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@starsgift
                               i was just a kid                                i was just a kid                                i was just a kid
i loooooove giving my ocs perpetrator trauma. you hurt people, used and abused and destroyed them, and you will never wash out that stain. you will grow resentful of forgiveness because you refuse to forgive yourself. they don't know what you did like you do. you wear that knowledge like armor, like a sick badge of shameful pride. you can't cut off the hand that struck out and throw it away. you can't pull out your teeth and become something kinder, something more vulnerable.
giving up on life a little because my theme keeps breaking threads/where icons are in them. i dont wanna make a new theme PLS
@starsgift liked for a starter!! ft. BASTARD
" Congratulations Asra!!"
" You found me!!!"
A disembodied voice chimes. It seemed like Asra had been wandering around throughout Eshu's temple. It was late---and they were one of the few even allowed in this area. Yet---for whatever reason it looked like they had gotten themselves turned around? Which was extremely easy to do, given the conditions.
Ornate Doors SLAM SHUT feet away from the luz, and those that do not slam, simply CEASE to exist. The stagnant night sky above begins to shift and smear ---the pinpoints of light becoming fast moving beams. All at once it would stop, revealing a celestial body that was vastly different from the one that loomed ahead mere moments ago.
" Y'know its BAD MANNERS to go through someone's house without asking!"
The stained glass windows beneath the skylight begin to shift as a shadow races across them, which would likely catch asra's attention.
" Thats okay! I'm game to play with you today. I KNOW you missed me! "
The shadow snaps into existence SUDDENLY---REPLACING the one on the floor that naturally fell from the human.
A deranged GRIN is plastered on it's face, one that was all too familiar to the Marked now.
" Asra activated my trap card!!! Wanna play a little game of survivor with me? I've been SOOO Bored all day. You wouldn't BELIEVE how hard it is to keep my fans away."
" Pinky swear I'll go easy on you this time! "
âŚÂ  â Asra hadn't been intending to wander, admittedly, getting lost was NOT a difficult feat in Final Form's temple. Ever changing halls can play in their favor or conspire against them, it really would depend on the day, for the most part. When they found themself in a hall that seemed to repeat itself and stretch endlessly, no matter HOW far they'd walk, they'd pluck the phone from their hoodie pocket, thumb hovered over their contacts.
Their messages wouldn't go through, no matter how many times they'd retry. â Awesome. I guess I'm on my own. âÂ
They should have made it to the kitchen by now, they should have some idea where they were at least. Why does it feel like any time they THINK they've neared the end, the halls just bend? It's almost as if the halls themselves had a different destination entirely in mind for Asra, and they were but a passenger at their mercy. That was when ornate doors SLAMMED shut behind them without warning.
Uh oh.
Suddenly, with the shadow's jovial voice calling out to them, it all made sense. Asra was SUPPOSED to find Eshu here. Wherever 'here' is, the space looked unfamiliar to the marked musician. The room was lovely but they had no idea WHAT they were looking at â they could only vaguely recall different features from their surroundings from different dreams they'd had. Dual colored gaze followed Eshu's shadow now racing across the stained glass.
â I wasn't trying to, I got lost â â in their defense, this 'house' was exceptionally easy to get turned around in.
Not that Asra hadn't been curious about the vast temple, maybe their own subconscious led them here? Their head HURT just trying to make sense of how they'd ended up here. They'd look to the ground, where Eshu's shadow plastered itself, replacing their own. A game? It felt far too rare that Eshu's FINAL FORM extended an invitation to play, and yet a brow raised at the offer. Despite stars pinky swear they would go easy on them, they couldn't shake the feeling that SOMEHOW this game would be just as difficult as the last.
â Survivor..? â They'd mimic, pocketing their phone, it was practically useless at the moment. Surely their curiosity would not be the death of them, surely asking a simple question couldn't hurt. â How do we play that? â
Short of the obvious, which is simply NOT dying. That seems to be a recurring theme in all of Eshu's games regardless.
blasphemy.
that's what it felt like.
vivian felt unnerved. her stomach wouldn't settle, and every hair on her arms to the back of her neck stands in alarm. she tries to catch her breathing, tries not to panic, but it's too hard not to scream &. yell at the god who tore everything apart.
the god who tosses her attack back and forth between his hands as if it'd meant nothing.
out of all other options, vivian forces herself to remain : what else was there to do besides to fight ? to not run &. panic like a coward ? she made this choice. that fact does not make it better, not when she's still glaring at the god that she'd attacked.
