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lel i'm moving this over to @tewwor so my tags can give me a BREAK

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lel i'm moving this over to @tewwor so my tags can give me a BREAK

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lel i'm moving this over to @tewwor so my tags can give me a BREAK

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lel i'm moving this over to @tewwor so my tags can give me a BREAK

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lel i'm moving this over to @tewwor so my tags can give me a BREAK

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lel i'm moving this over to @tewwor so my tags can give me a BREAK

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lel i'm moving this over to @tewwor so my tags can give me a BREAK

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yanno the "deep down than and zagreus knew they weren't really brothers" is a lot funnier when you see even more of nyx's kids in hades 2

like no shit they realized zagreus wasn't really one of them

look at them

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hi neighbor 👋

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Haunted House

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Well that’s new and.. off putting. The sudden puff of leaves surprises the both of them. Which could’ve made things go from bad to a whole lot worse. Again, this makes him even more peeved. Ricochet looks at the new stranger with a scathing glare. Intentional or not, he's quite literally the worst person to reveal any non-human factors to. He's caught up on his monthly quota, yes, but that doesn't stop him from having a mental backlog of people to keep tabs on.

This person just made it onto that shit list.

"Keep your fucking money." It's Ricochet that speaks instead of the gun wielder. He's not even sure if that idiot can say anything at this point. The nerves are getting the best of them, clearly. Shake that gun anymore and he's almost sure it'll rattle loose on its own. "They want me dead." His eyes turn back onto the original asshole. "Isn't that right?" There's pressure being pushed, and he briefly wonders if they'll go through with it.

It feels like glass shards raking along his skin, piercing with the gentleness of a lover's hand with nails slightly too sharp, and pressure slightly too mean to be anything but a promise of a worse time than Taejoo is equipped to handle.

This isn't the kind of situation he should stop at, no matter who he is. One look into the supposed victim's eyes and Taejoo feels like the only one out of depth here, beyond except, maybe, the perpetrator with an equally startled look matching everything oozing out of Taejoo right now.

Prickling and piercing and travelling through him faster than the blood shooting through his veins, faster than his own heartbeat in his ears, making his hair rise, his scalp tingle.

This is not a situation he should be involved in. This is one one he should partake in. Whoever that is, angered by life with the way the look fits in his eyes, taut and annoyed, facing this as if a nuisance, an inconvenience more than the problem it actually is, the terror it could turn into.

Golden dots in dark brown irises, they swirl like stars across a night-sky, much like they should never move, these shouldn't either.

Taejoo flinches when he realizes that suggestion, if to call it one, had been for him to hear, and the tree he'd just walked past bursts. All its needles are plucked from its branches in one go, a rain of ever-green tumbling to the ground as if angrily thrown onto it by a child.

"I'm sorry," he stammers before he can stop himself, holding tightly onto the strap of his bag crossing his chest, shoulders hunched, who is he apologizing to? The man who'd scolded him to leave, or the gun shaking violently in the perpetrator's grip?

"Please- could, please drop the gun, let's not... I have money, I can-- let me give you my wallet, please."

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It's hard to discern what he's feeling exactly. There's a swarm where aloofness usually rests. An upsetting and dizzying array of their distant past and untold future. He's missed his son deeply — that much remains true. But the fixtures upon Icarus' back...

"So they are." His own voice feels distant. As if he's listening to himself speak from across the glades. Perhaps, if he focuses enough, he'll find budding pride. This is his own flesh and blood, after all. The very same he went great lengths to give a life of freedom. But there's still the scald of wax. The plummet of his once human heart into the algae choked sea.

"It's.. okay." Daedalus finds himself breathing. Suddenly inspired by the urge to forgive and welcome and love again. "It's okay, son. We're both here now, aren't we?"

icarus remembers how it felt to be alive. the dizzying vision. the pounding heart. the constricting throat and lungs that made it difficult to breathe, and the shaking relief that came with the first exhalation.

they’re phantom sensations to icarus these days, but if he were alive, he thinks this is the moment when he’d feel that relief. until his father says his name, and the tightness returns.

“ wings. ” the simplest of topics. the most familiar of topics. their work gives them equal footing, and icarus can focus on the sculpted metal easier than the look on his father’s face. “ my wings. they were inspired by yours, of course. how couldn’t they be ? but i made a few changes and. . . ”

his rambling slows. his wings are pulled close. “ father, i. . . i didn’t think. . . ”

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Silence stretches on his end. He looks at Haelim with both understanding and calculation. Whatever grief others might give about the sloppy state of things won't be aired by the likes of him. Things like this happen. No one's ever perfect for the finite entirety of their life. He knows this and is willing to brunt the burden of being called soft in contrast to such harsh conditions. Another fleeting look is spared towards the corpse's way. Yeesh, he can't even begin to fathom what went through the other's head at that moment.

