#goetiya

[eterxeo]

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ ( from geto !

━━━━━   detentions   drag   his   whirlwind   thoughts   a   bit   too   close   to   home   .   a   melancholy   shrouded   classroom   that   dulled   the   bright   of   the   sun   &   muffled   the   sound   of   the   outside   .   compounded   layers   of   dust   that   had   long   since   settled   on   the   top   of   the   wooden   desks   proved   to   be   more   interesting   than   whatever   useless   information   poured   from   the   lecturer   .   satoru   isn’t   paying   attention   &   it   must   show   ,   because   the   door   creaks   open   &   slams   shut   hastily   :   a   trail   of   frustration   drags   behind   the   quickly   fading   footsteps   .   he   knows   he   is   difficult   to   deal   with   .   he   also   knows   shunning   him   from   freedom   ,   even   temporarily   ,   is   a   cruelty   .   people   seemed   a   little   too   at   ease   with   his   pattern   of   isolation   .

their   punishments   only   make   him   restless   ,   which   in   turn   makes   him   more   troublesome   .   their   solutions   were   counterproductive   at   best   &   at   worst   ,   detrimental   to   their   cause   .   he’d   never   been   very   good   at   taking   direction   from   others   .

he   pulls   air   into   his   lungs   ,   a   slow   inhale   &   hates   the   way   the   air   is   stale   &   dry   .   it   almost   tastes   of   salt   &   there   is   a   flicker   of   regret   that   he’d   forgotten   to   pack   sweets   to   carry   with   him   today   .   even   he   cannot   tell   the   future   &   he   hadn’t   expected   to   be   stuck   here   when   the   school   day   had   come   to   an   end   .   his   nose   wrinkles   slightly   in   his   distaste   &   he   exhales   on   an   irritated   huff   ,   turning   cheek   to   palm   to   rest   his   head   in   his   hands   .

the   door   opens   again   .   if   it   was   anyone   but   satoru   the   sound   would   be   missed   ,   but   his   senses   rarely   fail   him   .   there   is   the   faintest   shift   of   weight   to   the   floor   ,   a   hint   of   shampoo   .   annoyance   blooms   somewhere   deep   in   his   chest   &   he   scoffs   ,   rolls   his   eyes   .   ❛   don’t   you   have   better   things   to   do   than   follow   me   around   ,   geto   ?   leave   or   we’ll   both   be   stuck   here   &   i’d   rather   my   head   explode   than   suffer   in   this   stupid   room   with   you   in   it   .   ❜

the   pout   is   in   his   voice   ,   clear   even   when   he   turns   his   head   away   stubbornly   &   focuses   his   glare   on   the   shuttered   windows   .   how   stupid   ,   to   take   the   blame   for   their   earlier   fight   .   he   could   recall   the   moment   as   clear   as   if   it   were   happening   in   the   present   &   still   couldn’t   conjure   up   what   the   hell   he’d   been   thinking   .   of   all   students   ,   he   was   a   handful   &   so   he’d   plead   guilty   &   not   one   person   had   batted   an   eye   .   his   comfort   comes   in   the   swollen   bruise   beneath   his   classmate’s   eye   .   he’d   lock   that   to   memory   .

❛   i   was   wrong   about   you   .   ❜ : @goetiya

he   stills   ,   momentary   quiet   fills   the   barren   space   &   eventually   he   simply   offers   a   shake   of   his   head   ,   tinted   glasses   buried   under   a   mess   of   white   hair   threatening   to   tip   off   their   balance   .   ❛   shut   up   .   people   shouldn’t   say   things   they   don’t   mean   .   it’s   confusing   .   just   leave   me   alone   so   i   can   get   this   over   with   in   peace   .   ❜

suguru   geto   had   been   just   as   surprised   as   he   ,   when   they’d   stood   before   their   principal   bruised   &   bloodied   -   &   it   had   been   satoru   to   chirp   up   to   say   he’d   started   it   .   he’d   thrown   the   other   man   under   the   bus   more   times   than   he   could   count   already   ,   it’s   hard   to   pinpoint   what   had   changed   .   he   didn’t   have   an   answer   for   why   he   did   it   .   impulse   ,   most   likely   .   he’d   always   been   reckless   ,   action   before   consideration   .   he’d   also   always   been   selfish   .   himself   before   others   .

nothing   made   sense   .   he’d   let   someone   else   crawl   under   his   skin   &   twist   his   thoughts   .   stupid   .

❛   people   shouldn’t   say   things   they   don’t   mean   .   ❜   he   repeats   ,   agitated   &   drumming   fingers   against   the   side   of   his   cheek   .

the   door   closes   for   a   second   time   .   the   classroom   feels   even   emptier   than   it   had   when   he’d   first   gotten   there   &   now   there   is   the   faint   scent   of   geto’s   shampoo   .   how   annoying   .

