A Mess Of Minds [INACTIVE]

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Inactive, Sideblogs here

I should probably just post something a little more ‘official’ here since I most likely won’t be coming back to this blog, so here are the links to my sideblogs if you want to come find me.

I’ll be editing this post to update on the level of activity for each blog.

@antagonistic-arsonist​ - Dragonborn Sorcerer; Medieval Fantasy/D&D-ish setting. Medium-High activity.

@occultcuriosity​ - Ghost-Demon Hybrid Scientist; Modern setting. Low activity.

@goldheartedrobotics​ - Robotic Dog Entertainer; Modern setting but less serious, can be worked into any other setting. No activity - probably won’t be on here for some time either.

Hate to leave David in the dust like this but I’ve just started to lose interest in him as a character. If you’re still interested in him for whatever reason, you could hit me up about it and we can do a thread over Discord, but for all intents and purposes this blog is pretty much archived and inactive.

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The boy lived, but his soul was forever bound. His mind, a vessel of something ancient.

Something men dare not dream of.

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Fandomless OC RP Blog for a Dragonborn Sorcerer, Medieval-based but not explicitly D&D only.

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((Reminder that I’m inactive here. Check out my sideblogs if you want to come find me))

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sublunary-supernatural​:

Balder would tilt his head to the voice, listening and actually beginning to smirk a little bit before he would pocket his phone and hold up the necklace as he started to walk down the street, his doe following. 

“Good to know. Been doing alright?” he asked rather casually, the doe by him giving out a rather impatient howl. Though, Balder would end up waving a hand at its boney nose.

“As good I can really do. After a while you stop having ‘good and bad days’ - it all just melds together.”

The fact Balder seemed to be waving his hands to...nothing in particular didn’t go unnoticed. He could assume there was some explanation he had no idea about, but with for all he knew, it could just be the sleep depravation that seemed to be such a personality trait of Balder’s by this point.

“I...suppose that assuming you’ve slept even once since the last time we met is being overzealous.”

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Just realized I never posted this here even though I drew it a month ago

Basically: Easiest way to hurt fuckers while you’re an entity with near-omnipotent telekinetic power

fucking..throw shit. yeet powers

literally yeet people to death

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“For fuck’s sake…”

I’m still here dammit and I will continue to throw occasional impulsive pieces of Sirus art at you and you will appreciate my Son

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Hm... dark and scary, dim litted alleyway with probably just the park's lanterns being the one light source. Well, not one the only one save for a blue light. "Not causing trouble? I thought you'd at least get enough energy like a poltergeist," said Wren, smiling at the dark

‘Not causing trouble’. He founds some sort of gallows humour in what he knew that she didn’t. If he was truly ‘causing trouble’, she’d know about it.

“Don’t much need to ‘get’ energy.” A white, simple face appeared further into the alley. Beyond where darkness fully enveloped, but not at the very back where the amulet’s glow lingered.

“I’m my own little power generator. Though a nap wouldn’t go unappreciated. You got a warm blanket and a pillow, I’ll lay down right here.” There was obvious sarcasm in the statement, yet it was hard to miss the underlying hint of genuineness. A part of him was secretly hoping she would pull out a sleeping bag, and much more of him was wishing he could actually sleep.

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Night Out 01

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“Well, now more adrenaline at this point.” Balder went to approach the lamp post that held the gem, the young man tilting his head as he got closer to it. Didn’t he leave that at campus last he ran into this ghost of a thing?

“When did you get up there?” He asked, soon coming closer and reaching up to try and unhook the necklace. “C'mon, down you go, ya ghost troll.”

The necklace came down pretty easily, the alarming coldness of the gem to the touch acting as a very blunt familiarity.

“When I decided to fuck with you, that’s when. And as much as you leaving me on the second floor of a University was inconvenient, I’m afraid I do have the capacity to move around by myself.”

The more David spoke, the clearer it felt. The voice didn’t have an origin not because it came from all around, but rather within. There was no echo or reverb to the voice, as if it was speaking within Balder’s own head.

