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#ERROMES. - multimuse of mythology & fantasy-based clerics. heavily inspired by medieval catholic mythology. private & selective. written by samcat, 30+. fighting evil by moonlight with @heartevaded, @rottine, & @whinedarksea / @thrownsoul / @harvestshope

nahia of getaria, saint and martyr. helena tas vacek, priestess and single mom.

A STUDY IN: cults of martyrs, virgin motherhood, religious trauma, organized religion, the tension of feeling connected to godhood but not to humanity's version of it.

BLOGROLL: @motheredearth (if you wanna follow the bad guys) LINKS: carrd. about. rules. memes.

RULES AT A GLANCE...

#( PINNED POST. )

HELENA CAN HEAR herself breathing - mechanical flows of air through her lips, down her throat, to her lungs, then back again. That's good, she thinks. She could've sworn that claw had rended her femoral artery, but she can't tell for certain given all the blood soaking burgundy through her skirt. It's hot and sticky, but the fact she's breathing and not in any pain must mean she's alright.

@heartevaded as Laridae says, "Okay, I have you, I have you -"

That's good, she thinks, again. Now she can just sink to her knees. "I don't have any..." she says, voice trailing as just more mechanical flows of air through her lips, weaker now. The fire-spark of her dark blue eyes fades, replaced with an unseeing gloss as the last of her energy continues to beat and beat and beat at her heart, erringly hoping that upon the next beat, it would fill again with blood instead of pushing more out of her.

"We have to go home, you have that meeting."

#HEARTEVADED: LARIDAE.#HEARTEVADED #( MUSE: HELENA. )#( VERSE: DUNGEONS & DRAGONS. )#( ARC: EXILED FREEDOM. )#( we have bypassed freaking out which means we have bypassed all medical knowledge. )#( 'omg there's so much blood but i feel no pain? thats such a good sign! im just gonna sleep for a lil ok <3' )

memepocalypse

Hidden Injuries

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

"I'll be fine. I'm great. I'm - I'm fantastic. Don't worry about me! I'm just gonna go... into this really nice... warm light..."

#( MEMES. )#( i accused my wife of not sending me one of these. )#( and then realized i didn't reblog it. )#( oopsies anyway hi! let me have a turn on the concussion xbox. )

erromes

what if i made hellhound!nahia's design a literal puppy wolf. what then.

erromes

#( and then as you de-demon nahia's soul the arrows in her body turn to roses one by one. i think that would be neat. )#animal injury cw // /#blood cw // /

what if i made hellhound!nahia's design a literal puppy wolf. what then.

#( tell me do u care her )#( even though she ate all of your female relatives )#( she's just teething 🥺 )#( hellhound!nahia: i frew up 🥺 (your mom's skeleton) )#( OOC: SAMCAT CHATS. )

heartevaded

@erromes // lightly plotted starter

As Theresia completed her third lap around the chalk circle she had drawn, she looked out again over the darkened convenience store. Shadows of mostly empty metal shelving, cast by flickering candlelight, danced on the walls and ceiling. Scatter beer cans, fast food bags, and other evidence of teenage loitering littered the floor. From outside could be heard the flap of police tape, broken by Theresia upon her entrance and fluttering in the wind. Inside, the air was deadly still.

Kneeling, Theresia tapped the record button on her phone screen, then turned on her tape recorder with a solid click. She straightened.

“It is Monday, September sixteenth. I am in Nazareth, Pennsylvania in the United States of America in a defunct 7-11. There is a slight breeze which is causing a rustling sound from the trees and debris outside. My name is Theresia.”

Theresia raised the camera hanging from a strap around her neck to her eye. Through its viewport, she focused on a dark, messy stain on the linoleum floor and snapped a photo. With a whir, the camera produced a blank polaroid. “That was me, taking a picture,” Theresia explained to her two recording devices.

