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@sinsoko
“ in the years since, i have sometimes found myself wondering if the same principle applies in other realms— if seeing a particularly astonishing shade of blue, for example, or letting a particularly potent person inside you could alter you irrevocably, just to have seen it or felt it. in which case, how does one know when or how to refuse? how to recover? ”
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rules / muse page
✧ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘏𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘋…
The pearly gates have opened and we welcome you with open arms, ready to embrace you no matter the burdens you carry. Rejoice! Your eternity has arrived.
Elysian Caim is NOW OPEN.
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𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐌 is an 18+ Discord MFRP that tells the story of your characters post their “deaths” as their souls have been whisked away by “angels”. Your characters may still be alive in canon, but our Seraphim would have to disagree! They have hand-picked your characters to live in their perfect world known as Nepenthe and wish to shower them in “blessings”. Though you might not see each blessing as good, everything from them is a blessing - perhaps you simply haven’t realized it yet.
It’s impossible to miss the waves of nausea emanating from the Royal Fortune’s far end. And though it’s amusing to watch Sanson hover around the ship’s edges, looking as if he might keel over at any moment, Rider leaves his perch to do something about it.
At least before the executioner accidentally tears out the ship’s railing from grasping it too hard.
“Come now, get ahold of yourself, Sanson! We can’t afford to have our only medic going yellow-bellied——and, frankly, I don’t want you coloring the hull of my beloved ship.” Bartholomew smiles and claps a friendly yet firm hand upon the Assassin’s shoulder, hoping to steady the man and get the point across. “A shot of pirate’s grog should fix you right up! Or, how about some tea?”
“Yes, thank you,” he sighs and doesn’t look at the crawling spot where hand meets shoulder. Even he’s not entirely bereft of manners. “For tea.”
Sanson wipes sweat from his brow and peers at his face. It’s honestly hard to imagine two people more different from each other. “I’d only seen ships from a distance before this. It’s been... illustrative.” That’s probably the highest praise he could give the experience.
“I don’t know how you and Jason manage this in-and-out every day.”
@darksails (starter call!)
Though he’s glad to have narrowly avoided death at the hands of the Lostbelt’s Greeks, this does come with a certain drawback. Namely that Sanson has never been at sea before and is now horribly seasick. The sun does a man as pale as him no favors either.
“Ahh,” he’s swaying back and forth slightly even as his knuckles are gripped white to the side of the ship. “My apologies. I’ve already tried all the typical home cures for nausea, but nothing appears to be working...”
Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly!
misc sentence starters
“ i wish i knew how to talk about it. ” “ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” “ i don’t want to be alone anymore. ” “ i wish i could hate you. ” “ take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while. ” “ i need you to trust me. ” “ i missed/miss you. ” “ she/he won’t listen to me. ” “ let me do this for you. please. ” “ is there anything else you want to say to me? ” “ tell me something happy. ” “ promise me. ” “ i just want/wanted to help. ” “ let me explain. ” “ i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me. ” “ i’m on your side. ” “ i’ve got your back, okay? ” “ please, tell me you have a plan. ” “ stay with me tonight. ” “ don’t go. please. ” “ i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be. ” “ talk to me. ” “ i did what i had to do. ” “ we can’t keep going on like this. ” “ i’m just tired. ” “ i’m scared. ” “ it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it. ” “ it’s better to expect disappointment. ” “ hope is dangerous. ” “ i like seeing you smile. ” “ you look beautiful. ” “ be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ” “ i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “ i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up. ” “ have a drink with me. ” “ she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice. ” “ you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “ can i help you? ” “ i thought you’d like this. ” “ do you wanna get out of here? ” “ walk with me? ” “ well, shit. ”
@woolfskin asked:
’ life is a rotten occasion. ' // for kadooc
“So you’re not going to drink?” Kadoc replies, setting the wine bottle down on the table with less caution than the spider-web cracks in the glass deserve. The label is half-faded and crumbling, completely illegible. He’d noticed it out in the white dusty nothingness that used to be the Earth and brought it back on a whim.
“We make for some pretty shitty zombies,” he pulls a swiss army knife out of his pocket and pops the cork. Before Beryl can respond, he drinks straight out of the bottle. “Thought a near-death experience is supposed to make you wiser,” though he’s not all that torn up about it. All he really remembers from being in suspension is the swirling colors of his head injury. “Or is it that you can’t cure stupidity?” Kadoc lifts the bottle too high and it splashes out onto his chin and shirt.
“Shit-”
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corruption arc
so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.
hero arc
well done - you did things right. this may seem like a boring answer, but i promise it isn't. you believe in goodness and you believe in doing good, and through everything, you work to keep that goodness. you have seen so much blood, and your instinct is always to stitch. you grew and fought and won, and i'm glad you did, because someone had to. i'm glad you kept believing in the world you were trying to save. you are far braver than most could ever be.
@bonmotx asked:
"Merrily, I would descend into rotting at the bottom of your heart, simply to know I was in it." (Gay evil.)
Amakusa presses a kiss to his servant’s brow, pulling them lower so he can reach. “You are inside my heart already, Douman,” he cups their cheeks with both hands, “And if we were in hell, the real hell, I will come find you. The proof of you is scarred into this body and my soul both,” he rubs the command seals with his left hand. All three are still intact.
“But rejoice, Ashiya Douman. When the universe crumbles and we break apart with it, you will be at my side. There will be no hell for us except the one on Earth,” he releases his grip on them. “God himself cannot stop us from up in his heaven.”
