UNPUNISHABLE.

the darker the fruit, the sweeter.

[decaeys]

and the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication and upon her forehead was a name written:

and I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: and when I saw her, I wondered with great admiration. 

a multimuse roleplay blog primarily focused on vampire original characters with roots in tabletop roleplaying games such as vampire: the masquerade, dungeons & dragons and other horror based influences. eighteen plus. blood, gore & death tw.

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DECAEYS & REGROEWTH , rot brings new life ; all shall return to the earth.

soulbound in every universe to chaotide & voracIty

blood bound to: blightbloom && edensbite && forgreed && forwrath / eklipsoi && peperjwaala / c4garuda && shardgathered

[decaeys]

I wasn’t expecting to get a job in this economy and definitely not one with a 7am start so… consider my activity very limited until I get used to it.

[decaeys]

ok i cut down my inbox from like 100+ to <25 i am no longer scared of it

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lowkey promo for the ttrpg squad besties ( one ) ( two )

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also. I think I’m going to have to delete my inbox apart from tailored asks. I’m scared of looking at it at this point.

[decaeys]

I don’t have an fc for silas but just imagine a white guy. floppy hair. tattoos everywhere. kinda alt. BUT. he’s woke. back in 2011 in chicago that man is woking it up.

[decaeys]

[decaeys]

got myself a job in a field adjacent to what i want so i'm super excited and i start tomorrow !!!!! happy pride month queers

[decaeys]

adding my sci-fi / cyberpunk adjacent hacker oc to the blog. quirked up white girl goes by babylon and she is Not A Good Person and is definitely not involved with Terrible Things because she has no concept of the value of a single life after she went through The Horrors

[decaeys]

continued from discord with @voraclty

Babylon was too far gone by now to notice any nuance in Calico's voice. Whatever she said, Babs was taking as gospel. Even if she did notice anything off about her partner's attitude she was in no position to do anything about it even if she did. Perhaps it was better for both of them if she remained ignorant, lest they end up in a fight that neither of them could possibly win.

"You sure?" she paused on the food question for just a moment longer as Calico decided to look for a blanket. "I'm warm right now, but I could snuggle up under a blanket with you any day." The redhead grinned at her, but made no effort to stop her as she then moved to order as much food as her drunken mind could think of. Burrito, milkshake, fries, cookies, donuts... maybe Calico would want something for later... a pizza they could eat cold if she didn't. Babs scanned her face with her phone, sending off the payment without a hint of remorse for the huge sum that disappeared into the hands of some corporate bastard.

She'd earned enough tonight, surely she deserved a treat for everything she'd done.

"Oh, could you bring Milky with you while you're at it?" Milky was a toy cow that Babs had treated herself to after she'd left the facility. Its giant soft udders made a great pillow, and the shape of the giant toy was big enough for them both to cuddle with on the sofa.

Once she was satisified with her requests she woke the TV up and told it exactly what she wanted to watch: that action movie with the bald guy, no, not that one, the other bald guy, yeah yeah this, ok, pause until Calico comes back. The AI chimed back in understanding, and Babs let herself lay back across the sofa with her feet up while she waited for her lover to return from the war (their bedroom).

[decaeys]

round 3 @chaotide

most of sarya's camp had retired for the night, entrusting first watch to herself and one other. she knew him only briefly: a tall, standoffish man from anchor bay. beyond that, she had only been told not to bother trying to strike up conversation with him about anything other than work. fantastic, a long night of silence. pearl heaved a sigh, wishing more than anything she'd been partnered with nessa and her ever consistent jugs of wine that weren't strictly contraband, given they were 'offerings' to her deity.

with only her greatsword in tow pearl made her way to the edge of the camp, enjoying the soft warmth of the fire at her back as she crossed its center. she'd be there until only embers remained, most likely, so it was nice to take in what she could before the cold of the night took its toll.

when she arrived it seemed her partner for the night was already stationed at his post, gazing out into the forest. it seemed almost a shame to interrupt him, but she couldn't go the entire night without saying a word.

"seen something already?" she stepped forward, announcing her presence with the soft crunch of earth underfoot, "didn't expect anything to show up quite so soon, but it saves us from being bored all night I guess."

pearl heaved her sword off her back and stood it against the temporary fence they'd built around the encampment. it wasn't perfect, but it could hold the weight of the weapon. at least if any people were to come through, they'd have to walk directly through the entrance before getting to where sarya was resting.

"how long've you been out here?"

[chaotide]

tonight was the culmination of years of her life and the utmost pinnacle of her life so far. willow was far from a perfectionist but tonight? tonight had to be perfect.

as a result of that determination, she had spent hours on hair and makeup today. her mother was lacing her into the baby pink prom dress that she'd chosen months ago when silas' familiar knock echoed from the front door. before katherine could react, she was lifting the layers of bejewelled fabric from the floor to make it easier to run for the door.

she ignored her mother's scolding that followed her down the corridor. she couldn't let her mother answer it and sour silas' mood. everything had to be perfect. her reputation relied on tonight.

she hoped that he had at least tried to dress nicely for the pictures that she wanted to take. however, she knew better than to hold out hope with silas. at the very least, they would both get the crowns tonight. she was sure silas hadn't even thought about that being the reality but it was only natural. she was at the top and he had to be at her side.

she pulled the door open. immediately, her eyes landed on the bouquet of flowers in his hands. silas so rarely bought flowers that it was unexpected. her expression changed from surprise to a warm smile as her gaze moved to his face.

