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[ofbaptism]

You followed the shepherd. You are a fool.

Private and selective blog for original character - Ansel Pendragon. Warnings for: religious guilt/horror, body horror, mentions of death, violence, blood, cults. Heavily inspired by: Catholicism, southern gothic, liminal spaces, false saints.

blogroll ... civilight, mornye, luneary

prayer unto ... the teenage martyr, the concept of being haunted by yourself, rejection of innocence, the judas goat, salvation for your own sins, a grand suicide sacrifice, denial of self, consumption of a god.

Credits: psds ( bmbiies, cavalierfou ), border ( cavalierfou )

i. prompts ii. interaction calls iii. lore

[ofbaptism]

Plotting call : I want to write more with Ansel soooo twiddles thumbs like if you're down for plotting something with him? I will invade your dms with my Catholic boy.

[galacticbaseballcr]

*. ⊹ ✧ — Impose ? Such apprehension is understandable under special circumstances. Hospitality’s not off the table regardless, even as Caelus practiced caution underneath his welcoming exterior thereon. Now the air’s tense; friction nonexistent, but mildly awkward. Dispelling such paranoid thoughts, he reiterates his intent instead.

🙶 I offered in the tour in the first place ’cause I felt like it. Is there anything else that’d give you peace of mind ? If so, I’ll provide. 🙷 Awkwardness ensues as Caelus motioned his guest to follow. First, the bar located in the party car. Its robot caretaker perks up with an expected inquiry once he enters—wiping off any imperfections from a wine glass.

Drinks which lower inhibition off the table, and flavored drinks may induce allergies Caelus is not privy to. Acquired tastes taken into account as well. Thus, neutral ground: a glass of water. 🙶 This is the bar, obviously. Order alcohol at your own peril, 🙷 he begins as “Shush” fulfills the request.

🙶 Former Trailblazers left recipes of their homeworld’s local, er, refreshments, some of them powerful enough to knock ya out for a night or two. 🙷

Backside leans against the opulent table. The repaired bot slides a glass, distance calculated. Using reflexes honed from combat and training, Caelus captured the glass with nary an acknowledgement of its arrival by eyesight. A nod and silent thank you towards the bartender precedes the continuation of his conversation and offering of the transparent, universal drink.

🙶 Here you go. Make sure to not gulp it down like a fish, 🙷 he jokes, lips curled into a mischievous grin. 🙶 Because that’s my job. 🙷

[ofbaptism]

A melody from the nearby jukebox floats about the party car, lights dimmed just enough to give the space a homely feeling, perhaps a place where one could sit and relax without having to worry about the day after. Ansel takes note of the small dressing room - he can only assume a place for the conductor - and the.. interesting cat cakes sitting stacked by a cat tree.

The Halovian clears his throat. Of course, being too stiff has resulted in an awkward air between the two. Ansel's hand twitches briefly at his side as he ignores the urge to correct the miscommunication, but ultimately he remains silent, glancing at the bartender with a curious glint in his eyes.

"I'll have to decline for now, thank you." Ansel says, eyebrows creased apologetically. "My tolerance is quite high, but I worry I may overindulge. It'd be a tad embarrassing."

Instead, he takes the glass of water from Caelus with a nod, and then a small laugh at the other's joke. "That sounds like quite a sight, you must be the life of the party here."

[ofbaptism]

Ansel's Endfield verse is a little similar to his OG Arknights verse. In Endfield, he is affiliated with the Cabal of Tranquility, specifically a Resurgonite. He is often dispatched to seek out relics of the Precursor civilization, and is known to be extremely loyal towards his Latern faith. He dislikes the growing interest amongst other Sankta in questioning their own faith, and the relationship between the Law and Aggeloi. While not technically fallen, Ansel's halo is distinct from most Sankta. Shaped like a crown of thorns with an uncanny dark glow to it, his wings are practically shattered. Healers within the Cabal have examined Ansel many times and say he is in perfect condition, so his abnormal halo and wings have been chalked up to a birth defect.

[do-re-memes]

— nighttime ; prompts & sentence starters.

a mixture of scenarios and dialogue for nighttime shenanigans. tw for mentions of alcohol, substance usage, and suggestive themes.

( SCENARIOS )

[ BUZZ ] - our muses are drinking and / or getting high on a rooftop.

[ CAMP ] - our muses are camping in the woods, telling ghost stories by the fire, when they suddenly hear something scary.

[ CONCERT ] - our muses attend a major pop star's concert and fan out.

[ DANCE ] - our muses go out clubbing and start dancing up on each other.

[ DIM ] - our muses make cocktails and slow dance in a dimly lit kitchen at 11pm.

[ DINER ] - our muses decide to hit up a diner at midnight and order breakfast.

[ DRINK ] - our muses meet up for drinks at a lowkey bar.