[misroberts]

ashen offers their neck to vampire abigail

her breath sails between her throat and nose, too tired to be forced out. she pulled the heavy woolen coat closer around herself instinctively, protecting a heart long extinguished. even though she doesn't feel like it, a glimmer of a smile does form on the fair face made lopsided when her head favors one side, “ what a straange way you got about you. ” stretching the word in the swell of her lip. adding emphasis to disguise where her voice fails because their tenderness gouges the insides of her breast. to a dull ear it comes as nothing other than a simple observation of the others proposal and observations were habitual with miss roberts no matter the gnawing circumstance. no matter how plain the bruises.

attention is paid to the braided tresses swept back behind the collared nape and then to the beautifully carved features of the face above, then finally, to their cresting chest. they rise, from the dry dirt and dust what remains of it off their palms. slowly, she stalks her way to where ashen's shadow splits off towards the trees. looking like a widow marching, eyes downcast with black lashes glowing from the fire beside them until it was all consumed by the hungry maw of negative space.

she'll always be earnest in the dark. they press their nose and cheek to the warm, pale skin of ashen's neck. still nursing a puncture wound from before. lids shutter their eyes from it. “ don't do that .. ”, the gloom while able to hide the sheen of sweat on her brow, can't hide how feverish her temperatures have become, “ i ain't — ” an exhale carrying her signature reluctance when she was about to say more than she was willing, “ it's not desperate yet. i'll be alright. ”

[edenfelled]

‘ finally , i plead guilty of adoring you . ’ ( carmilla @ lenore

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐓, the last of her aged merlot a lazy vortex in the centre of the glass. It was the last of most things, really — the 'midday' conversation before the two retired to their beds; embers in the fire, maps scattered across the war table, glasses to be attended to by the servants before the call of dusk. Lenore leaned back and let the last of the brew slip between her teeth, letting her tongue catch the last drops from her fangs.

❝Say it any louder and they'll think I've pulled your fucking arm,❞ she teased, wine-drunk and whimsical in one.

The metal tinked against the marble as she rose, pretty skirts crushed under her weight once-curled by the fire smoothed, and she strayed towards her companion's side with one hand on her back and the other looped around her shoulders. It was easy when she was hunched over so many documents ( maps and logistics, territories and displaced leaders. ruin, ruin, ruin. for a second, she swore she tasted ash ) and she let her hand brush over the marks. ❝It is getting wider,❞ she remarked ( ❝I'm worried, Carmilla,❞ she wanted to say. ).

Her lips pressed gently to her cheek before she released her hold, her fingers trailing down her arm until she seized her hand. ❝Come to bed,❞ appealed she, catering to the other's cold logic. ❝If you adore me so.❞

Diplomatic. A little manipulative. If it benefitted her, however? A harmless sin. ❝You are the dreamer. There's no point to this if you don't dream.❞

[wersa]

liadrin + sunset kiss

PALETTE CHALLENGE

ELF RAVE PT. 2

These are so much fun omg!! Keep them coming.

[xmarksthescott]

list of scenarios  WEARY :  for one muse to wake up after falling asleep on the other ( @goetiya​)

it’s not often that they get this time where the world isn’t falling apart and theirs to fix. running the team together was a great idea for krakoa, but perhaps more strenuous on a marriage they’d only recently renewed. it’s made him cherish these moments all the more --the days he can just wake up to her and actually have a chance to breathe. 

there’s a normalcy here that they’ve never had --a rare occasion where no sense of urgency looms on the horizon. wasn’t this what they’d always wanted but seemed to far away?

he wakes up with a soft, lazy smile watching her sleep for a moment until suddenly she starts to stir a bit. “morning mrs. summers,” he whispers.

[tigersbloom]

➤ @goetiya : Lucretia gently takes her by the chin and steals a kiss

Left, right, left. Twirl, repeat. Aomora grins at Lucretia while their feet carry them across the floor. It's been far too long since they've seen each other and as such, the dancer has a lot of pent up mischief she has been waiting to unleash. What with her favorite target gone, it's been damned near unbearable for someone as attention-seeking as she.

When their dance draws to a close, and Lucretia's hand goes to grab Aomora's chin in the gentlest hold, Aomora does not fight the kiss that comes next. Does not even utter a word about them being in public. She just returns the gesture, eyes closing against the feeling of her partner so close.

❝ Mm. Nice t'see ya too, hot stuff. Anythin' I can get ya at th' bar? 's on th' house. Least, 'm sure Zev will agree. ❞

Her grin never fades. Not even once. She has a bounce to her step that sends her long ponytail swishing behind her as she makes her way towards the bar, not letting go of Lucretia's hand. Upon arrival, she knocks on the heavy wood counter once, and the barkeep turns around, only to roll their eyes when they see who it is. Zevhara walks over, eyeing Lucretia up and down and pursing their lips with a quiet hum.