"you got me flowers, babe?" it wasn't a question, more of a distraction for the emotional reaction that welled up. she couldn't cry or she would ruin her makeup. "they're so beautiful."

she moved to take them from him and breathed in the scent. "and you... well, you kind of dressed up." she laughed as she took in his appearance. she moved the skirt of her dress to step back and allow silas in. she placed the flowers down on a side table, knowing her mother or the housekeeper would sort them out by the time they got back tonight.

a kiss was then pressed to silas' cheek, carefully, to avoid the transfer of her lipgloss. "will you finish lacing me up, babe? we can do some pictures here first and then i'll be ready to leave after that." her attention flicked to katherine's entrance momentarily. she could feel the negative energy even from here but paid it no mind.

[decaeys]

from the sound of the rushing to the door, at least he wouldn't immediately be met with katherine's sourpuss face. he straightened himself and put both hands on the bouquet, figuring that the first sight willow should get of him should be entirely presentable. he could whine and complain later.

"I forgot which were your favourites, but these ones are pretty, and you're pretty, so I figured they matched." he was no good at romance, truly. the best he could do was say what willow wanted to hear, and she'd give him the reaction he desired. rinse and repeat, and that was how he'd get by.

he followed her inside, making sure that he kicked off his shoes and placed them beside the shoe rack for katherine. her presence at the end of the hallway was ignored.

"sure, have you got a photographer ready to go?" it was partially a jibe and partially pure curiosity: was all of this really worth the money and effort of a professional photographer? looking between the dress and the rest of the house, silas figured he already knew the answer.

despite the complexity of the lace on the back of her dress, his dextrous fingers carried him through the motions and managed to tie a presentable bow. he just hoped that she wouldn't want any pictures from behind.

his gaze lifted to katherine briefly, offering her a nod of forced greeting. he didn't care to interact with the woman that only tolerated his existence for the sake of willow's happiness. a smile was too much to offer someone like her. instead, he stepped in front of willow and bowed lowly, hand in front of his torso. "where would you like the first pictures then, my princess? allow me to escort you."

[decaeys]

happy june pals!

[decaeys]

worst thing about being best friends with your regular dm is that they'll incorporate your ocs as npcs and make you play them without any fucking context

[chaotide]

alexandria, like all her siblings, and all drehers before her were born in mid-winter. as a result, alexandria often did not find comfort in the more temperate climates like sevierth or bellmere. she certainly did not enjoy the climates of dera or esaria. if she could not see her breath crystallizing in front of her then she found little comfort, knowing that she was so far from home.

however, the plants that grew within these climates were enviable. the gardens had once been a testament to beauty but her father's cruelty had let them fall into a wild jungle.

"the druids maintain the garden well. i hope the palace gardens can return to the grandeur they had from before my father." she said, glancing around their immediate surroundings. she rarely got time to enjoy the gardens as she was often locked within endless council meetings within the palace.

"you flatter me too easily, my love." she said, her expression curling into a warm smile at xyra's admiration. there was nothing she loved more than being made to feel safe and wanted. and xyra -- her knight, her protector, her devotee -- gave her safety in spades. she did not believe in gods but she prayed that none would take xyra from her. "it should not earn you additional favours, but i could not lie to you."

she turned to the flowers growing nearest them and pulled the flower from its stem. delicate fingers offered it out to the elf. "a hellebore. i had them grown for you. their appearance reminds me of you. and i know that you like to see all that you can of the world. i thought i could bring the world to you, my love -- for all that you do for me."

[decaeys]

the appearance of these blooms still remained strange to her, even on the material plane. what she had seen of it remained confined to steepwind, which was not a place with abundant wild growth like the places she had visited before her exile. it was surely a far cry from the feywild, too, where xyra had spent much of her time. even in the winter court the flora and fauna retained their splendour, even if they were not so bright and exciting as those from the spring or summer courts.

at the mention of the hellebore xyra lifted a hand, comparing the pallor of her skin to the white petals of the flower and gave a small smile. even the dotted appearance of the petals' pattern reminded her of the tattoos etched into her skin. "they are beautiful," she mused, her tone lifted from its usual monotone. "where do they hail from?"

part of her wondered why alexandria would choose to pull the flower from its stem to show her rather than simply turn and point. it felt unnecessary, pointless even to end a life for no reason other than vanity. but then she supposed that was alexandria's life, or at least that of a dreher. life had no meaning to them. anyone not a dreher was beneath them, subhuman even, and that wasn't even considering how they treated their elves. this flower was just another unfortunate victim of the dreher's cruel regime, its plucking no more or less important than any other who stood in the dreher's way. it was blessed to have been acknowledged by alexandria, at the very least.

she held it in her hand and curled her fingers around it, crushing the soft petals lightly into her palm.

"what others have you had brought over recently? my patrol does not bring me to this part of the palace." in fact she had rarely acknowledged the gardens outside of it being a quiet spot for her and alexandria to talk freely. more often than not her mind remained on protecting the empress and those around her.

stepping forward to explore further, xyra held out her hand for alexandria to take and bowed her head lowly. "if I may escort the lady through this labyrinth of blooms?"

[decaeys]

been playing dollies in xiv and i think i finally found a setup i like for pearl yippee wahoo

[valtsv]

stabbing as a metaphor for penetration is great but when are we going to talk about pressing down on where someone is wounded to disarm them or just to be cruel while fighting. does nobody else care about the perverse intimacy of knowing exactly where to touch to overpower someone. the grotesque vulnerability of it. especially if you're the one who wounded them in the first place.