is the heretic the liar?

𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎.

[ofvoidx]

#𝙾𝙵𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙳𝚇 ⸻ A MULTI-MUSE INSPIRED BY WOMEN &. THEIR TALES . a study in revolution as the path to peace, eating the tyrant alive, your truth being torn to shreds, &. destroying societal norms. please read the rules, there is one about picking muses that is consistently disregarded and this is a space i want to tailor to worldbuilding, plotting, &. connections. that means you have to know what muse or muses you're here to enjoy in the very least. i truly enjoy writing every single muse i have here. › written by aphelion, a they/she lesbian, aged 21+ .

* the other half, * the husband.

* carrd, * interest tracker, * prompts, * opens, * mobile info, * ship wishlist, * plot wishlist .

[ofvoidx]

Actually nothing has ever made me feel old as watching someone call the number from the back rooms movie and going "it's a bunch of creepy sounds!" when it was just a fax machine number.

[dontdrinkandflysposts]

[cryptinspo]

– 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗞 𝗠𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !  an  assortment  of  a  bit  more  ‘serious’  prompts.

❝ the gods are not cruel, they are merely curious. ❞

❝ i have seen empires rise like prayers and fall like silence. ❞

❝ immortality is a slow kind of hunger. ❞

❝ even the divine grow tired of being worshiped. ❞

❝ i once loved a mortal. now the stars whisper his name. ❞

❝ the sea does not forgive. it only remembers differently. ❞

❝ they called me a myth to make me easier to forget. ❞

❝ the sun envies those who can set. ❞

❝ every prophecy is just nostalgia disguised as fate. ❞

❝ my hands remember the shape of creation. ❞

❝ even the gods kneel to time. ❞

❝ i wore divinity like a wound. ❞

❝ there is no glory in eternity, only repetition. ❞

❝ i loved you in every age, and none of them were kind. ❞

❝ the altar still smells like your prayers. ❞

❝ lightning does not ask for forgiveness. ❞

❝ to be feared is not the same as being known. ❞

❝ my heart beats slower than centuries. ❞

❝ the constellations were once my mistakes. ❞

❝ you built temples for me, but i lived in storms. ❞

❝ love, like prophecy, never asks permission. ❞

❝ i have turned grief into galaxies. ❞

❝ mortals call it tragedy. we call it memory. ❞

❝ i spoke the world into being and have been silent since. ❞

❝ the ocean taught me patience, then drowned me in it. ❞

❝ i am both the curse and the cure. ❞

❝ eternity is not mercy. it is echo. ❞

❝ he swore devotion, and i answered with thunder. ❞

❝ the moon only reflects because it cannot burn. ❞

❝ i am the story the poets feared to finish. ❞

❝ divinity is just loneliness with better lighting. ❞

❝ mortals die once. gods die endlessly in legend. ❞

❝ the fates never speak, but their silence threads everything. ❞

❝ i have loved across lifetimes, and each time, it ruins me. ❞

❝ creation was easy. enduring it was not. ❞

❝ my name has been worshiped, cursed, and forgotten, in that order. ❞

❝ the stars are just old gods pretending to be light. ❞

❝ i do not dream. i remember. ❞

❝ he prayed for glory. i gave him consequence. ❞

❝ thunder is only my heartbeat caught in the sky. ❞

❝ i built the world, but i cannot rebuild myself. ❞

❝ every offering is a confession. ❞

❝ i envied mortals their endings. ❞

❝ the divine bleed in metaphors. ❞

❝ i carved your name into eternity, and eternity flinched. ❞

❝ even olympus trembles when the heart remembers. ❞

❝ i have walked through centuries and never found forgiveness. ❞

❝ the gods are not kind, but they are honest. ❞

❝ i loved you like ruin loves beauty. completely. ❞

❝ divinity was never a gift. it was the punishment for wanting more. ❞

[ofvoidx]

kristen durus starter call. she has quite a few verses. specify one or two PLEASE . i have zero idea what you like.

[grafdumbass]

Evie Frye and Kassandra of Sparta being brutal as fuck in their E3 trailers.

