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"Kekekekeke!"

This mortal was a character, surely. Granted, they had been locked up for a while, but so far this one wasn't quite like any mortal flesh they had encountered before. Personality-wise and....ability-wise. The kitsune glanced back at the manor that had apparently held them for quite some time. Hmm....That certainly wasn't the place they had been sealed away originally.

No, they remembered that place all too well.

The snout of the mask turned back towards the strange one, Aishya hovering this way and that, taking in every aspect they could of this exciting prospect.

"You're a thief, aren't you? Light on your feet, skilled in hurting others, jagged around the edges-" At their last statement, one of their rusty tails twitched and brushed along the underside of the human's jaw, tickling the flesh in a way that was sure to be rather obnoxious. "I've seen many treasure hunters in my time, but you are..." Aishya cocked their head to one side, their golden ring decorated ear twitching. "...something different." Floating in front of the other to block his path from continuing onward, the kitsune tittered softly. "Do you have a name, little thing? I can't keep calling you fleshling all the time--- unless you feel that is a fitting title." A pause fell over them at the mention of some client, the individual that had apparently wanted their prison collected; and then let out a cackling laugh. It sounded more like something a hyena would make, but still was uncannily human.

"Oh, no. I will most definitely be lingering around you for quite a while." They clapped their claws together in delight. "Your ability to speak and commune with spirits and creatures of all kinds is exactly what I've been looking for."

The Devil Fox poked the tip of his nose with a black claw. "You are going to collect them for me. And I will devour them. Then I will ascend to godhood in no time!"

To say it was an unpleasant experience was an understatement. Sure, Aishya was used to some...rough treatment so to speak, but this was plain disrespectful. Their incorporeal form lurched and swayed within the darkness of the pot, helpless as their prison rocked and toiled in the most unpleasant way.

It was like walking through an earthquake. But worse.

One particularly aggressive jostle knocked the side of their head into a silver wall, mask going askew, a strange yellow eye narrowing. A curse in an ancient, forgotten tongue, escaped them, claws quickly fixing the monstrous mask that concealed their face.

no one can see no one see no one the spiral the spiral the spiral

Aishya could faintly hear the sounds of splintering wood, glass shattering, bullets whizzing through the air. It made their sensitive ears ring, swiveling from one side to the other, trying to decipher what events were taking place outside of the pot.

Then they felt it.

A soul.

Oh....So the one that had freed them was a bit more special than they had initially thought. A white haired mortal, touched by the gods and blessed with second sight, it seemed. The kitsune leaned their head back, jagged teeth clicking audibly in delight. This was perfect, like some power had taken mercy on their desires and laid before them a whole buffet of spiritual energy. As soon as they crawled free of the pot and into the open air, they would waste no time in consuming all those that lingered around the mortal flesh.

They would gain their nine tails in no time.

Adding sugar to the cream, they eventually could smell it. Blood, a good amount of it, tickling their nose and making the tastebuds on their tongue feel like each one had been struck by lightning; electrified.

Aishya was hungry. So, so, so hungry.

Never mind that they were almost always hungry, starving for energy and power.

Then the commotion seemed to die down. The Devil Fox took this as their cue, popping open the lid of the pot slightly to cast a glance at the one carrying them along. With a concealed grin, they parted their maw and worked their vocal cords to perfectly mimic a gunshot--- kitsunes were mischievous tricksters by nature, after all.

Almost as soon as the sound had reverberated out into the forest, Aishya burst from the silver wares, four tails swaying lazily behind them. "Well, that was quite a show. Even if I didn't see much of it, the audible screams of agony were quite lovely!"

A snort.

"Though the ride could have been smoother, yes, fleshling?"

[themcsingsofstars]

@ofmuse asked "we needn't be enemies, there's plenty of those to go around" + 🙌

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The respirator hissed and sputtered; the flow of oxygen strained as it was pressed between a wall and a pair of surprisingly strong hands.

Well, this wasn't how this had been supposed to go.

Usually, a job like this was easy. The swift stab of a blade. The precise shot of a bullet. The prey never saw it coming, and he was gone before anyone could take proper notice that someone of elite stature had just crumbled to the ground and was bleeding out.

Golden eyes flickered through the eye holes of his respirator, staring at where his jagged blade had fallen a good five feet away from him.

Paul Atreides was certainly more skilled than most of his other prey, and that was...intriguing. Roman couldn't recall the last time someone had been able to best him at a fight. Maybe Kall, but...that was a very long time ago. A life he no longer lived. 'we needn't be enemies, there's plenty of those to go around.'

