𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 @edensought - Tumblr Blog

❝ you are more than warm belief, melting skywards. more than silence broken, i'm whole again. for just a moment till the morning comes. ❞

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𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 independent, private, highly selective, headcanon based exclusively sleep token multi-muse blog featuring 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒 & 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐀. mature & triggering themes will be present. 18+ only, please read rules & dnf before interacting. worshiped by 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡, 30, they / them, est. characters established established 06/17/2025 rebooted 12/01/2025.

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𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 : @perpetval / @divinesought, @anticristvs / @vcrtexed / @absclutio, @muutos, @deusabsentas .

#ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ pinned post ◝

a heads up, things are shifting around blog wise. in an effort to not stretch myself too thin & also give my muses the attention they deserve i am moving some blogs to be side blogs. this is one of those blogs. my iv muse is very strong, frankly he's the loudest muse i have as far as the numerals go. while side blogs have their faults i know that i am going to end up neglecting a muse if i have more than 2 accounts to log into at a time.

this account will be moved to a side blog under @4thslept nothing else will change all dynamics, threads, etc will be carried over & updated on my thread tracker. my other main blog is @faithstar of which all my gh*st related muses will be settled under that blog for ease of access.

i appreciate everyone's patience with me with this blog shuffling, i am hoping that long term this will keep my activity up on all blogs.

i am over on @faithstar today trying to get shit done on there so thank you all for the patience as my copia muse has woken up these last few days.

curseofjulia

a kiss for the guitarist

(x)

#◟ iv ◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ portrait ◝#◟ iv ◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ desires ◝#( something to wash away the ick )

i love being sexually harassed & misgendered in the same fucking breath

#( tempted to just turn anon off bc what the fuck )#( a god damn novella in my inbox detailing how someone would fuck me )#( also not a girl you fucking weirdo )

divinesought

📐 + 5'3 ( ii ) , 6'5 ( iii ) 5'10 ( ivy ) & 5'11 ( theia )

[ THIS IS MAKING ME LOSE MY SHIT HELP DFHBGHFDG ]

#( help im wheezing )#( he's so tiny )

frckldmnstr

from unattainable dreams

#◟ iii ◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ portrait ◝

perpetval

@edensought asked: Ii catches sight of Perpetua heading back into her office and cannot help but tease her, he's currently in a rather casual outfit of just a black tank top and incredibly low pants. Giving her a little wave he stretches shamelessly, knowing his shirt would ride up to show off his tattooed skin for her viewing pleasure. Tipping his head to the side he reveals a brand new bite mark on his shoulder, grinning he playfully remarks "Your wife says hello."

A RELAXED smile stretches across painted lips as she lifts her gaze up from the stack of papers in hand to see II waving at her, looking as handsome as ever dressed down from his usual attire into something far more casual. Casual and notably alluring with the peek of permanently inked skin catching her eye as he stretches and tilts his head to show off quite the bruised bite mark on his shoulder. Perpetua could've recognize that bite pattern anywhere, having adorned some of her very own and spent much time staring at them each morning in the mirror after the fact. The drummer's playful words draw out a FLUSTERED noise from her, something between a disbelieved scoff and a laugh. " I can see that. " Perpetua steps over, brushing gloved fingertips over the evidence of Brimstone's large teeth marks. " She really likes to make it clear whenever she marks someone. "

Admittedly a momentary flicker of JEALOUSY ignites in her chest, however they were unsure of who exactly it was for and it was a feeling that just as quickly dissipates with thoughts of II being able to get closer to those she loves the most. They were both opening up and sharing their lives with each other. What more could she ever want? " If I didn't know any better I'd think you're trying to distract me from my work! " Perpetua clicks her tongue and SHAKES her head with amusement, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against II's forehead. " What else did my wife say? "

edensought

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ii doesn't miss the way her gaze darkens slightly, the briefest flickering of what he can only guess is jealousy flickering across her painted features. the drummer isn't certain who it is aimed at, himself or brimstone, however he wishes to remedy it as quickly as he can. his blue hues flutter closed for a moment at the press of a kiss to his forehead, before he is opening them & reaching out for her. hands settle upon her hips, keeping her close as he tips his head up to meet her mismatched gaze. ❝ that we both missed you being there with us. ❞ it's true, as fun as it was to indulge in each other they both adored perpetua as well. there wasn't a situation that ii could honestly say would be better without her involved.

one hand reaches up to gently cup her pained cheek, not caring if any transferred onto his skin. ❝ we talked after more, but we both agree you've been working yourself to death love. ❞ something he admittedly knew he struggled with himself. it was a bit different in her case, with a large portion of the clergy looking to her while her twin floundered in resentment at his current status. ❝ i know you have a lot on your shoulders, frater isn't exactly making your life easy at the moment, but it can't all be on you. ❞ he knew all too well that all that pressure could make one crack after enough time.

