ANTIQUE / RELIC.

AND ALL OF MY DEVOTION TURNS VIOLENT.

[antiquelic]

#ANTIQUELIC. GREAT ACHILLES. BRILLIANT ACHILLES, SHINING ACHILLES, GODLIKE ACHILLES [ ... ] HOW THE EPITHETS PILE UP. WE NEVER CALLED HIM ANY OF THOSE THINGS; WE CALLED HIM THE BUTCHER.

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a private and selective multimuse featuring canon and original characters, primarily circulating around horror and historical themes, particularly aspects of death, monsters, myth vs real, murder, and more. i primarily write ocs and female presenting muses. some muses here are linked to other blogs. est. feb 2023.

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a study in: gods and monsters. the occult. we can be heroes. cannibalism. what it means to be human. loss of innocence. man or monster. inheritance and legacy. ancient historical narratives and mythology. predatory instincts vs prey instincts. satanism and the divine. rebirth and death. relying on instinct to survive.

¹ CARRD. ² PROMPTS.

ghoulish friends: ascensionism. audaciiae. eatsraw. invocari. martyrkill. muutos. p0pestar. starshinc. wornkindness.

[antiquelic]

THE TWINS WERE NEVER SEEN TOO FAR FROM ONE ANOTHER, two souls intertwined beyond mortal understanding. it was inevitable when they were summoned, together in unity. the elder of the pair, the more confident one, eagerly exploring their new home alongside their summoner as they learned this new world. but he cared for @martyrkill, fretting over them in silent gestures &&. low hums.

a hand befell their twin, resting upon their shoulder with a firm squeeze. ❝ you appear troubled. ❞ it came out softly, underneath the mask his brow is arched perfectly. a click of their tongue followed, head shaking softly. ❝ has someone made a comment? insulted you? ❞

[preqvelle]

(Source)

[fceriegifs]

Jeff Goldblum as Seth Brundle

THE FLY (1986)

[antiquelic]

i would never ask you to be someone you’re not. ( moss & hide )

A BEAST WITH IMMEASURABLE STRENGTH, claws prone to bruise, rip or tear; there is little gentleness. difficult to master for he who was closer to monster than man, unable to show it through actions, only through rough words that felt heavy upon his tongue. hulking creature hunched over, great hands nestled in his lap, hidden beneath his stature. as if fearful of their strength, the ability to tear apart others came easily to one built for it [ in the pits, it served him well. ] but in those moments when he wished to be nothing but gentle, they failed him. deep bruises littered her, purple &&. blue staining her skin like a strange canvas. &&. all he could feel was betrayal by them.

his head found her shoulder, resting there in the silence after he spoke. for him to change was a difficult task, his summoner had tried aiding him in adapting to human life, &&. yet failed. even the resident ghouls had failed, or given up. a lost cause, some declared. better suited to the pits &&. the wilds of the world than with humankind. but she was patient with him, uncaring of the monstrous traits that still rattled within. a low grumble echoed through his throat, of recognition. acknowledgement for her words, followed by a slow nod. he understood.

@astradecays / prompt.

[antiquelic]

RUMBLING ECHOED IN THE BEAST'S THROAT, from the back of his throat. crimson shades of blood clung to dirt - covered hands, clung to giant inscor's that pierced through his maw. a deer had crossed his path, &&. driven by hunger, he had lunged. teeth tearing into soft flesh, strength pinning the prey to solid soil. the luxury of the kitchen was far from his reach, away from the delicacies so beautifully prepared by clever hands. flesh &&. blood was enough to satiate his hunger, far from the beings who wandered the ministry's halls. warned to avoid the forests — stay clear of the ghoul stalking the lush vegetation.

