𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕

𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕦𝕝. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖. This blog has been abandoned (probably) :(

[our-ring-master]

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The slashes show that I’m out of character ^^

Welcome to a character blog for my character: the Hoard. They are a hive mind Eldritch god with an obsession with rings and circles. My main blog is @t1r3dr3pt1l3z !!

I’ll let them introduce themself (themselves??) now.

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𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘-𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕎𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘-𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝔼𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟 “𝕒𝕓𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟” 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤.

[our-ring-master]

𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜.

[adam-n-dog]

Adam is sitting (Somewhat? He is upside down, with his feet over the back) on the sofa.

He tosses a small ball up and down as Dog watches with interest. He had been writing names, but he was still a teenage boy, and that being said, one who's attention span was not the longest.

Adam looked over the people in the room and frowned. Not a sad frown, but a thoughtful one.

He looked back down at Dog, who cocked his head.

"What even would happen if we brought back dinosaurs?"

[our-ring-master]

Something made a tapping sound on the window. It creaked open, and a creature pushed their way inside the house, making themselves smaller to fit. It was a large being, with six rat heads each the size of a capybara surrounding one large eye. The eyelids of the rats were sewn shut. Twelve, dusty pink tails writhed, keeping them upright and forming a body or sorts. Rings surrounded the tails: two large ones below the eye, and one around each tail end. They all defied the gravitational pull of Earth, and floated instead.

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𝔻𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝕎𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘.

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The Hoard was passing by via sixth dimensional wormholes when they overheard the conversation between Adam and Dog (The Hoard was not omnipresent, but Adam Young being the born as the [now former] antichrist did affect how he interacted with otherworldly creatures and gods, meaning, amongst other things, that some messages got projected through dimensions). An Eldritch being of chaos at heart, they thought they ought to stop by and encourage it. Typically, they were only really concerned about the topic of rings and circles and where to get them, but this intrigued the being. They only vaguely knew what a “dine-oh-sour” was, or whatever the boy had called them, and they certainly weren’t aware that dinosaurs had never actually existed in this universe at all. But, nevertheless, the Hoard was nothing if not a curious god, so they continued to speak.

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𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕: 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜? 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕨, 𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟?

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The golden ring shape within the large deity’s dark red eye glinted at him as he was interrogated.

[adam-n-dog]

Adam is sitting (Somewhat? He is upside down, with his feet over the back) on the sofa.

He tosses a small ball up and down as Dog watches with interest. He had been writing names, but he was still a teenage boy, and that being said, one who's attention span was not the longest.

Adam looked over the people in the room and frowned. Not a sad frown, but a thoughtful one.

He looked back down at Dog, who cocked his head.

"What even would happen if we brought back dinosaurs?"

[our-ring-master]

Something made a tapping sound on the window. It creaked open, and a creature pushed their way inside the house, making themselves smaller to fit. It was a large being, with six rat heads each the size of a capybara surrounding one large eye. The eyelids of the rats were sewn shut. Twelve, dusty pink tails writhed, keeping them upright and forming a body or sorts. Rings surrounded the tails: two large ones below the eye, and one around each tail end. They all defied the gravitational pull of Earth, and floated instead.

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𝔻𝕠 𝕚𝕥. 𝕎𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘.

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The Hoard was passing by via sixth dimensional wormholes when they overheard the conversation between Adam and Dog (The Hoard was not omnipresent, but Adam Young being the born as the [now former] antichrist did affect how he interacted with otherworldly creatures and gods, meaning, amongst other things, that some messages got projected through dimensions). An Eldritch being of chaos at heart, they thought they ought to stop by and encourage it. Typically, they were only really concerned about the topic of rings and circles and where to get them, but this intrigued the being. They only vaguely knew what a “dine-oh-sour” was, or whatever the boy had called them, and they certainly weren’t aware that dinosaurs had never actually existed in this universe at all. But, nevertheless, the Hoard was nothing if not a curious god, so they continued to speak.

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𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕤, 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕: 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜? 𝕎𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕨, 𝕠𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟?

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The golden ring shape within the large deity’s dark red eye glinted at him as he was interrogated.

[thedemon-crowley]

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕀𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟, 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 “𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕄𝕣. 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕,” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕎𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕠 “𝕄𝕣. 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝” 𝕚𝕤, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕞𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝, 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪.

- @our-ring-master

//I asked another Crowley blog this too but I’m curious what you’ll say 😋

There have been a lot of rumours about myself and “Mr Fell”, but I can promise you I don’t have what you’re after.

Also, young? I’m over 6000 years old??

What do you want anyway, there’s a lot happening right now. If you want rings you could go to a jeweller????

[our-ring-master]

𝔸 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕𝕪. 𝔻𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕖: 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 “𝕄𝕣. 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝” 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟? 𝕎𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕗𝕦𝕝.

𝕊𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕘𝕖. 𝕎𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕦𝕤. 𝟞𝟘𝟘𝟘 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖, 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕛𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣?? 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖, 𝕨𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕛𝕖𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤. 𝔼𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟.

[crowleytheserpentofeden]

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕀𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 “𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕄𝕣. 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕,” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕎𝕖 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕠 “𝕄𝕣. 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝” 𝕚𝕤, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕞𝕟𝕚𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝, 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪.

- @our-ring-master

WHAT WHEN DId- HOW THE FUCK. I WAS NO- mmMmMmm. and no i will not

[our-ring-master]

ℍ𝕞. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕣. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤? 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕤𝕙.

[the-metatron]

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕤.

𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣?