❝ Long time, no see. Do me a favor and take this one for a walk or something. She's been utterly unbearable in your absence. ❞

Aomora pouts at her friend at their brutal honesty. She hadn't been that bad! And her co-dancers had it worse than Zevhara, too! She opens her mouth to speak, but instead turns towards Lucretia last minute.

❝ Not a word from ya. ❞

[herbindings-a]

She'd never thought about how soft Valeera looked like this. Liadrin could've sworn she'd never seen her look so sated, either. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, gave the elf just enough light to make out the curves and edges that made up Valeera Sanguinar. She couldn't help it when she reached out to brush some stray golden hairs out of the other's face. She could, however, have chosen not to cup her chin between her thumb and index finger ━ she did it anyway.

❝ Enjoying yourself? ❞

Liadrin's voice was deep and even. She reached for the blanket, pulling it over the both of them so they wouldn't get cold. Underneath, she tangled her legs with Valeera's. What she was doing now was easy. It was so easy to be physical, to allow her body to express itself in ways she knew would be well received. Talking, was not. Liadrin hated the uncertainty of it all, hated the not knowing, and the fact that she still wanted Valeera despite all that.

Rolling onto her back, Liadrin let out a small, thoughtful hum before gesturing for Valeera to prop her head up on her chest and use it as a pillow.

❝ Are you planning on staying the night? ❞

@goetiya.

[chubbyybunnie]

I would like to work with Lord Mammon. I would like to do more research on him and the things he would like on an altar, preferred offerings, customs, warnings etc. May I humbly request resource recommendations from you beautiful individuals who have experience, please?

[misroberts]

@goetiya liked for a starter.

the little spot of window that the hotel curtain does not hide shows a world so dark one would think god simply vanished. only the modestly furnished room, the oil lantern, the fire, and they were left. at that moment, not even albert ( her boy ) existed; marooned out in that empty space..

fingers dig into the bare skin of her own shoulders, pinching herself out of an endlessly lulling thought that she knows will sink her into depths thicker than water and focuses instead on the rustling, taking place at the foot of the bed. a form writhing into day clothes, a firm juxtaposition to the time outside. the tanned skin disappears behind a white shirt, abigail watches transfixed as the old road of a scar and bullet skim also disappears. until all that's left is ashen. budding progeny of the world.

they rouse out of the comfortable sight and turn their head to face the stained cheval mirror that only captures ashen's back at this angle. arms hug tighter around her knees. their only support.

“ .. will ya come back sooner this time? ” quiet enough to a be solely an idea.

[edenfelled]

‘ i did violence to my own heart . ’ ( sovn @ nyx

𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐓. Whether over the heart or down in the dirt — it was all the same, protection or offence; the blood never changed ( webbed across cobblestones like veins, pouring keen over verdant gardens. is that what they meant by eden's fall ? ) It wove itself through history, prayers and invocations; in the tongues of lovers or the screams of the babe lying flat against the sacrificial table, their little hands in defiant balls they could not understand.

❝Just you?❞ Hers were now down at her side, half-moon indents in the flesh of palm. In the dying light of old florescence could she swore she made them out — she heard them, dismayed as they were, through the machinery they claimed would bring them close to god.

She did not feel holy. No messiah, nor pariah. Just a girl of rubber wires and carbon fibre fed on propaganda that she had touched the divine. ❝This is a fucking godless world!❞ She snarled at first, banging her hands against the glass until it shattered — until all she saw was blood, shards and pretty pills of fuck-knows what.

Nyx was being cruel, she knew it. No longer was she a pretty soul of innocence, tumbling gayly through the streams, but this was no Elysium. It was staticky and smelled of acid, the humidity coating her skin like grime. In the distance she could hear a drunken rant and popping sounds of old hovercrafts.

❝You know better —❞ she looked back to the neon and they were gone. Maybe they were never there in the first place. Just a malformed AI she ought to rip from her frontal cortex.

A sigh, a lift of the hand. She was bleeding again. Her fingers rubbed against the wounds, though she barely registered the pain. ❝Maybe the heart is the only thing you have left.❞

[wersa]

beach breeze + lucretia!wow verse?

PALETTE CHALLENGE

ELF RAVE PT. 1

Last minute change to PASTEL SUNSHINE, not BEACH BREEZE on stream.