" fuck you ! " vivian yells this time, beginning to cast another spell ; she never gets the chance to finish it. there's no way either of them could make a barrier strong enough to hold that magic, but she can try &. protect herself and bad boy / quickly a barrier is casted, and it lasts little, but she she jumps out of the way, albeit ungracefully as her back takes the brunt.
she stands with a groan. blaze snarls this time, and with her grip a little tighter on her palisman again, she charges another spell ---- at the last moment, she changes it's direction to cast it towards the musician.
âŚÂ   â Once upon a time, they might have stood exactly where this Luz and Amity stood; helplessly out of their depth, standing their ground with a force THEY NEVER STOOD A CHANCE against. The irony of it is, they can vividly recall those emotions, and yet all they felt now was ANGER towards these perfect strangers. People who, under different circumstances, could have very well been allies.
Jinx didn't need their protection, that much was abundantly clear as the deity danced with flare, sending the spell ROCKETING to the spellcasters. Beneath their ever smiling mask, dual colored gaze squinted as the magic BURST into a radiant light.
Despite being TALLER than Jinx, the deity's presence made the masked musician seem small, as if they were a footnote to stars existence. No different than any other follower of the celestial deity, ESPECIALLY wearing the blue robes.
With Jinx floating overhead, they'd brandished their enchanted violin, a moment too late, as the magic blast had been hurdled towards them. They hadn't much time to react, not before it STRUCK the mask from their face. Only underneath that mask WASN'T an enemy that Vivian and Bad Boy had been expecting to see, this wasn't some random celestial, this was a Luz Noceda.
Despite the momentary glance in the direction their mask had been lost, they didn't spare a moment before returning their gaze to the instigators; brows furrowing into a glare. With a bow to the strings of the violin, the battlefield was theirs instantaneously â with a single strum of the cords came an ENORMOUS shockwave of magic â more than they were accustomed to.
Along with each beautiful note of what sounded like a deadly melody came another wave, each seemed more overwhelming than the last, and it CUT and TORE through their surroundings.
Oh, but don't assume their being stationary for the time being makes them an easy target. Behind them loomed an ENORMOUS celestial supercharged dragon familiar, Clair De Lune, and she did NOT seem happy that her master OR Jinx had been attacked. They're not afraid of the attackers, they didn't want to hurt them either, all Asra wanted was to stand between them and their friend deity.
âŚÂ   â Between the inner circle chat's surge in activity and all the festival preparation they've had to help with, Asra is tired. This will not stop them from watching videos. Nothing could possibly stop them from staying up all night to watch videos.
"The gods' chosen" "the gods' champion" no that's the god's little wind up toy. The gods' chew toy. The gods' favorite barbie doll
DIFFERENT
send DIFFERENT for a moment that changed my muse's outlook / personality / ect, for better or for worse.
âŚ.  â It felt surreal, just a year and a half ago, they'd arrived on the Boiling Isles. Just a year and a half ago, Luz had started learning magic, learning about this world, and made the decision to fight for these witches and demons. Now, they stood on a battlefield, what was to be the FINAL STAND against Emperor Belos on the Day of Unity; and by the looks of it ââ they'd won. Belos had been struck down after a long, heated battle, it was hard to believe it was over, truthfully it took a moment to register. It almost felt TOO EASY, too SOON for them to have won. Sure, Luz and her friends had managed a direct hit, but it shouldn't have been enough to kill him.
Despite their friends' cheers, Luz felt somewhere deep down that this day wasn't over. Something was WRONG, something was GLOWING amidst the smoke and debris. Before they'd had much an opportunity to say anything, there was something of an EXPLOSION which threw everyone off their feet ââ and then the world went black.
Their ears were RINGING when they came to. The world was bright and painful, but they could make out Amity's voice as she pulled them to a sit. Golden brown eyes narrowed, a futile attempt to understand what was going on through all the chaos. Distorted voices chimed through their head, yet they couldn't UNDERSTAND what was being said. Amity helped them to a stand, asking them questions they couldn't yet comprehend the answer to.
They were exhausted, yet Amity said they had to RUN. They were tired, yet this staggering figure LOOMED over them.
It felt surreal, staring up at the masked mimic, whose words seemed to echo through their skull without meaning. Somehow, it TRULY felt as if they were being spoken to â or at â but they hadn't a clue how to respond they didn't know the words being said. Amity pulled their arm, forcing Luz to move, to make their exit from the Golden City which was crumbling around them. Just yesterday, they thought this was it, all of this was SUPPOSED to be the finale. How could they have known this was only the beginning of the next act, and that the little world they'd lived in was about to get A LOT broader. They didn't know what all of this meant, but one thing Luz knew for certain was their world was about to be A LOT different.
Forever.
âBaby girl, you are strange and off-putting.â from vivi /metaversals
âŚ.  â Asra isn't quite sure WHAT is was about the words said to them, but they couldn't find it within them to do much more than blink in response initially. This was obviously an Amity, that much they knew, but beyond that? Who she was remained a mystery. Today was one of Eshu's 'god stuff' days, and Asra was to be around during the festivities.
