#lxnarprophet

[dimittere]

❝is that melody a product of your own creation? OR at the very least a product of your homeland?❞ GENUINE, the query is, which parts from thunderous lips. despite what may be assumed about someone who stands as tall and as broadly as he, ganondorf purveyed the arts as KEENLY as any fanciful nobleman dressed in golds and silvers. ❝the arrangement is unusual, even for someone as WELL TRAVELED as i.❞

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[homunculusrune]

@lxnarprophet​

Of course, if there’s one exciting thing the situation is offering him that ‘home’ never had, it’s that the lack of a clear goal, or ability to reset, means that he has instead found himself on surprisingly many occasions with nothing but time to kill in his odd sort of ‘nest’ that he’s set up in one of the cells, with the bed shoved on its side and several pilfered blankets used to arrange a tent.

In the center of the floor, a small pit of pried-loose flagstones serves as a repository for the remnants of a wooden chair broken into as many pieces as he could manage, which he is in the process of trying to light, holding a piece of wood in the flames of his head before prodding it more or less ineffectually into the timbers. 

...What do you know, all the survival skills he has, and he doesn’t know how to start a fire.

Of course the other other thing is there’s a bunch of other people around here- so he only messes with his futile arrangement for so long before he happens to see someone pass by- someone he thinks he’s actually engaged with in the past, however briefly.

Sunnily, he lofts a hand in greeting, that happens to be holding a burning piece of wood.

[celestialbasher]

@lxnarprophet​

“So this is how you would use it...It has the same sort of function as the AFSMTD but more specialized for moving around the road. It’s pretty interesting, though I bet I can give it better functions!” Cassy grinned while taking apart the motorcycle of a gang member that she got to take as reward for a bounty hunting job. While that sort of job wasn’t really her thing, it got her money. 

“Though this isn’t something I can just leave out for anyone to take, but I need some materials if I want to enhance this...” Humming and tapping her wrench lightly against her hand, yellow-green eyes shot up when hearing something rustle in the grass- blinking when seeing who it was.

“Huh, you’re that blond swordsman I trained with not too long ago!”

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @LXNARPROPHET // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| ❝FASCINATING!❞ A crow of a voice, hand extended to cradle oh so gently a rather fierce and beautiful planet, ice blue and gleaming, like a diamond bright and glowing, standing out amid the tables and shrubbery of the garden. Spare hand grasping at his tablet - though PREFERRING pen and paper to write his notes, it is rather difficult to do so when illuminated only by dim fairy lights - he sets out to quickly tap away notes on the particular structure of the object. Without his laboratory, he could not do much, of course, but nevertheless, Siebren writes what he can, GIDDY like a child in a candy shop. ❝How amazing! Yes -- I did not believe I would ever get such a close look at so many planets! And stars! And —- oh, over there, what a particularly INTERESTING looking asteroid --❞

[sunwoofs]

@lxnarprophet​

The tug of a familiar scent in unfamiliar city- however ephemeral and easy to lose it is among the teeming life of Spirale- guides her more certainly than the echoing melody of a flute, but when the latter reaches her ears, she redoubles her pace, a hopeful stride turning into a full-tilt run, even springing off some low-lying structures or bracing her feet against walls to move faster.

Waka may not have much time at all between laying eyes on her, and realizing that Amaterasu has absolutely no intention of slowing down.

Let’s... just hope that he’s in a position to get body-checked by a happy wolf who is determined to lick all of his face.

[elatrednusnas]

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|* i heard they opened up a restaurant on the moon. according to the reviews...

|* the food was out of this world, but the place had no atmosphere.

Where’d that ba-dum tss come from?

[temperedwithgods]

Affinity Chart Updated: @lxnarprophet​

Shulk was actually grateful for whatever the Ascension Candy had done to his mind. Without what he was assuming were Nopon instincts, he doubts he would have gotten so good at flying so fast. That’s not to say he still didn’t crash into things (more like bounce off of them actually), but he thought proudly about how much better he’d gotten at landing when he gently alighted on the ground in front of the ‘Haunted’ Cabin in Cotes ward.