❝ fuck off. ❞ it came out harsh, brittle &&. frail human words upon ghoulish tongue. sensing @invocari nearby, instincts fearful that his meal would be taken. claws clung to the deer, head turned in their direction, teeth bared in a warning with another growl spilling from bloodied lips. ❝ go find your own. ❞

[antiquelic]

A SOUND AKIN TO A PURR ECHOED FROM THE SHE - GHOUL, as she crept closer to @invocari with quiet steps. closer to the fourth brother than others, blessed to perform during one of his rituals. a more docile approach to the usual one of teeth &&. banter, wickedness rarely silent. but she enjoyed his company; her behaviour was akin to a feline as it approached its master, her head coming to rest upon his shoulder as she took a place beside him.

❝ you need a holiday. away from this place. ❞ she cooed, unblinking gaze focusing upon him with a smile full of teeth. quiet humming flowing from her lips, a hand coming to his arm in a strange tenderness. ❝ maybe by the sea, only the sun &&. sand is annoying you. instead of this so - called twin of yours. ❞

[antiquelic]

HEAD TILTED TO ONE SIDE, soft sounds one could claim as chirping can be faintly heard. he was kinder towards other air ghouls, especially those more recently summoned just as @invocari had. though there was a hint of mischief within dark eyes, the faintest sign of a smirk twitched the corner of his lip. hands clasped together at his approach, head nodding in a silent sign of pride.

❝ well, you're uh doing well since you're summoning. ❞ the lessons were easier for some than others, &&. it seemed storm had taken them to heart. easily winning the praise of the people for the gentleness he presented, especially towards others. it made the elder ghoul proud. ❝ not fighting with the others, no? that would be disastrous, especially with the lil' guitarist. full of fire that one. ❞

[pglang]

Jeff Goldblum for ERL (2025)

[antiquelic]

SHOULDERS RIGID, POSTURE PERFECT FOR HIS ROLE. his hands sat clasped together behind his back, statue - esque in all forms. only illuminous gaze followed @martyrkill around the nursery, watching a softness common to the lady vita bloom. the child was lively, full of energy &&. joy that brought his parents such happiness he had never seen. fitting parents, he knew. in the pits, neither he nor his brother could recall their own, either slain or abandoning them long before they could register their presence. perhaps that is why the pair were so taken by the lord emeritus &&. his lady wife.

only when she waved her hand did he approach, silent steps marking his approach to her as she took a seat. the babe in her arms was resting, half - lucid to the world around him. behind the mask, a faint smile formed. ❝ motherhood suits you, my lady. ❞ his head bowed softly, though eyes never left her nor the child in her arms. ❝ you are a natural, &&. he is precious. ❞

[antiquelic]

NEW GHOUL: AREO GHOUL.

perhaps the oldest summoned ghoul in the ministry to date. he was summoned by papa nihil before the first arrival of the ghost projects in the 60s. he was the keyboardist.

an air ghoul. quite tall in glamour, reaching 6 ft 2 in.

in glamour: when he was younger, he was lean, fit and quite the image of a playboy. with dark, thick hair, a strong jaw that always held a mischievous smile. nowadays, he has shifted his appearance to match his "human age" and portrays himself to have greying hair. out of glamour: easily reaching 10 ft+ ( due to his immense age ), with vibrant blue feathers cascading around and down his neck, along his arms, and scattered across his torso, legs, and back. his ears are notably bird wings with the same blue vibrancy; these also reach his cheekbones. a pair of gemsbok - esque horns are present and reach 5 ft in length, adding 5 extra feet to his height. his skin is pale white and relatively soft, like a cloud. his teeth are sharpened and point towards the centre of his jaw, almost mimicking a beak. his eyes are pitch black.

in glamour, he looks incredibly human, and it is nearly impossible for anyone to pinpoint that he is exactly a ghoul.

some ghoul traits he still maintains are slightly sharpened fingernails, the ability to turn his head 270 degrees, like a barn owl.

however: areo rarely shows his ghoul form to anyone. most, if not all, people are unaware of what he appears in ghoul form. he does not show his ghoul form to anyone.

a relatively relaxed ghoul, often teaching younger and newly summoned ghouls how to adapt to human life and blend into human society. he has taken the role as a teacher for all ghouls in this regard, and it is his official job within the ministry after nihil stopped touring. he does enjoy causing mischief and almost ragebaits other ghouls, claiming it is all a test to see how they respond while in glamour.

legal name is areo smith.

