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Hiho! I know it's been a HOT SEC. Muse kinda died and irl got really stressful out of nowhere and I'm only recently getting my marbles collected and back together. I'll be writing on cth sometimes, but ! I had a question.

I'm thinking about starting a few blogs fresh and I'd like your opinion.

Tali'Zora (Mass Effect)

Pick (Kenku DnD Character of Mine)

Elder Scrolls OC

Or revamp one of my other muses? Genos (OPM) and Jason Todd primarily.

#ooc #mobile

atlantisking:

For a while he waited, one minute feeling like ages, a curious discomfort setting in, and at first he didn’t even notice why. It took him a while for the understanding to slowly sink in, being too occupied with waiting for the creature to obey his command, but when he finally understood his alarm made perfect sense. He had to realise that the silence was deeper than he initially understood. As much as the creature didn’t respond, what made it worse was that he could equally not hear its instincts, its planned actions. Such phenomenon only ever happens if something is not of this ocean, not of this world. His worry grew further as he realised, that while he could still hear the rest of the ocean, they all sounded unusually far away, as if there was an invisible bubble around this place and no creature would wish to come near it.

When the creature responded, at first its language made no sense to him, and when it did, it brought him new levels of discomfort; As Arthur couldn’t reach into the creature’s mind, but the creature had effortlessly breached his. “ Me? Do you know me? Who are you and where did you come from? “ He sends his response telepathically once again, his probing in the creature’s mind has clearly been felt at least, otherwise it hardly would’ve noticed his presence.

THE LEVIATHAN shifted in the blackness, what visible eyes lead to an even worse sight. Voice ancient, cutting and distant. From the depths, the figure rose. It became more apparent, more present that it was not of this oceans though it resembled parts of it. Water became heavy - thick and still. The domain he had wandered in - It was a part of his kingdom, his realm.. But this? Was not a subject of the King.

“ Ehye c' mgepkadishtu UH'EOG ph'nglui turor. ” In an ancient growl, a grumble and tremor that had not been heard in some time coming to fruition. The language unclear, a mess of sounds. Only then coming through in a whisper, as if the comprehension of it was.... Difficult. Not that Arthur couldn’t handle such a translation but. It seemed to border on what seemed like something not entirely human, not entirely... Right.

“ Once we knew a king in yellow. Different than you, and yet you are here all the same. But you are not them, I have seen. I am what you are not... Do you know who’s home you have disturbed, Arthur.. ”

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ IC ⦄#So sorry this is so late!!!!

@mechbrane

❛ i just don’t think you understand how much you’ve upset me . ❜

“ Miss Hardy.. ” The raspy, cold and detached voice chimed. The somewhat lifeless eyes peering instead towards the woman, a mix of a smirk and a SNEER crossing over the being’s features. The pale flesh being slightly illuminated by the lighting of the cigarette.

“ You forget I care nothing for man.. But you are no man, are you, cat? ”

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ ANSWERED ⦄

skadi-shadow

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ AESTHETIC ⦄#aquaphobia /#aquaphobia tw

atlantisking:

Patrolling through the ocean is a simple routine, beyond it potentially proving useful in preventing any sort of catastrophe or illegal fishing, Arthur equally liked to cross the waters at his incredible speed and enjoy that feeling of total freedom. At times he’d dip to the lower levels and explore, marvelling at the endless beauties of the ocean, discovering what scientists still yearn to know of the depths.

During one of these times he swam quite deep while crossing the Pacific, noticing a series of strange shaped rocks. Curiosity got the better of him so he swam closer, determined to inspect his new discovery. As he approached however, he had to realise that those rocks were rather parts of buildings. Another hidden city? He could see no movement, so perhaps whatever civilisation lived there was long gone, which was even more reason to take a closer look as he would surely not get into trouble with anyone if the place is deserted.

Gliding among the buildings he marvelled at its architecture, until he noticed something moving and soon after he slowed to a halt. The creature was humongous, he couldn’t quite make out its exact shape, but he could see tentacles. Some kind of a kraken? He has already met his fair share of ancient giants, but nothing like the one before him.

Curiously his telepathy reached out, wanting to touch the creature’s consciousness, test the level of intelligence it has. He simply pushed the command ‘ approach ’ in its mind with deep concentration. To move such a hulking mess will require all his talent

SILENCE. There was no movement.. Whatever lay in the King’s wake did not obey. It would not obey..

Then, the voice. Quaking old as stone, the language a whisper of something long supposed to be dead. The blackness shifted, the shape became less clear. What was assumed part of buildings turned in mass, the mere size larger than anything. Why the KING had ventured to this part of the ocean, the point farthest from land. Desolate, isolated, FORGOTTEN. Authors spoke rarely of this place : Its location spoken of in the hushed whispers of memory.

This was not the normal blackness of the ocean, no. The King could see far beyond that. This place.. Was shrouded. Wrong. Sour... The creatures of the ocean did not venture here, not to this place. This city’s halls long undisturbed.

