ALL THINGS END.

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UNBEAST ☆ U-OLGA MARIE ☆ FATE

“she moves with shameless wonder, the perfect creature hardly seen.” saint graph / profile.

geez olga how come you get a THIRD comeback????

somehow, someway, she's been accidentally summoned– u-olga marie, the president of earth but also olga marie animusphere, former director of chaldea. how can that be, you ask? well, don't ask, actually, giving a reason can mess with space-time so just know she's here to help!

technically olga is a Beast still but her class is Unbeast. really if she had it her way she'd be President Caster but the throne hardly likes to listen--

to put it plainly, she is both the alien god but also the mage. her first two ascensions are that of u-olga, but the third one is the human she once was (and curiously enough, holds the living human trait. how?? don't ask me!!)

as such, the prior amnesia she had in regards to lb7 is gone– all of her memories are back but in exchange, she remembers nothing of her time in the 7th lostbelt but it's a fair exchange

depending on who you're speaking to, the personality differs. olga is still olga but as the alien god, she's more haughty and confident like what you'd expect of a rich heiress. when as herself, she's....somewhat different than before, having overcome her past doubts and fears and is more assured in herself but is also something of a workaholic now too

in her 3rd ascension, she still has a kinda shitty immune system (thanks marisbury!)

another key thing to note is that (for now) she doesn't have her 'emotion vision' anymore aka allowing her to see someone's feelings via their colors. so if she starts to ask a lot of questions, it's not with any ill intent, but born from a desire to talk and learn

i can't list all the things between both her as the alien god and as the human, so feel free to look at her app to get a better idea!

she can't really fly anymore and mostly levitate which is a bummer do they not know how heavy her hair is–

[exousiate]

if he were to share his rather unbiased opinion, it is not reasonable. being selfish for him is not what he is used to, and he cannot claim that it has been the source of much happiness... until they met. some would say parallel lines should never cross, but how can he agree with that? even if his life had remained clear of any doubts, it would have been no different than choosing oblivion.

there are many things he has learned to love, many things he will continue to resent, many things he will never find answers for. he has accepted it, no matter how much his heart carries that anguish even after the passing of years. no forgiveness will ease the burden, it weights as it should. his footsteps will disappear into the bleached earth but only when his own promises have been fulfilled.

it was never a choice at all. he would rather know grief than be deprived of the joy of ever having.

but his attention to returns to marie, leaning closer when her thumb reaches his jaw. he closes his eyes momentarily, offering his cheek to brush back before deciding it is not enough. he will let her forget for much longer what happened in this place, but it does not mean he will contain his own longing.

“If I gave you the impression long before I did it without a reason, then I was the fool.” his hands lower her, his mouth reaching for her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose and then, he lingers into an unspeakable softness when his lips find hers. “I would rather be again, if it spares you from believing it.”

[animasend]

"Whether or not you gave the impression doesn't matter. I would've talked myself into believing it regardless." a terrible habit of hers, pointed out by others more than enough. quick to jump to the worst outcome and leave it at that. such hardly happens anymore. she has had more than enough time to think and realize, time afforded between silent observation of a quiet planet and waiting for the day it would all come to an end.

there's a quiet sigh as she reluctantly pulls back from the closeness, letting the back of her hand caress his cheek. " In the moment, I probably did. You know how she– I was. " amusement is visible as she plucks the hat off her had to place it upon his own, taking an extra second to tug at the rim to block his line of sight. (and if a silent spell is used to make it difficult for him to fix it, that's only for her to know.) laughter follows suit as she turns to continue on, needing not to look back to make sure he follows. for as much as she feigns to forget that night, the memory of using a hat in such a similair way is something too good to not repeat.

the thought of his disbelief is enough to make her laugh harder, knowing he'll find some way to get back at her for that and she can't help but to look over her shoulder just to see the look on his face for a brief moment before looking back out at the horizon.

