[melamemea]

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

[afigitis]

Dorian does not understand the concept of rest. He pushes his body past his breaking point frequently because he feels he has to be perfect for everyone whose counting on him. What kind of Storyteller would he be if he couldn't do his job of helping stories find their ending and collecting the books that escape the library?

Well.... not much right now given the fact he keeps forcing himself beyond his means.

[au-rp-prompts-blog]

Send me ⊗ for 3+ headcanons about your muse and mine.

[afigitis]

❝  gemiya,  i  have  an  assignment  for  you.    ❞  it  wasn't  often  that  the  storyteller  was  so  forward  and  direct  on  the  subject.  under  usual  circumstances,  he'd  personally  prefer  to  handle  assignments  on  his  own  rather  than  give  them  out.  they  were  primarily  his  responsibility,  but  this  situation....  it  was  beyond  just  him  right  now.  he  had  another  more  pressing  case  to  handle,  and  his  assistant  wasn't  available  to  undertake  it-  so,  it  was  left  to  gemiya  if  she  was  comfortable  with  it.  worse  still,  she  wasn't  the  type  to  turn  down  if  it  was  something  from  him  or  cyrus.

dorian  was  sitting  at  his  desk,  several  files  spread  across  his  desk.  all  the  files  were  bound  in  leather  and  had  a  lock  on  them,  preventing  them  from  being  opened  by  anyone  but  authorized  individuals.  most  magicks  wouldn't  work  on  it.  one  had  to  have  the  correct  key.  for  now,  the  files  would  remain  locked  and  closed  until  it  was  absolutely  necessary  for  the  exchange  of  information.  

❝  if  you  have  the  time.  i  understand  this  being  short  notice.  i  wouldn't  want  to  inconvenience  you,  if  you  were  busy.    ❞

@starsines

[afigitis]

bold all that apply to your muse  , memories of my childhood edition… tw, contains mentions of abuse / neglect / death / trauma

scraped knees,  silent tears in a locked room,  slamming doors,  pervasive loneliness,  a dog barking,  rain on a metal roof,  flinching at movement,  the creak of an old house,  forced laughter,  wandering in the dark woods,  wondering how you made it through,  sudden loss,  trying to make sense of the noise,  hiding what you love to protect it,  trying to explain but your words falter, invaded privacy,  confusion at the pain,  running barefoot in the grass,  wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing,  realizing you aren’t a priority,   grass stains on white clothing,  trying to earn love you will never have,  being threatened over the smallest mistake,  secrets you are warned not to share,  the feeling of never being good enough,  the hope things might someday get better,  grief that aches in your bones,  childish dares and pranks,  the sense that your body isn’t yours,  shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry,  sledding down a frozen hill,  absentmindedly following snakes through the grass,  punching a tree until your knuckles bleed,  tears over every dead creature you find,  searching out small places you can hide… just in case,  climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you,  the feeling of something tainted under your skin,  a curious child told to stop asking,  floral dresses,  body tensing at approaching footsteps,  anger with nowhere to go,  brief escapes from the chaos,  the purr of a contented cat, taking the blame to keep the peace,  being told you’re too sensitive,  the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

[afigitis]

Are you a Soldier, Poet, or King.

The Poet

"There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue" Loneliness. Strength. Joy. You are powerful, but struggle believing it. You think you're not enough. Here's the truth : you are. You sing songs and hope they carry faith, because you have run out if it, and yet you still throw your heart out to the world and hope it makes it through. You convince yourself that pain is art because at least then, you will always have something to create. You are tired of stumbling through life. You dream of a ground you can stand on. One day, you will dance. Your love is where you feel - without fear. Art : The Desperate Man, Gustave Courbet

[afigitis]

“ did you actually aim for that? ” + They swivel their head back from around the corner— just barely dodging a projectile shot their way.

“Or are you just that unlucky?” Or are they just that unlucky?

❝    i  wouldn't  be  standing  there  if  i  were  you.  ❞  the  storyteller  says  with  his  voice  firm,  placing  the  handgun  he'd  been  using  back  into  the  holster  under  his  shirt  once  he  put  it  back  on  safety.  they'd  run  out  of  time  for  this  particular  mission-  not  every  book  recovery  was  a  resounding  success;  so  they'd  have  to  leave  and  regroup.  sadly,  they'd  made  too  much  of  a  lasting  print  in  the  surface  world  so  it  needed  to  be  burned  away.

that's  why  he'd  shot  the  lamp  that  was  near  by.  oil  had  shot  everywhere,  and  somehow  none  of  it  had  landed  on  jay.  consider  it  that  a  blessing  in  it's  own  right  because  it  would  have  made  the  situation  much  worse  if  his  apprentice  had  been  injured.  no,  dorian  was  very  deliberate  in  choosing  this  route.  there  was  a  door  behind  them  and  they  just  needed  to  let  this  particular  room  catch  fire  and  burn  away  all  of  their  prints.  if  someone  died,  that  wasn't  their  problem.

