broken my laptop, my five thousand dollar laptop, and that’s the last time I date a boreal wind who doesn’t sweep me off my feet.

            Ami-chan, baby, blue-haired beauty, tell me your dating secrets. When did you last lose your heart and never care to ransom it back?

            Meanwhile, back at the lair, Makoto seizes a flower and trails it against her limb, pulling it by its own marionette strings, whispering to Vegas, feeling Ganymede pull tides from semina, pull semina, boys can pull semina, and Shingo yawns and eats more popcorn. What becomes of Ami? Why is Hermione better at this?

            Emma Watson is beautiful, says Hermione, looking into her compact.

            “Yeah,” says Ron, shrug-smiling, something is gay, something he learned from Harry’s bed, and inside her guts churn and she leaps to think ahead of the cats who chase the frog from the balcony into the southern air and swims like flies down the stream, over traffic, on the balcony of Grimmauld Place, the first American summer of her life, when Ron brought that French movie back from Africa and said love was a Muggle secret. And Harry watched it, saying nothing like always, and Ron was nervous, looked unsure of himself, and why? And who am I when they’re left to their own devices? And where is Justin to ask them for me? And why am I crying? Why is she more beautiful than me? I’m Googling Emma Watson ugly, I’m googling Emma Watson ugly, I’m a terrible person and Shingo is wagging a finger at me. Better than Googling Emma Watson perfect ass, but that’s how you find out what the boy on the upper half of the screen is up to. Thou teachest like a fool, says Venus, goddess Venus, projector Venus, tears in her eyes, a flying carpet under the copse of her ass, bonetide, the way to lose him.

            “Is there ever a reason to speak?” says Shingo, wondering why. This is autofiction. Autoerotica, stupid. Automutilation. Let’s all get together and save the world. It feels like flying.

            We do it through fiction, says Ami through Hermione’s voice, both the best of friends, and Hermione’s calling Ginny on the Batphone, something Ginny calls her cellular, and she throws it at the wall because it’s an old Muggle secret for getting better service. And Ginny can do that, that’s her purpose, making Muggle secrets, and all because her brother’s an ugly redhead. And why did I marry her brother? Now all she wants to talk to me about is sex. And I know he’s calling her all the time, asking. And he’s innocent, I’m a harpy, but would if I could call Viktor. Would fly. Too much Shakespeare. And Viktor writes, too. Viktor’s a Bulgarian New Waveist. Novelist in training. I'm on methamphetamine. I'm alive in Crystal Tokyo high on a Nazi war drug. Viktor’s a football star. Viktor’s face is a cripple who believes in cripples, Shingo says, finger-pointing, let’s all go have a cheeseburger. Fin deluxe. End chapter.

            Hermione thinks loudly, she always has, damning the world with faint praise. Justin needs a typist, he’s impoverished, he set out to be a Muggle novelist, and look where it took him. To hell. The pictures don’t move, that’s the problem, if the pictures moved everybody would be reading. He’s a detective in a yellow trench coat, and his keyboard is broken, and so is Shingo’s, and they’re learning how to type through dearth, and it’s hard not to have the Apple of your dreams, but get a Mac, and Hermione knows journals are superior because hers has a lock on it, a little green lock the apple of her eye, and together they type easily but she still misses the days when words flew between them a mile a minute, and Justin took off on his diary all the way home, thinking no one read it, but everyone read it, and she’s condescending him again, and she does that not to bicker, but she was better when they bickered, and he lost her friendship when she stopped fighting him, stopped telling him he was wrong, and she had to do that, they were radicalized by house elves, and she knows that, and wishes they were eleven again, but they were best friends in fourth year when he kindly told her the spell to fix her bucked teeth. He was jealous of her bucked teeth because boys like bucked teeth, so he told her to fix them. To envision them, he said precisely, threatening nasal. And I still fix them every day because I wish them back when I'm dreaming. And there's a man out there who'll find that charming, a handsome Japanese businessman in a tuxedo. The only man in Crystal Tokyo, home of Muggle gods. And this sucks but it’s all part of being a hacker, Justin thinks, banging the keyboard. Banging his broken WSAD keys. Why did I become addicted to BSSM Online? And I’m an American wizard from Paris who's also addicted to BSSM Online. No one plays anymore. My real name is Star, I'm that precious. I think I’m giving birth to Utopia. Sailorutopia. I have a functioning uterus in my dick. Yeah. Where do I phone to get an abortion?

            Me, says Shingo, thinking computer. Rainwater. Strawberry. Placenta. I run a hotline now for underprivileged gay men. They call me to tell me how happy they are. Would Hermione approve? Would Justin? And where’s the emperor? Batquestions, Batsolutions. Wow. Whap. Boom. Together we make new. And Satoshi’s eye on the ball of the sun coming toward him. Computers are for trading monsters. Computers eat the monsters. Where do the monsters go? How do they get there? Oak in all his crooked wisdom knows the answer, says he knows the answer, thinks clearly in concise language, it’s okay, he’s doing it, he just has to slow down a little, and that’s how Laprys disappears.

            And Shigeru is peeing himself for the wrong reason. Shigeru the rapist. Shigeru the terrorizer. And in Brock’s arms no one hurts me. And Brock would fix my computer. And dark make-up looks good on beautiful girls, Kasumi’s sister should wear dark make-up. It’ll match her torpedo tits, her gorgeous swan-like torpedo tits, and would that I had that body we’d put down our Poké Balls and assume positions left for fighting nothings, never fighting to the fruition of unfighting's end's meet. Assume monster, assume beast, double-backed, and we’d all get married to one another in a bacchanal, Julia presiding. I’m grown tired. says Julia, ticker-taped by time. My name: Satoshi. Ash is waking. And for the record, yeah, that, Gary never laid a finger on my eye. He only came in it. Gary the leper. Gary the fink. And Hermione’s a screengrab on HBO Plus, that streaming service from the future Ditto uses to surf the web, I’ve seen her through the ambria, through a glass half-darkly, and she mains a Clefairy with limbs akimbo spraying over a song like nightmare. Or she mains a Pika. My baby. My Pika. Not your Pika. My life. Pika pi. My life. Why is Endymion Satoshi? Find out tomorrow. Misty rolls over, gumming the works, feigning sleep. Together they drop the bomb. This is what happens when they drop the bomb. Mina pulls the lever. Aplomb.

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Based off of a scene in Gravity Falls

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tag drop pt. 206

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