She paused, then asked. “Who is here?” Theresia paused again, allowing time for a response. “What is here?”

erromes

FOUL & ROTTEN BLOOD wells in its mouth, dripping in long, coagulated strings onto the broken concrete of a distant parking lot -- splat. Splat. It has been watching the girl for a long time, from the moment she had begun to linger and sniff at its last feasting place. No, "feasting" is the wrong word. That old blood continues to pour from between its teeth, regurgitated. Rejected.

The wild hound belongs to a master no longer. IT IS FREE. IT IS ENDLESS AND INEVITABLE. Yet it still feels the ghost of a leash contorting its guts and tightly muzzling its jaw. WHY? It's centered on the girl. She is marked by something that makes its eyes water. WHY?

T...H...E...R...E...S...I...A.

The beast holds her name and is enraged. IS STARVING. She is a fool to come near its hunting grounds! What a frenzy it had relished and scorned there! Such a meal had not been enough. IT IS NEVER ENOUGH! But a name feels bigger. Dog could feast on a name. FINALLY! Theresia asks who is here?

"ME!"

Force bursts through the already broken windows and directly into Theresia's back, scattering such a paltry defense as a salt circle like dandelion seeds in Santa Ana winds. Gut instinct would mark the growls echoing through the aisles as canine in nature, but only because human perception is too dull to name otherwise. Theresia's skull makes a sickening crack against the cheap tile here, and gravity only seems to continue increasing, suffocating, as the hound lunges for a bite.

But it stops. With a whine? Theresia is released.

Should she survive, and should her faculties remain intact, it may occur to Theresia to analyze the recording, layer by layer. And should she do so, something would come through the layers of distortion and volume that even a keen ear would miss. A girl's voice. Young. Frantic.

( "Me!" )

#( VERSE: HELLHOUND. )#( MUSE: NAHIA. )#HEARTEVADED #HEARTEVADED: THERESIA.#( not me tagging a verse that doesn't even have a writeup. )#( sry. but anyway. hehe >:) i am BUZZIN. )#( this is kinda bad but im too excited and i keep forgetting this thread exists lskjdflskdjf )

syrenki

i secretly want a little bit more of everything all the time

#( VIBE CHECK: HELENA. )#( there she is. )

Kinderly is now my coming Into this world with teres and cry Litel and povere is my having Britel and sone I falle from hit Sharpe and strong is my deying I ne woth whinder schal I Foul and stinkande is my roting On me, Jhesun you have mercy!

#( MUSIC: HELENA. )#( one day. when i have time to sit down and update some graphics and my pinned post. )#( i would edit this to be my pinned post audio. )#( tagging this primarily as helena bc nahia i associate with masculine voices. )#( but trust that in the a24 film that exists in my brain: this song is playing. a la the green knight. )#( helena's running through her cathedral. late for vespers. trying to comb her hair. tripping over herself putting onshoes. you get it. )

WHAT DOES LOVE FEEL LIKE TO YOU?

for HELENA, it feels like everything ... nothing matters but this. not you. not them. this moment, this love that you've built, that is what matters. it is all that there is. you will do anything to keep it this way; no matter what line you have to cross, who you have to step over. the ends justify the means, after all; and for you, this is everything. they are everything.

for NAHIA, it feels like death ... if there is peace, it's in the arms of your lover. you can finally lay yourself to rest; you know you're safe with them. there is nothing but the two of you. the quiet rhythm of their breath, the thump of their heart. if there is to be an end for you, you will give anything for it to be here. this will consume you. you will let it.

tagged by: @heartevaded ( mwah<3 ) tagging: you! steal it and tag me!

#( SILLY DASH GAMES: HELENA. )#( SILLY DASH GAMES: NAHIA. )#( yeah. this tracks. )#( ofc the martyr gets death. everyone laugh at nahia for getting death. )

faterpresources

Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses! (please remember to specify how many muses/which muses for multimuses!)

#( here too hehe )#( MEMES. )

cool modern!nahia plotting idea: your muse comes to nahia's family restaurant on the coast of spain and has the time of their life eating seafood and drinking wine.