[ofvoidx]

i also personally think that when it comes to putting a 'timeline' on replies this also means that, internally, you stop thinking that because a partner didn't reply in over a month, they don't want to interact. i promise you, from the bottom of my heart, there is only ONE person that will ever get super fast replies. the most normal time limit for me is about 3 weeks to 2 months lmao. once i write a character, that character is usually there for-fucking-ever though. i will never not want to think about or write this blorbo that's kicking up dust in my head, i have a certain permanency in the roleplay community that others may deem unthinkable because they're always swapping out characters. i do not do that, so you will get a steady and super slow stream of replies or yapping because my adhd will love something forever.

[ofvoidx]

i also lied slightly and forgot that i have this severe sense of displacement in time when it comes to replies. the timeline is actually like anywhere between 3 weeks to 8 months. and there are times i'll see an even older reply and ask if i can pick it back up. i legitimately can not push out replies incredibly fast, but the worldbuilding and character development can happen in a few replies that i tuck away forever in my skull.

[ofvoidx]

i also personally think that when it comes to putting a 'timeline' on replies this also means that, internally, you stop thinking that because a partner didn't reply in over a month, they don't want to interact. i promise you, from the bottom of my heart, there is only ONE person that will ever get super fast replies. the most normal time limit for me is about 3 weeks to 2 months lmao. once i write a character, that character is usually there for-fucking-ever though. i will never not want to think about or write this blorbo that's kicking up dust in my head, i have a certain permanency in the roleplay community that others may deem unthinkable because they're always swapping out characters. i do not do that, so you will get a steady and super slow stream of replies or yapping because my adhd will love something forever.

[ladythedrunken]

He is very dear to me

[osculumabmor]

the  warlock  grins  at  karlach's  suggestion.  if  she'd  been  getting  scolded,  she'd  know  it.  grier  never  hides  her  wrath  nor  scorn.  the  tiefling  wouldn't  be  getting  cussed  out  but  likely  blasted  all  the  way  around  camp.  there  hadn't  been  such  incidents,  and  she  thoughts  there  would  not  be.  karlach  is  dear  to  her  the  same  way  a  happy  dog  is  dear  to  a  nasty  black  cat.  perhaps  the  dog  sees  through  the  cat's  attitude  or  sees  something  else  entirely.

she  doesn't  care.  she  has  made  a  friend  that  she  intends  to  keep.  unless  karlach  ditches  her  first  when  her  claws  are  out.  ❝  no.  you'd  know  if  that  is  the  case.  come  along.  ❞  and  like  a  nymph,  she  walks  without  looking  back.  better  to  keep  the  mood  light,  before  she  brings  up  what  is  on  her  mind.  a  topic  that  could  cause  karlach  to  catch  on  fire.  literally.

when  they're  out  of  ears'  range,  grier  finds  where  to  sit  and  casually  throws  karlach  a  smile.  [  meant  to  comfort  her  from  what's  coming.  ]  ❝  it's  a  sunny  day  and  i  hate  to  squander  it,  but  i've  not  been  able  to  think  about  much  except  for  baldur's  gate.  i  don't  remember  anything  from  it.  i  know  it's  not  the  same  for  you.  ❞  she  invites  karlach  to  sit  with  her.  ❝  we'll  arive  in  a  few  days  which  brings  me  to.  hmph.  when  we  saw  gortash...  you  were  more  upset  than  i'd  seen  you.  i  guess  this  is  me  checking  in  on  you.  ❞  how  you  feel.  she's  not  good  at  these  things,  not  when  it's  genuine.

[ofvoidx]

karlach has a lot of emotional intelligence for someone that lived through literal hell. SHE MAKES IT A POINT NOT TO GET ON SOMEONE'S BAD SIDE . unless they don't have a single fucking good side, such as gortash or zariel. karlach and zariel can even hold the same type of rage and anger, karlach's is just the good version and zariel is the bad version. ONE KNOWS SOFTNESS AND THE OTHER ONLY KNOWS IMPATIENCE . rage and wrath can serve you well sometimes within reason. reason is needed. the real point is that sometimes a nasty black cat is only mean to those deemed untrustworthy, but the dog can be trusted.

it's the way karlach raises her brows when grier is turned, a little smirk peppering her chapped and scarred lips. there are certain orders in certain tones by certain people that are, in fact, deemed rather attractive. THIS EXCEPTION IS RARE . contrary to those that label karlach's personality wrong. @osculumabmor

karlach reaches down to adjust the seat so she doesn't plant it from misunderstanding size, but as she's doing that, grier asks the question. " he's alive, " is all karlach answers at first because there's a million burning thoughts gathering in her mind. " the bastard. " karlach finishes off, as if that's an answer.

