inescapable doom

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INEXORABLE ─── an independent, crossover-friendly rp blog for moros, the god of doom and inevitability, inspired by (but not limited to) supergiant's hades ii. woven by rawr.

hades ii spoilers in reblogs or musings will be tagged as #;rawrspoilers.

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// I was explaining my friends the concept of magic anons yesterday and I swear we should collectively bring those back. Embrace cringe and the endless narrative opportunities of it!

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// woke up more than an hour before my alarm rang today and I'm by no means an athletic person but I've been meaning to go back to the gym once I recovered from my cold — and that's what I'm doing now! Walking there instead of rolling around in bed. Yey for me!

Unrelated, I think witchcraft can, to some extent, shape fate, which makes Moros really curious and appreciative of it, and he'd LOVE to learn... but feels like that would go against his duty, considering he often knows exactly the outcome of the things. Like it's fine and it's cool when other people do it, but if he did, that'd be somewhere between cheating and defying cosmic order.

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His visits to the garden rarely lasted more than a fraction of an instant — just long enough to watch Zagreus collapse and be drawn back into the Underworld as the Fates intended. But within those fractions, in which Moros was able to exist indefinitely, Moros had grown fond of it. It was, despite everything, a place of light, and love, and especially life.

Sometimes he would take... just a bit longer to appear. A gift he never spoke of, that he doubted could even weigh against the magnitude of what he was tasked with taking away.

But today is a cold winter’s day. Persephone has returned to the House, and the garden lies dead and deserted. And so Moros has chosen to... indulge in what one could only call a guilty pleasure. To sit on the snow with his back against a naked tree, alone and quiet.

Or, at least, he thought he was alone.

The cold could never make the God of Doom shiver the way the sight of the godling did.

"...Good evening, Prince."

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// Doom Incarnate as a warlock patron, anyone? 👁️

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You said mortals surely appreciate my diligence, because I'm with them in the final moments of their lives. The truth of it, however, is they hate me. In life, as well as death.

#DOOMBRINGCR ─── an independent, crossover-friendly rp blog for moros, the god of doom and inevitability from mythology & supergiant's hades ii. woven by rawr (spoilers tagged)

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Doom often follows the children of the gods, and manifests in more ways than around mere mortals. Their weavings are complex, and he has wondered plenty of times whether the Three Fates do it on purpose to make cautionary tales out of them, or if their threads are just that difficult to work with, even for experts like them.

She is one of the few Moros is in friendlier terms with, probably due to her Father's intervention preventing them from meeting in... worse circumstances. They meet in the space between, the pocket of timelessness that exists only for death to traverse reality comfortably, and Doom's face immediately lights up despite the grim picture surrounding them, that of a violent death and a killer swiftly departing the scene. He will return for them eventually, but today Moros was here merely to oversee their work.

"Princess! It is a pleasure to see you. How are you adapting to the job so far?"

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“This?” Doom Incarnate arches his brows in mild surprise, having nearly forgotten the bandages on his hand himself until the witch mentioned them. “Oh, it is nothing, Princess. Nothing of concern, that is.”

A quiet sigh follows as he studies his hand, tracing the covered wound with his thumb. It doesn't hurt anymore — though it stung far worse than expected, at first — but Moros did his best to look presentable, and for the sake of professionalism he'd rather show a bandaged hand than an ugly scar.

"I... tried to befriend Toula in your absence. I thought food would make her more tolerant of my presence, and it seemed to work — for a short time. As soon as the food was gone, however, she seemed to remember her distaste of me, and did not take kindly to my poor attempt at bribery."

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// I had been wondering all day whether the dash looked different or it's just me being out of touch with the platform

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Moros is not always the bringer of bad news. Sometimes he brings ordinary news, too, serving as a messenger between the Moirai and the House of Hades. That, however does not make him any more beloved there. Aside from the many shades that instinctively drift out of his path — those that don't immediately flee and hide —, it feels... rude, to show up and report to his mother, rather than to the Master of this place. Thus, he never stays long, and rarely engages in conversation with anyone not of his own family.

He had intended to depart promptly, as always. What he had not intended was to run into the son of Hades — quite literally, in fact. Though, to be fair, he was the one who ran into him.

"Prince—!" The moment he recognizes that face (one he has seen so very often of late), Moros swiftly steps aside, hands clasped behind his back, posture straight as a pillar even when he bows down courtly. "My apologies. I was... distracted."

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// I found my old psd which means I can make icons of moros smiling...... meanwhile like this post for a starter ❤️

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‘ those who go, they don’t come back. ’ @ thanatos

Hadestown

"You and I both know that is not an immutable truth, brother." Moros whispers. Even he, who seldom lingers in the House for long, knows this to be a delicate matter — especially now.

Sure, those led into the Underworld by his diligent younger brother hardly ever return to the Surface, and the few who do require nothing short of divine intervention to succeed, but the occasional example of a mortal walking in and out does nonetheless exist.

"He will make it out. But she won't."

His hushed words carry a revelation. The fate of Orpheus is still being discussed behind closed doors, as though it had not been woven already — Hades' resolution still a secret to everyone, just not to him. And now, not to Thanatos, either. While might believe that Doom chose to disclose that knowledge to ease whatever concerns his brother may harbor about his work being revoked, the grave melancholy in his voice suggests otherwise.

