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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING
Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses. Send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent). Send ��� for a song that reminds me of our muses. Send 👋 for three things that describe our muses relationship. Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours. Send 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse (with the other muse/mun’s permission). Send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them. Send 💤 for my muse to say something about yours in their sleep. Send 📖 for my muse to read out an entry in their journal/diary about yours. Send ✉ for a written letter from my muse. Send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours. Send 🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours. Send 🍺 for my muses drunk reaction around yours. Send 💰 for your muse to ask mine for money. Send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours. Send 👀 for my muse to compliment yours Send 💋 for how my muse would seduce/flirt with yours. Send 👏 and what your muse will do to fluster mine. Send 😙 for my muse’s reaction to yours being super affectionate. Send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets involving yours. Send 😶 and my muse will confess to something they wish they didn’t do that affected your muse.
#( 𓆩⚔𓆪 ; sermons - meme friday)#puts this here quietly. ive been neglecting this old fucker my bad.#we do not need to have interacted previously for you to send one of these. <3
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hi everyone...! i'm fox, or ceej, or really whatever else you want to call me. i'm 26, i hate pronouns*, and i honestly despise the ordeal of being known but, like the vast majority of humans, simultaneously seek meaningful interpersonal connection or whatever. i've been in and out of The Big Tumblr Roleplays since about 2010, and at isola specifically i've written "michael" the distortion (tma) and for a very brief time red (pokemon). most importantly, i have a perfect tabby cat named peppersteak.
if you want to and are over 18, you can also find me on twitter or my personal tumblr. happy monday...! <3
(*ETA: you may use they/thon/he/it/whatever really for linguistic convenience. it's totally cool with me.)
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Herakles, Euripides (tr. Tom Sleigh)
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@originskey said: 💐 send me 💐 for an imagined perfume based on your muse (accepting)
right to die EDP
notes: bitter dark chocolate, lit copal incense, faded white birch and cedarwood from days past, smoky oud, and a lash of cold steel
#( 𓆩⚔𓆪 ; SERMONS - ASK RESPONSE )#( 𓆩⚔𓆪 ; SERMONS - OOC )#thanks for sending! i want to wear him :')
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send me 💐 for an imagined perfume based on your muse
#( 𓆩⚔𓆪 ; SERMONS - MEME FRIDAY )#( 𓆩⚔𓆪 ; SERMONS - OOC )#the visual aesthetic one was tempting but i really Love doing this for characters...as specific as it is
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light-imperfected
Gabriel ignores the mortal’s annoyance. He gets it a lot. “You must be fed up about something. I’ve not seen you around before, mortal; what were you up to before you got here? Must’ve been important, by the looks of it.” His voice has no mockery in it, but you never know how mortals will react to the reverb.
He regards the armor-clad figure with cool suspicion. The incredible nonchalance with which he’s being referred to as a ‘mortal’ is, put simply, alarming (and, put honestly, nauseating); though not quite as much as the brilliant halo and wings jutting from him. It would be particularly foolish for Belos to take alleged symbols of faith at face value. It would also be particularly foolish of him to begin ignoring the benefits of an acquaintance of genuine belief.
“Is having been uprooted and deposited here like an animal into a zoo not enough to be fed up about?” His voice is light; even the sardonicism is delicate. He pauses for a moment, his face softening before he continues. "It was important - for me, and for my realm.”
“You don't seem a stranger to significance yourself."
#light-imperfected01#ultrakill 'lying my ass off to gabriel' secret ending world record speedrun could be achieved within this thread
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once you're stripped clean, what's at your core?
animal intuition
loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize (oops). to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.
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“Kratos,” he repeats after his new acquaintance, smiling amicably as he’s guided through the library. There’s a sort of definitive strength to the name that certainly does give an impression of power. He isn't asked for his name in turn. Instead, the man asks him a simple question; casual, even. Philip swallows his suspicion, keeping it in his gut rather than on his face.
“You could consider me a newer arrival. But I am curious about this place. There are many things here that I had never considered possible.”
Things that disturb him, primarily; the more he learns about this realm, the more derelict his situation begins to seem. He glances expectantly at Kratos, a small smile still in place.
“And how long have you been here, to be so familiar with the academia?”
@witchescourge, from here!
"Beings of myth..."
Almost reluctantly, Kratos stands, putting his other books away in his pack. The tea is simply taken with him.
(Making paper cups and canteens in this era... very convenient. That's a particular invention he'll not take for granted again.)
"This way."
Nonchalant as he is, the seraph is assessing the other carefully.
"Kratos."