[ DRIVE ] - our muses are on a late night road trip and have to make a pit stop somewhere questionable.

[ EMPTY ] - our muses explore an abandoned building and almost get caught by [pick: security / squatters / other explorers / something else].

[ FRESH ] - our muses decide to sit outside one of their homes for fresh air and a meaningful conversation at 1am.

[ GAME ] - our muses stay up until 4am playing video games in the living room.

[ GRAVE ] - our muses explore a cemetery / graveyard and find something spooky.

[ HAUNT ] - our muses explore a location that is notoriously haunted and have a paranormal encounter.

[ HIDE ] - our muses are hiding out together in [pick: the attic / the bathroom / a closet / the garage / somewhere else] at a party they didn't want to attend.

[ HIKE ] - our muses are hiking along a new trail and find something interesting / odd after getting lost.

[ MASK ] - our muses attend a masquerade (or some other masked event) and unknowingly become dance partners.

[ PLAY ] - our muses have fun at a playground at 1am.

[ RITUAL ] - our muses conduct a [pick: cult-like / pagan / satanic / spell] ritual deep in the middle of a forest.

[ ROOM ] - our muses are deliriously sprawled out in one of their bedrooms at 5am after talking all night.

[ SHINE ] - our muses are laying on a blanket in the grass and stargazing.

[ SHORE ] - our muses attend a bonfire party on the beach and wind up talking and walking along the shore until sunrise.

[ SNACK ] - our muses make a 1am snack run to the nearest corner store / gas station.

[ SNEAK ] - our muses are caught sneaking in or out somewhere (alternate: sender may catch receiver, or vice versa).

[ STUDY ] - our muses spend the evening [pick: studying / training] and accidentally get locked in the [pick: grounds / gym / library / school].

[ SUMMON ] - our muses play with a ouija board (or similar tool) at 3am and get scared by themselves or something worse.

[ SWEAT ] - our muses are laying in bed together post-coitus.

[ SWIM ] - our muses sneak into the community pool for a late night swim.

[ VENUE ] - our muses drink and get rowdy at a rock show in a small venue.

[ WALK ] - our muses take a late night stroll around the neighborhood / town / city.

[ WET ] - our muses skinny dip in a lake / pond once the sun starts to go down.

( DIALOGUE )

❛ it's hard to see the stars in the city. ❜

❛ can you spot any constellations? ❜

❛ can i get you a drink? ❜

❛ i'm so tired, but i can't sleep… ❜

❛ it's too late for that. ❜

❛ this is gonna require an all-nighter. ❜

❛ how is it already two in the morning? ❜

❛ gonna grab a midnight snack. you want something? ❜

❛ can i take you home? ❜

❛ did you hear that? ❜

❛ i can't see shit. ❜

❛ why do hauntings never seem to happen during the day? ❜

❛ first one to fall asleep has to buy breakfast in the morning. ❜

❛ are you still awake? ❜

❛ are you okay? it sounded like you were having a bad dream. ❜

❛ well, you seemed like you were having a good dream… was it about me? ❜

❛ hey! no falling asleep on me! you better wake up! ❜

❛ what do you think about when you're falling asleep? ❜

❛ shh! keep your voice down! ❜

❛ please tell me you see that too… ❜

❛ i think we're being followed… ❜

❛ who the fuck are you?! why are you following me?! ❜

❛ why the hell are you up so late? ❜

❛ getting into some late night mischief? … yeah, me neither. ❜

❛ can you stay up with me, please? i just need some company… ❜

❛ don't turn on the light! ❜

❛ could you at least turn on a light or something? ❜

❛ who cares? it's not like anyone can see us. ❜

❛ this place is freakier at night… ❜

❛ it's locked… what are we supposed to do now? ❜

[rpclefairy]

first meeting sentence starters.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

“Looks like we’re in this together now.”

[vangoghcore]

by briscoepark

[shysacrifice]

[ofbaptism]

I recently finished Ansel's design sheet (꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆꜄꜆ I don't know how often I'll share art on my blogs, buuuut I'm fairly proud of this one so -

[ofbaptism]

Trying to explain to a friend that Ansel dies in his canonverse and getting shaken by my shoulders

[ofbaptism]

Well .... as promised. Ansel + NSFW headcanons

For the most part, Ansel is a switch, but leans service top for the most part. He's always going to be dedicated (borderline devoted) to making his partner feel good. To him, sex isn't necessarily something that needs to be done with romance in mind, so his devotion is more lust driven, the deep need to see someone fall apart because of him.

He will do whatever someone tells him to do - whatever you could possibly want, Ansel is willing to do it. For him personally? Back-handed praise gets to him. Touching his neck tattoo easily gets a reaction. He often represses his desires so when he finally breaks he will be like a feral animal almost. Like something starved of blood.