" You know, this beach never gets muddy. " she half expects to see dirt clinging to the hem of her dress like a permanent stain or the sky to darken into that never-ending storm of grey. but the colors remain warm, the water never darkens from that almost fantastical blue, the edge of her dress is weighted only by water and she can still see the sky. before, there had been a certain loneliness attached to the water and the sand for her, one she never put into words. some things are better left unsaid and it wasn't her wish to upset anyone by bringing attention to it.

for every right she had to complain, there was never any desire to. what had happened, happened and that's all there ever was to it.

besides, if she did, she knows what would happen and olga marie doesn't need clairvoyance to know that her attempts at telling the joke she told fujimaru would be met with the same expression. goetia has suffered enough when it came to her– no matter how much he says otherwise, to her, his happiness will always be a priority. " I hope it never does."

[fivezeroonetwo]

THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE AIR HERE, he thinks soundly to himself. it's the way that the blanket of dusk covers this portion of the ward in a strange, dreary slumber, obscured from all light and sound that this island has to offer between the forest trees. every step taken is one with subtle caution, aware of the risks that come with traversing these lands which belong to creatures beyond the grasp of humanity. perhaps that was why he, too, feels more comfortable here, as if it were a realm akin to the underworld back home, some place that those like him could find some semblance of peace before returning to the waking day of mortal life.

nor was he alone in this particular thought, at least so he assumes given the fact he has only noticed her presence upon following the trail of a beautiful, sapphire butterfly that disappears into the fading darkness of the forest. undoubtedly a stranger, he can tell with ease she is not exactly human, though she doesn't seem like a reaper, either.

❝ Not many come here at this hour. ❞ for now, he decides to address her, wondering the reason for her venturing into this place during the hours of twilight.

@animasend

[animasend]

the sudden, unknown voice doesn't cause olga marie any alarm. the forests lack most natural woodland sounds and even if the other made none in his approach, she could feel him. neither human nor servant but nothing like the large beasts which roam in the eternal night. cordial, at the very least, given his willingness to call out to her. "Not many, indeed." she offers in response, turning her gaze away from depths of the woods to face the other.

just as she thought– not a familiar face spotted in this ward. her many excursions into the villages gave her enough knowledge of who was who and he was a new one.

" Most hardly leave the villages. It's safer that way for them, though some refuse to listen." but it's necessary, this olga understands, whether to gather those precious flowers or stones for that beloeved festival. she offers her protection when she can, but olga marie understands that's not always enough to stop a stubborn fool. "Once their go to sleep, you'll be hard-pressed finding anyone out."

many would rather suffer their thoughts in the warmth of their home than out in the woods. it makes her an outlier to such. " Are you here to investigate the legends of this place? Or are you looking for the famous flower? If so, you're in the wrong spot."

[veritasrequiem]

@animasend | Starter Call, Archimedes Ward.

It seems the ward assigned to her provided many places of interest. But, the most comforting she has found so far, had to be this church.

It is quiet, not a soul in sight, as the Fallen Angel softly steps up to the empty organ. Her fingers ghost over the keys before she settles down at the seat.

And begins to play. The notes of a requiem unaccompanied by vocals begin to fill the hall, and it seems the player is lost in her music for the time being.

[animasend]

she had an odd sort of relationship with churches now. a perfect place to find peace and quiet but also it felt....weird at times. hailed as the alien god for so long (god of a people she destroyed) , even if she knew she was nothing close to a deity, olga marie wonders if one could call it blasphemy by even being in a church. yet that was a train of thought some other time, as her purpose didn't change. peace and quiet.

yet it's obvious she wasn't alone.

interrupting would be rude and she had far better manners than that. so she is content to wait and listen, letting the music which flows from the organ fill the silence. it's a beautiful arrangement and she almost hesitates in speaking when the music comes to a lull. " Did you write it yourself?"

[animasend]

ever get the urge to rewrite the entire personality section of your app but you stop yourself because that's the demons talking

[animasend]

finally finished iconing the rest of her cg's and i'm all too unwell

[animasend]

after much much debate, i've decided i will throw olga at the event but in a smaller capacity simply because of the fact that a lot of what she omits telling/hides from others has layers to it (like an onion) and it's something that does require some plotting beforehand!

event starter call, i'll cap it at 2, but if you'd really like to do something, feel free to reach out to me!