[ofvoidx]

i really want to talk about some (romantic) ships so like this or comment on this if i can give you some ideas i have for either ships we have or ships we can have in the future. i just need very direct permission lmao.

[revilladies]

Claire Redfield in Resident Evil Degeneration(2008)

[variantia]

@ofvoidx / 💬'd for a starter !

Avernus is, somehow, both exactly as Melisande expected it, and easily a hundred times worse.

There's a part of her which feels ... terrible. For begging Karlach to even consider coming back here, when Melisande knows that it means Zariel is hunting her ; waiting to put a leash back on her. But there's a deeper part of Melisande that's TERRIFIED to live without someone she's come to love so much. The universe led her heart to the one woman who was fated to burn out if she didn't sacrifice her freedom again, and the universe asked Melisande to be strong enough to face losing her.

It turns out she isn't strong enough to face losing Karlach. She is, however, strong enough to swallow her own fears, her own cowardice, to follow Karlach into the hells. Or maybe her love for Karlach awakened that in her — the willingness to do things she never would have considered before.

All Melisande really knows is that she would do anything for Karlach. The particulars of why or what spurred it don't matter. It matters that it's a FACT. The sky in the Material Plane is blue, imps are little bastards, and Melisande of Neverwinter would do anything for Karlach Cliffgate.

Soon enough, they might be able to go back together. The blueprints are in their grasp, and they're getting closer and closer to THE FORGE that holds the key to finally fixing her engine for good. Once it's fixed, once it can exist on the Material Plane without the risk of running so hot it melts her from the inside out ... they can go home.

Melisande's bones ache. There's a fatigue that feels like it's woven itself into the marrow of her soul and she worries that when she makes it home, she'll be so different that even her fathers won't recognize her. But the thought of making it home, taking Karlach to meet her family, getting to have a FUCKING FUTURE with her — it keeps Melisande going when otherwise she might want to just sink into the dirt and give up.

" There we are, " she murmurs, tying off the last bandage of the patch job she's been doing on Karlach's wounds. Although that last battle wasn't the worst they've seen, it also wasn't easy. The last of Melisande's magic has drained out of her, so despite scraping the bottom of the barrel for her prayers to Ilmater, she just can't channel any more. Back to doing things the OLD FASHIONED WAY till morning. Her hands don't shake anymore, at least. She leans in, pressing a tender kiss to Karlach's cheek. " Holding up well ? We should camp here for now and try to get some rest, I think. You look exhausted. "

[ofvoidx]

there are so many things that are upsetting━ traumatizing━ about avernus but, perhaps, the thing that upsets her the most is the lack of color. EVERYTHING IS DEAD . it is a dead wasteland, the rivers are lava, the trees are a dying brown. the most formidable color is red, like the lava, and the puddles of blood that will always soak the ground. THIS IS HELL . and, of course, zariel found a way to tie karlach here. somebody's favorite pet weaon. KARLACH HAS TO BREAK THIS LEASH .

karlach supposes dying isn't truly the biggest fuck you to zariel or gortash. ENDING THIS CURSE WOULD BE . there has to be a way to permanently cool this engine. there just has to be━ and fuck if she even knows anything about mechanical shit, but if she learned anything from her time outside of avernus, it's that all the mechanical shit could be manipulated. THE GEARS TURNS AND THE WHEELS GO A DIFFERENT DIRECTION . or fucking something. there's always a choice. always a change. @variantia

and karlach will now always be this unkind balance of wanting to live life to the fullest and just ending it all. EVERYTHING CAN BE BEAUTIFUL , BUT IT IS ALSO EXHAUSTING . she supposes it's hard to live life to the fullest when it's hard to see a future━ but there's something there on the edge of her vision, it dances in the same color of melisandre's eyes. she might be able to grasp it. KARLACH ABSOLUTELY IS EXHAUSTED . if it wasn't obvious by the way she barely moved during that patch-up job. she barely even moves now, just this twitch to her arm. it's hard for eyes so fiery to seem blank, they're erring on it right now. they flash with real life when melisandre gives her a kiss. AT LEAST HER ENGINE ISN'T SCORCHING HER BODY HERE . at least she has the ability to touch and physically feel something.