❝    back  behind  me  towards  the  rear exterior door.  ❞  dorian  says  this  firmly,  leaving  no  room  for  argument  as  he  began  to  knock  down  a  bookshelf  in  the  way  of  the  started  fire  so  it'd  feed  it  more.  the  books,  sadly,  would  have  to  be  sacrificed  to  aid  their  escape.  he'd  honor  them  later.  the  objective  was  to  get  out  and  hold  off  their  pursuers.

❝  holly  is  waiting  for  us  two blocks down  with  a  taxi.  i'll  make  sure  you  aren't  followed.     ❞

[afigitis]

angst meme

been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone | loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | felt used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying

[afigitis]

stardew valley dorian.

young dorian (basil) / older dorian

[afigitis]

what emotion do you create from?

You create from alienation

There is a distance not only between yourself and others, but between yourself and what you are expected to be, yourself and your own humanity. Your honest self feels too divorced from what it should be for it to have any place among everyone else. Your art is an expression of your estrangement from normalcy and other's expectations. It is strange and shocking because you feel that is what you are when you are not pretending to be otherwise. You do not create things to be pretty or pleasing to others, but to be raw and confusing. You have always felt different, so you want to create things that are remarkably different from the norm. It is an expression of your own strangeness, which seems to have no place but in your art. Your work is a sanctuary for everything that alienates you from the world at large.

[afigitis]

Small hands tug at one of the storyteller's own, empty green eyes staring up at him until he looks at her. When he does, young Chamyle points at the water down the dock. No one is there whatsoever and yet. "There's another red cat in the water. I can't get her out."

❝ hm? ❞   he'd  been  sitting  on  a  bench  while  chamyle  had  been  playing  in  the  area.  he'd  promise  her  parental  figures  that  he'd  watch  her  for  a  little  while.  he  didn't  mind  doing  this  when  he  came  to  visit  the  former  archivist,  now  turned  beast  kin.  she  wasn't  so  different  than  when  she  was  young  when  they  first  met...  though  there  was  a  considerable  less  burden  to  her.  that  inward  curiosity  she  had  about  the  world  more  outward  now  that  she  wasn't  being  held  to  obligations.  she  could  just  be  a  child.

the  storyteller  looked  towards  the  dock,  closing  the  book  and  setting  it  down  on  the  bench  before  breaking  into  a  sprint  at  the  idea  of  there  being  another  cat  that  was  potentially  drowning.  he  hadn't  heard  any  splashing  but  it  could  have  obviously  have  been  fatigue  taking  over  the  poor.  ❝  where  did  you  see  them  last?  ❞      he  says,  rolling  the  sleeves  up  on  his  shirt  quickly  while  scanning  the  dock,  ready  to  have  to  jump  in  the  water  if  it  required  doing  so.  

[mcflymemes]

TREASURE PLANET (2002) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the disney film, adjust as necessary

you're gonna rattle the stars.

now you listen to me, [name]. you got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course.

look at you, glowing like a solar fire.

you're something special, [name].

let me make this as... monosyllabic as possible.

how did i describe them?

i said something rather good this morning before coffee.

there you go. poetry.

i'm an astronomer, not a doctor!

i am a doctor, but i'm not that kind of doctor. i have a doctorate. it's not the same thing. you can't help people with a doctorate.

you just sit there and you're useless.

i won't bore you with my scars.

oh shut up. you know i don't mean a word of it.

i'm starting to see my life pass in front of my eyes.

you have wonderful eyes.

yes, you. i have a question.

is it that your body is too massive for your teeny-tiny head, or is it that your head is too teeny-tiny for your big fat body?

i have one more question.

is this yours?

well, this has been a fun day.

without the map, we're dead.

if we try to leave, we're dead.

what a joke.

at least you taught me something.

that's just what i'm gonna do.

you still don't know how to pick your fights.

are you saying this because it's the right thing, or because you really want to go?

playing games, are we?

thanks for the lift, guys.

don't mention it.

this is the answer to all our problems!

don't you remember? all those stories?

would you please explain how ridiculous this is?

it's totally preposterous! traversing the galaxy alone!

now at last we hear some sense.

you flatter me, [name].

i feel like such a useless weakling.

stay out of trouble!

that was more fun than i ever want to have again.

so... uh. how'd that happen anyway?

i've got two new friends i'd like you to meet.

are your parents around?

i've got some plans to make people see me a little different.

sometimes plans go astray.

you take care now.

this should be a wonderful opportunity for the two of us to get to know one another.

with the greatest possible respect, zip your howling screamer.

we're about to get under way!

i'll follow you.

you know the rules.

maybe your ears don't work so well.

i just don't want to see you throw away your entire future.

i don't know how you manage it.

did you actually aim for that?

what is all this stuff?

wait wait wait! what about the treasure?

i don't want to lose you.

i'll make you proud.

i'm sorry, my memory isn't what it used to be.

i say we kill them all now.

all my life, i've been waiting for an opportunity like this.