[gracesavestar]

❝ C'mon, child safety lid. You know it's me... ❞ why yes, you do happen to see this forty year old man struggling to get a cap off what seems a bottle of ibuprofen...

[animasend]

a flick of her finger and the lid pops off without a fight, clattering to the ground. " You know they're not sentient, right?"

[sacristia]

How funny. He had found his way into a church of all places. Not that he truly had the words for it, but— the aesthetics of it all matched many photoshoot sets that he'd been made to do in promotions for Alien Stage. It was empty, save for one person. It seemed to be a girl, with long, white hair... She was simply sitting. In fact, her hair was longer than she appeared to be tall, her hair reaching the ground, sort of pooled in a pile next to her seat. Luka had walked into the church fairly silent, and he always walks softly enough that his footsteps made no obvious sound. So by the time U-Olga Marie had the time to notice him, he had already crouched down, delicately grasping a handful of it. He was not looking at her, not saying anything. Simply, and intrusively, grabbing at her hair. He was just curious. The hair was quite soft. Nevermind that it was attached to someone. On a closer look... He seemed to be counting each individual strand.

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if she didn't knew she had perfect vision, olga marie would think she was seeing things. but no, no there is some young man that is very much not her husband that's touching her hair.

normally, she didn't mind it– if it was someone she knew. most of the time she couldn't feel anyone playing with it in the first place, given the sheer length and volume of her hair. honestly it was a hassle at times, the constant need of using magecraft just to ensure it didn't drag on the ground behind her anywhere she went. if some freak blizzard were to happen and she got stuck somewhere, her hair alone would be enough to keep her warm like a blanket.

but this was a stranger. a stranger who seemed to be counting each strand. eyebrows furrow in confusion as her usual peace seemed to be done and over with. she should snatch her hair back and demand where he got the audacity to be so intrusive, but it's been a long day and quite frankly, she had no the strength for some ridiculous arguement.

the woman sighs loudly as her gaze lands on the other, annoyance quite obvious. " Enjoying yourself?"

[umbreaking]

@animasend

" Woooaaaahhh. . .

Now check that fit out! I like it! Are you uh-- "

Go ahead Enjin, stick the landing.

" -- You on your way to a costume party or something? "

Nailed it. Enjin realizes that a comment like that might come across as rude, so he lifts his head a little higher from where he was slouched, and shoots her a smile.

" Not a jab or nothin'! I'm being real! Everyone in this place is all dressed up in the type of threads a guy like me usually can't afford to see! Ya gotta tell me where you got 'em, could use a do over for my look. "

[animasend]

what is it with people and thinking she's in a costume or cosplaying someone?!

once is fine, two times is just a coincidence, but a third!? as far as olga marie was concerned, this was perfectly normal attire for a mage! especially a lord of the clocktower, though such terms won't make sense to anyone but a select few. still, the unbeast sighs in mild annoyance but it quickly melts to exasperation at best when she sees the stranger meant no harm.

" No, I'm not going to a costume party, these are just my clothes. And you can't find them in a store anywhere here. I got them back in my world. "

[theohunger]

@animasend

" Is it ignorant to assume that people have not tried to contact the powers above who brought all of us here? Every day since I came to this place, I see captive strangers making a life for themselves in what is, quite frankly, a well-decorated prison. It leads me to believe that any desire to leave has been quashed by outside forces-- or by the hand that plucked us from home, " Zodyl speculates.

" I will ask you what I ask most others: are you looking for a solution to this situation, or are you content to say goodbye to what you knew in your old life? This city could be an incentive to those who wanted no more than an escape from their reality. . . "

[animasend]

" Yes. Countless have tried, but you'll quickly learn that the Stars' don't answer to anyone but themselves and rarely address the city unless something is happening. As for leaving this place, one only gets so far before the fog settles in nd they find themselves back here. An effective deterrent, but there are still those who don't trust and try to find a way out. A task that's easier done by playing along, one could say."

she herself had no misconceptions. this place was like a carefully crafted cage, but it's a lie to say she hasn't come to enjoy her life here. yet the inquiry does give her pause. perhaps if he had asked the her of a year ago, the answer would differ.