But Ansel's violent streak doesn't go away even during sex. If allowed, he will absolutely use his dagger on you. Dragging the blade across your skin - carefully, he won't cut you ( yet ), sliding it under straps or belts of your outfit. If you're as daring as him, he'd bring it up to your throat - the backside of it pressed against your skin. It's thrilling, it's a warning. He won't hurt you but imagine if he could.

Sex with Ansel is basically being worshipped the entire time, for that single night you have become God in his eyes and he is devoted to showing his undying loyalty to your visage.

But in the case of men, what's Ansel like? Well of course it'll take a lot of tension, a lot of prodding to even get him to crack, but he will. He's been repressing his desires for so long, there's a voice in him that screams sacrilege, but even he cannot ignore temptation.

With men, Ansel isn't as confident - it's foreign to him after all. But that makes it easier for you, handle him as you want, adore him, praise him, he's too wound up to even bite back. You might have to treat him more gently though, he's terrified of the sins he's committing, so pause the scene occasionally to talk him down.

Other than that, Ansel will cling. Indulging in such sinful desires, he doesn't want to be stuck in his head so he will beg for you to make him stop thinking. Free him of his title as a ( false ) Saint, even if only for a night. He might cry from the overstimulation, he'll definitely leave marks, but a Saint's tears and markings are holy, right?

[emotionalshawtysinthisbitch]

hill of crosses, lithuania

[patronsaintofweepingmothers]

"home made candles" (2006), nina

[eraba-reta-unmei]

Her eyes gaze upon the wares before her in serious contemplation. Provisions, traveling supplies, rope—all items required to continue a journey. All items she absolutely could not afford. She groans. What rotten luck.

Her ruminations on the state of her finances are interrupted by the presence of another. At first, there's no response; not realizing the intended recipient was herself. Several moments pass in awkward silence before, blinking, she finally looks up.

...

Oh, he was staring at her. Fuck.

" Err, you're ... talking to me? " She confirms. " Wouldn't say I'm lost per se... "

[ofbaptism]

"But of course." Ansel answers honestly, offering his most friendly smile. "We're a small town after all. It's only right to offer help to new faces passing through."

His eyes trail over the items she had been looking through, bringing a hand up to his chin as he closes his eyes in thought. He'd already done most of his errands for the day.. and of course a man of faith would never let someone go without.

"Do you.. perhaps need financial assistance? I would be happy to buy whatever you may need."

[ofbaptism]

The act of becoming a Saint against your own will, to impose such a task on a teenager - it's no wonder Ansel is so broken as an adult, truly. To be told that this ( life as he knows it ) is bigger than him, that sacrificing himself for others to live on is worth it, well of course that follows him into adulthood. Ansel lost the right to his own identity long ago because of his faith, yet that very same faith is all he can cling onto because without it, he will feel lost. Becoming a Saint was not reassurance, it was not a blessing, it was a threat.

[hollowprompts]

` * 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 -

01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor. 02. wringing hands together in silence. 03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still. 04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away. 05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other. 06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 -

01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word. 02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw. 03. throws an object across the room. 04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin. 05. pacing the room with heavy steps. 06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 -

01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear. 02. resting their forehead against the others. 03. cups the others face with both hands. 04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence. 05. lingering touches against the others face. 06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.

𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice. 02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs. 03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go. 04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort. 05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 -

01. spins the other around without warning in a hug. 02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily. 03. provides the other with a handmade gift. 04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug. 05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 -

01. backing away slowly and looking for exits. 02. hiding behind the other and peeking around. 03. flinches at sudden movement from the other. 04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room. 05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders. 02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care. 03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat. 04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe. 05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry. 06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

01. raises a hand but hesitates. 02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly. 03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary. 04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word. 05. rips a shared photo in half without a word. 06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.

[auguryfae]

for muses that are getting to know each other | accepting.

@ofbaptism asked: ❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞ ( i NEED to see her and ansel interact )

Head   cocked   to   the   side,   wings   rising   curiously.   "Hm??   You've   heard   about   me?"   Linnea   couldn't   think   of   anything   particularly   noteworthy   about   herself,   at   least   nothing   that   would   be   interesting   enough   to   share   with   strangers.   -The   thought   lingered   at   the   back   of   her   mind   before   realization   dawned   on   her.

"oooooh,   through   the   adventures   guild,   right?   Did   you   need   an   advisor??"

[ofbaptism]

Ansel laughs behind his hand, offering the young lady a delicate smile. He looks at her wings, amused at the brief fluttering of feathers. Having rarely stepped out of his home region of Fontaine, Ansel's never met a Fae until now. He wonders if the fairytales from his childhood match up with the young lady in front of him - a question to ask another day.

To her question, he shakes his head with a short bow, hand against his chest - radiating almost a princely aura.

"I'm afraid not, my lady. I was just a tad curious when I heard you mentioned by the other adventurers. You sound quite popular."