Ariadne Nihilis

Ariadne Nihilis Independent. Fandomless. Original character & twin. Multi-verse. I know strength. Better yet, I know how easily strength crumbles and I know how to guide through the breaking. Do not equate soft with weak... they are not the same thing.

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ARIADNE NIHILIS ↠ Fandomless / Fantasy / Powerful / Occult / Horror.

Please like, reblog or follow if you’re interested with interacting with a powerful original character toned down accordingly for your fandoms, worlds and comfort levels. Powers over the unseen, twin character (younger brother @stratagemichor) and while she isn’t chronologically locked her default age is 16. From the date of creation she would be 20+ if following a timeline. The character is solid and I’m happy and willing to create new AUs to roleplay with you. ***I will never use her powers to godmod, additionally I have worlds where Ariadne is completely human if that is what you prefer.

Biography / Rules / Verses. Written by Muddy.

Blogroll: @finalvii (Tifa Lockhart). @holyguardian (Aerith Gainsborough). @leonkennedy9642 (Leon S. Kennedy). @madeofthreads (multimuse).

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"Talk to me," Jan starts, brushing away any uneasiness that could've kept him from saying a word. Sitting there, in front of him, was a young girl he did not know at all... Her arrival here was odd, to put it mildly. He had no real explanation as to how or why, but she was here. Against radiation, sun, and rain.

It must mean something.

But they've been at a standstill, quiet for what feels like a whole hour.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me." He finishes the sentence, letting out a light sigh before he approaches just a tiny bit, a short step. When in doubt, return to basics. "Do you know who you are? Where you are?"

Ariadne knows she did something bad. That's how her young mind rationalises it — she doesn't stop and think how her mother and father will be desperately searching for her through that life-altering feeling of worrying so much it causes a sickness to take hold, or how her absence will make her brother withdraw into himself because he's scared and alone.

All she thinks is that she did something she wasn't supposed to do and now she's in big trouble.

Blue eyes blink up at the strange man. He hasn't been unkind to her, far from it, but they both seem to understand that something very big has happened here. To Ariadne, she thinks if he speaks up, she will be in trouble sooner. To Jan, she simply should not exist. She's scared of consequences and he's grappling with perhaps his own sanity.

Lips pursed, Ariadne gives a shake of her head, her silvery hair catching in the light. Another oddity. She's human-shaped but she's not quite passing. There's something very strange about her. The very air around her seems to shift when he takes a measured steps. Like there are small vibrations.

Finally, there comes a voice. Only, her mouth doesn't open. It's a direct brush to Jan's mind. <"I'm Ariadne. I don't know where we are. It's stupid.">

[samwinchester-suggestions]

Cursed tome at the second hand bookstore! Can’t believe my luck!

[serinigalini]

Anok Yai

[cyberpawn]

@rebelichor YOUR AWARD

[iemon-pxl]

"funaya"

[enokvirkow]

There it was. That little smile on Ariadne’s lips, the hint of happiness that Enok would do anything for. He would do anything for her. Everything. A strange realization, when Enok thought about where he had come from – nothing.

Chuckling a little at her demand of trees, he tried to file them to his memory. He would recall each single one and do his best to gather each tree or at least a sapling from it and bring it to… wherever she wanted them to be planted in the end.

A new home, when it was time.

To think about such only was underlined by her touching words. Enok tried to look down where she laid to read in her face, but Ariadne had her head turned away from him. The feeling in his chest was a confused tingling. Curiosity. But he also didn’t want to nudge her too much. This here was so… raw. Slowly, he relaxed again and looked up to the nightsky sprawling over them. One of his hands had come to cup over Ariadne’s back, laying there, protectively.

“… I really am looking forward to a real proper home again. I barely remember what that feels like. Paint me a picture with your ideas… please. What our home would be like.”

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Ariadne could be distant. Closed off. Walled off. Her proximity to people affected how loud the noise was in her head. With so many voices, so many thoughts brushing her mind, she had forgotten what her own inner-voice sounded like for a long time.

Enok helped her to find it again. He became an anchor. If she focused in on him, even the loudest thoroughfare blurred into background noise. With time she learned how to tune his inner-voice in while tuning others out. In doing so, she began to hear her own voice again.

So, when Enok asked her to paint a picture with her ideas? She didn't use her speaking voice.