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Night Out 01

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Balder let go of the pen, hearing it clatter on the street along with the howls from the deer. He tried and hushed them, not that they could be heard, though his own restlessness caused them to stomp and stamp their needle hooves.

“Shh shhh… I’m good.”

Fucking crossroads of a town, he tends to forget, rubbing at his hand before he picks up his pen. He looks at the message then closes the notebook and waves it.

“Not anymore..!” He called out, irritated but shaken! Pretty shaken, he didn’t like that.

There was a moment of silence, and for a second, it seemed like Balder was about to be left looking like an insane person waving and talking to the air.

“You’re gonna tell me you’re not tired?”

A soft blue light shone down from above. Hung around a lamp post, a blue gem swayed in the air by its chain, its glow melding with that of the light’s into a bright blueish wash of colour.

“You gonna tell me you just felt like wandering around in the middle of the night ‘cause you’re just so full of pep and cheer?” The familiar voice spoke, but had no clear direction to it.

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Night Out 01

Balder had pocketed the phone after the last text with Neff and had started to head out after he blatantly lied that he was staying in for the night on his day off. He had a small notebook ready with a cheap ball point pen that had to take some scribbles to work as he started to walk out of his apartment, out of the building, out to the streets of the living area of downtown.  Balder yawned then laughed at himself at the very action as he began to tap at his notebook then open it up to a fresh page.

Date it

“Time…” he checks his phone, feeling it was the only source of human light among the streetlights. 

“..Ah… 3:44AM, just past witching hour.” He notes how he feels, how his shoulders were slumped and his tired eyes were rather alert. Nothing negative.. maybe a little antsy but nothing else. Still he would write it down as he walked and soon, as he looked up, he saw the herd of skeletal deer. All of them howling their odd howl that only he could hear, their ribs holding the possible terrors to other sleepers as they would all walk together.

“Well… let’s get started.” Balder would soon put in his earbuds and play some music as he smiled to himself, pen ready and eager as his steps walked a very unnerving ease to those looking in. He would write it all down…

Their ears would perk to sleeping breaths and they would only go to sleepers. They don’t follow anyone, they only look to those who were about to sleep, no matter where they are. Whether it be through the window while the sleeper is at their work or on a bench with nowhere to go. Their steps would bounce and hop, howls still singing as he walked with them and wrote all their moves… The Shepard walking the flock of horrors that would take the minds of Dreamers in the downtown streets.

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The streets weren’t a popular place for the spirits. These spirits, at least. Too many people, too much to aggravate you-know-what. But being alone so often was difficult to bear, and even being in the presence of someone else, whether or not they knew you were there, was something of a relief. Something that distracted from the void of incomprehensible thoughts that slowly grew louder the longer between having to let them roam free. Thankfully it hadn’t been long since the last time, so there wasn’t much problem in hanging around for a while.

Of course, that still didn’t mean there was much to do. He tended to occupy himself with following anyone who peaked his interest, trying to discern what they may be doing, and fighting the urge to give them a little fright. It was fun, sure, and it didn’t cost much, but he’d learned from going overboard once or twice. It wasn’t worth the trouble.

Another pair of footsteps brought his currently detached, decentralized and floating attention to bear. His formless consciousness coalesced into a single point as he brought his mind back to reality. Yet as he looked out over the rooftop’s edge, a grin crossed his face. Giving people a scare wasn’t always worth it. But sometimes...

As Balder moved down the street, his pen suddenly began to feel unusually heavy in his hands - straining to hold it still, before a sudden force ripped it away. At the same time, his notebook began to rapidly flip through the pages, going to the thin cardboard behind the very last sheet of paper. The pen bore down on it, carving with both ink and indentations in the material with the sheer force, the writing jagged and sharp.

‘SLEEPY?’

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Mai stayed still, her heart stuck at her throat, choking any words or scream from escaping her. She stayed completely still.

It felt like a day.