Riki had claimed a few times to be able to see ghosts. He wondered if that was a skill that all Nopon had, or one specifically gifted to his adopted dad. That was mostly why he was here, actually. He considered it an experiment of sorts.

Shulk heard a snapping noise behind him and he quickly turned to see some sort of large bird creature dressed in strange clothes and with far too many eyes. Normally Shulk would be fascinated, he might even pull out a notebook to write down observations, but he could feel his new instincts kicking in again. He growled and showed his fangs at the much larger bird. Puffing up his fur and feathers, he looked about as intimidating as a two-foot ball of fluff could manage.

“Big Birdbeast not make tasty lunch of Shulk!”

“Shulk great Heropon! Mighty warrior!” He snarled. “Beat enemies much larger than Birdbeast. Shulk not scared! Won’t be eaten so easily!”

After a moment he added, “probably not very tasty anyway! Bleah!”

[patiencethin]

|| Old Muses || Not Accepting

@lxnarprophet​ ASKED: “alt!”

What a curious reaction! He had tested this several times already before with unfortunate results in his subjects, all resulting with bursting bellies and the expiration of life.

Unpleasant, at best, and uninformative at worst.

What he wanted to know was what was happening inside that was causing such explosive behavior from the augurs he’d forced them to swallow! What good was all that flesh and bone that hid the secrets of augurs?

He would have to run more trials, more tests. Causes and effects and factors to consider. Vivisection was always an option, though he would have to preform some way to keep the subjects alive while doing so.

In fact, maybe the heat of being encased in meat was what caused the augurs to react so badly?

By Kos, he could relate! A mind trapped within confines of humanity was something he strained against! What wonders would await him once he ascended to the next plane of existence! What secrets of the universe would he learn!

It was all here, waiting for him to uncover it! He would bear the weight of the universe on his shoulders, he was the one to take humanity from it’s lowly, beastly origins and raise them up to new heights!

He just needed more time!

More subjects!

More eyes!

Micolash || Bloodborne

[abyssalhowl]

Running with @lxnarprophet​

The sunlight filters through the leaves and dapples the ground below, shading the area from the worst of the summer heat and making this the perfect place for an afternoon nap. Sif was dozing off beneath the trees in the park when she hears a sound she hasn’t heard in a very long time - music.

The last time she had heard music was in the city of Anor Londo, over two-hundred years ago. When she was a pup, she couldn’t appreciate the sometimes shrill noises that came from instruments and hurt her ears. Now, not only does the sound bring about a sense of nostalgia, but she sees music as a form of communication. Creatures able to play instruments could put their thoughts and feelings into their songs without using words, much like how intelligent animals could communicate. She doesn’t recognize the instrument being played, but she would describe the song as ‘soulful’.

She raises her head, she tries to determine where the sound is coming from, but the noise is bouncing off the trunks of the trees, making it hard to pinpoint. Curiously, when she lifted her head she also caught the distinct smell of something she could only describe as ‘moonlight’. Certain that the sound and smell are originating from the same creature, Sif thinks that if she can’t find them, maybe she can lead them to her.

Standing fully, she lifts her head and begins to howl.

Raising and lowering the pitch of her voice, she mimics the melody passing through the trees.

[hiddenstar]

@lxnarprophet​​ said: ‘!!’

“A curious man indeed. I know little of him so far, but I’ve enough statements to make just by looking at him. He’s rather ostentatiously dressed, is he not? The garb of a yamabushi, a headdress and pair of geta hearkening to the tengu...”

“He clearly isn’t one, obviously. If he were, I’d be feeling much less amiable towards him— as I am a god of hindrances. Which also means a god of tengu warding... but, that’s neither here nor there. There certainly is something tengu-like about him, though. And that’s what I find amusing the most. Surely, he is no normal human...”

“... Or is he even human in the first place? Heh heh heh. Yes, I’ll enjoy learning more of this fellow. But first— I’d like to see how well he can perform with that flute of his. If he’s good, I’d be interested in playing the tsuzumi alongside him.”