"Eh, can't have the cleaners sitting on their hands all the time." Dismissive as his tone may be, it's clear he accepts the apology with a wry smile. "Yeah, we should. Lets get you cleaned up, and I'll get the details over in the meantime. Then we can feast. Celebrate a done job."

'are you compromised?' is a question his professors, employers, ex-handler would ask about his emotional state. because what good is a weapon that has feelings? that same question swarms inside of haelim's mind while he stands over the wreckage of carnage. eyes wide, erratic. breathing heavily. red paints over everything until it's the only color.

chaos isn't how haelim operates. his reputation is one of efficient kills. and efficiency means not turning a room into an abstract pollock painting of blood and viscera. but something about this target sets haelim off. how fucking unprofessional. it's tempting to turn this knife on himself.

". . . i'm sorry." haelim can't even look jiro in the eye. damnit. he wanted to make a good impression on the man, but does the opposite. steeling his gaze, haelim finally looks at jiro. "this won't happen again. and i'll take responsibility for everything." before the hard edges of his stare soften completely, haelim looks down at the corpse. "we should go."

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lel i'm moving this over to @tewwor so my tags can give me a BREAK

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NEWEST MUSE LIST 06-24

*** doubles as an interest check so like this and i'll cook up a starter! highly suggest specifying muse(s) for this one! i will be focusing on them more between drafts!

the unnamed

once a normal girl turned into a fragment of saul's liminal world. she spoke to an aspect of void and made a trade of names. thus, erasing hers while also being in ownership of the void's own. said void fused with her, stamping an archaic spiral symbol at the base of her throat and causes a never-ending hunger in her gut. her true form blurs into a soft darkness that tricks the eyes. only the feeling of fuzzy static comes from making contact with her. she dares not speak in fear that the void within her will consume parts of the other person like it had done to her. crime verse is pending.

bishop 'cain roth'

Civilian occupation: journalist. Marked position: scout. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). One of the few that were exposed to the supernatural prior death. Keeps close tabs on the hunter group he was raised in and betrayed. Swears to hunt down the corrupt creature that granted his wish in trade of half his soul. Has to live with the repercussions of having reaped what he stupidly sowed. Tries to befriend the other Marked, but honestly doesn't hold it against them if he's disliked.

cruor 'amine kovač'

Civilian occupation: unemployed. Marked position: reluctant healer. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). Was an uprising MMA fighter in their past life. Unfortunately, they sustained a fatal head injury and passed soon after. The newest of the Marked, and is having an incredibly tough time adapting. Not quite have hemophobia, but does get queasy at the sight of a lot of blood. Which.. doesn't bode well since they learned their own blood has potent healing properties. Is usually anemic, still has a penchant to push themselves to help regardless, needs to have their hand held to meet the monthly hunt quota. Is truly #babey.

caesura 'chiru sato'

Civilian occupation: TBA. Marked position: wheelman. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). Flighty, little thing. Doubles as a honeypot for high threat hunts, but would much rather make a quick escape rather than fight. Almost always with a partner on any job. Arguably the most in tune with her emotions. Often sought out for deep conversations or quiet companionship.

soothsayer 'saraj cai' .

Civilian occupation: stenographer. Marked position: advisor. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). Mother of this local sect, does dote on pretty much all of The Marked but in her own semi-strict way, has prosthetic eyes, it’s ok to accidentally make a pun or two around her — she does it too ( no, the irony of of her saying ‘i see’ or being titled as an overseer isn’t lost on her ), prefers to use a cane, has her way on keeping tabs on everyone.

tatsuro watanabe .

your life begins like this. .. something tragic and unjust befalls your crew. the bastards didn’t even touch the treasure. they simply reaped each life by the dozen and set ruin to your body. all that hatred and sorrow and everything in between lingers despite your descent to the seabed. it’s strong enough to catch the attention of someone powerful. powerful enough to fix a magically imbued priceless gem directly in the your chest. moments pass. the sea god swims away. then there’s movement. consciousness floods you as wooden shoulders wrench forward, arms crack, and hands scrabble to split away from the wreckage. you, the once figurehead that guided the crew safely, immediately take to the sea. you'll stop at nothing to return the anguish twofold.

