「純粋なる器」

selective & indie pure vessel rp blog. loved by xav. crossover friendly. not spoiler free. background image by LilyPord.

[purenailed]

Why are you intimidating?

you're mysterious

you might not mean to but you hide certain parts of yourself away, afraid they are unlovable. from the outside you seem perfect and complete but you don't give love to others easily and the love you do receive feels untruthful because do they love you or do they love the person you are curating for them to see?

tagged by: @furiousgods​ 

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ANONYMOUS SAID: *sets a kitten on your head*

This wasn’t the first time that, lately, someone had tried to give them a kind of small, furry creature. They aren’t sure why, but they aren’t going to question it. (Partially because they can’t.)

For the most part, Pure didn’t react, but when no one was looking they occasionally reached one hand up to pet the tiny thing. Cute.

[tsukasa0820]

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[rpxmusings]

                                                                                     there’s a   V O I D   in my soul                                                                                     ( and it leaves me feeling cold )

[rockinrpmemes]

Reblog if your CANON blog takes *anons* pretending to be other characters from their series to dig out the dirt on your muse.

IE: emotions, opinions, reactions to stuff that happened in canon, etc.

Because sometimes the counterparts to my canon muse(s) don’t exist in the tumblr RPC, a sender follows you but doesn’t rp here, OR, they just want to TRY that muse out before making a blog. Or, they’re simply curious on how the canon would reply, and ONLY wants a one-shot moment! 

[purenailed]

                               LAW. || ABOUT. || VERSES. 

cherished by xav.

[bloodofelves]

Through its sacrifice Hallownest lasts eternal.

[siingular-a]

@voidisms / “ it'll be okay, we'll get you home. ”

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@siingular​ (from here)

The sun setting in the sky was something that, on their very first night of being in this mysterious place, had made Hollow happy. It had been a sign of oncoming darkness, a sign that the light, that awful, painful light, was leaving. They hadn’t understood, at the time, why their mysterious partner was urgently begging them to hide with them before the sun could fully disappear.

The joy hadn’t lasted long; only hours into that first night, they had found themself being chased by a mysterious, undead green mob with their new friend-- who they weren’t sure they ever even got the name of or not. The pair had managed to escape, breaking into a busted up old house and taking shelter in there for the evening, but to say it had shaken the vessel up would be an understatement, and it hadn’t come without injury. Hollow had indeed stopped to try and fight the horde, not knowing what else to do, wielding what was essentially a glorified stick; a makeshift axe made of nothing but cobbled-together wood and string. They had paid the price for it, climbing into the shelter very scratched up and with cracks lacing their chitin.

And so, it made little sense that they were facing the fading light with such courage tonight-- unless it wasn’t really courage at all, and moreso, a feeling of hopelessness. They didn’t think they would ever make it back home. It was impossible to tell where they even were, and they knew their friend didn’t recognize the place either; they had already asked them that. It felt like a miracle that the pair could even understand each other, what with Hollow’s one-armed sign language.

Why should they keep trying? Escape felt completely futile.

However, they were snapped out of their thoughts in moments by their friend’s words. Hollow jerked around in alarm to face them, the speech about how they might not luck out again ringing hard inside their shell. All at once, they felt as if they were underwater once more, the pressure building within their shell as they desperately tried to fight their way to the surface despite their singular arm-- only to find that there was no surface to be had. They were stuck in the pipe, their tall horns keeping them trapped in the small space that they had simply wanted to scout out for the sake of their friend, and--

They had woken up in bed all too suddenly with nothing but a strong, aching pain in their chest for their troubles.

The feeling of inky black tears dripping down the outside of their mask brought Hollow back to the present, reaching a shaky hand up from where it had been clutching at their chest subconsciously to wipe the void away before it could get on Mono. Their empty gaze glanced up towards the moon starting to rise into the dark sky, and then settled on the old, decrepit building down the road once more. Going in there didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

‘Want go home.’ Simple words were all they had the strength to sign at the moment.

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Helping My Injured Muse Sentence Starters

"Oh, God, you're bleeding. You're bleeding a lot."

"Stop squirming, I'm trying to help."

"Hang on, I got you."

"Just lean on me, I'll help you walk."

"We should get that looked at."

"Don't tilt your head back, you'll make your nosebleed worse!"

"Just sit up and breathe, ok?"

"Eh, you'll be fine. I think. Maybe."

"What ever you do, don't go to sleep. Stay awake."

"Oooooo. That looks painful."

"Oh, thank God! Don't scare me like that!"

"How the hell did you do this to yourself?"

"Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?"

"You stopped breathing."

"Oh look, it's alive."

"Take deep breaths, you'll be fine."

"Arms shouldn't move like that..."

"What happened to your leg?!"

"Yep, that's broken alright. How'd you manage that?"

"Here's some ice."

"You're welcome, by the way."

"Do you need an ice pack for that shiner?"

"Yeesh, you look like shit."

"Wait, you were mugged?!"

"Is that a stab wound?"

"Ok, ew. I'm not cleaning that up."

"Easy, easy! Just lay down, you hit your head."

"You probably have a concussion, so I wouldn't be moving arou d too much if I were you."