".....I've already said goodbye to it. My life is done and over with back home and I'm content with the choice I made." one of the few choices she had in her life, however short it was. " Many in this city are given a second chance. The dead, living again. Some are able to have what they couldn't before. Many aren't willing to give that up so easily."

[rpmemegraveyard]

Mun talks about the Muse

Send one of the following to ask the mun… (please specify muse for multis)

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[animasend]

munday intro

NAME / ALIAS: jiwoo/ maeve (the latter is mostly art wise) AGE / AGE GROUP: the big 30 PRONOUNS: she/her + they/them TIMEZONE: MST aka mountain standard WHERE ARE YOU FROM?: i am from colorado and desperately missing the snow and rainy summers every minute of every day CHARACTERS IN THE GROUP:

u-olga marie (you are here!) / fgo

ritsuka fujimaru (f) / fgo

ada wong / resident evil

rover + abby / wuthering waves

the plain doll / bloodborne

A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF:

i try to keep this short but sometimes that is impossible!! i've been roleplaying close to 20 years now (wow) and a majority of that has been on tumblr but i've written everywhere. big fan love writing even if my reply times are wonky because i do forget a lot sometimes and remember at the last moment. i fucking love blodborne a normal amount, same with mass effect and resident evil. let's see what cool facts uh i'm an aritst and my art bsky is here if u wanna check it out it's still babey tho. i've been doing archery since i was 13 years old, i can speak a couple languages (italian, korean, spanish), and the most important one of all is that olga is my wife and she is my all time favorite character ever and i am very normal about her please ask me about her i won't bite i promise–

my favorite food is fried chicken, i have two sons aka my cat nacho and my dog oreo and i could drink my own weight in pink lemonade! if you ever wanna chat ooc, feel free to hit me up! i'm in the official server, but im's work too just a warning in advanced when getting to know someone i kinda suck at one on one conversations but WILL try my best. i also tend to see a dm and say i'll reply to it later when i have more energy for it and then completely forgot (it's the adhd)

[animasend]

i posted this on bsky but also want to share it here so woe maid day olga be upon ye

yes i know i forgot her cute lil horn iT'S FINE

[animasend]

when one is a designer baby, they don't really have to worry much about mother's day–

[animasend]

chat they don't know i was already an enemy of the state. and the humanity. and world and–

[animasend]

muse skills

bold what your muse can do. italicize for something they can do to some extent; (repost, do not reblog!)

bake a cake from scratch / ride a horse / pilot a submarine / speak a second language / write in a second language / dance / catch a fish / play an instrument / throw a punch / ice skate/ unclog a drain / program a computer / change a flat tire / fire a gun / sew / embroider / knit / crochet / juggle / play poker / paint / fly a kite / sculpt / write poetry / change a diaper / sing / shoot a bow and arrow / ride a bike / swim / sail a boat / do a back flip/ play chess / give cpr / pitch a tent / flirt / stitch a wound / read palms / use chopsticks / write in cursive/ use an electric drill / braid hair / make a campfire / make a mixed drink / do sudoku puzzles / do crossword puzzles / wrap a gift / give a good massage / jump-start a car / roll their tongue / do magic tricks / do yoga / tie a tie or cravat / skip a rock /shuffle a deck of cards/ read morse code / pick a lock / fly a plane /train a dog, cat, horse / fix a car / apologize / write a business letter / say the alphabet backwards /read music / cook complex meals / change oil / paint nails / draw / socialize/take apart a gun / drive a rig / operate a tank / climb a tree / rock climb / tie a cherry stem / basic first-aid / draw blood / put out a fire / drive stick shift /cultivate a garden / do pottery