[dark-romantics]

do you still perform autopsies on conversations you’ve had long ago?

Autopsy: Thirteen Ways of Looking at Thirteen by Donte Collins

[afigitis]

MORALITY CHALLENGE  !   Bold all the things your muse has done (will / would do is in italics, bolded italics means they’ve done it before and will probably do it again)

murder / manslaughter / assault / robbery / breaking & entering / theft / embezzlement / money-laundering / kidnapping / torture / blackmail / arson / trespassing / treason / libel or slander / obstruction of justice / lying to law enforcement / creation of a weapon / espionage / riot / escape from lawful custody / contempt of court / public intoxication / conspiracy / accessory to a crime / harboring a fugitive / bribery / perjury under oath / resisting arrest / identity theft / corporate fraud / tax fraud / document forgery / destruction of evidence / assassination / counterfeiting / sale of a controlled substance / purchase of a controlled substance / failure to pay child support / hacking crimes / threat / pick-pocketing / shoplifting.

[afigitis]

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ?

for the greater good

Perhaps  you  do  not  believe  what  you  are  doing  can  truly  be  classified  as  evil.  Perhaps  some  people  will  be  hurt  from  the  immediate  consequences  of  your  actions,  but  what  the  masses  fail  to  see  is  the  immense  good  that  will  come  of  your  plans.  Maybe  you  act  in  the  name  of  science,  or  for  your  people  who  have  fallen  on  great  tragedy.  Maybe  you  see  cracks  in  a  failing  system  and  want  to  uproot  it  through  chaotic,  destructive  means  to  avoid  greater  tragedy  down  the  line.  Maybe  you're  just  in  with  a  bad  crowd,  but  you  can't  leave  them,  no  matter  how  unsavory  their  intentions,  because  they're  your  only  ticket  to  your  ultimate  goals.  No  matter  what,  your  goals  are  noble,  and  you  take  no  joy  in  wreaking  havoc  or  hurting  those  in  your  way,  but  the  evils  you  partake  in  are  necessary.  If  you  need  to  play  the  bad  guy  to  ensure  a  better  future,  then  you  are  willing  to  play  that  part.

[jupiter-suggestion]

you're always saying the same thing. stuttering hands, stammering lips, a droning repetition cast into an uncaring abyss.

[afigitis]

❝ trust me, i ain’t no hero. ❞ (Caaaaaaammy c:)

❝            are  you  attempting  to  detour  me?  because  i  can  assure  you,  it's  not  going  to  work  that  easily.      ❞  he  knew  cam  was  not  a  hero.  she  had  some  of  the  characteristics  that  matched,  but  not  the  perfect  fit.  a  lot  of  it  came  down  to  her  self  belief  as  well  which  influenced  the  world  around  her,  as  well  as  her  worldly  connections.

❝        i  prefer  to  follow  the  unconventional  path  with  my  main  characters.  most  hero's  in  stories,  that  i've  come  to  realize,  don't  get  satisfying  endings.  there's  a  sacrifice  there  thats  done  for  plot  reasons  rather  than  for  the  hero's  ultimate  benefit  in  the  end.  how  often  is  it  that  you've  seen  a  hero  have  a  happy  ending  and  it  be  rewarding?  it's.....  Tired.              ❞  the  storyteller  adjusts  his  glasses,  flipping  through  the  pages  of  the  book  he's  got  settled  on  his  lap  and  pauses  focusing  on  the  first  paragraph  on  the  following  page.

❝        truthfully,  i'm  glad  you  are  not  a  heroine.  it  must  come  to  be  such  a  shame  for  you,  since  i  enjoy  your  company  quite  a  bit  and  have  come  to  believe  you  deserve  something  better  than  that  treatment.  you're  something  more  to  being  a  chosen  one  or  a  rebel.  something  that  pushes  things  forward  rather  than  being  the  anchor.  better  than  a  damsel  in  distress  and  much  better  than  a  heroine,  i  assure  you.        ❞