Our home will be filled with the sounds of nature. Open windows. We will hear the wind and the waves. It will smell like family meals. Spices from bubbling pots, a warm hearth.

There will be no room safe from parchments. To read. To write. To paint. Our trinkets will be new and old. Discoveries from all the markets we have ever seen, and we will see many. Relics from long-forgotten ruins, to admire, to study, to donate.

It will be full of colour. And comfort... And Vergil will live nearby, but not so close that we're at war, close enough to establish our own territories.

Ariadne's chest shuddered then in silent laughter. Her hand, which had splayed on Enok's chest, delicately smoothed out the fur trim her fingernails had buried into.

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@enokvirkow | X

Ariadne hesitated to look up. To meet Enok's eyes. In a way, she didn't want to hear an answer to her question — because she feared it. Just as she feared the uncertainty of her own future. She needed maps. Plans. To have some form of control.

Then there was Enok. Smiling, grinning Enok. He went with the flow. Whether it was calm waters or rapids before a waterfall.

He reached out for her like it was such a simple thing to do and he sweetly neatened her hair. She softened a little. Even more-so when he reiterated they were running. Together.

It was Ariadne's turn to search Enok's expression. Wide eyes, scared to hope and scared to fight. It felt like she was always being knocked down by something bigger than her. What if she fought back and failed..?

Therein lay the problem. She thought herself alone — because she thought she, alone, had to do something. No one else could be hurt if no one else was there to be hurt.

But Enok made her feel good about having someone at her side. It wasn't a new concept, she was a twin after all. With Vergil she felt like she had to be the protector and he allowed it. With Enok... well, she could never pull rank with him even when she tried, he'd ignore it anyway.

So, when Enok mentioned a condition, Ariadne was baited. She shuffled a little closer and listened intently. Then a half-smile twitched her lips and broke into a full-smile. "... only if you plant a row of trees for me. With pomegranates, and figs, and olives, and coconuts, and mangoes..."

There would probably be more added to the list over the years. Her eyes sparkled at the thought, she didn't think Enok could deny her wishes.

In a bolder-than-usual move, Ariadne used her power on him. Light. Playful. A push to topple him onto his back, and she immediately pillowed her head onto his chest, facing away at first, eyes closed as she listened for the steady thump of his heart. Soon she turned her head to look up at him. "You... feel like home."

It surprised her. She always thought home would be somewhere in Lucis. Though so much had happened. Vergil wanted to follow Rose, and Rose wanted to train further with her father, and her father shifted like a flame blazing across the land. Even Somnus had moved, something that never even felt like a possibility.

[enokvirkow]

The sounds of the forest could be unnerving. But not to Ariadne, who knew how to read into the noise... it was just night life... normal activity for the nocturnal. There was no reason to feel alarmed.

Still, she found herself rolling to face Enok's back. He was being polite. Giving her something like privacy. He couldn't possibly be asleep for real, else he'd be on his back in a sprawl, like it were a law of the world.

"... do you think I can ever stop running?" she asked the back of his head in a whisper. Her eyes cast down. Or did she have to stop them?

Ariadne was right, he wasn’t asleep, even if his eyes were closed. Resting but listening. To everything around them to his own thoughts – and to Ariadne’s voice, of course.

Her question was… something that alluded to a bigger worry. A bigger concern. A bigger fear.

Enok turned around to face her finally. His eyes finding hers and searching in them for a moment, as if he wanted to gauge her real feelings. He couldn’t read minds like she could. But he had a very good guess on how Ariadne felt a lot of times.

Enok wasn’t one to be all grim about such dark themes, too, though.

So, the small smile that spread on his face and quickly grew into a grin seemed so out of place at first. But the hand that reached to tug a lost strand behind Ariadne’s ear was gentle.

“Why would we stop running?”, he asked back, shaking his head a bit. He knew what she meant, he knew... but he would spin her fears into something different.

“We aren’t done running for a long time yet. There are things that need to happen and need to be done. And we will see to it all being done. Together. You know that, right? If we stop running now, we give up. And I’m not anywhere near giving up yet.”

“Maybe after we won. Maybe after all that… then we can stop running. But only under one condition.”, he whispered a little mysteriously, “Only if you stop running with me at a nice warm coast with shining oceans. Only then will I stop running with you.”

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That time of the year and all, I know it in my bones that Ariadne rolls her eyes and sighs at her twin brother replaying cheesy Christmas jingles like their home is a supermarket the day after Halloween but in the same breath she would feel deeply saddened come a holiday season that she comes home to a quiet house. No one tell Vergil but once they're living separately she too will crank the music.