He scoffed, raising a heavily armored arm up to grasp at one of the wrists constricting his airflow, dark veins pulsing beneath his dress and squeezing with a force stronger than most men.

"We're not enemies. I'm simply doing a job."

[themcsingsofstars]

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

part 1 / ? .

❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞ ❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞ ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞ ❝ eugh, don’t be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. ❞ ❝ we needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already. ❞ ❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞ ❝ even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. ❞ ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞ ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ ❝ i’m not easily impressed by people, but you’re stronger than i gave you credit for. ❞ ❝ there’s an air about you. something alien. ❞ ❝ loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won’t you? ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. ❞ ❝ there’s something odd about this village. people skulk around like they’ve something to hide. ❞ ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ ❝ i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. ❞ ❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞ ❝ you must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me. ❞ ❝ the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. ❞ ❝ stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. ❞ ❝ here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. ❞ ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞ ❝ my apologies. i’m not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. ❞ ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞ ❝ leader’s need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. ❞ ❝ i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. ❞ ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞ ❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ ❝ it’s not easy to turn away from one you once loved. ❞ ❝ much has been promised to you, hasn’t it? but what has been taken from you? ❞ ❝ damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. ❞ ❝ every instinct i have tells me that nothing’s changed. that i’m still just a means to an end. ❞ ❝ do not speak of a story you only know the half of. ❞ ❝ i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. ❞ ❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ i’m more than what i was. and i’m not afraid of anything any more. ❞ ❝ i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. ❞ ❝ this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but it’s real, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ there is no redemption. can’t you see? it is too late. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ ❝ you took those bastards down like it was nothing. it…was amazing. ❞ ❝ they underestimated me. so they paid the price. ❞ ❝ we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. ❞ ❝ unfortunately for me, you’re my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. ❞ ❝ what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? ❞ ❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. ❞ ❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞ ❝ you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. ❞ ❝ the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. ❞

❝ it’s as if god made you just to ruin me. ❞ ❝ perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. ❞ ❝ you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it. ❞ ❝ i got my eye on you. you got the look of a troublemaker. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel. ❞ ❝ it seems you know me better than i know myself. ❞ ❝ you…you have no idea what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair’s breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity. ❞ ❝ oh, it’s you. don’t you get tired of telling people how to live their lives? ❞ ❝ good morning! thank you for not killing me the other night. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ it is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace bg3 syourself. our fight is just beginning. ❞ ❝ i was too hasty to judge you. i thought you were witless, gutless, unimpressivably bland… ❞ ❝ yours is the first happy face i’ve seen in a good while. ❞ ❝ when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door. ❞ ❝ thank you, my friend. maybe we’ll meet again, in another life. ❞ ❝ you’ll regret sticking your nose in my business. ❞

[themcsingsofstars]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ? a collection of various questions that can be asked. feel free to change around anything that needs to be !!

" what do you mean ? "

" oh, so now you can tell me ? "

" are you asleep ? "

" do you hate me or something ? "

" can i help you with that ? "

" is that blood ? "

" where did you find this ? "

" do you remember how it used to be ? "

" do you miss me ? "

" can you turn out the light ? "

" did you have a nightmare ? "

" will i always be second best ? "

" why do you love me ? "

" did you apologize ? "

" do you want more rest ? "

" are you okay ? "

" are you going to finish that ? "

" where are you going ? "

" is that smoke ? "

" didn't you quit drinking ? "

" does your mother know ? "

" are we going to be parents ? "

" how do i look ? "

" can i hold you ? "

" is that a puppy ? "

" can i kiss you ? "

" where did that scar come from ? "

" can you hear my voice ? "

" will you shut up for a second ? "

" are you satisfied ? "

" where are you ? "

" where the hell did you go ? "

" why do i smell smoke ? "

" did you try to make me dinner ? "

" will you go out with me ? "

" will you go on a date with me ? "

" will you marry me ? "

" could you please kiss me goodnight ? "

" are you kidding me right now ? "

" did you shut the door on your way out ? "

" can you see me ? "

" did you get a picture of it ? "

[themcsingsofstars]

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat

this can either be aggressive or flirty. the context of why is entirely up to you and for you to specify if you'd like!

[themcsingsofstars]

To say it was an unpleasant experience was an understatement. Sure, Aishya was used to some...rough treatment so to speak, but this was plain disrespectful. Their incorporeal form lurched and swayed within the darkness of the pot, helpless as their prison rocked and toiled in the most unpleasant way.

It was like walking through an earthquake. But worse.