Simple answer.
"Are you curious about what's already here, or a new arrival trying to prepare?"
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grimflyer
“ oh! i found this book about the local fauna online--- ” he immediately sets to work leafing through the closest shelf, tracing every spine with a light touch as he scans the titles, “ ---and it talks about all the animals at that reserve in the city of glass! ”
he plucks a book from among the many, cracking it open gently to offer one of its pages to flapjack, who perches at his shoulder. it isn't the one he's looking for, but it illustrated a pretty strange looking creature called a “ squid ”.
“ haha! weird. ”
“ a lot of the animals at the unnatural wildlife reserve look like they could be from the boiling isles. ” numerous eyes and mouths, elongated limbs, amorphous bodies, some literally on fire--- these were textbook, “ maybe i'll find wolves in there too! ”
the prospect of finally seeing one in the wild spurs his search, and after returning the book to its place, hunter moves further into the store. systematically he inspects each shelf, and after a few moments, he excitedly pulls out a thick book, bound in old black hide, the title embossed in silver upon its cover. flipping through its pages, he takes note of every stain, every withered edge--- it's seen a few decades at least. after checking the price, he's satisfied, and brings it to the counter.
with the book now in his possession, he clutches it tightly to his chest, and steps back out onto the street.
you seem happy, the palisman remarks with a twitter.
it gives hunter pause, and his smile fades, something thoughtful in its stead.
“ i... think i know who i am now, flap. or... at least who i wanna be. ” he parses through his feelings carefully. they're... complicated, and a lot, but... he thinks he understands them now. with that glimmer of hope, a smile cautiously returns to his features, “ ... huh. i guess... i am happy. ”
In the bookshop’s window, for the briefest of seconds, his own reflection is all he sees. Then his eyes adjust to the transparency of the glass, and his double gives way to his brother’s. He’s just standing there, looking through the books and smiling. And then Philip finds himself smiling, too. It is funny that this one has forgotten so thoroughly where he comes from (dirt, gold, calculations, things stolen and harvested).
He would have to have forgotten, to smile with such little care after what he's done.
The unmissable red of that false animal flutters around his wayward creation again and his smile flickers, dies, for a moment. It would be so easy to grab it and kill her, before either of them realize he’s right here. His breathing remains steady as he turns this fact over in his mind, and his steady breathing evens the turning of his stomach from having to look at the rotten thing.
Patience is oft rewarded.
His hands reach up to loosen his hair from its tie.
By the time the sound of the bell marking the grimwalker’s exit rings its delicate chime, a cold surety has settled over Belos. Relief and concern wash over his expression as if he feels them.
“Hunter.”

“It’s really you.” His voice is raked with the vulnerability and affliction of someone who has been searching for his family, swelling with emotion that doesn’t exist. It’s the bloom of a root of cold focus. The hand that lands lightly on Hunter’s arm, as if to make sure he’s real, is so much gentler than his intentions; as gentle as he has ever been towards this Golden Guard.
#*finally with shaking hands pulls the trigger*#hi thanks so so much for your patience. happy new year. :''-)#grimflyer 01#child abuse / jic#animal death (thinking)#stalking / almost forgot that one.#wanna cry over the squid and wolf thing hes perfect. btw. my god.
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flaws.
moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive
strengths.
honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective (of himself) | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny
skills & hobbies.
art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | hunting | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | whittling
#( 𓆩⚔𓆪 ; SERMONS - MEME FRIDAY )#( 𓆩⚔𓆪 ; sermons - ooc )#look at his little collection of flaws...cute
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The mouth of the alleyway is thin and dark, framed in browning ivy, and it feels private enough that this is where he waits. He’s watching the bar across the street, air bored and eyes attentive for the man he was told to meet here. Focused as he is, he doesn’t notice the emergence from under his shoe until they’re halfway formed - and then there he is; grand huntsman; celestial child; mentor; almost equal parts guileful and gullible. And, apparently, still in one piece after his great fall.
“Collector.”
By the time Belos is at the last syllable of their name, an appeasing smile has taken over his initial reaction ( tight brows, mouth too downward. ) He’s quite certain The Collector knows he’s annoyed with the sudden arrival, to say nothing of the impromptu song about his ethics; they don’t need to see that annoyance on his face. And already a clinging aspiration has started to grow alongside it. Despite what the Collector's appearance means, if navigated correctly, this reunion could be auspicious.
“What an unexpected surprise.” There’s a fondness in how he speaks that sits in perfect tandem with the detached way his eyes look up at the shadow stretched across worn cement of the wall. “You’re still...upset with me, I gather?”