❝ we also wanted to ask you to dinner tonight, brimstone asked phantom to watch meteor for the evening just so we could. ❞ he sincerely hoped that she didn't have any late meetings. ii could see that perpetua hated to be away from her family & it broke his heart that she was often kept so late by the needs of the clergy who suddenly seemed incapable of doing anything without being heavily monitored or directed every step of the way.

❝ brim loves you, i love you perpetua. i know i don't...that i haven't come out to say it yet mostly due to my own fears ... but i can't deny how i feel about you. even if things - well, no matter what happens i don't want to see you missing out on life because if incompetent idiots. you deserve so much better than that. ❞

#◟ ii◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ thread ◝

mssnglimbs

Fall into your eyes like a grave

#◟ iv ◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ portrait ◝

hollowprompts

🌿 * 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 : 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜.

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 : what grief does your muse carry quietly, and how do they cope when no one is watching? 𝐨𝐚𝐤 : what gives your muse strength when everything feels uncertain? 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : what soothes your muse's mind when they are overwhelmed? how do they manage stress? 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : what memory does your muse hold onto most tightly, and why? 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡 : when was the last time your muse had to start over, and what did they leave behind? 𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫 : what traditions or values does your muse consider sacred? 𝐢𝐯𝐲 : who or what has your muse clung to and why? 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 : how does your muse protect the people they love? 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 : what parts of your muse are considered hard to love, and how do they deal with that? 𝐟𝐨𝐱𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 : what lies has your muse told to protect themself or someone else? how far are they willing to go? 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐬 : where does your muse feel most safe, what does that look like? 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞 : what does endurance mean to your muse? 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 : how do they express longing, especially for something or someone that they think they cannot have? 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞 : how does your muse heal - physically, emotionally, spiritually? 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 : what does joy look like for your muse? how do they let themself feel it? 𝐚𝐬𝐡 : what has your muse lost that still haunts them? 𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 : what inner wounds does your muse hide? do they hide it behind humour or confidence? do they hide it at all? 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚 : what does love mean to your muse - how do they show it? how do they want to receive it? 𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐬 : when your muse needs clarity - who or what do they turn to? 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧 : are there any details from your muse's childhood that sticks with them - good or bad? 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐨 : how does your muse handle change and adaptability - are they flexible or resistant?

#ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ prompts ◝#( specify muse. )

nixscriptum

divinesought

@edensought

#◟ ii ◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ psyche ◝#( i need ship tags so bad fhdhdhd )

aquareegia

I want what they have. ♡

#◟ iv ◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ portrait ◝

bonncy

Even in Arcadia, there I am.

#◟ iii ◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ portrait ◝

you're so warm. / werewolf ivyrose @vcrtexed

𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄, the quiet of the woods is only interrupted by the crackling of the firepit in front of the mated pair. They're curled up together on a fallen log made into a makeshift bench, ivy's arms wrapped tight around rose's form. her words break the silence, pulling a soft laugh from the werewolf. ❝ yeah, we werewolves kinda run hot. ❞ he murmured softly, turning his head to press a tender kiss to her forehead with a soft sigh. it felt so good to be able to just relax together outside under the light of the moon. the nocturnal pair more than comfortable with the darkness surrounding them. it also helped that the magical protections that kept their home hidden gave them a stronger sense of security.

he's glad to be out of his dingy apartment & living with rose. already the place feels more like their home now that his stuff is unpacked. he's still sorting out where to put his music equipment, there's rooms to spare but soundproofing would be needed first. he can't help but remember the way rose had looked around their shared bedroom once his belongings had been unpacked, when his blankets had joined her own on the bed, when his clothes had been hung up in the closet next to the vampire's. she had looked so happy, like seeing it all made it feel all the more real to her.

❝ how you feelin' ? you good or do you need some blood ? ❞ he still doesn't know if she can drink from him, but part of him hopes she can. there's something incredibly intimate & special about being able to sustain your partner with a part of yourself. his fingers brush through her soft hair, his soft blue hues watching sparks fly up from the fire pit & into the night sky. the night is perfect, just the two of them cuddled up together without threat of interruption. he wouldn't have it any other way.

he can't help but think of the life he left behind for a moment, wondering absently if his family could ever have been happy for him to be with rose. he knew it was unlikely. they were nothing if not traditionalists. another reason he'd fled his childhood home as soon as he'd been financially able to do so. still, it hurt knowing that he couldn't share his love for rose with them. that they wouldn't be happy knowing their son had settled down with the love of his life. pushing away those thoughts he instead focuses on rose's features, how soft she looked in the firelight. ❝ still can't believe all this is real sometimes. i can feel it - our bond, so i know it is but i keep expectin' to wake up like 's all some dream. never thought i could be so lucky. ❞ he shifts tugging her into his lap because he can & he can never seem to get close enough to her at any given time. he knows she won't mind, they both were clingy when it came to the other. it worked for them though, both of them taking comfort in being wrapped around each other.