"We thought you were dead!"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?"

"Can you walk on your own?"

"You're getting blood on my clothes!"

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

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starter call!

[inboxideas]

For every ♪ in my inbox I'll post a song I listen to for character inspiration.

And I may also briefly state why.

submitted by anonymous.

[purenailed]

furiousgods​:

It seemed, at least, the object hadn’t penetrated an organ, instead having hit closer to a surface wound. But it still seemed to hurt like hell, and the blood would likely match the feeling. And even in Hornet’s breathing it wouldn’t be too hard to assume that she was holding in a lot. In her own mind, she could feel a bit of envy for the others who’s voices had been taken. It took a lot out of her to keep herself from screaming, crying… Releasing that pain into the world. 

But she kept it in. She could figure it out later, as at the moment now she needed to make sure that she wasn’t going to die. Even with their sibling present, she wasn’t sure of their knowledge on the matter. But while she wished she could communicate with them better, she wasn’t in much of the condition to be explaining the ins and outs of a medical procedure. She wasn’t sure how to articulate everything that was going on. She didn’t even know what would come out of her mouth whenever she did try to talk.

Her breaths seemed to note that she was preparing herself though, as she seemed to be putting effort into forming something that at least sounded coherent. Maybe she should be saving her energy, but she didn’t care right now. She would be fine, right?

“Leave… It…” she groaned for a moment, with some slurred curses following a moment afterwards, the verbal gates being opened for a mere moment before another thought had struck her. There had to be something in the town above, Dirtmouth! It couldn’t be too far from here, right? Would Hollow know how to get there though? Argh, so many questions, and not enough mental time to think of those answers. 

“Dir…. Dir’mou-” she started to add, but the syllables left her confused, jumbling out something that likely didn’t sound right. She just hoped that was enough now. Despite everything, her biggest fear now was dying so early into seeing Hollow again.

It was a good thing that Hollow was no mind reader right now; they would have thought of Hornet’s envy of their muteness as insulting, at best. After all, the lack of a voice did not mean they had no pain of their own. It simply meant they lacked a healthy way to express it; a way to get it out of their system that wasn’t self-destructive. They wished they could scream and cry their pain out for the world to hear more than almost anything else.

For right now, though, their own trauma and hurt was hardly important at all. Far more important was the way their sister was bleeding in front of them, Hollow shaking and going to try and move the stalactite-- right before Hornet spoke, telling them to leave it there. They winced a bit as they heard the agony in her tone, but did indeed back off, even being polite enough to move her cloak back into place. Maybe it would soak up some of the blood, too? Sure, it would definitely need to be washed after this, but her cloak needing to be washed was a much better outcome than, well, death.

They listened carefully to her speech despite the slurred words, thinking for a moment before finally realizing what she had meant. Dirtmouth, up above. While they did know the way, Hollow wasn’t exactly sure how to safely move her-- especially not to climb up a well, and especially not when they only had one arm to use. Still, they carefully got down on their knees and tried to scoop her up into their grasp to the best of their ability anyways, throwing her over their shoulder. The movement was a bit rough, and likely would intensify the pain for a moment, but... without two arms, they simply couldn’t carry her the normal way, as much as they would have preferred that too.

They hoped she would understand.

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jestingmagic said: // mono vc: dont do that again pls u scared me

They weren’t exactly having fun with it either! They were so close to the surface, too...

[purenailed]

While it’s unclear exactly how vessels... work, apparently they can still drown. Just a fun fact Hollow learned today with @siingular​ as witness.

[purenailed]

@furiousgods​ (from here)

Everything had happened so fast. One moment, the knight had simply been standing there, taking in the scenery of the ruined, Forgotten Crossroads with their half-sister. 

And the next, they had been on the ground, a dull thud arising as they crashed into the cold stone from Hornet’s hard shove. Confusion and a twinge of anger had been their first reaction, before logic could settle into their mind-- logic such as the knowledge that Hornet would never do something like that to them without a damn good reason to. And, soon enough, with a sickening crunch sound from where Hollow had been standing moments before being toppled over, that reason made itself quite obvious.

For half a second, the vessel was simply frozen on the ground, unable to even push themself up with their good arm to look at her and see how badly she had been hurt. They were shaking, even with their fingers still halfway dug into the ground. Still, they eventually forced themself up onto their knees and then back up to their full height, lumbering towards her in what they hoped wasn’t too awkward a motion; or too visibly panicked of one. 

They could see that she was on the ground, and that the stalactite that had fallen from above had punctured her chitin, though they couldn’t tell exactly how deep into her it had gotten itself buried at a first glance-- nor could they tell if the location of the wound meant it would be fatal or not. Ironically, Hornet herself probably knew better than they did, and as such was much more likely to be remaining calm here.

Medical knowledge was something that Hollow had absolutely no training in, despite all their time in the White Palace when they were younger.

Trying to ignore the way the icy fear was threatening to paralyze them, Hollow reached their arm out to try and brush Hornet’s cloak out of the way so they could inspect the wound better. Were they supposed to take the foreign object out, after something like this..? They didn’t know...

[fire-bay]

The burdened One