@bonmotx asked:
“I am sorry, I know, I am trying to help you. I want to help you, you are hurt, and I am - my lord, I am so sorry, please go back to sleep.” (douman to avenger amakusa)
The first thing he’s consciously aware of is that there’s blood streaked down the back of his yukata sleeve. Amakusa’s breath clatters in his chest like there’s metal rattling around his lungs, and he rolls onto his hands and knees to force air into his lungs. Everything hurts when he dissolves into a coughing fit- he only realizes where the blood is coming from when it drips onto the floorboards. After that he rubs at his eyes until the blood runs from them like tears.
“Aah,” he moans, fumbling about the ground with his hands, because when it gets this bad he can hardly see for the welling blood. “Douman- get me a knife- no, any sort of sharp thing, quickly,” they must be rotting, he thinks, there’s no other explanation. His eyes must have started rotting inside his head years ago. It’s not just the blood, it’s the sickly color and the awful smell when the weather warms. Like a corpse after the third day.
“Please, at once,” Amakusa coughs again. His nightmare is so easily forgotten in the face of this, because he might dream of burning, but in his dreams he is always young and untouched. “I’ll carve them out! Now, once and for all!” He grabs at the hem of Douman’s kimono, trying to pull them closer, where he can see them. “Whatever lives inside this body, it cannot be allowed to devour any more flesh,” a horrid laugh escapes him. “It must be a parasite, some sort of insect or worm! One day it will burst out and consume all of me!”
He can’t tell whether he’s laughing or having another coughing fit anymore. “I can feel it drilling all the way through the back of this head!” The blood pouring down his face is turning thin and runny as his mood changes. “It’s- I’m...” Amakusa’s shoulders hitch, then he sobs.
well i was trying to add calter to the blog but it says i have to contact support to use javascript wtf
Did you lose yourself? It’s always in the last place you check.
indie private fate multimuse by bus. like or reblog if you’re interested in interacting?
@lovedloyalty asked (5 months ago):
DAZE; for shirou & semiramis? uwu
Ruler is very glad not to have oversleeping as one of his vices, speaking on the whole. There’s always much too much to be done, places to be. On an average morning he wakes with the sun, which usually turns out to be 5 or 6 o’clock depending on the season.
This morning, when he wakes, sunshine is already filtering through the dusty curtains. Though he could be forgiven for not noticing with the shadow looming over him.
“Good morning. Have you come to strangle me in my sleep, Assassin?” The hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he lifts his head. He supposes that being able to come back does take the edge off the fear of death, even if he trusts Assassin to be herself wholeheartedly. Aah, though it would be inconvenient to have to start over now. He’s achieved too much over the past couple decades.
He sits up in bed and his back pops, which brings a momentary scowl to his face. Though he knows for a fact he’s not growing any older, sometimes his joints make him wonder about that. (Is it any better if he’s growing old, just very slowly?) “What time is it now, by the way?”
@woolfskin asked:
Makeover for Kadoc and Beryl (obvs Beryl is the one giving Kadoc a makeover)
Kadoc wonders if morbid fascination is a good reaction in this situation, given that he’s never actually worn anything like what Beryl does. Or that he doesn’t really trust Beryl not to make him look awful on purpose.
He huffs and shrugs at his own thought. As long as Beryl doesn’t take pictures. “D’you want me to take my piercings out? Because if I’m gonna do that, I should do it before we do anything else.” He’s caught his piercings on bits of fabric before and it is not pleasant. “Also, I’m allergic to latex. Be aware.”
What if the fear of darkness gave way to the fear of color?
Unnecessarily Detailed Dislikes
Muse name: Charles-Henri Sanson
Least favorite nickname: “Charlot”
Least favorite color: Red
Least favorite season: Autumn
Least favorite weather: The late autumn muck and rain.
Least favorite—hot or cold: He’s weak in the heat.
Least favorite holiday: Holy Week. (It’s not as if he and his family could stop going, but he always feels most isolated in a church.)
Least favorite food: Turnips.
Least favorite flavor: Unsurprisingly, he has no tolerance for spicy foods.
Least favorite drink: Milk.
Least favorite scent: Strong perfumes.
Least favorite sound: The sound of writing on a chalkboard.
Least favorite book: Gulliver’s Travels.
Least favorite movie: Even in Chaldea, he’s not much of a TV or movie person.
Least favorite school subject or area of study: He’s not one for physics or anything that becomes too nebulous like that.
Least favorite aspect of their job: Pick one.
Least favorite fictional character: Robin Hood
Least favorite person: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. (He may not get along with Robin Hood, but he has a respect for him that Mozart has never earned.)
Least favorite trait in others: A lack of respect for personal space and boundaries; not knowing when to shut up.
Least favorite place: The Place de Grève in Paris.
Least favorite thing to talk about: Any sort of loud, passionate arguing. The past.
Least favorite thing about themselves: He considers himself a coward and a man with no backbone.
Least favorite daily chore: Dusting and mopping.
Least favorite style of clothing: Anything with bright, highly visible colors or that’s easy to tear.
Least favorite activity: Even though he’s hardly physically weak, he hates playing sports and pretty much always has.
Least favorite thing about humanity in general: Mob mentality.
Least favorite thing about being in love: How vulnerable it makes you.
Least favorite thing about death: There is no such thing as a flawless and painful death.
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