@witchescourge —
Excitement and anger do a two-step dance in the belly of The Collector as they see a familiar silhouette paint the walls of an empty alleyway, and though their eyes flash a brilliant glow at the prospect of having some semblance of familiarity in this world, they fall dull almost instantly — and back alight, this time with annoyance.
His form melts seamlessly into the walls as he takes on a more familiar appearance ( at least to the traitor ) and The Collector becomes one with the shadows. In this two-dimensional state, he knows that the false Emperor cannot hurt him, and without the disc to be trapped within…
He appears from beneath Philip’s heel, slowly looming as he takes place of his shadow on the wall in the dim, flickering lights.
“Cheater, cheater!” sings the child, voice echoing upon the walls. “Shouldn’t be here!”
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She’s gotten used to this world. In many ways, it is less hostile than the Boiling Isles, barring a few temporary incidents. What she hasn’t gotten used to is the suspense. The not knowing... and the knowing, that at any moment her everyday life could be interrupted as she’s plunged back into the chaos which had been made of her home.
Eclipses are a regular occurrence here: so frequent, and so without warning, as to be astronomically impossible. And still, with each one Lilith feels a stab of profound terror. As if this time, it really could be the end.
And then she shrugs it off and carries on with her business.
She is no stranger to terror, after all.
It follows her wherever she goes. A dark, haunting presence—repulsive, but welcoming in its familiarity. Even when she’s alone, she can’t shake the feeling of being watched. Of being judged. Isn’t that what she asked for? And isn’t it what she deserves?

She thinks it might be her imagination: a hallucination brought on by a lack of sleep. Her half-curse acting up, not for the first time, straining against her connection to reality.
But then he turns around.
The false prophet, red-handed. The most important man in the world. She has thrown his name around so freely in the past, but now under his freezing gaze she cannot even think to utter it.
For the longest time, she kept asking herself: what if he was telling the truth? What if she’s the one who’s wrong, like she always was? What if it was not only him, but the Titan who would punish her betrayal? The fear sits, rotting in her stomach. It’s been there longer than she’s been aware of it.
But there is also an anger. Her lip curls in a snarl, as she holds her staff out in front of her. It may only be good as a blunt weapon, but he should know well enough to recognize that as a threat.
“You.” She has one advantage, in the form of the gaping pit at the Emperor’s back. The void is hungry. She advances, a bold step forward, looks him in the eyes and prays to whoever’s listening that she doesn’t lose her nerve.
She seems, for a moment, as appalled to see him as he is her, and this gives him a sort of buoyancy against the apprehension of her simply being here.
“Lilith,” he says in turn, a frozen smile forming around her name.
She is a traitor by the abysmal nature of her birth and by the rules of fate; yet not so many days ago, a smile like this would have brought the witch to her knees in eager subservience.
Here and now, she advances on him, staff held forward like a physical threat. He brings his own staff into view; the wood under his hands is not yet familiar to him, an assigned toy rather than an object crafted by his own standards, but he knows well that in the end these things don’t come down to the material of the tool. They come down to the hand that wields.
And while Lilith’s hand is capable enough ( he sees the work of it in every one of his true reflections ), his is the hand of that which hunts her.
Belos keeps his eyes on the witch as he begins to take a few steady steps sideways rather than forward, as if to edge himself out from between her and the seemingly bottomless hole behind him. He hopes in some small way she gets closer still and he can send her plummeting, before she can do the same to him.
“Are you sure you want to do this? Things can be different here, you know. The Titan is not beyond granting second chances.”
#curseshared 01#kill him hurt him bite him bite bite <3#'the false prophet red handed the most important man in the world' im insane btw. 'but there is also an anger' aaaah
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Clementine von Radics, James
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WHAT IS YOUR FANTASY LOVE LANGUAGE ?
revenge quest
for years, they've been training for this. this is it. the final quest. they're finally ready to take back what is theirs and fulfill all their vows. they're ready for revenge. and you? you're just there to support them. what's their pain is your pain, what's their quest is your quest.
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𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟸𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
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@venaturus said: "There must be something you fear."
"I just don't have the time for " Twenty Questions " right now, Collector," he says, barely giving a dismissive glance to the childlike entity.
"Maybe tomorrow."
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@light-imperfected said: "You look bitter."
“...So I’ve been told.”
This one mocks him in a multi-layered voice. Don’t they all have anything better to do?
#( 𓆩⚔𓆪 ; SERMONS - ASK RESPONSE )#light-imperfected#thank you. getting this twice back to back was delightful
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