" i'm kind of hungry, " karlach just whispers because nothing here is tasty and with a stomach growling, only desperation swallows down whatever you can get your hands. " do you want to set up a cozy bed for us? "

[ofvoidx]

i really want to talk about some (romantic) ships so like this or comment on this if i can give you some ideas i have for either ships we have or ships we can have in the future. i just need very direct permission lmao.

[cedarxwing]

CHIYOH | Hannibal 3.03, "Secondo"

[ofvoidx]

q. ❝how'd that happen?❞ / for emily from here for @spekiosus .

the pen in emily's hand stops first. then her eyes flick from that paper she's scribbling away on to her hand then to guifang. EMILY KALDWIN'S BROWN EYES USED TO BE SUCH A LIGHTER BROWN , NOW THEY'RE NEARLY BLACK . the sleeves of her white undershirt are rolled up almost to her elbow━ normally she's wearing a jacket and gloves even. it's a day that's dedicated to being a little more free. WHICH IS IRONIC WHEN SHE'S SITTING INSIDE HER OFFICE . dunwall sunlight finding it's way through the windows. glinting off glass and metal.

emily almost wants to ask why the sudden curiosity. AN EMPRESS WHO HAS HAD MULTIPLE ATTEMPTS ON HER LIFE EVEN HAS A RIGHT AT GNAWING PARANOIA . nearly-black eyes just flick back downwards. there's that circle-like scar on her hand, more near pointer finger. or the longer and bumpier scar on her forearm, nestled between top and bottom.

" which scar are you referring to? " emily's kind voice just asks. CHOOSE YOUR TALE WISELY . those are two completely different stories from a spectrum that goes from life to strife.

[1defense]

knees are planted on the hard floor, bent, hands still holding lace covered thighs. laurel's hand tries not to shake when it's touched. tries not to grasp too hard when it is taken to rachel's face. careful, and featherlight. her eyes shut hard for a brief moment then snap open again, still unable to remove the figure made of light beside faith. maybe it was faith. a hallucination vanishing as rachel let that side of her fade. maybe she'd stay gone.

" we can stay here. no real reason to rush. " the door's locked. who is going to make them leave? besides. she's so tired of the fighting. her thumb moves to brush against her mouth, sliding from the corner of her lip to pull gently at the pout. " joseph is a fool where it counts. " all his sermons. laurel's sure she's going to put him in the dirt. " just stick with me. " her free hand still grips rachel's upper thigh. " please. all night. "

[ofvoidx]

softness and love shouldn't seem like such a strange dream, yet it does here. EVEN FOR ALL THAT JOSEPH PREACHES . hope county is now drenched in blood and wasted futures, there is only a manic man, his sociopathic brother and his psychopathic brother. THE SISTERS HE TRIES TO CREATE . then just kills them when they don't seem as loyal or dedicated to the cause. it's the way even faith feels rachel like this was all tangible and not just a trick of the mind. RACHEL WANTS TO BE ALIVE . rachel would like to be a sane member of the real world and not a gnawing sin clawing at the very corners of faith's mind. @markedwrath

rachel's pout loosens, lips parting further. THERE'S A HEAVIER RISE AND FALL TO HER CHEST . she wants this to be real. she wants this to be about love, about hope. NOT SOME RACE AGAINST HOPE WITH A FALSE PROPHET THAT REALLY HATES . faith's heartrate picks up. she just doesn't want to be hurt, not by laurel, not by faith. IT WON'T ALL DISAPPEAR ? she can have the night. they can have the night, without addiction, without paranoia, without control. TOGETHER , JUST THEM .

" tonight, at least, becomes ours. " faith's whisper even sounded like a promise. she can keep that promise. SHE'LL KILL ANYONE ELSE THAT TRIES TO BREAK IT FOR THEM . that's their promise. theirs. theirs. THEIRS . faith moves slightly around laurel, wrapping her arms around the other woman's midsection, head resting against a shoulder. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME SHE EVEN DID GET A HUG ?