formally shaped as a dragon, tatsuro is able to shift between forms at will. there's an almost wooden like quality to him when assuming his draconic form. multiple scars are marked across the face, arms, side, chest, and back. a shard of painite is embedded in the middle of his chest; surrounding flesh is raised and becomes irritated when using magic / changing forms.

amant taylor boudreaux

just a guy that's been obsessed with harborview's happenings. he's dedicated his life to accurately detail not only it's citizens but also the mysterious people that return from the sea. is the author of the harborview codex. would 1000% try to get nasty with someone just to lowkey research them. brainrot on god ( aka oram, even if he doesn't know that weird soggy man is the sea god responsible for all sea creatures )

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hey uh... my tags are like absurdly broken

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NEWEST MUSE LIST 06-24

*** doubles as an interest check so like this and i'll cook up a starter! highly suggest specifying muse(s) for this one! i will be focusing on them more between drafts!

the unnamed

once a normal girl turned into a fragment of saul's liminal world. she spoke to an aspect of void and made a trade of names. thus, erasing hers while also being in ownership of the void's own. said void fused with her, stamping an archaic spiral symbol at the base of her throat and causes a never-ending hunger in her gut. her true form blurs into a soft darkness that tricks the eyes. only the feeling of fuzzy static comes from making contact with her. she dares not speak in fear that the void within her will consume parts of the other person like it had done to her. crime verse is pending.

bishop 'cain roth'

Civilian occupation: journalist. Marked position: scout. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). One of the few that were exposed to the supernatural prior death. Keeps close tabs on the hunter group he was raised in and betrayed. Swears to hunt down the corrupt creature that granted his wish in trade of half his soul. Has to live with the repercussions of having reaped what he stupidly sowed. Tries to befriend the other Marked, but honestly doesn't hold it against them if he's disliked.

cruor 'amine kovač'

Civilian occupation: unemployed. Marked position: reluctant healer. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). Was an uprising MMA fighter in their past life. Unfortunately, they sustained a fatal head injury and passed soon after. The newest of the Marked, and is having an incredibly tough time adapting. Not quite have hemophobia, but does get queasy at the sight of a lot of blood. Which.. doesn't bode well since they learned their own blood has potent healing properties. Is usually anemic, still has a penchant to push themselves to help regardless, needs to have their hand held to meet the monthly hunt quota. Is truly #babey.

caesura 'chiru sato'

Civilian occupation: TBA. Marked position: wheelman. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). Flighty, little thing. Doubles as a honeypot for high threat hunts, but would much rather make a quick escape rather than fight. Almost always with a partner on any job. Arguably the most in tune with her emotions. Often sought out for deep conversations or quiet companionship.

soothsayer 'saraj cai' .

Civilian occupation: stenographer. Marked position: advisor. Part of The Marked ( lore here ). Mother of this local sect, does dote on pretty much all of The Marked but in her own semi-strict way, has prosthetic eyes, it’s ok to accidentally make a pun or two around her — she does it too ( no, the irony of of her saying ‘i see’ or being titled as an overseer isn’t lost on her ), prefers to use a cane, has her way on keeping tabs on everyone.

tatsuro watanabe .

your life begins like this. .. something tragic and unjust befalls your crew. the bastards didn’t even touch the treasure. they simply reaped each life by the dozen and set ruin to your body. all that hatred and sorrow and everything in between lingers despite your descent to the seabed. it’s strong enough to catch the attention of someone powerful. powerful enough to fix a magically imbued priceless gem directly in the your chest. moments pass. the sea god swims away. then there’s movement. consciousness floods you as wooden shoulders wrench forward, arms crack, and hands scrabble to split away from the wreckage. you, the once figurehead that guided the crew safely, immediately take to the sea. you'll stop at nothing to return the anguish twofold.

formally shaped as a dragon, tatsuro is able to shift between forms at will. there's an almost wooden like quality to him when assuming his draconic form. multiple scars are marked across the face, arms, side, chest, and back. a shard of painite is embedded in the middle of his chest; surrounding flesh is raised and becomes irritated when using magic / changing forms.

amant taylor boudreaux

just a guy that's been obsessed with harborview's happenings. he's dedicated his life to accurately detail not only it's citizens but also the mysterious people that return from the sea. is the author of the harborview codex. would 1000% try to get nasty with someone just to lowkey research them. brainrot on god ( aka oram, even if he doesn't know that weird soggy man is the sea god responsible for all sea creatures )