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requesting opinions!

i run a multimuse over @eigenprophecies but obviously i have some single muse blogs - i’ve been thinking about having a main blog as a directory to all my rp blogs and having them as side blogs (including aldris). opinions? it would negate having to constantly remember different logins, i’d be able to have everything on a single account BUT i wouldn’t be able to follow back from individual blogs.

#i think i need to be cut open and studied. ✣ ooc.

engravite-deactivated20230521

“ space is not silent , it dances … it screams. it’s agony is why stars go blind ——- such pitiful , attention-seeking dweller of distant refugee. & all for such primordial beings. how tasteless , as I am now … a mere parasitical decomposition of godhood —— succumbed till leech of damnation. ” laughter parts the skies in wake of distant echoes that rattle starlight with unkempt rage , “ how this universe will know of my pain. ”

@lovedplagued / arahabaki!chuu starter call.

lovedplagued-a

when it comes to interactions with the other UNKNOWNS, the entities of long forgotten days, the creatures of fairytale, aldris is almost always unimpressed. perhaps it’s their long existence around such similar creatures or their own blind fascination with humans that causes them to often stick their nose up in response to inhuman brethren, but it is rare that one ever catches their eye. rare, but not impossible. aldris is only vaguely sure that they know who - or what - it is that stands before them, chaos incarnate, stars dying in a burst of fire and rage, but any sort of nervousness that often plays upon their frame when in the presence of humans is completely gone. stoic and almost appearing uninterested, the beaked figure looks away from the one before them, towards the night sky that threatens to crack. ❝they are ignorant, you know. of us. of our power. it is not their fault that they do not understand.❞ voice would be emotionless if it were not layered with sympathetic defense, ❝nor is it their fault that you suffer, oh mighty god. suffering was placed in all our beings when we made the mistake of coming into existence. like a sickness. like a plague.❞

#your burning need to resurrect yourself. ✣ replies.#there is an art in destroying. ✣ verse 2.#deliriums and slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight. ✣ in character.#engravite #YELLS OKAY IM SO HERE FOR THIS

sellsworded

cursed vampire who steals all YOUR VINEGAR and calls it soup —— !

lovedplagued-a

❝again???❞

#your burning need to resurrect yourself. ✣ replies.#i know a place *shows you horrors unimaginable* ✣ crack.#deliriums and slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight. ✣ in character.#fasdfas i hope this is ok lmao!#the image was just very funny to me

dearestvita-deactivated20221122

“Don’t desert me, don’t be horrified at me. You know what I am.”

— Charlotte Brontë, in a letter to Ellen Nussey, c. 1837

#monsters are our children / hidden away at the edges of the world. ✣ isms.

cordspaghetti

#small bits of this petrified heart. ✣ visage - human.

me: yeah aldris can sorta loosely shapeshift because they can make their human body look various different ways my brain: that means you can have multiple faceclaims for the character me: *shocked face*

#i think i need to be cut open and studied. ✣ ooc.#FBJADSF WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO REGISTER THAT

ningyoshi·:

CITIES ARE DESIGNED to never sleep. When they do, it’s hardly ever called one at all; they pride on how busy they are, how much they bustle as if they are actively defying set time. Digits mark their countdowns to chase after the next hour, but her residence is dilapidated, her hands are busy with work. Painted nails are smeared with blood, tangy and metallic to the taste, but it is a typical night for her, one which will be as well spent as the rest of them. A bare leg half-sawed evokes Dahl for Touko; toes instead of fingers, Soutine and skin. She reaches for a fresh sip of a thankfully steaming hot cup of coffee, but one knock and the sharp twist of her doorknob does it for her, prompting her head to jerk up most sharply in surprise.

