[eviji]

Slow multi-muse written by DJ. Carrd. Prompts.

Balma*

No bio. She is a Standard Cave Witch. *interactions

Arthur Holmwood*

Arthur comes from an old family. He had a fiancée, Lucy Westenra. On the trusted authority of a stranger, he drove a stake through her heart and had her body dismembered. *interactions. doc. pinterest. spotify.

Dr Rifat Hordiyenko*

Cosmonaut murdered his crew. Found not guilty for reasons of situational insanity. Currently unemployed, trying to get home. *interactions. doc. pinterest. spotify.

Pneuma Johns*

Non-emoting henchman for hire in Los Angeles. Keeps falling through other people’s dreams/astral projecting. *interactions. doc. pinterest. spotify. verses.

Deco Lakatos*

Scopophiliac who listens to Radiohead. Grew up in Kosovo during the NATO bombing. Fails to see how ironic that is given his current profession as a lethality analyst for a well known weapons company. *interactions. doc. spotify.

Elfgar Mason*

Immortal tradie self-made by the cathedral he built. *interactions. doc. pinterest. spotify.

Captain Nemo*

20,000 Leagues Under The Sea *interactions

Tobe Sadao*

Japantown Gumshoe. *interactions

Father Daniel Taimur*

Jesuit priest/ER doctor. Entered the priesthood irreligiously to get through med school. After the death of his mother, finds God the way one might find a secondhand needle. *interactions. pinterest. spotify.

back burner originals.

raif abrams, juniper's babydaddy, original character

gary baker, frontman of eugenol, original character

deborah baresi, nice mob wife, original character

matthew pace, original character

mariana hordiyenko, rifat's supeverse daughter, original character

trevor hykeham, backman of eugenol, original character

godiva knight, elfgar's daughter, original character

radovan lakatos, deco's dead brother, original character

mary pace, matthew's daughter, original character

saya, johns' clone daughter-sister, original character

mikal, archangel Michael, member of the Karubiyin

israfil, archangel Israfil, member of the Karubiyin

jibreel, archangel Gabriel, member of the Karubiyin

back burner canons:

john brigham, hannibal books. interactions.

emilia harcourt, peacemaker. interactions.

kirsh, alien: earth. interactions.

kite man/charlie brown/károlos kafé, dc, canon divergent. interactions.

mary poppins, mary poppins. interactions.

adrian toomes, marvel, canon divergent. interactions.

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[eviji]

@bailheap is a project muse i'm focussing on to get back into writing. think of it as a flashback episode for the archangel mikal's corporeal origins (thank you marcela). after i'm satisfied i'll move his threads over here like last time with kite man

[eviji]

I miss it here but I work too much. I'm thinking of you all, you especially

[midcenturies]

@eviji said: << will you pray with me? >> - nemo

<< how shall we pray, captain? >> she asks him in her skeptical monotone. << and for what? >>

[eviji]

<<If the depths do have a master then perhaps we pray to that. I will pray for justice, captain, but not for mercy.>>

[id1eyouth]

"I am really sorry to hear that."

"But don't fucking touch me."

[eviji]

"With what ladder and I touchin ya." Oh. 👉. "More of that, actually."

[jupiterfree]

a sigh.

"my husband shaved his head."

[eviji]

"Shit damn. Cain't we ever let a man have lice?"

[dxsole]

The rain is cold. Victor, amidst the wind and wet and occasional thunderclap, looks down at his freezing fingers, delighting in how they turn dark at the tips, then red, then white.

The wedding feast has festered, a mural of gangrene teal, mottled blues, beige and white, some of it washing off with the rain.

What was left of the missing is writhing in a pit in the forest. Bloated with the gases, ready to burst with every pitter patter. When it does, it'll get those animals that escaped.

-

"Are you lost?" Much of the rainwater's evaporated from his clothes, leaving dark shapes along the wool and linen, and here he still sits, cross-legged and serene. "I can help you find your way."

[eviji]

Men, good and bad, carry, but this one stands apart and easy.

That same serenity presses on the builder's bones, his calves, keeps his haunches down where the knuckles meet the grass. Hackled like a bobcat by a God down from His castle for a haggle with the wood for quiet. He feels the old wound at the back of his head throb again, as if something unseen presses a finger into it from the inside. Of a death not thunderful but quick and knowing.

He has not heard himself for some time, treats it like cleaning a thin vellum. "There are no more paths."

[midcenturies]

@eviji said: "it reminds me of where i was going without you." - johns

she had gone to the terrace to escape him. now that he has followed, heat climbs up her limbs like a rash. his very nearness burns.

“you’re a man, aren’t you?” hands clutch the stone railing ever tighter. she refuses to look at him, save for a quick, furious glance. “plans only change if you let them.”

[eviji]

His blood pounds, below zero, like salted ice, face hard, patient. Studies the delicate hook holding the gold chain at her neck. He once carried her gloves.

"You're married." He responds: the weight of this evening as counterfact.

[midcenturies]

lucrezia’s preference is to stick close to her own kind. were the boricua stores open on sundays, she would be there instead. but the cupboards are nearly empty, and she won’t starve her child for the sake of pride alone. 

lucrezia-in-miniature holds a white-gloved hand up to her mouth. the laugh she is unable to stifle is high and sweet. “we don’t have a dragon, but there’s a big fish.” referring, of course, to the adventures of jonah. 

there is no judgement in her voice when she cants her head and asks, “don’t you read the bible?” only earnest curiosity, and perhaps a bit of goodhearted concern.

[eviji]

Nuh uh. Full body shaking to and fro, arms at his sides. His head stays stationary.

As her glossy ringlets bounce and her eyes widen importantly, warmth spreads in his chest. All he wants, more than he quite understands, is to keep shocking her.

He clears his throat; quietly, holding the bar flap open for her so it doesn't creak. "Quick quick. quick. I'll show you something."

Where the floor is always pink and wet there are fish in the back. Not the small canned ones. Slippery monsters with whiskers lying on thick bricks of ice.

If she saw that fish, she would know he knew about fish too.

[jupiterfree]

"you want to meet him sometime?"

"get this: his favorite pokémon? also infernape! I mean, what are the odds?"

[eviji]

"I can't understand you, but I believe I want to."

[jupiterfree]

"need a dictionary for that one."

a kiss is pressed to the tip of his nose. "lucky you're so cute."

[eviji]

"I mean it. Talk."

[jupiterfree]

"you, as of five minutes ago."

[eviji]

"Well ain't you jocular."

[jupiterfree]

graphic sex scene.

[eviji]

-

"What's been eatin you lately."

[eviji]

@jupiterfree

Graphic s*x scene.

[eyeshone]

OPEN.

“You say ‘tomato’, I say ‘how high’.”

[eviji]

He holds him down from jumping by grabbing both his arms.

[midcenturies]

there is a simple joy in accepting faramir's meager offering. mealy though the first slice feels in his mouth, it brings to mind hard packed earth under vast prairie skies. he may as well be a boy again, half-starved and contented, his father's heavy hand warm upon his back.

"that does me good," he sighs, and starts to fish for another slice. "what other small comforts have you heard tell of lately?"

[eviji]

He brightens. Gets out reddit and shows him a video. "Here are many."

[petitsdieu]

🦪... open.

❛ When i was a kid, my brother tried to sell me for an apple. ❜

[eviji]

...Eventually, "What stopped him?"