❛ I am a god amongst 𝓶𝓮𝓷, yet here I stand, —
— a man amongst 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓼. ❜
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❛ I am a god amongst 𝓶𝓮𝓷, yet here I stand, —
— a man amongst 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓼. ❜
independent & selective oc as written by nero.
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nexarerum:
Though, he already seemed irked from even existing in this realm. Gabriella had no doubt he had to be someone important, especially in a dark world, something she couldn’t comprehend (at least not yet). She didn’t really fight him as he took the book, by all means, she was sure it was his to begin with. Well, at least she was right, so she shouldn’t waste his time then? Then her wish.. would be?..
She bit her lip some as she mulled over her thoughts as she looked up at him, getting a little lost in those golden pools for a moment, before coming up with a proper answer. “I know.. you don’t want me wasting any more of your time but.. would it.. be okay if I asked you to be my friend?” It was an odd request. Anyone could’ve asked for riches, or for anything else in the world, but here she was asking for companion ship!
“..I-It’s.. just hard making friends.. and I um…” Gabriella toyed with her fingers. “..I thought.. you were pretty cool and you seem.. fun to hang out with maybe?” Yeah, she definitely sounded a little off her rocker there, didn’t she?
Alcyons gaze sweeps over the book , held firmly between obsidian claws, as if dropping it would invoke another idiot calling for him. Such a tiresome thing it was to listen some pitiful humans cry and whine about what wish they had - as if Alcyon was such a merciful god doing things out of kindness. The book is tossed into a tear that opens in space, inside a pitch black where the god could take care of it later on. Most likely burn it. Maybe twice just to be sure.
He wanted to get this over with, quick. Find something to entertain him as his usual schedule was. Not that he needed to look - the girls voice clear as she stared at him with big eyes.
“Your friend.”
His lips feel foreign repeating her words and wish , expression bewildered and lips twitching ever so slightly before Alcyon finally burst out laughing.
“𝐌𝐞? Your 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 ? You who has no concept of who I am or what I can do?” , laughter turns into a manic chuckle before squatting down in front of Gabriella and supporting his chin with black hands and head tilting to the left while lips pulled into a broad smirk. “I am very cool indeed.” , his voice is like molten gold , a deep pleased purr.
“You're a 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 one. I’ll grant your wish.”
𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.
bold — always applies. italic — sometimes applies. strike — never applies / hard limit.
❛ I am a god amongst 𝓶𝓮𝓷, yet here I stand, —
— a man amongst 𝓰𝓸𝓭𝓼. ❜
independent & selective oc as written by nero.
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“Let’s settle this, mano a mano.”
♦ |||| 4th Lord Karl Heisenberg |||| ♦ |||| Indie, selective, headcanon-based, mutuals only |||| ♦ |||| Written & loved by L. ||||
Rules | About Est: 5/25/2021
// I’ll come into DM’s for plotting - and also finish drafts tomorrow.
irxnsteed:
Hands fold into his coat pockets, a brow furrowed when he comes to notice that it isn’t the back of the man he’ll be seeing but instead its the front. This isn’t the leave that Heisenberg had expected the other to take.
“In case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t a circus.” He cocks a brow, anger tucked between the corners of his lips - his tongue held by the clench of his teeth. Who the fuck does this creature think it is? One of Mother Miranda’s muppets come to spoil his fun? Heisenberg doesn’t trust the stranger before him, he doesn’t trust them and he sure as hell doesn’t plan on entertaining them (not lest he’s get Strum do the job for him).
Heisenberg circles the room now, steps carefully evading the other, his senses all too aware of the invasiveness of the other. This is his domain, his home and as of now - his territory is being tested by another. A wolf howls inside, the rabid dog kept firmly on a leash now teased with the pull of rage that comes from the other’s taunting.
“What do you want? And more importantly, what’re you gonna give me? This better be good.”
The Factory is not the first place one thought of when it came to comfort, but it was warm enough for the winged man to stick around to - and the obvious interest held in the lord that paced the room underneath Alcyons watchful gaze. Better than the freezing, boring cold that laid waste to the village and the howling lycans.
A part of him enjoys this in a sick way, the anger in his voice - the way a wolf bared its teeth and growled defending its territory. But oh, he had sharp teeth on his own, and in a way he wondered how the other would taste. Just a small bite, a nibble - that's all.
“Are you deaf?” , he retorts as clawed fingers move through black locks with a heavy sigh. “Entertainment. I already made that clear , did I not?”
He tires of sitting still, of letting the other circle around him as if looking for an opportunity to strike. Golden eyes are fixed onto the other, the hint of a smile that sits ever so crooked on his lips as he approaches , a slow stalk while arms spread out onto his sides in an almost welcoming manner.
“Whatever, you need to kill that old Hag. Some Weapons, Parts - Bodies. Speak free your wishes, I’m quite kind , so I am told.”
[[ sorry for dropping off this blog for a while, mental health as usual has been a bitch and I also get distracted/hyperfixate and man,,, sometimes I get anxious about Alcy. I’m just used to bad experiences on him so I always worry. ]]
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❛ I 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 keep my promises. ❜
Indie. Selective & Mutuals only — Ethan Winters from Resident Evil.