So many days. Or maybe it felt like all time had stayed still and all Mai could do was stare back. Her body leaned back against a tree, she couldn’t whimper. But, in a futile motion, with her hands still so close to her lips, she blew a very weak breath of that white mist to the figure before her. As the feline she is, she is curious but also so terrified to run.

The figure seemed...unresponsive. Its detailless face gazing motionless into hers. For a moment, it seemed as if it was never going to move - to keep her trapped, pinned here until she did little more than breathe.

Then, its gaze turned downward. To the necklace. From the light it immited, she could see the features of the shadow’s form more. A thin, clawed hand slowly reached up, gently grasping around the hand which held the gem. Its expression betrayed nothing, yet it seemed to stare at the crystal over all else. Like a mindless drone, it now seemed completely fixed on something else, perhaps having all but forgotten about Mai.

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It was enough to strike ice down the girl’s back as she stood there in the red, the black of the woods feeling like it surrounded her while the red light against the bark was almost like a foreboding warning of what will come if she doesn’t keep whatever-it-is inside.

But it stared.

Mai would move slowly, so very slowly to the direction away from home and further in the dark. It had her tremble as she felt the bolt strike her with every step and go through every strand of fur she has on her small body. Mai covers the gem, looking down at it as if to not look at the eyes.

Keep it docile.

Soon Mai did the best she could think of, holding the gem and soon bringing it close to her lips. She would give it a warm breath and soon from her palms came a soft swirl of a misty light into it. It was her magic. A magic that, compared to the gem, was probably so small and minuscule, but the intention was there. To heal it from whatever cold the gem felt. Calm it, hopefully.

The air began to pick up in subtle shifts and bursts. Bundles of leaves would suddenly shift, branches would suddenly sway violently, only to stop. The forest itself seemed to reflect whatever unstable energies emanated from the creature.

But as her magic connected with the gem, there was an abrupt silence. All the motions stopped. The magic itself seemed to more flow around the gem than enter it directly, as if the crystal prevented whatever healing might have otherwise affected it. The gem remained its unnatural cold. But now...

There was something far colder standing right infront of her,

Blinding white eyes stared into hers, not a foot away. Wide open, unblinking. A jagged mouth hung slightly open, hinting some form of mindless intrigue into the figure that stood before it. Unmoving and silent, as if all the unfocused, chaotic energy that had been affecting its surroundings all turned to her, and only her.

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All that was left was a breath.

Not even a song from a cricket.

Just her and the jewel in her hand that glowed an ominous red as the words ran through Mai’s mind over and over again. She can’t take this inside… she can’t take this inside! Mai looked behind her, holding the gem in her hand as she scrambled to grab a key in her pocket, missing the keyhole three times before she finally locked the Wayhouse and went to the edge of the woods.

The edge of the woods, right, wonderful idea this wasn’t a wonderful idea! What is she holding?! What just spoke to her? The gem?

Don’t let it leave, how? How can she not let it leave? She leaned against a tree in the dark, panting and then looking down at the jewel in her hand. She rubbed it a little then held it up to see. The red was harsher than her own eyes.

“Wh-What am I supposed to do..?!”

The light that emitted from the gem was more than enough to illuminate the entire forest around her, yet looking into it wasn’t at all uncomfortable. In fact, just staring into the crystal was a strangely comforting feeling. Deep beyond the transparent rock, seemingly far within the gem itself, small shapes floated and danced around - incalculable in number, yet every single one could be watched and followed. Yet every single one of them almost seemed to be...looking back.

It was no wonder there was a lingering feeling of being watched.

The air grew cold. A blood thinning, abnormal cold. An unnatural silence descended over everything. There wasn’t even the wind in the trees or the slightest crinkling of leaves. There was nothing.

A set of circular, unstable eyes appeared in the darkness.

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A terrible power? No harm will come to you? Until they return–?!