“ Ymg' ah uh'eog? ”

SILENCE. A sound of shifting mass, before a voice spoke. Within the King’s own mind, rather than through the ocean.

“ Ah. You.. ”

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ IC ⦄

@bratofwar gets a starter!

“ Ymg' mgr'luh, ahehyee Iiahe Y'. Ymg' mgn'ghftephai, ng gift ot... Kadishtuor. Ymg' ah mggoka'ai ya, lw'nafhnah r'luhhor?”

The words were ancient. UNNATURAL. The silence that followed in their wake spread past the portion of the forest he strode in. Croaking, their source not among the trees nor dirt nor sky. But rather the shadows of the trees themselves. Darkening into an inky blackness. The words of... WHATEVER it was that spoke slowly becoming clear.

“ DREAMER, they called me..”

“ And we are both alone... ”

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ IC ⦄

svenholgersson

Forever, forever, you’ll stay in my heart and I will love you Forever, and ever, we never will part Oh, how I love you Together, together, that’s how it must be To live without you Would only mean heartbreak for me.

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ *quietly* what the fuck ⦄#if I have to look at this #so do you #I PROMISE i'll write soon #I've just been....so tired...

rpmusings-galore

i try to ( speak )

but nobody can h e a r

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ MUSINGS ⦄

rpmusings-galore

Due to personal reasons, I will be communing with the old gods.

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ MUSINGS ⦄

ynefr

Rumor: a whisper on the wind. That was all it was in truth, yet it intrigued her enough to come all the way out here, in the midst of the sea, to a small island to investigate. What she saw made her eyes widen & her jaw drop like nothing before.

She couldn’t comprehend the tendriled beast that stood (did it even stand?) before her. It was a dark gelatinous looking mass of something made of eyes & tentacles. ‘Twas horrific to even look at, but she heard it held great power so it must be worth it. Still the longer she looked at it the more frustrated she’d become & the more frustrated she’d wondered if she even could comprehend what she was seeing or if it would drive her mad. She decided not to risk it & instead focused on the water & finished rowing her boat to shore. When she arrived, she left her wooden canoe gracefully & spoke.

“I’ve heard quite a lot about you. Heard you will bestow your gifts on those who will worship you. Tell me about yourself so that I may choose. You may just gain a new worshipper out of the whole ordeal.” // @eldergcd

It shifted, the mass. Details being obscured just as new ones arose. Its shape was below the water as she stood on the desolate rock, waves crashing along its base. Soon, however, it shifted. The rock beginning to melt away, and the water rose higher until it snuffed past the air and the depth enveloped the sorceress. REALITY began to shift as if a lucid dream, the water’s abyssal darkness rising around her as she descended into the DEPTHS. And when there was an absence of light, and her eyes adjusted, she could see clearly. The being before her - Its eyes as red as coals. Inky black tendrils shifting in shadows below and above - she was an ant in comparison to the size of it. A voice, thundering in ANCIENT sound and quake shuttered forth. The water, should she attempt to try and breathe it, would be heavy within her lungs. But... She would survive. It would sustain her.

“ And what...

CAUSE

Do you have to plead? HUNCHBACK of vengerberg. ”

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ IC ⦄

bellyfulofrocks

HE HAD CROSSED TOO MANY PATHS to know every one by every name. Bigby had wondered, more often than he’d like, if he ought to know them all. Perhaps what’d happened to Faith might’ve been avoided, or - at the very least - Nerissa wouldn’t have had to leave her HEAD on his doorstep in order to get his attention. He should’ve known.

“ Dreamer, yeah. ” Yet there wasn’t a great deal more that he remembered. Bad guys rarely took the time to learn names, after all. “ Then you saw me break Bloody Mary into a hundred pieces,” the Wolf concluded, reaching across to light the man’s cigarette before lighting his own. “ It’s not on you - it’s my job to keep Fabletown safe, and yeah, I let some people down, but I got rid of the threat. ” A puff, followed by a pause. “ Mary and the Crooked Man can’t hurt anyone else. ”

“ I’m afraid, Mr. Wolf, ” The ‘man’ said, taking a drag on the cigarette and WATCHING its smoke climb into the distance. “ That we must all let people down at some point. There are some promises situations force us to break, as they arise. ” That which was inevitable he knew all too well. In the back of their mind, they HOPED, in the BEST way possible, they would not live to see it occur.

“ My sight is not always exact, Mr. Wolf. I know all that goes on... However details are FOGGY. If you peered at all that existed at once, imagine trying to memorize every detail. One planet, such as yours, among an INFINITE amount of others less than, just as, or more than advanced as your own... I am sorry I could not foresee what would come to occur. That reminds me. What did the Crooked Man want? Mary... Well. She was as base as I. That much I know.”

#⦃ ━━━ ⟒ IC ⦄