I may or may not have actually went trough with making that ethan blog , meaning I really just did two fucking blogs in one day - its a wip but hey
sturdymind:
Fight, huh? Heisenberg had to chuckle at that, though the noise did die inside his throat just about a second later as he huffed, gritting his teeth together in pain. He could feel - and see - blood dripping from his face to the snow below him, tinting the surface a deep, dark red.
His glasses were gone - lost somewhere while he’d mutated into his cybernetic form. Coming back down from that high, now human again, he had to - somehow - get his shit back together and endure that excrutiating ache that would continue to burn inside his body for quite a while.
“Enjoying your disgusting meal, huh.” Words pressed out between a clenched jaw he stood, his heart racing inside his chest, vision blurry for a moment. A hand reached out to lean against a nearby pile of rubble, to help him keep his heavy frame up as his grey hues looked the zoo critter over.
“Give me my hat back, will ya?”
Tongue swiping over fresh blood that had collected on his lips, he gives the other a pointed glare, golden orbs that glowed ever so slightly in the settling darkness , the only light illuminating around them being burning wood and bodies.
“Want to have a 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 of victory as well?” , he offers sickly sweet, knowing that the former lord would refuse such. Not that there was anything left, no . Alcyon had made a quick meal out of Miranda’s heart, the last remaining piece that the god had wanted for himself.
He is not cruel enough to withhold the hat from the man, it had no value to him - merely his body. And that was something Alcyon would get with time , time of which he has 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 enough.
Stepping forward, the god places the item back to where it belonged and eyed Heisenberg before nodding - pleased with the placement. But not without swiping a claw over the man's lips , collecting the 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 there and extending a tongue to taste the others' 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 upon obsidian claw.
“What is your plan next , hm? I suppose you don’t plan on dying here. You might get moving then, worlds not 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 for you.”
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It was… over. Somehow. He - no, they had managed to kill Miranda. Her last scream had echoed through the forest, the mountains, the fields before finally vanishing into thin air, like the rest of her sorry existence which broke apart like she was made of pure dust and dirt.
And now? Things were… Well. Silent. Different, but the same.
Karl was… free. Finally. Bitch Miranda was gone, no one was left behind to keep him inside his golden cage. His army had done their work, that weird zoo critter had held his word. All had went well.
“Fuck.” Besides him being hurt, of course. He hadn’t expected to get out of that fight without any injuries, but… Mutating came with a cost. His body hurt, burned like someone had set his veins on fire, the aftermath of turning into a cybernetic creature and then turning back into his human form.
He hadn’t used his crazy ass metal mutation for decades. And he knew damn well why.
Her form whisked away by wind like ash - carrying with it the smell of smoke , her dying scream an echo around the clearing and leaving only scrap metal and blood around what had once been the leader of a quaint village was now nothing more than 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 left.
Alcyon could pity her, truly - their reasoning similar, although she lacked the manpower to do so. But with her death, the black haired was one step closer to achieving his own 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥𝐬. A hum resonates deep inside the gods' chest as he makes way to the victor of this fight, golden gaze sweeping over various wounds with strands of black hair occupying his vision.
“ My, my... You got some 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 left in you. “ , his voice an amused purr , obsidian claws stretched around leather - the man's hat in his hand , lost in between the fighting.
Brows are pulled high,whatever smile is held by the gods lips feels off , not right. Not with viscera and blood splattered across his frame and lips. A true taste of victory that is coated on his tongue, the thick iron taste of blood and 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.
HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CARRY EMOTIONS?
Rules: please repost, don’t reblog! Bold and italicize what applies accordingly.
ANGER: jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts
JOY: easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy
SADNESS: crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better
EMBARRASSMENT/SHAME: blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate
GUILT: avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others
FEAR/ANXIETY: trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn
Tagged by: @dashingdad (thank you!)
Tagging: @sturdymind @zahnradherr @nexarerum @constntaine @hisinfernc @bethelbound @wiitchtime
❛ brrrrrr! ❜
Indie & Non-Serious/Semi-Serious Soldat Sturm (& the gang) of RE8.
as assembled by ɴᴇʀᴏ.
♥ — for a starter/or plotting in dm’s.
sturdymind:
Geey eyes dropped down to take in the sight of that hand extending toward him, clawed fingers and all that bullshit, waiting for the engineer to take it, to seal the deal, so to say. And even though Heisenberg still felt slightly uneasy, that bitter taste lingering inside his mouth, he did eventually grab that offered hand and gave it a firm squeeze, gaze trailing back up to the stranger’s face.
“You better be honest with this stuff, boy. You do not want to mess with me.”
It never retreats, the looming obsidian hand that is stretched out in its offering like a hunter waiting for its prey , a deal that could not be backed out of. And when warm leather makes contact, claws squeeze at the man’s hand while Alcyon gives a soft hum of approval. There is no 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, no blood - nothing fancy that would speak of an otherworldly deal. But it is one nonetheless , even if sealed by the gods mere 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 of not killing the man prematurely. Like cattle, he had to feed , to grow - to be just right for the harvest.
“Are you sure it is not the other way around? After all, I’m offering the 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 here.” , the black haired chuckles before the hand drops back down and gives another look around , as if he hadn’t already memorized every crook of this room. “So, where shall we begin?”