Mai could only stare at the necklace and to the figure that started to fade and flicker, unsure how she can be able to calm the heartbeat that felt as if it was stuck in her throat. Though, with a family in mind and the tenants of the Wayhouse, two small hands would gently take the jewel and hold onto it.

The cold she felt from it was as if she held ice. Her hands trembled even more.

Mai actually held it closer, as if trying to warm the small gem and it would more likely, easily, feel how shallow her breaths are.

“Do you..D-Do you have a name?” She would ask. It was a question that, to the feline, seems to be the only thing that she needs.

“David.” It faultered again. From the single voice, a short chorus of uncountable others spoke within it.

“But what you may see...that isn’t...me. It is us, but not the mind you’re speaking to. Please. Keep it safe. Keep us safe. Wear it if you need, you will find it helpful. But́ ̸̶͢íf̕͝...”

The form suddenly recoiled in a moment of apparent strain. As it looked back up at her, thin white streaks seemed to emanate from its eyes - its expression now of panicked exhaustion.

“Please. I’m out of time. Don’t let it leave, keep it docile. But st͘a̢y s҉afe͞...”

The gem suddenly flickered in colour, darting between its original blue, and a deep, crimson red. It flashed purple on occasion, as if both sides has entered the peak of some struggle.

Before her attention could go back to it, the figure was gone. The gem now deep red. Silence.

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The poor beast girl had felt her fur stand on end all the more with a shiver going up and down her spine. She held her hands against her chest as if to tru and calm the little heart in her ribs, staring in awe of what she is seeing. Then the jewel…

“I–” her voice got caught, then she sputtered. “I-I-I don’t know how I cant.. help, I– how could I help you.. um”

Her tail remained stiff and still and she made a quick round gesture.

“All of you, I suppose.”

"What we...I...need of you is simple. The details are far too long for the time there is to explain them, but there is a terrible power among us. One I...no longer have the strength to contain. I ask that you keep us safe. Keep whatever comes forth here, and away from others. Until I have the energy to return.”

The necklace moved slightly closer to her - a gesture to take it, but not strongly enough to force it on her. The light dimmed somewhat - no longer the primary source of light in the room, but enough that the figure was till visible

“I would not ask this if I weren’t under great duress. I promise you will come to no harm, should all be done proper. There will be time to explain once it is done, but for now, I can only ask you to trust me.”

“Please.” The figure’s voice seemed to fade and faulter - its energy weakened and dischortdant for a moment.

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((xKit’s really screwing up today what the hell))

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The girl's fur stood on end when she saw the blue light behind her, looking to the source and seeing the gem. A beautiful, haunting light that reflected off of her eyes in a temptation to take it. Though, the entire time she had her ears flicking to and fro to find and listen to the voice.

"I-I do what I can.. yes..." she answered meekly, her hands clasped against her chest as she looked around. "Who are you?"

The light of the gem flickered briefly, before slowly flaring up as it illuminated every dark spot in the room. It was only then that Mai could see the figure standing before her - how the gem was visibly through its transluscent silhouette form. White eyes emerged, looking into her with a gaze that, though simple in detail, conveyed a sort of exhaustion and humbleness.

“We are a lot of things. Lost souls. Unstable powers. Mindless husks. But right now...” The gem behind the figure raised up, floating in the air before coming to rest in the air between them. “We need your help.”

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The girl paused, staring outside beyond the patio of the Wayhouse. She was sure she saw a person, certainly. Or a shadow of someone. Not moving.

Her tail wagged for a moment, Mai looking out and taking a step forward.

"Hello?" She called out. Why call out? If there is an answer there is someone there! No answer? Go back inside, certainly.

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Seemed like nothing. An empty landscape staring back at her. False alarm, most likely.

Until one of the dark spots in the distance suddenly flickered and vanished. The vague shape of a person disappearing in the blink of an eye.

From behind her, a dim blue light filled up the near-darkness. A small gem, laying on the ground not a few feet behind Mai.

“Would you consider yourself a generous soul?”

A voice murmured distantly in the dark, with no real place of origin.