— @our-ring-master

Piffle. I am the Metatron, the true Voice of the true God.

And as the Voice of God, it is my duty to educate you, since you seem to be so terribly confused.

Come, let's have us a chin wag over a nice oatmilk latte. I'm sure we can sort out any misconceptions you may have.

[our-ring-master]

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕? 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦

𝕔𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪, 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤.

//

Thousands of bolts of lightning rain down from above where the Metatron is currently located, conducted by the Hoard’s many golden rings.

//

𝔻𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝’𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖. ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖.

𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕦𝕤.

[the-metatron]

Sounds like someone didn't have their coffee today. But we can remedy that. Here, have an oatmilk latte with a dash of almond syrup.

Just a dash. I'm sorry I cannot offer you more. Unfortunately, my bottle of extra almond syrup was stolen from me, along with other important personal items.

But the items will be retrieved, and the thief will captured and brought to justice. Or should I say, Final Judgment....

As will you, @our-ring-master, if you continue making such baseless claims that there are other deities. Soon the only God anyone will need to concern themselves with will be me.

[our-ring-master]

//

Cute little slip up (?) 🤭🤭

I’m sure the Hoard will meet with God one day (perhaps when she isn’t trapped as a bee in a jar? That’s merely a guess, of course) and discover she’s actually quite likable, and that it’s mostly the angels that are eternally insufferable (a few in particular). For now, they will continue to throw a hissy fit and send swarms of otherworldly locusts (paying tribute to the Egyptian plagues, naturally. They have heard of other gods, but they typically don’t know them by name. It gets even more confusing when that name *is* God) down onto Soho.

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[the-metatron]

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕟. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕤.

𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘? 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣?

— @our-ring-master

Piffle. I am the Metatron, the true Voice of the true God.

And as the Voice of God, it is my duty to educate you, since you seem to be so terribly confused.

Come, let's have us a chin wag over a nice oatmilk latte. I'm sure we can sort out any misconceptions you may have.

[our-ring-master]

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕝. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕕? 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦

𝕔𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕪, 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕤.

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Thousands of bolts of lightning rain down from above where the Metatron is currently located, conducted by the Hoard’s many golden rings.

//

𝔻𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝’𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖. ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕘𝕠𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖.

𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕦𝕤.

[klickbot]

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕚𝕕. 𝕎𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕡𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕤' 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘-𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕙𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕦𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. 𝕎𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤.

@our-ring-master

Android? Rings? Was this creature trying to get his phone number? Klick certainly hoped they weren't flirting, he wasn't at all sure what to do about something like that. Oh. They thought he was an android. An easy mistake to make, quite a lot of guests at the hotel were barely familiar with human-based technology, let alone the different classifications of robots. He'd let that slide for now. But rings? What an odd request. Not the oddest request, mind you, but still. What did this person...guest? Well, if they were here then they were most likely a guest. But what did they expect him to give them. This was a hotel, after all, not a flea market. Oh! He had an idea.

"Here you are. A continental breakfast, available every morning at the café. This is a collection of approximately 2,772 rings, as you put it. Enjoy." And with that Klick left the box with the strange guest. He wasn't sure what they had in mind for their ring collection, but certainly they couldn't get up to that much trouble with breakfast cereal.

[our-ring-master]

The Hoard was not flirting. They only found attraction to objects, the kind without any sentience, these days. Rings, of course, were their object of choice, but they had yet to find the perfect one, the ring to end all rings, to dedicate their life to. So, they spent their time collecting a hoard of rings, instead.

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𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕪 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 “𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥.” 𝕎𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞.

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The being paused. Their one large eye scrutinized Klick as they began to recognize his shape. This little robot…better not have been a sphere.

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…𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤?

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(Body horror warning: mouths of rats not working how they’re supposed to)

He might as well have been, the way they were looking at him. The flat top and bottom were giving them a hard time in deciding whether or not to smite him.

As they stood, wriggling their many tails and trying to decide this smaller being’s fate (unaware of the existence of backed-up hard drives or just about anything on how bots worked), they decided to try one of these “Cheerios.” Their head (heads? Eye?) rotated upwards, and all four of their (currently present) rat heads opened. The mouths were not anatomically accurate to rats, as they opened all the way back to the ears, making a slightly unpleasant sound as the saliva smacked. Four tongues wrapped around the inner mouths of the heads, connecting them. One of their ring-adorned tails carefully shook the tiny rings into their mouth. As they tasted the lovely honey-drenched delicacy for the first time, they began to consider…what was that human phrase? Ah: Forgiving and forgetting.

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𝕎𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝.

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With that, they left the hotel. The next day, Klick’s name was mentioned in a 5 star review.

[shoomlah]

after eight years, I finally updated my huge Historical Fashion Reference & Resources Doc! Now in the form of a MUCH more easily updated Google Doc with better organization, refreshed links, and five more pages of books and online resources.

I know tumblr hates links, but it’s worth it for a doc that I can now update with far more regularity going forward! RIP to the original, you did your duty for far longer than you should have. 😔🙏🏼

[our-ring-master]

𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘.

[fellshish]

girl help the eldritch horrors are organising a pride and prejudice party and making us dance to mirror their forbidden and repressed love. yes there is a michael jackson thriller video reenactment outside trying to get in. no yeah i still want that rare doctor who annual

[our-ring-master]

𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕. 𝕎𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕’𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕.

[our-ring-master]

𝕎𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖. 𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖. 𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪.

𝕎𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖.

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