Mind Over Matter

φᾰρμᾰκεύς • (pharmakeús) : sorcerer, poisoner, druggist, apothecary | Independent roleplay blog for Adrian Warner, demigod son of Hecate, Greek goddess of magic, ghosts, and crossroads. | Riordanverse OC | Crossover and AU friendly.

[pharmakeus]

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[pharmakeus]

Item: Your First Video Game Rarity: ⏶ Common

What was your first video game?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Oh, that's tricky. The earliest video game I remember playing was Super Mario 64. It was a game I remember playing during check ups at the doctors. Then, an older cousin gave my family his Nintendo 64 (and that was the game it came with). I still have that very console and cartridge to this day somewhere.

I think there's were other older systems that my family used to have, but I think we sold those off a long time ago. The only games I remember playing on them were Mortal Kombat and the odd racing game.

[pharmakeus]

I emerge from the void in the hope that the rpc isn't totally dead. I really want to get back into tumblr rp but it's a struggle. I have the urge to write and share my ideas. Anyone have any advice on where to begin? Especially when it comes to mobile rp. Or should I look into discord rp, too?

[pharmakeus]

@nosestealer (x):

"i was just thinking about the life of a pumpkin: grow up in the sun, happily entwined with others, then someone comes along, cuts you open and rips your guts out."

"Give the noble squash some credit." Adrian noted with his usual wry humor. His emerald eyes remained undivided as he scoops out another orange mass of pulp, seeds, and fibrous strands. "At least the innards in question can be repurposed."

"I sense there's something more to your metaphor. Penny for your thoughts?"

[jacksally]

THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS 1993, dir. Henry Selick

[pharmakeus]

Halloween has always been an ambivalent holiday for Adrian. On the one hand, his interests in horror and mystery make it one of his favorite holidays. On the other hand, his sensitivity to the supernatural means that he understands the holiday for what it is. A time when the veil is thin and spirits return, both ancestral and malevolent. And this was before he even knew the truth about his nature. Now, I think he finds a medium between festive celebration and respectful observance.

[sophsun1]

Charmed – 1.19: Out of Sight

[pharmakeus]

Fruitful Persona

Accurate.

[himbohotel]

Ah, not a coullion. A connard. Great. Just what Remy needs on his day off: an asshole just spoiling for a fight. He groans, rubbing at the day old stubble on his face. ❛ Dere's been plenty of "inquisitive types" who put dere nose in all sorts of b'dness 'nd made the world all de worst for it. Now I'm notcha mama an' I don't know why she never taughtcha de right way t' talk to strangers, but y' don't go yappin' all over de place about t'ings y' don't understand. 'specially somebody's status in public-- ❜ He gestures to an Anti-mutant slur decorating a bus stop, eyes narrowing. Either this man is dumber than a box of rocks or was in a coma the entire time Homo superior had been a thing.

He doesn't know which one is worse, if he's honest with himself. In irritation, he hits a dab off his vape pen. It's not the same as a drag on a good ol' fashioned cigarette, but with all the new laws--well, he doesn't need any more attention put on himself.

[pharmakeus]

"Well, first, I don't have a mother." At least, not a corporeal one that would constitute an active parent. Adrian was taught manners by his father and extended family, yes. Though, admittedly, his curiosity often won out in the end. He couldn't help it if he was an inquisitive young man blessed (or cursed) with second sight. Such powers didn't exactly make him popular, especially when they involved uncanny information from restless spirits.

"Unfortunately, I was raised by a nosy grandmother, with even nosier sisters." He jested with a knowing glance. "But I doubt you wanted to hear me psychoanalyze myself."

"Anyways, I didn't come here to cause trouble, for either of us. That's why I waited until you were alone." Adrian lowered his tone. "Though, if an ignorant peon does have an issue with either of us, I have ways of dealing with them..."

The young man's eyes were replaced by a green glow. Metallic scratching could be heard as green energy etched over the malignant word. The word was replaced with a green, sizzling phrase, 'Mutants Rule.' Not his most poetic nor elegant work, but he hoped it would be enough to convince the other man of his benign intentions.

[himbohotel]

❛ You a child? 'Cuz dat's usually what children ask Gambit. Grown folks know t' mind their own business. Mostly. Unless dere wonadem fearmongerin' coullions. And I don't take kindly to fearmongerin' coullions, y' feel me? Now, quit starin' or Gambit might forget hisself in de heat of da moment, hein? ❜

[pharmakeus]

'Childish? Fearmongering? Was this man trying to insult my intelligence? Was he asking to be turned into a school of crawdaddies?' Adrian thought to himself as he attempted to show some restraint.

"Hmph," Adrian scoffed, "One would think their first question would be about your... amusing accent." He quipped dryly as he crossed his arms. "Their hypothetical words. Not mine, of course." He actually found the other man's accent quite charming, he was simply trying to get a rise out of him.

"Listen, I'm the inquisitive type. When something piques my curiosity, I tend to take an interest." Especially if that 'something' happens to be an attractive ornery man that reverberates power.

[pharmakeus]

@himbohotel (x)

"I-I wasn't staring." Adrian insisted, clearing his throat as he crossed his arms. "I was just wondering why your eyes look the way they do." He explained, as if looking at another man's eyes was at all casual.

He was simply curious about how the other man's mutation affected his eyes. It was a matter of scientific curiosity. Yes, that must be it. "I assume your mutation has something to do with it?"

[pharmakeus]

"mad scientist," she grins, looking over his shoulder as her brother takes the quiz. "that tracks."

"Please..." Adrian groaned in feigned annoyance. "Do I really look 'mad' to you?" There was a pause between them as he looked around at all the alchemical glassware, jarred ingredients, and arcane codices that were strewn about his workstation. To say nothing of his tussled hair and the dark circles under his eyes.

"Don't answer that."

[cashmerecrow]

ℌ𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔩 𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰

[pharmakeus]

What Type of Villain Would You Be?

mad scientist

you were once a respected researcher who brought a lot of ingenious and helpful ideas into the world. but then something snapped, and now you have all these questions. what's the meaning of life? what would happen if you replaced arms with snakes? can you build a giant killer robot that runs entirely on pasta sauce? what if mutant worms chewed through the core of the planet like it's a giant apple? and you're gonna get those answers as the hero and the rest of the world look on in horror and dismay. don't you worry about that. they're just jealous. not everybody can have your artistic vision.

[unusual-suspects]

[cashmerecrow]

𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔄𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰...

[pharmakeus]

@youllbeinmywake (x)

"I know how you feel." Adrian assured the son of Ares. The demigod knew him and his siblings to be people of action, exceptionally brave and knowledgeable in ways of battle and weaponry. He couldn't blame his fellow camper for not knowing anything about magic since it had that affect on everyone.

"Magic is complicated, to say the least. I could talk for hours about the different theories people have written about it. Its relationship to the histories of religion and science. The discourses about the purposes of magic, from spiritual elevation to chaotic pragmatism. The tendency for us as a species to turn to it when other systems of knowledge fail to speak to our humanity..."

The son of Hecate took a deep breath after his ramble. Clearing his throat to break the awkward silence. He had a tendency to ramble when it come to subjects he knew quite intimately.

"But... neither of these are necessary to know that magic is, well, everywhere, as cliche as that sounds..." The demigod explained as he adjusted his glasses. "I just happen to be blessed with an obsessive inclination to understand it." Though, to him, it felt more like a curse.