AUREATE.

just   a   KID   who   grew   up   STRONG   ENOUGH .

[mangacapthatass]

[bedove]

bedove‌:

please like this post for our muses to just.  be friends.  this’ll apply for dove,  cecil,  and chathi.  we’ll work from there.  let them just be friends so a whole new level of thread opportunities open up.  we don’t even have to discuss it,  just let them be friends.

if you’re a mutli,  please specify or at least give me a range of characters,  or i’ll just assume that ? ? all of our muses are friends now . .

[bedove]

please like this post for our muses to just.  be friends.  this’ll apply for dove,  cecil,  and chathi.  we’ll work from there.  let them just be friends so a whole new level of thread opportunities open up.  we don’t even have to discuss it,  just let them be friends.

[bedove]

so anyway how bout uhhh giving all of my muses  ( except for eden,  bastard man )  a hug ???

[bedove]

chathi pre - est wishlist !  hit that like if you’d be interested in discussing any of these !

- someone who knows !  his wizard status is fake !  someone who knows he is a warlock,  but doesn’t entirely know the whole story yet !

- someone that knew chathi while he was still in the guild.  someone who knows the full story and is on chathi’s side !  chathi probably dropped contact after running,  so after sm years u run into each other again and its like !  huh

- alternatively,  someone who knew chathi while he was still with the guild but iSN’T ON HIS SIDE . .

- first gay romance. . . ..  . .

- the slowest of slowburns, having to work through trauma and lies and having to re-acquaint yourself with the other over and over again

- a past relationship that just Didn’t Work Out but both or at least one party is still sad about it  ( it’s chathi he is sad )

- and of course the people who don’t know he is magic,  people who do believe he is a warlock,  the usual acquaintances and friends !! 

[bedove]

     hey,  here’s a call for chathi !  hit that like if you’d be interested in plotting a thing,  or leave a comment and i’ll write you a starter !  multis please specify !

[bedove]

     hey,  here’s a call for chathi !  hit that like if you’d be interested in plotting a thing,  or leave a comment and i’ll write you a starter !  multis please specify !

[bedove]

enter   ›   dai roth chathi.

            a mastermind whose interests are too morbid and macabre for his own good.  dai roth chathi is a former wizard apprentice who studied magic within a prestigious guild.  however,  he lacked a genetic predisposition to magic,  and his training was not advancing at all.  tired of his inability to improve & eager to further his studies,  chathi made a deal with a devil and became a warlock.  with magic now running through his veins,  he quickly improved,  and took his studies to a next level.  aside from his training,  he researched his own interests :  he was intrigued by the human anatomy,  and wished to achieve human immortality without a cost.  to achieve this goal,  he would perform all sorts of questionable experiments,  on himself and corpses but also on his peers.  eventually,  he was caught,  and the guild wished to prosecute him for violating their code.  chathi fled,  and to this day is still in hiding from his guild,  posing as a regular wizard to those familiar with the supernatural,  while secretly continuing his research and quest towards immortality.

[shiroa]

[kkanekai]

[bedove]

i’m about to add a new oc and bo i . .  he is . .  ver y pre tty

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        “  it’s nothing !  ”  voice cracks,  knuckles turned white as he grabs the leather - bound book and snatches it away.  had she looked inside ?  had she read it ?  heart is beating in his chest,  hands trembling as they shove the book into his bag.  his very own grimoire,  a possession often times better guarded than his own life.  how had she gotten her hands on it . . ?   “  it’s just a book,  h - ha.  nothing interesting,  really.  now,  go off to your parents . .  children like you shouldn’t be out alone . .  ”   /    @illuxions​  liked  for  a  starter.

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      “  you are not a devout believer,  are you ?  ”  he is turned away,  hands occupied with putting out the candles scattered across the alter.  still,  it is clear his words are directed to the lingering youth,  voice captivating in a way almost unnerving.  “  you’re an unfamiliar face.  are you new to religion ?  ”   /    @memerschemer​  liked  for  a  starter.