One particularly aggressive jostle knocked the side of their head into a silver wall, mask going askew, a strange yellow eye narrowing. A curse in an ancient, forgotten tongue, escaped them, claws quickly fixing the monstrous mask that concealed their face.

no one can see no one see no one the spiral the spiral the spiral

Aishya could faintly hear the sounds of splintering wood, glass shattering, bullets whizzing through the air. It made their sensitive ears ring, swiveling from one side to the other, trying to decipher what events were taking place outside of the pot.

Then they felt it.

A soul.

Oh....So the one that had freed them was a bit more special than they had initially thought. A white haired mortal, touched by the gods and blessed with second sight, it seemed. The kitsune leaned their head back, jagged teeth clicking audibly in delight. This was perfect, like some power had taken mercy on their desires and laid before them a whole buffet of spiritual energy. As soon as they crawled free of the pot and into the open air, they would waste no time in consuming all those that lingered around the mortal flesh.

They would gain their nine tails in no time.

Adding sugar to the cream, they eventually could smell it. Blood, a good amount of it, tickling their nose and making the tastebuds on their tongue feel like each one had been struck by lightning; electrified.

Aishya was hungry. So, so, so hungry.

Never mind that they were almost always hungry, starving for energy and power.

Then the commotion seemed to die down. The Devil Fox took this as their cue, popping open the lid of the pot slightly to cast a glance at the one carrying them along. With a concealed grin, they parted their maw and worked their vocal cords to perfectly mimic a gunshot--- kitsunes were mischievous tricksters by nature, after all.

Almost as soon as the sound had reverberated out into the forest, Aishya burst from the silver wares, four tails swaying lazily behind them. "Well, that was quite a show. Even if I didn't see much of it, the audible screams of agony were quite lovely!"

A snort.

"Though the ride could have been smoother, yes, fleshling?"

@swingbakuraryou

There was a time that was so long ago now and yet felt like it wasn’t that long ago at all for them, when grandmothers would pull their young ones close and whisper tales of the great beast who was so hungry, that it was rumored they wanted to swallow the stars and become stronger than any other creature. And though their reach was great and their ambitions high, they could not not reach the lights above in the black. In their frustration, they turned to eat other things to satiate their appetite, and not just for power.

The lives of those that once walked the earth before made a worthy substitute.

The grandmothers would warn the children that the Devil Fox, one of the names they had come to be known as to the mortals that knew of their existence, would snatch them away and steal their breath if they wandered far from the eyes of the parents. Which was a lie.

After all, how could one do any harm when they had been trapped in a silver prison for a few hundred years?

Aishya tittered softly to themselves, fiddling with the heavy chains of their bindings. The world around them was black, empty and yet solid at the same time, like waving a hand through thick smoke. And of course there was the…silver walls. A warped mirror around them, reminding them of their failure. It wasn’t a bad view, no. Aishya took great pride in their appearance; A crimson robe covered their tall body, long black arms that had no proper fingers, only claws, tugging at the chains that kept them bound to the silver, their hair, ears and tails the color of rust. That is to say a dull orangish brown with speckles of gray and black. 

And, of course, the mask. A dark wooden mask that resembled a fox, yes, but very…abstract, with jagged teeth sticking out of the edges of its false snout and a spiral carved into the center of the forehead. 

Aishya paused, rubbing the chained metal collar around their neck, staring at their false face. It felt sometimes like…it was mocking them. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” They hissed to their own reflection, all four tails bristling in agitation. Ah, all this time alone surely was driving them batty, it seemed. 

But then the unthinkable happened.

A sliver of light appeared above them, a crack that allowed in the first sunlight they had seen in almost a century. 

Someone was opening the kettle. Releasing them from their cage! Their chains snapped and crumbled into nothing, and Aishya let out a delighted cackle as their power bubbled in their chest and spread through their veins, blooming like a flower in the springtime. In a puff of red smoke, they emerged from the kettle that had cursed them, claws on their hips, surveying the world around them– and who had freed them.

“Kekeke! And who do I owe the wonderful pleasure of my presence to, eh? Don’t worry, you don’t need to bow before my divinity, even if the desire is strong. I will allow you that grace for letting me out of that hellhole.” 

[themcsingsofstars]

Their jagged maw, hidden beneath their mask, parted with another slew of words---

"What? Why are you not bowing? You should be bowing, or quivering in fear or something like that." Aishya waved one of their claws lazily, wrist limp. More so just body language that showed they very much weren't concerned with whatever was going on outside of the little room that had held their pretty little prison for a few centuries.