[lircheg]

The ghoulettes!

[vampira-carmilla]

Dark apparition by The Phantom Painter.

[ascensionism]

Friend of yours? / moss for mtn

green eyes cast a glance to the new summon he's let loose into the garden, having promised to let them help and seek refuge in somewhere quieter ; his lips press together when they underestimate their strength, tearing apart one of the few tools they keep around for ghouls that aren't as inclined to the earth. how do they just- shred through metal like that? were they even trying?

[ based on the awkward glance quickly spared his way, apparently not. ]

❛ something like that, ❜ comes the low rumble, exhale sharp and through his nose, hand soon coming up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. ❛ got put on ministry tour duty for the new summon. or one of 'em. their experience seeing half of the shit up here's going about as well as you'd expect... ❜

mountain watches them awkwardly weave their way through greenery before tripping on a singular, offending pebble in their path. he huffs. ❛ almost reminds me of my first experience topside. ❜ / @antiquelic, bg3 party banter.

[antiquelic]

INSTRUCTED TO LET THE SUMMON EXPLORE, even if the urge to toss them out of the gardens grew. watching them fumble as if a newborn deer, weak in the legs &&. underestimating their strength to damage the tools needed to care for the gardens. the elder brother sat in a pile of soil, hands resting on his knees as eyes followed the newly summoned ghoul explore. face stoic, neutral as keen eyes observed, watching the little mistakes build. a strange sense of calm washed over his senses.

he should be kind, like @ascensionism, when watching the other stumble, ❝ an idiot. ❞ the laugh in his throat is deep, chuckling mixed with a heavy growl though light. mighty head shaking as his gaze flickered to his brother. ❝ mountain was clumsy but not that bad. ❞

[ghoulodont]

[vamplire]

bite the hand that feeds you, hell, bite the neck that feeds you

[ascensionism]

often, mountain's duties would pull him far and farther away from his brother's presence in the garden, finding his usefulness in the kitchen and spending many a day working on foods for the clergy to indulge in / rarely is there a time he's spared of the relentless schedule, and less so that he can travel into the gardens. today is a special one. it means he can come into moss's humble abode with sweet offering prepared in hand, still warm and fresh and mouth-wateringly sweet.

❛ no, i brought it all this way for me, ❜ he first teases ; all amusement and no malice, even as his brother towers over his glamoured form. he ushers the food right into moss's palm. ❛ tried my hand at something sweet. the clergy tells me i should cut it back so the papas aren't overindulging, but i think that's imperator being an ass. ❜ irrelevant to moss, though. likely disinterest. mountain hums. ❛ let me know how it tastes. i tried making something a little more unique 𑁋 khrustyky. didn't even know you could fry cookies, but here we are, and they... well, they should taste good. it's just a fancier cookie with icing sugar. ❜ what could go wrong?

[antiquelic]

OFTEN THEY ARE SEPARATED, forced apart by the demands for the younger brother's presence in the kitchens. a natural with food, many have declared, often through fits of giggles &&. joyous sounds that made the elder brother confused. flattery, his summoner explained, admiration for the gentle giant who wandered the halls. all earth - bound giant could do was shrug &&. stalk away with strong footfall, both in confusion &&. uncaring for how others felt. as long as it was kind, especially for his brother. or his teeth would bare &&. low growls from the pits would manifest.

a mighty hand would shove the younger, if not for the treat placed within. eyes fell upon its delicacy, dirtied fingers twirling it around with a glimmer of curiousity. bringing it close to features, nostrils flaring as deep inhales are taken to pin its scent. half listening, half intrigued by the makings of it. a beast of appetite; powerful jaws parted &&. the small treat is devoured whole. nearly swallowed completely. ❝ very sweet. good sweet. ❞ he spoke in grumbles, only for his hand to once again be outstretched. ❝ more. you cook good things for me. fried cookie new favourite. ❞