#( don't worry about the terrorist attack they fixed everything. )#( yeah she was in the news. don't look it up. )#( ooc: samcat chats. )

calleido

proval lake, pyatigorsk, russia

#( AESTHETICS: NAHIA. )

rating nahia's potential experiences with each of the traditional catholic archangels if they were to call on her for a task:

michael: 3/5. nahia would be able to function if she locked into soldier mode, and would be able to complete the task. she'd end the journey a very capable soldier, but would've lost... more than a little innocence. i think she would've had the courage to talk back to him when confused, but ... idk if that would've gone well. might've lost an eye for it, idk. she'd survive and die of old age, but it would not be a happy life.

raphael: 4/5. probably the best one out of the lot! he has a patronage to travelers and youth, so would probably be the nicest to her? i think that makes her Crazy(tm) but it's something raphael would be better at handling i think. it would make her more confident in asking questions and in asking for help.

gabriel: 1/5. this is the mary archangel, so obviously he's like THE guy to impress. so the pressure is WAY too high to be perfect. she would complete the task but probably do it poorly and absolutely die doing it, because she would in fact rather die than admit she has a question or is confused about the task. i think he'd be nice, but that would make her bite tear and kill, which she would feel bad about, and then just spiral from there. not a good scene. she's looking away.

#( almost put them on a tier list to be funny but im lazy )#( HEADCANON: NAHIA. )#( i think about nahia's marytyred soul getting into heaven and just being like )#( 'this is nice and all but can i just hang out at my mom's house? i don't know you hoes.' )

i'm realizing more and more that nahia trusts the comfort of women much more than she trusts the comfort of men.

the deepest wound that leads to this is that her dad committed suicide when she was 4. and she has internalized that as her fault. in turn, she doesn't trust men to stick around.

but even after that, i think it's because she's been raised by a widower, another man. who is very kind! but i think nahia growing up with the mentality that she had to work to receive affection was ... unfortunately reinforced by being poor. like yes, she did receive a lot of praise from the widower jokin for being hard working and able to keep up with him! and with him being the central parental figure in her life, she doesn't want to worry him and potentially rock the boat of the affection system she thinks she has carefully set up by being hard-working.

it leads to nahia trying very hard to not even just seem fine, but be fine. this mentality can show up with regards to any gender, but if it is a masc-presenting person showing any kind of comfort to her, she is much more likely to feel anger and embarrassment that they can tell she's feeling negatively. whereas with women, it's ... something more fragile. she's much more likely to accept the care, because at the end of the day, her mom died when she was young! and she's a kid who wants her mom!

it's why if this were a joan of arc situation, the archangel michael would've been much, much worse for nahia. she still would've done as she's told, but she would've been so much more ... defiant and angry.

mama mary? no questions asked, she will do anything to experience that kind of divine comfort again. including die for it.

which begs the question, would nahia have been martyred if she were called by a masc-presenting divine entity...? idk .... maybe not though!

#( i don't think angels have a gender for the record. )#( but like. however they choose to present themselves ... if nahia gets masc vibes. )#( she's gonna have a .... Different Time(tm) )#suicide mention cw #( HEADCANON: NAHIA. )

heartevaded

Laridae stared at Nahia.

“What did she–” Effi began, but Laridae interrupted her.

“Latin,” he said, a little breathlessly. “I think she’s speaking Latin.”

It sounded like Latin, anyway, or more like Latin than anything other language he knew of. Placing it was like slowly recognizing a song he hadn’t heard in a long time, half mentally grinding through vocabulary, hunting for matches, and half letting his subconscious dance crookedly towards it. Latin! It didn’t make sense. Had Nahia been bluffing before, just pretending to barely know English? If she really was Nahia Otxotorena from Getaria, Spain, that seemed unlikely. It felt right, though (almost), after the Old Norse. Why not swirl Latin into the messy, mysterious cocktail that his day had become? In spite of everything, a small smile tweaked the corners of his lips, making Effi scowl. ‘We don’t have time for this,’ radiated from her, and she was right.