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Ariadne's birthday wish treat would have been a flowy white dress that screams "vacation" so she can wear it to the beach and pretend to be a carefree girlie (she's stressed about stressing less).

[whumporama]

A character who is tied up and gagged, but their eyes speak volumes. The rage, the promise that when they get free, everyone here is dead.

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There was a truly monstrous outfit at the Lucis Caelum estate. It was even worse than having a teletubby attend the Halloween costume party — Ariadne, ever the perfectionist, had made herself into a labubu.

She didn't choose something cute out of Kpop Demon Hunters. No Wicked witches for her. Not even a throwback to the colourful Barbie craze. No, she was pure evil, even as she wordlessly and facelessly shoved a plastic pumpkin basket into the hands of her godfather.

It was brimming with the treats he preferred and allowed himself. Honey-roasted nuts, whole fruits dressed up in spooky doodled on wrapping and hard lemon candies. That was the only way he'd figure out who the fuck the demon in front of him was.

Somnus stared. He usually did not. But he could not not stare at this.

What kind of utter monstrosity was this?

Whomever was beneath this really drove the purpose of Halloween home.

What on the gods’ great green earth…?

He could not even lift his eyes from this as it waddled into the great hall of his estate.

Who…?

His eyes briefly flicked to the side.

No. Leander was still at his spot closeby the buffet, enjoying the attention of quite a few guests at once.

Oh no.

No no no no.

This thing was coming right over to him. And Somnus could feel a few other guests watching the display. He kept his cool. At least he thought so. Even if he had confusion etched across his face when he was given a little pumpkin from this… thing.

Filled with all his favourites. Handmade. And he would recognize these doodles anywhere in an instant.

Somnus’ eyes shot up again at the giant creepy face of this crossbreed of a rabid-ridden bunny and a nightmare on drugs. He could almost scoff. Almost laugh. Relief. And also fascination grew out of his disturbance.

“Ariadne?! .... what the fuck are you?”

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@somnus-lucis-caelum | X

The laughter that emitted from Ariadne's costume was uncanny, all muffled as though the teenager had been gobbled up by a monster. Surprise surprise she was the monster all along.

"Hello?!" She initially reacted with her own shock. Her godfather never swore under his breath like that. Not really. And if he did, no he didn't, he would deny it always. It was a massive compliment that she of all people drew that reaction out of him. "I'm only the hottest trend right now??"

The silent confusion was worth more than gold.

"I'm a Labubu." Somnus probably felt much older than he was. As though she were speaking to him in a language he should understand, but all meaning was lost. "Clearly I chose the perfect outfit to trick you with. I raged the entire car ride home about your character."

[drops-of-universe]

im a chronic noticer. don’t ever underestimate my ability to notice.

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@somnus-lucis-caelum | X

Ariadne had been hurting for weeks. Hurt people hurt people, and she didn't realise the gravity of her own question. That she had taken a grenade packed with raw emotion and accusation and lobbed it at a pillar in her life.

She didn't want it to be true. Any bravery she had left in her went towards marching into her godfather's office to ask the question that had been haunting her.

"Wow, your own parents don't even want to come get you."

"Bet that guy is paid just to be around you."

"You're such a burden Riri."

At first the new angle of bullying had been met with anger and frustration. Then, as always, it began to chip away at her confidence when it hit at sore spots.

So, when Somnus promptly stood and gathered the pieces of her into his own arms... she broke a little more. The tears were already loaded and ready to go. It was almost ridiculous how quickly she leapt from an emotionally charged question into crying — and she sought comfort in the safety of Somnus. Her hands gripped at his pristine suit and her face shoved to turn his dark collared shirt into a mop for her wet face.

"I —" It was all she could initially choke out, ugly crying in a way that showed how she had been feeling on the inside for far too long. Her hands moved to grip onto him a little tighter like he was her lifeline.

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry —

"I'm — a burden —" Ariadne managed around shaking sobs. "I keep — messing everything up."

She had disappointed a lot of people when she first started to sneak around with Aleux. Then when she was no longer sneaking and made it official with a 'real' first date, she came home with two puppies.

She remembered the reactions. Somnus was more serious and strict than even her own father in one instance, and now she was shoving other words and other meanings where they didn't belong.