[bedove]

reperiire‌:

She could have groaned the moment she saw the room. Back slamming against the wall of the room the moment the innkeeper retreated, taking off her lenses to rub at her tired eyes with a huff of a sigh. Already beginning to shed the few articles of clothes she felt comfortable immediately dropping - well worn boots, the top part of her long cloak taken off to reveal a long-necked white blouse, cloak and boots tossed without care to the foot of the very couch Dove had claimed. 

“ I don’t think so. All I did was get a bit of a hike in me - I think we both can agree you more than earned that bed. ”

Prying herself off the wall to step over to the couch with the air of someone acting with energy she did not have to spend. Hours of traveling in the dark left her more worn than days spent in the light. How she wanted to just fall against the mattress and rest. Leaning with her arm over the seat of the couch as if to claim it, smirk lying bright on her tongue as she nodded off back to that oh-so-COMFORTABLE bedframe. 

“ Look, I don’t sleep much anyways .. so I’ll be fine over here! ”

        she’s stubborn.  he shouldn’t be surprised,  really.  did she even realize she was talking back to a general ?  not that it meant much,  especially not in this moment --  he was looking worse for wear,  a pathetic heap of dark uniform and forlorn glances at a bed causing more trouble than relief.   “  cal,  no . .  ”  he sighs,  pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers.

his brain was too foggy with fatigue to think straight --  he didn’t want to fight.  he just wanted to flop down onto the bed,  but . .  “  i need you sharp,  calera.  who else is gonna navigate us through this terrain ?  ”  he adds,  but voice is soft,  exhaustion seeping from every word that spills past lips.  there is a moment of silence,  frame unmoving --  could he just fall asleep right where he stood . . ?

“  let’s just share it.  it’s . .  more comfortable than either of us on the couch.  we’ll just --  i’ll take a spare blanket,  and it’ll be fine,  ”  he eventually decides,  some hint of his status finally ringing through his words.  surely she’d be fine with this solution,  even if it required a little more intimacy than either was used to from the other . .

[bedove]

  *    i  just  want  to  build  you  up,  build  you  up  ‘til  you’re  good        as  new   /   and  maybe  one  day  i  will  get  around  to  fixing        myself  too.   

independent  multi muse,     as  loved  by  sel.

[bedove]

retiine‌.

There was a small flush of colour in his face at being so … admired? At least that was what he guessed, since admiring, staring, and some others usually muddled together for him. Thankfully, at the question — and the interesting tidbit of that not being the other’s natural colour — Hideki looked more thoughtful than anything.

“Well, accordin’ to my dad, yeah … was born with my hair completely white and eyes already missin’ their pigmentation …” His eyes trailed off along with his words for a few moments too long before he followed the beat of the conversation once more. 

“And yeah, ya do not look it at all, quite healthy more from the looks of it … though again, my uncle’s fourty and yet people still mistake him for thirty and twenty cause of his fitness. Damn — ya wouldn’t have guessed ya had black hair … what happened for it to turn grey — if … ya don’t mind me askin’ that is cause I know there’s a load of stuff that can cause it. Oh, the name’s Hideki as well, Hideki Hamasaki.”

            he hums softly at the other’s confirmation,  picking up on that subtle glance  but shelving it for some other time.  it would be too forward to ask about his parental relationships,  wouldn’t it . . ?  the soft noise earlier produced is followed by a chuckle,  one hand raised to scratch at his cheek as he ponders over the other’s query.  “  ah,  nothing bad,  if that’s what you’re thinking.  just unlucky genes.  i got my first gray hairs when i was 17,  and by the time i was 21 i was all salt and pepper,  ”  he muses,  “  guess that makes me a polar opposite of your uncle !  ”

at the introduction,  a hand is freed to hold out,  face brightening into a grin as he did.  his attempts to chat weren’t always appreciated,  so whenever a somewhat deeper connection formed,  it was always to dove’s delight.  “  it’s nice to meet you,  hideki.  you can call me dove.  ”

[bedove]

me: watches informative videos on cults my muse for dove: sky rockets