The inner sanctum of a mage, most especially their workshops, are as impenetrable as a mage would have it, but she recognizes the beak at once. Memories of her girlhood resurface; she gasps most pleasantly, abandoning her work amidst the lifeless as she runs towards none other than Aldris - dear Aldris - who took the time to visit her after years and years of braving the seasons together. She is taller now, but she remembers them as if they’ve been around since yesterday, and she throws her arms around them tightly for a good, appreciative measure.

“Aldris!” Gaily, she laughs! “Hello! How did you get here? Oh, it’s so, so good to see you….!”

the figure is more shocked at the physical contact (although it should come as no surprise, they fondly think) than the considerably gruesome sight before their eyes, but that’s to be expected of someone who exits in a similar vein. the doctor deals with the sickly living than the sickly dead, attempting with both science and perhaps a little bit of secretive magic to cure the ills and aches of those who seek the beaked figure out. most would still claim that you never get used to the disfigurements, the horrid sights and smells, and the unavoidable death that sometimes befalls a poor soul too far gone for healing - but aldris would argue otherwise. it’s all the same once you reach the end - just a small difference in how you got there. gloved hands carefully pat the woman’s back, an almost awkward gesture though there is certainly an amount of affection shown anyways. psychical contact is always something they’ve struggled with, whether friend or stranger, but touko is, of course, an exception to the general rule. when did she get so tall? ❝oh, i managed to find a bit of a lead as far as your whereabouts, of course, which was quite lucky all things considered. this place is rather large, easy to get lost in, i could wander those little streets for hours.❞ a deep chuckle as they brush off the question, ❝i apologize for having let the time stretch so far long - i did mean to come see you sooner, but the opportunity never presented itself until now. how have you been? you’re looking well!❞

#your burning need to resurrect yourself. ✣ replies.#deliriums and slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight. ✣ in character.#there is an art in destroying. ✣ verse 2.#touko: gets taller #aldris: what the hell. she can do that?

lovedplagued-a

i’m too tired to do anything today so i did icons for human!aldris

lovedplagued-a

bonus: ones where they don’t look quite as human.

#i think i need to be cut open and studied. ✣ ooc.

i’m too tired to do anything today so i did icons for human!aldris

#i think i need to be cut open and studied. ✣ ooc.

PATIENT: @ningyoshi

it’s rare that the masked fellow finds themselves within the confines of a large city, preferring the solitude of their forested home to the bustling crowds and passing cars, the sweltering heat only amplified by black concrete top. it doesn’t help, of course, that aldris’ appearance makes them stand out among the people: beaked leather mask covering their face, long leather coat protecting their skin, and gloves hands being careful of what they reach out and touch. the attention makes them almost sweat, but they are here on business and running away isn’t allowed - not when they’ve already been paid. so why not visit an old friend? it doesn’t take long for aldris to find aozaki touko’s residency. they have an unnatural ability to locate whoever they happen to be looking for with the most strangest ease, something they’ll always laugh off as simple luck. with a quick knock, and the picking of a lock, aldris’ beak leans through the crack of the door, the glass of the mask hiding their eyes. ❝touko? toukoooo?❞ despite the mask, their voice isn’t muffled at all, deep and yet rather soft-spoken, ❝helloooooo?❞

#deliriums and slow rhythms under the gleams of the daylight. ✣ in character.#ningyoshi #I HOPE THIS IS OK SORRY ITS LATE AFKJDSFADS

thenighteternal

I first saw you at the graveyard

#death as transfiguration. ✣ aesthetic.

morganathewitch

Herbs.

#death as transfiguration. ✣ aesthetic.

you look outside your window after hearing some strange noises and it’s aldris on all fours, picking up mushrooms with their mouth, wyd.

#i think i need to be cut open and studied. ✣ ooc.#i know a place *shows you horrors unimaginable* ✣ crack.#afijadf hi im here

An animal’s secrets are every version of its coming apart. It can die and it can die. There is a bull inside me that wishes me meat. No harm will ever come to me.

A Lovecraftian inspired take on a creature that takes the form of a plague doctor. Fandomless and here to help you with your ills - right?