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CRASHES THROUGH THE ROOF

// CATCHES YOU IN MY ARMS AND KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD MEDITERRANEAN GRANDMA STYLE hello old friend

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HADESTOWN SENTENCE STARTERS PT. I

taken from the original cast recording, feel free to change pronouns/etc!

part ii || part iii

ROAD TO HELL

‘ don’t ask where. ’ ‘ it was hard times. ’ ‘ it was a world of gods and men. ’ ‘ it’s an old song. ’ ‘ it’s an old tale from way back when. ’ ‘ it’s a sad tale. it’s a tragedy. ’ ‘ it’s a sad song, but we sing it anyway. ’ ‘ it’s a tale of a love that never dies. ’ ‘ it’s a love song about someone who tries. ’

LIVIN’ IT UP ON TOP

‘ i’m an outdoor girl. ’ ‘ i’m trying to enjoy myself. ’ ‘ when the sun is high, so am i. ’ ‘ when my man comes around, i know he’s gonna bring me down. ’ ‘ why would a man of his own free go to work all day in the mine and mill? ’ ‘ you think i give a damn? ’ ‘ why would you trade the sunshine for a couple of nickels and dimes? ’ ‘ no one here’s a millionaire. ’ ‘ we’re living it up. ’ ‘  what we have, we have to share. ’ ‘ give me a lyre, and a campfire, and an open field at night. ’ ‘ give me the sky that you can’t buy or sell at any price, and i’ll give you a song for free. cause that’s how life outta be. ’ ‘ anybody want a drink? ’ ‘ let the poet bless this round! ” ‘ if no one takes to much, there will always be enough. ’ ‘ let the world we dream about be the one we live in now. ’

ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN 

‘ i was alone so long. ’ ‘ i was alone so long, i didn’t even know that i was lonely. ’ ‘ this is how it’s always been. ’ ‘ all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own. ’ ‘ all i’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now i wanna hold you too. ’ ‘ you take me in your arms, and suddenly there’s sunlight all around me. ’ ‘ and for a moment i forget just how dark and cold it gets. ’ ‘ i don’t ever wanna have to let you go. ’ ‘ i don’t wanna go back to the lonely life. ’ ‘ say that you’ll hold me forever. say that the wind won’t change us. say that we’ll stay with each other, and it’ll always be like this. ’ ‘ i’m gonna hold you forever. the wind will never change on us. as long as we stay with each other, then it will always be like this. ’

WAY DOWN HADESTOWN

‘ better go and get your suitcase packed. ’ ‘ i guess it’s time to go. ’ ‘ those who go, they don’t come back. ’ ‘ winter’s nigh and summer’s over. ’ ‘ down there, it’s a bunch of stiffs. i’ll be bored to death. ’ ‘ give me morphine in a tin. give me a crate of the fruit of the vine. ’ ‘ everybody dresses in clothes so fine. ’ ‘ the wage is nothing and the work is hard. ’ ‘ an eye for an eye. ’ ‘ a lie for a lie, and your soul for sale. ’ ‘ you’re early. ’ ‘ i missed you. ’ ‘ seems like you own everything. kinda makes me wonder how it feels. ’

EPIC II

‘ king of diamonds, king of spades. ___ was king of a kingdom of dirt. ’ ‘ the river styx was a river of stones. ’ ‘ ____ laid them high and thick with a million hands that were not their own. ’ ‘ and stone by stone, row by row, the river rose up. ’

CHANT

‘ keep your head low. ’ ‘ if you wanna keep your head, you gotta keep your head low. ’ ‘ in the coldest time of year, why is it so hot down here? ’ ‘ it ain’t right, and it ain’t natural. ’ ‘ lover, you were gone so long. ’ ‘ lover, i was lonely. ’ ‘ lover, when you feel that fire, think of it as my desire for you. ’ ‘ i’ll sing a song of a love gone wrong. ’ ‘ every year, they have this fight. ’ ‘ lover, while you sing your song, winter is coming on. ’ ‘ all the pretty songs you sing ain’t gonna shelter us from the wind. ’ ‘ why is it so bright down here? ’ ‘ when you see that glare, think of it as my despair for you. ’ ‘ when the gods are having a fight, everybody else better hold on tight! ’ ‘ everything i’ve saved is gone. ’ ‘ fire ain’t gonna light itself. ’ ‘ every year, it’s getting worse, hell on earth. ’ ‘ did you think i’d be impressed? ’ ‘ i recall there was a time we were happy, you and i: in there garden where we met. nothing was between us yet. ’ ‘ lover, everything i do i do it for the love of you. ’ ‘ if you don’t even want my love, i’ll give it to someone who does. ’ ‘ harbor me. ’

HEY, LITTLE SONGBIRD

‘ hey, little songbird, give me a song. ’ ‘ i’m a busy man, and i can’t stay long. ’ ‘ cat got your tongue? ’ ‘ always a pity for one so pretty and young when poverty comes to clip your wings and knock the wind right out of your lungs. ’ ‘ i want to fly down and feed at your hand. ’ ‘ i want a nice, soft place to land. i want to lie down forever. ’ ‘ the choice is yours, if you’re willing to choose. ’ ‘ you’ve got nothing to lose. ’ ‘ suddenly, nothing is as it was. ’ ‘ wasn’t it gonna be the two of us? weren’t we birds of a feather? ’ ‘ let me guess: he’s some kind of poet and he’s penniless? give him your hand, he’ll give you his hand-to-mouth. he’ll write you a poem when the power is out… hey, why not fly south for the winter? ’ ‘ look all around you: see how the vipers and vultures surround you. ’ ‘ they’ll take you down, they’ll pick you clean if you stick around such a desperate scene. ’ ‘ people get mean when the chips are down. ’

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// i thought i had lost the disposable email for this account forever but found it unexpectedly just when I was considering returning to tumblr... should I consider this a sign? how's everyone doing around here?

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// still MIA over my new job but missing writing here a lot! I'm a lot less tired this week than the last though so I'm hoping to be fully functional again soon.

In other completely unrelated news, we have a teeny tiny olive tree in our garden, but some sparrows decided to nest on its very few branches — and there are BABIES in it.