ares alloprosallos — an epithet to greek god of warfare ARES meaning two-faced. initially coined to call him a liar, it has since grown to refer to the god's tendency for nurturing as well as destruction.
singlemuse blog for CALEB from mobile game love and deep space; revels in writing alternate universes. 18+ only — warnings for many dark themes such as various dead dove tropes and nsfw. semi-selective, but open to writing with most. looking for more mutuals, always. bisexual interpretation written by luca, 25+, est.
rules. verses. starters. solos.
other blogs: @ameibousa (multifanom multimuse; features canons and ocs such as others from LaDS, jujutsu kaisen, baldur's gate 3, dungeons and dragons, and more). @nymeianthreads (final fantasy xiv multimuse).
( also i'm sorry to say it but i'll probably have to cut a lot of ongoing threads when i do come back ;__; as well as be just generally a little more selective across the board to help with my energy management. now that my disability is back in Full force i need my creative outlets more than ever but at the same time i can't just throw a bunch out there like i like to (ideally). thank you for understanding! i also will be trying to prioritize my multimuse as well, since fsr w caleb i am Unable to write short threads and the variety will be helpful too.
( sorry for vanishing again i'm not dead and i do intend to come back eventually/hopefully soon but idw set false expectations. i got covid again a while ago bc tfw youre immunocompromised and also a cashier and it kinda wrecked what stability i had w my disability u__u things are on the mend rn but yeah i really am sorry for vanishing to the extent that i did but it was borderline impossible to even Look at my computer for a little bit after work and all ;; )
sorry for the random silence again — my cfs has been so terrible lately :melting: i hope i'll be around soon but...blows kiss to all the creative writers in my phone....i miss yall.....i'll try and at least message people back tonight!
really gross and tired today but at least it's just an id check day, hopefully i can get some dnd prep done because it's my turn to dm soon :> i'm running strahd so i really have just been so horror pilled lately...so many different types too aaaaaàaaaaa im so happy
sorry i haven't been around i've been working and also i started watching a horror show with my roommate (that i may or may not have a crush on 0/10 do not recommend) which is giving me sooo much horror au muse.... but he just keeps calling moonjo 'sexy dentist' and im losing it
btw before we watched it this animal and i were chilling eating breakfast and then he finishes. looks at the clock. goes "well! it's noon! time for lunch!" and i thought he was kidding until i heard the microwave start
sorry i haven't been around i've been working and also i started watching a horror show with my roommate (that i may or may not have a crush on 0/10 do not recommend) which is giving me sooo much horror au muse.... but he just keeps calling moonjo 'sexy dentist' and im losing it
me thinking ab parasite caleb reminded me of calne ca. not rly related to anything just what a cool design i love when ppl using vocaloid get weird w it
love thinking about someone having a really long conversation with horror!caleb on camera bc the way his skin so subtly starts to droop from his bones is so. like thinking of a time lapse of it akjdjdjd
musing on analog horror!au caleb and the setting i have in mind below the cut....ft everyones fav sexy sexy armaros (my evil bioengineer oc @ameibousa)....ib
tws for body horror uhh generally unsettling imagery ig and like a little "medical" torture. As a treat
thinking about caleb who isn't human.
he's not sure exactly what he is, either — scattered memories haunt his frayed psyche, but they hardly feel like his; files corrupt beyond unreadable to his concious
he blends in well, for the most part. if you don't look him dead on. if you ignore the sagging of his eyes. the twitch of his gaze. the stark emptiness of his pupils. maybe he's just weird, most can think. caleb stays at the distance of interaction anyway, always lingering at the edges of conversation — he observes, studies chameleon.
a caleb who stops paying attention and starts to lose form, limbs melting and gnarling into an inky nothingness. it gets him locked in some Facility:tm: bc lbr who doesnt love a good facility — poked; prodded. marveled at as flesh warps around a bullet, making a home for destruction in some gruesome mockery of safety. caleb's never felt anything as strongly as he remembers the sickness hearing a doctor with golden eyes coo as he extracts it
a caleb who maybe in some aus eventually escapes, miasma in the ducts rendering him invisible. like air, as if he was never there. and maybe he never was, with the way their files on him delete themselves
caleb who winds back up with humans in society; paranoid, ultravigilant. he's there when you're looking. you feel his presence when you're not. you see nothing, but you feel him — staring, somewhere. you see him everywhere. you swear he starts to look like you.
or maybe he's still locked up, stuffed in a ward deep below the earth. maybe he's learning what it means to be from other lab rats, maybe the line between monstrosity and humanity isn't as stark as it seems — as hard as it is to believe as faces caleb can't focus on smile, separating arm from shoulder. trying, at least, with the way abyss stretching like sinewy tendons stretches to keep himself in one piece. he screams, mouth tearing itself apart at the seam of his lips in pain, unhinging, unfurling —