“Nahia,” Laridae began. “We don’t have a minute. I’m sorry. We’re far away from that monster now, but we can’t be sure it won’t follow us. I have a friend near– well, not near, it’s Texas– but near-ish here, who we’ll be safe with. But we do have to keep moving right now.”

As he spoke, Laridae studied Nahia’s face for signs of comprehension. Seeing none, after a beat, he ventured, “Scisne latine loqui?” Do you know Latin?

“Me paenitet,” he continued, mirroring Nahia’s pronunciation and cadence. Not the way he’d learned to say “I’m sorry” conversationally– it was a little formal– but being intelligible was most important right now. Gingerly, Laridae pared away the complexity and uncertainty of their situation, leaving behind simple concepts that he could (hopefully) communicate successfully. “Exspectare non possumus. Non est tutum.” We cannot wait. It is not safe. “Quaeso veni nobiscum.” Please come with us.

erromes

LATINE. Does she know it? No, she thinks, disparate thoughts merging together for one brief moment before fluttering away from each other again, scattering like gulls from a wave. Those gulls persist in her mind's eye. It arcs over the ocean and skims across the surface of blue-grey memories. It's enough to get her to look up at him, and only then does she realize how closely he's peering at her. Immediately, she waves him off. Don't look at me. She must move quickly. I don't need help. Don't look at me. Her embarrassment is growing teeth.

Nahia gets up too fast for her dizziness to fade properly, but she clenches her teeth and her fists to force stability into her shaky legs. Her kelp-brown eyes, distant and glassy with vomit-induced tears, flick to the sky. If Laridae had gotten en eerie feeling looking at that Ebay prayer card earlier, he would certainly feel it again now - something harsher, though. Something dirtier, yet more plausible. The moment passes. Nahia is once again just a confused teenager focusing on the ground beneath her feet, and a curt nod is offered in place of any verbal confirmation.

I am ready. I will obey.

#( MUSE: NAHIA. )#( VERSE: MODERN. )#HEARTEVADED: LARIDAE.#HEARTEVADED #( e effi! )#( sorry this is short but. nahia doesn't take much to lock in. )#( nahia: if i just nod my head and say yes maybe they will forget that i don't know wtf is happening. )#( so dog coded it's crazy. )#( i continue to eat this thread UP. )

here she is, the most beautiful nightmare woman <3

#( OOC: MUN ART. )#( HEADCANON: HELENA. )#( she loves money and loves jewelry but she HATES that she does. )#( a lot of the stuff on here she hates that she loves in general. )#( miss ma'am has a Hard Time accepting the desires that she has. )#( she wishes CONSTANTLY that she had what she deems as '''''good'''' desires. )

heartevaded

[ ► helena coffee (blonde cute) ] : LMAO WHAT?? [ ► helena coffee (blonde cute) ] : uh no?? [ ► helena coffee (blonde cute) ] : are you joking? say psych [ ► helena coffee (blonde cute) ] : who did this to you?? u arent overreacting that's insane you arent weird for asking [ ► helena coffee (blonde cute) ] : it's a shitshow out there on the apps but that has never happened to me from any gendered personlol [ ► helena coffee (blonde cute) ] : what app is this? i didn't know you were on the apps 👀 what deranged type a weirdo is trying to date u?? ☕☕☕☕

erromes

Helena exhales sharply and settles into the seat at her kitchen table with self-righteous fury. Thank you! There she goes, tip-tapping away.

[ text: Nat Souven ] OMG I'm NOT on the apps and we are NOT dating!! 😖😖😖 But it is crazy right?? We're FRIENDS, not COWORKERS!! [ text: Nat Souven ] I'm not a CUSTOMER. Who does he think he is?! [ text: Nat Souven ] Thank you for the gut check, I'm so mad!!! 😡😡😡

#( MUSE: HELENA. )#( VERSE: MODERN. )#HEARTEVADED #HEARTEVADED: NAT.#( you know damn well she still has the typing sound on. )#( she's also lying she is on the apps. )#( kind of. she has them downloaded but hasn't made a profile. )#( helena (blonde cute) is SENDING me. )

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