[shinizenchi]

@goetiya​  :  𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀.   --  ❛  beg  me  for  mercy .  ❜

and on stone grazed knees he obliges her demand  --  without question , without thought . what was once only a matter of politics , of uniting clans , has grown into a behemoth capable of distracting even he . golden gaze peers up at her , his wife , his lord , rife with the innocence of a summer's day  :  honey sweetened , petal loved , darkness lost  --  in his eyes a world so stark in contrast to the plane that entraps their romance . one day he longs to take her to such a place , should she ever care to embrace the humanity that still resides deep within them . he reaches for her hand , tentative , gentle  --  for she is power and beauty combined , his existence beneath her in that very moment . 

"  is it merciful to keep me longing  ?  "  

fingers curl around her wrist , elongated claws digging into it as he pulls himself to his feet . sharpened whites peek out beneath a malformed smile .  "  i can read you , olivia . if you truly wished to be rid of me , you would have slain me when i first sought you out . but you continue to indulge in these affairs  ;  have you truly grown so dull without me  ?  "  he remains looking up into her eyes , holding a gaze that intends to mock him . he will not allow it . with a jerk of his arm he pulls her closer , leaning in and lowering his voice to a warning .  "  perhaps it is you whom will be made to beg . but not from me .

"  if you would call yourself lord of this plane , you surely know the duty such a title holds . are you really going to allow me to distract you from it  ?  "  a single enhanced canine dips into the pale lobe of her ear , though he resists the desire to consume the stream that begins to drip down onto her shoulder .  "  i will beg for your mercy once i am deserving of it , madame voldaren  --  or i wonder , do you go by missus markov these days  ?  "

[wersa-archive]

                                                 ✩  CARRD  ✩

@goetiya’s  take  on  Valeera  Sanguinar!

Do  not  repost  or  use  in  any  way  without  my  permission. Please  leave  description  intact!

[eldkine-archive]

HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY EMOTIONS?

Rules: please repost, don’t reblog! Bold and italicize what applies accordingly.

ANGER: jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts

JOY: easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy

SADNESS:  crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better

EMBARRASSMENT/SHAME: blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate

GUILT:  avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others

FEAR/ANXIETY: trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn

TAGGED BY: @lacruor TAGGING: @bloodiyr ( aven AND ashen ) , @mafiabrat , @douchepool  , @goetiya ( kaz <3)

[edenfelled]

🌿🍒 for koret & emet but back in the days of old yeyeye

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, o' occupant of the fourteenth seat ! Past the chime of the eleventh bell, long after many had gone to sleep ( it was not uncommon for her to deign his presence in the low-light, ❝So caught up in your duties, vaunted Emet-Selch, how else might I see you ?❞), she attended his office like a thief.

Kore knew he could see her, even he pretended to pay her no mind. It was the scowl that gave him away; the little indentation just above his brow, the subtle twitch in the corner of his mouth. Small piles of jagged paperwork were like sandstone pillars all around him, wafer-thin mountains of expectation and duty he grew with the flourish of a hand.

❝The dead don't sleep,❞ he told her once, though she knew it was an excuse. He hated to rest — hated that he might not be doing enough — hated to feel as if though anyone was hurting or suffering. When she looped her arms around his shoulders she swore she felt the weight, how the jagged thoughts of short-ended life wreathed him like a crown of thorns, each bloom a plea for the gardener's attention.

Betwixt her thumb and index finger held her own request, carefully hidden behind the curve of her back. She didn't mind his lack of acknowledgement — not even when the door shut, not even on her little snicker. It let her feel clever in her saunter, like this wasn't a ploy she had imposed on him time and time again, and she spared no fanfare as she placed one hand just shy of his work and the other above their heads.

Suspended — dangled, more like, she couldn't profess that kind of conjury — the little berries shone iridescent in the din. Only then did Hades' eyes move, honey-gold beholding them for a moment, before flicking to amber crinkled in impish mirth.

❝How curious your belief that I lack things to do—❞ he began, a long groan cutting off any hope of him finishing the thought. It didn't stop the way he smirked, however, and he followed the flow of crimson hair as she tucked the plant against her palm and rounded the side of the desk.

❝You'd lock your office,❞ she answered, clearing a space to her left. It was answered with an indifferent flick of his wrist, prompting her to roll her eyes, and she lifted the mistletoe once more above their heads.

❝Surely I can steal a moment of your time ?❞

It was never a moment, they both knew that.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. it would be denied.

Hades sighed. Kore grinned. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. ❝Regale me,❞ he said, expecting some kind of elaborate story wrought from far-off ventures. Instead, with one hand on his arms for leverage, she leaned down and kissed him.

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒! His stony countenance stood ever fast against the passage of time, even when he kissed her. Even when she knew he loved her.

❝It's mistletoe,❞ she spoke breathlessly on their part, thrilled by her victory. ❝And you are still a wooden romantic.❞