The hungry kitsune took a moment to scan over the mortal flesh that had released them. Small. Pale looking, with hair as white as snow. A sight that maybe would have entranced any other beast for its sheer uniqueness...but not Aishya. White and silver colorations were reserved for zenkos amongst their kind, and while the person in front of them was clearly not a kitsune, yokai, or oni in any way, shape or form, the coloration still sent a heated flare of disdain blooming through their breast, threatening to burn their crimson kimono to ash. "Well, what-" It was all they were allowed to get out before the human was looking away from their greatness to the nearest window, a flicker of something akin to worry dancing around in deep brown orbs.

Get back in the pot.

Aishya reared their head back, ears flattening in both confusion and annoyance. "Get back inside? Are you loosing your mind in the presence of my divinity?" They garbled, flailing one of their clawed hands around in the air. "Why in the heavens or on the earth would I-?" Something sputtered outside. A sound unfamiliar to them. Low, and strangely metallic. The smell of smoke flooded their senses, pointed ears swiveling to the left and then the right. Oh. Oh. There was something outside. Something they were unfamiliar with, and that was a slightly unsettling thought for a being that had walked through the void, had seen every creature and spirit this stupid little realm had to offer.

"Ah! I see!" The kitsune declared proudly, hands on their hips. "You're protecting your god! A wise decision! You will be rewarded greatly for your efforts--- if you bring me to safety!"

That part needed to be added. There was no way in all the hells they would slip back into their silver desolation if they were getting left behind to rot for another millennia. But, they relented, and in a puff of sparkling red smoke, slipped back inside the pot. Hesitantly trusting whatever their new slave had in mind.

@swingbakuraryou

There was a time that was so long ago now and yet felt like it wasn’t that long ago at all for them, when grandmothers would pull their young ones close and whisper tales of the great beast who was so hungry, that it was rumored they wanted to swallow the stars and become stronger than any other creature. And though their reach was great and their ambitions high, they could not not reach the lights above in the black. In their frustration, they turned to eat other things to satiate their appetite, and not just for power.

The lives of those that once walked the earth before made a worthy substitute.

The grandmothers would warn the children that the Devil Fox, one of the names they had come to be known as to the mortals that knew of their existence, would snatch them away and steal their breath if they wandered far from the eyes of the parents. Which was a lie.

After all, how could one do any harm when they had been trapped in a silver prison for a few hundred years?

Aishya tittered softly to themselves, fiddling with the heavy chains of their bindings. The world around them was black, empty and yet solid at the same time, like waving a hand through thick smoke. And of course there was the…silver walls. A warped mirror around them, reminding them of their failure. It wasn’t a bad view, no. Aishya took great pride in their appearance; A crimson robe covered their tall body, long black arms that had no proper fingers, only claws, tugging at the chains that kept them bound to the silver, their hair, ears and tails the color of rust. That is to say a dull orangish brown with speckles of gray and black. 

And, of course, the mask. A dark wooden mask that resembled a fox, yes, but very…abstract, with jagged teeth sticking out of the edges of its false snout and a spiral carved into the center of the forehead. 

Aishya paused, rubbing the chained metal collar around their neck, staring at their false face. It felt sometimes like…it was mocking them. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” They hissed to their own reflection, all four tails bristling in agitation. Ah, all this time alone surely was driving them batty, it seemed. 

But then the unthinkable happened.

A sliver of light appeared above them, a crack that allowed in the first sunlight they had seen in almost a century. 

Someone was opening the kettle. Releasing them from their cage! Their chains snapped and crumbled into nothing, and Aishya let out a delighted cackle as their power bubbled in their chest and spread through their veins, blooming like a flower in the springtime. In a puff of red smoke, they emerged from the kettle that had cursed them, claws on their hips, surveying the world around them– and who had freed them.

“Kekeke! And who do I owe the wonderful pleasure of my presence to, eh? Don’t worry, you don’t need to bow before my divinity, even if the desire is strong. I will allow you that grace for letting me out of that hellhole.” 

[themcsingsofstars]

yooo. as always, i'm too lazy to work on a self promo right now plus would just rather focus on finally doing some writing over here !! so like or reblog this if you'd be interested in writing with a sorta horror-themed multimuse blog featuring characters from SPN, RE, TWD, asoiaf & marvel and i'll check out your blog / follow you so we can start interacting. :D p.s. not new to tumblr and have roleplayed most of these characters before btw, preferred writing style is para / multi-para & i will be not writing with minors.

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the moon doth smile upon thee

an indie mutuals only roleplay multimuse for fandom based ocs and canon characters. created by anubis. follows from personal @shim0stan

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