#◟ iv◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ answered offerings ◝

pjxckson

ii

#◟ ii ◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ portrait ◝

“ I’m awake, but it feels like I’m not really here.” from murdoc , for espera @7-inchez

𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 alarming how often theia has found herself meeting people in poor condition rather than any sort of usual form of introduction. the ground is cold where she is knelt down on her knees, lap used to pillow his head as she holds a bloodstained handkerchief to his head. she had just been fishing out her phone to call an ambulance when he stirred, not entirely alert but aware enough to speak. ❝ that may be the head trauma. ❞ she isn't certain what led him to being slumped on the cold icy ground, but she hadn't been able to turn away & keep walking.

the cold winter wind blows copper strands away from her face as sage hues gaze down at the stranger, a frown pulling at her brows. she can feel sleep pressing in on her mind, ever aware of her actions. the oracle cannot help but wonder if her god had put her here to find him like this, or if it truly had been a random occurrence. either way, it's clear that he needs aid.

❝ stay still, you're still bleeding. ❞ head wounds tended to be bloody affairs, so she couldn't be certain if that was a proper indication as to how bad of a state he was in. ❝ i'm theia- i found you here on the sidewalk. do you remember what happened ? ❞ she gives her real name, not her public stage name. they are but strangers to each other & she is not dressed as she would for a ritual. she looks ever so much like just another woman passing by.

she shifts the bloody handkerchief away from his head for the moment, a soft sound leaving her as she can see the bleeding has slowed but not stopped just yet. the seer applies pressure, mindful as to not cause any more pain than what was necessary. both cars & pedestrians pass by, moving along as if the scene before them simply did not exist. not for the first time she is struck by just how incredibly unhelpful people can be at times. it makes her thankful for her having decided to venture out that night for a walk, had she stayed home & not stepped outside who knows what might have happened to this man.

#◟ espera astraea◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ answered offerings ◝

lingerie: for the sender to try on lingerie for the receiver. ( for ii ! ) @perpetval

𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 exhale of breath leaves the drummer at the sight before him. the antipope had insisted upon showing him some new clothing items that she had gotten while shopping earlier that day. each piece had been stunning, yet when perpetua had run off to the suite bathroom to put something on ii was left curious & eager to see what exactly she was up to. this left him resting on perpetua's bed, bare safe for a pair of soft sleep shorts slung low around his hips. admittedly her rather extravagant wardrobe often left him feeling a bit under dressed.

sharp blue hues roam over her form as she steps out from the bathroom, lace & delicate fabric clinging to her pale form perfectly. each piece highlighted the soft curve of her chest, cradling her hips in lace, leaving little to the imagination. ❝ beautiful. ❞ he murmurs, slowly sliding off the bed to approach her, hips swaying with every step he takes. somehow his low slung pants manage to creep all the lower, still desperately clinging to his hips in an attempt to stay put. callused hands settle on perpetua's waist, thumbs smoothing over bare skin & purple lace with tender reverence.

ii cannot help but think about how perpetua looks like some sort of divine being like this. he envies vessel's ability to paint & sketch so easily fore he would love to put this memory to paper to encapsulate it forever. she looks just as regal here adorned with lace as she does in her papal robes, the sight alone takes his breath away. it's such a blasphemous thought, to compare her to divinity, but the thought consumes him all the same.

not for the first time does he wish he could simply pick her up & carry her off to bed, he settles for reaching for one of her hands to gently tug her along back to the familiar comfort that is her plush pillows & silken sheets. he draws her hand to his lips, pressing kisses along her knuckles before he pulls her in closer. their bodies pressed against one another, semi-bare skin to his own bare chest.

❝ i really need to keep a foot stool in here so i can kiss you properly. come down here love. ❞ there's only amusement at himself as he speaks, not minding having to reach up to gently pull her down into a heated kiss. his split tongue makes itself known, brushing teasingly across her full lips as he seeks entry. once granted he can't help the muffled moan that leaves him at the taste of her.

#◟ ii◝ ᛑᛗᛛ › ◟ answered offerings ◝#cw usfw

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