[thetruename]

(Starter for @lxnarprophet!)

It gets cold in the alley, where Chara now effectively lives. Very cold. It makes it hard to sleep, and when Chara can’t sleep, they take walks. They’re taking a walk now, out in the middle of the night, through a park filled with trees, lit only by the occasional light.

They’re also freezing cold, even now, even in their sweater and hoodie. They’re clutching their arms and chest to keep from freezing in the cold, and their breath comes out in white clouds. If they stay out here too much longer, they’ll collapse.

But they don’t seem to notice. They just keep walking, up until they hear something. Something moving. Above them? They reach reflexively, pointlessly, for their toy knife. Whoever it is, they’re in the trees. Watching them.

“W-whoever you are,” Chara calls out, trying to keep their voice from stuttering. “L-l-leave me alone.”

[dimittere]

very few stand out more in this accursed location than the male standing before him. gold of hair, immaculate clothing, a man looking more similar to the hylia blessed princess than the WRETCHED creatures who prowl this location. in comparison, ganondorf may as well be a NIGHTMARE; everything about him dark, dour. features not meant to smile or laugh, hands unsuited to love. and yet, in the end, he is still far more human than the scurrying MONSTROSITIES lurking beneath this facility.

❝i am not one of those things,❞ he says, SWIFT and simple. as far as he could tell, the creatures were not capable of speech or quiet natures. they were vile and rotten and murdering without a CUNNING mind like he. ganondorf turns away from the fair haired male, content with his firm language to continue down the path he's started. ❝this shelf is mine. there are PLENTY others here for the taking.❞

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[leafslash]

@lxnarprophet​ replied to your post:   "Is it even editable?"

“ I don’t know, but I’m afraid to find out... I somehow get the feeling a lot would be at stake, you know? Like your health, for one thing... ”

[wovensentinel]

@lxnarprophet said: "alt!"

ok here's another one uhhhhh *spins wheel*

my friend recently got me to read cucumber quest and I Am Thinking So Much About Carrot.... I think he would be rlly fun to write!! I'm a sucker for shy muses with big hearts and thats exactly what carrot is :') I'm also a sucker for knight characters JFKDKGKF

honestly this is the muse I'm probably most likely to actually bring to isola lmao, the only thing stopping me is myself

[sterrenlied]

🎶 | @LXNARPROPHET // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| IT is nothing but fearful. He hoped to explore and study a location that didn't carry much in the way of danger ( even if the thought of meeting dinosaurs is enticing ) and yet, the DAMN phone in his possession must have glitched, because this absolutely isn't the sort of location he'd like to be, not without the full use of his abilities. But instead, footsteps wander through an empty hallway, leaving the sleeping quarters only when necessary, praying perhaps that he'd secure enough supplies to set sail for another, any other of the islands nearby. He hears the voices in his head, not the clear melody of the universe, but memories of former captors. Footsteps are clumsy as he trips over an upturned wheelchair and flinches. ❝Ahh …❞ he gasps quietly, voice traveling far and bouncing ECHOES through the hall. ❝Now ah …❞ Voice mumbling as he tries to remember where the nerest supply closet is. Damn this WRETCHED island for its twists and turns. For messing with his head.

[honourburned]

@lxnarprophet​   ( x )

Waka gave the comment a dismissive wave of his hand as he managed to steady himself. The world was beginning to spin as his body temperature rose, and by rights he should have been laying down in his apartment. However, he was stubborn and didn’t think much of the illness as he went on as usual.

“Oui; I am fine~” Lies.

ZUKO CAN SEE RIGHT THROUGH HIM.   Literally, almost-- the firebender can practically feel the fever’s heat radiating off of him. Much warmer than a person should be, and he’s spent most of his life around warmer-than-average people. 

“ are you sure about that? ”   he asks, not wanting to press too far if the other truly doesn’t need help, but willing to offer nonetheless.   “ you should probably be resting. ”