𝐼 𝑅𝐴𝑁 𝑇𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑉𝐼𝐿.

[ohsinnerman]

𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸'𝑆 𝑁𝑂 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑆, 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌 𝑀𝑂𝑁𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆 — a private & selective multimuse that’s a love letter to complicated characters. you will find villains, you will find morally grey characters & there might even be one good egg in the bunch. fuelled by plots & inbox memes. SLOW ACTIVITY & runs on QUEUE  — written by Harley ( 28 | they/them )

                            〈 𝑅𝑈𝐿𝐸𝑆 & 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐸𝑆 〉 〈 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑇 𝐶𝐻𝐸𝐶𝐾𝐸𝑅 〉

[whenrpmemesattack]

Send me ✍️ + a muse, and I’ll try my hand at writing as them

[faithfcll]

belated contribution to today’s brand of shenanigans

[ohsinnerman]

“All this fuss because of a few mere words. You all need to grow some thicker skin, lest you perish the moment you step away from the playground.”

[ohsinnerman]

@smouldring what are you going to do about it?

[ohsinnerman]

Every time one of my muses is vaguely mean to someone I feel the constant need to apologize profusely. So on this blog it happens a lot xD.

And Gideon is just a bastard.

[ohsinnerman]

OOO YOU RAT BASTARD COME OUT OF YOUR SILLY LITTLE LIBRARY AND LET'S SETTLE THIS.

"That's Sir Rat Bastard to you, didn't your father teach you any manners? If you seek to rise above your station you should do so with the correct language lest you paint yourself more the fool than you already are."

[ohsinnerman]

smouldring·:

@ohsinnerman don’t talk to my dad like that gideon you absolute weapon.

“Ah, so disappointment must run in the family. I see the resemblance now.”

[ohsinnerman]

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜ The knife stopped with a churning crunch, carving the words in a deep and unforgiving swerve across the desk, a reminder in case the All-Knowing had somehow forgotten. Wolfgang staked his dagger into the surface, the void beneath his hood betraying nothing.

                             @sanctumofeld​ // 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 & 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. // accepting

             Gideon kept his own shadowed expression, though lips tugged downward into a displeased sneer. He reached out, armoured fingers feeling the line that had been so pointedly carved into the table. The cut was deep and smooth, a wound for wood to bear ad infinitum. It certainly would be a reminder due to the lack of resources they truly had to repair it. It irked him, more than Gideon would like to admit. These were his halls and the respect shown to him, the Roundtable Hold and the Two Fingers should be paramount. A strike to his possessions would be akin to a strike to himself—to Queen Marika. Insulting, namby-pamby Tarnished wasting all their time.

“Then you are of no use to me,” Gideon replied simply, coldly, like they had been discussing something so mundane and not carrying the weight of the world upon both their tired shoulders. He raised his arm gesturing, dismissively towards the door and made no effort to hide his disappointment.

“Don't let the door hit you on the way out, it would be such a shame for all that potential to go to waste. Though mayhaps you may find it open should you find something worthwhile in the future to offer.”

[arcusxx]

art by lana melodi

[ohsinnerman]

“i know thou shan't believe me.” for that one all-knowing dude

                                                       twilight zone // accepting

           “You would be correct in that assumption,” Gideon said sharply, words followed by the snap of his book shutting. He would rub his temples would it not give away he was completely and utterly exasperated with the Tarnished that came through his halls. In fact his hand half got there, hovering in the air before he placed it back on the desk. Grace guided and yet oft seeming to want to waste his time with idle games instead of following the path laid out in gold.

“But, no matter,” he continued after a few moments. Armour scraped and scepter carried his path against the stones as he stepped away from the table and moved towards the nearest overburdened bookshelf. His fingers ran across the spines of books in a delicate touch, each name committed to memory and their positions mapped out in his mind but still Gideon liked to take his time with it. — Ah, yes, this was the one. He removed the book from it's home and tucked it underneath his arm.

“The truth will out in the end—belief or not.”

Especially to his eyes and ears.

[ohsinnerman]

“You hover like a hummingbird, haunt me in my sleep” @ arthas

                                         @decaeys // of monsters & men // accepting

              “Death haunts us all, spectres at the edge of conscious whose icy grasp can not wrap around your yielding throat,” Arthas' voice reverberated deep within his chest, the unnatural rattle to it shaking foundation and bone no matter where he directed his attention. It was currently directed towards the Sylvanas almost curiously, though there was nothing of him that would betray that—face shadowed by his crown.

“There will always be a part of me held within the hollow of your ribcage. I AM YOUR END AND I AM YOUR BEGINNING. I made you what you are.” Arthas leaned forward, eyes glowing that ghostly blue—like frostfire. “You may claim to shed the chains that bind you, Sylvanas Windrunner but you will never truly be rid of me. So dream deep of the ghost which makes a mausoleum of your bones.”

[ohsinnerman]

                                  describe your muse using negative feedback

[ohsinnerman]

“The light is blinding my eyes.” (Gascoigne to Gehrman.... Maybe the beasthood is just starting to creep in)

                                    of monsters & men // accepting 

                  Gehrman had seen many Hunters come and go over the years, succumb to the cursed blood which flowed through all their veins. The hunt made beasts of them all in the end... There was more to study on the affliction—perhaps there were ways to stave off the effects—but Gehrman had not the resources nor the ability to help.

And yet what good has his so called help done for anyone? The bodies would just keep piling at his feet until the piles of bones would ascend him further than he had already fallen—all in the name of his help. Gehrman, First Hunter, keeper of the damned and cursed. Half the reason they'd been ruined in the first place. — Oh how heavy his heart felt.

“How long have you been experiencing this, my friend?” Gehrman prompted softly, reaching for a roll of bandages that had yet to be used to patch up someone's brush with death. The other hand dimmed the lamp at his desk to provide at least a little relief.

“What of any other symptoms?”

Just how far down the track was Gascoigne, would he have to assign someone to watch him? Did they even have the men to spare any more or would it start spreading like a plague faster than Gehrman could patch?

“We can still get this under control,” he lied and he knew Gascoigne would know.

But sometimes the lies were all they had to get them through the long night.

[ohsinnerman]

The amount of times I call Gideon Gehrman & Gehrman Gideon is too damned high. One day it will slip into a thread and I’ll not catch it and never live it down.

[ohsinnerman]

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜ + gideon

                                 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 & 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. // accepting

             “Well done, it appears you're able to think for yourself. ” Gideon replied dryly, not even bothering to look up from the thick dusty tome he was reading. The contents was tedious at best, but it still proved to be more entertainment than some jump start little Tarnished trying to rise above their station. It was no matter, the path of Grace oft had a way of putting people back in their place. This one would learn soon enough.

“Since you do not need my permission to make yourself useful perhaps you might go obtain yourself some runes or information on the remaining Great Runes.” He hummed, turning the page with his index finger. “Remember in whose halls in which you stand.”

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