Why this Amity showed up? They may never know, especially as they'd back-step, an attempt to subtly exit the conversation.
â Ooooookay then â thanks for that..? I guess? â How else were they supposed to respond? They'd been called worse before, but that didn't make it any easier to conjure up a response. â I gotta go, you might want to leave too. But like. Probably AWAY from here. If you get figured out, you're dead. â
@metaversals.
DEARÂ DIARYÂ Â Â Â Â Â . Â Â . Â Â .
[  *  ]    writing prompt    )     :      send a number  1 - 20 to take a closer look inside this characters mind and life.     /     below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside what would be diary  /  journal entries from different moments throughout their life;    the good,    the bad,   and the ugly    these are meant to invoke character development   &   can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.     Â
01.   the first entry they ever made. 02.   entry made on the best night of their life. 03.   entry made on the worst night of their life. 04.   entry made after experiencing a nightmare. 05.   entry made after experiencing heartbreak. 06.   entry made discussing travel theyâve done or hope to do. 07.   entry made featuring an important moment in their life. 08.   entry made featuring their day   /   night at work. 09.   entry made discussing their school day(s). 10.   entry made featuring mention of death. 11.   entry made discussing their fears and anxieties. 12.   entry made discussing their hopes and dreams. 13.   entry made featuring mention of (senderâs) muse. 14.   entry made featuring mention of their parents. 15.   entry made featuring desire. 16.   entry made featuring anger. 17.   entry made featuring joy. 18.   entry made featuring sadness. 18.   entry made featuring pain. 18.   entry made discussing a childhood memory. 19.   entry made talking about a simple  /  normal day. 20.   the last entry they ever made.
GLIMPSES OF THE PAST: a headcanon / prompt collection because sometimes it's not enough to write about your muse's past and how it affects them, you just gotta write a little scene. these prompts are designed to be a little writing prompt related to your character's past, essentially!
send FORGED for a scene from my muse's past that they think made them stronger in the long run
send REMINDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they encountered something that reminded them of a difficult experience / trauma
send CONFESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they revealed a secret about themselves to someone
send TRICKED for a scene from my muse's past in which they misled, tricked, or lied to someone
send IMPRESSED for a scene from my muse's past in which they tried to impress someone, successfully or not
send ACHIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they completed / achieved something they were proud of
send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life
send DIFFERENT for a scene from my muse's past that they feel changed their outlook / personality / etc, for the better or worse
send CRITICAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they thought about / were reminded of something they're insecure about
send SCOLDED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone told them off, justifiably or not
send STRAINED for a scene from my muse's past in which they interact with someone they have a difficult relationship with
send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears
send LOST for a scene from my muse's past in which they felt lost, literally or figuratively
send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did
send INJURED for a scene from my muse's past in which they sustained a significant injury
send AFRAID for a scene from my muse's past in which they were scared / under threat
send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them
send CAUGHT for a scene from my muse's past in which they were caught doing something they shouldn't
send BLUSHED for a scene from my muse's past in which they received a compliment that really got to them
send VICIOUS for a scene from my muse's past in which someone said something cruel that really got to them
send SWOONED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were infatuated with someone
send PINNED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were stuck somewhere, literally or figuratively
send GRIEVED for a scene from my muse's past in which they had recently lost someone / something
send MORTAL for a scene from my muse's past in which they had a brush with death, either themselves or someone close to them
TUMBLR TEXT POST SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 1 ;
75 starters. CW: blood mention, cussing, death. Starters come from various text posts floating around Tumblr. The only thing changed for this post was adding capitalization and punctuation. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed!
âAll I do is drink water and be stupid.â
âAll I do is rotate three outfits and talk shit and have panic attacks.â
âAll I want these days is to hike through a mossy forest filled with heavy fog and get lost for a while.â
âAm I supposed to feel sorry for the those two guys who died in the Blair Witch house? Who broke into HER home, trespassed on HER land, and messed with HER stick bundles? I donât!â
âBaby girl, you are strange and off-putting.â
âCan necromancers heal depression?â
âDid I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes.â
âDonât forget that what you see isnât all there is.â
âDo you ever wanna bond with someone so bad youâre like, âDamn, I wish we were knights on a dangerous questâŚâ?â
âDo you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?â
âFuck yeah, Iâm an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and Iâm sponsored by the circus.â
âHave people in horror movies never seen a horror movie?â
âHoly shit⌠IâM the demon living in my house?â
âHot tip: bury yourself in the forest to recharge, never come back, and become a local cryptid.â
âHumans are really good at remembering each otherâs bad decisions.â
âI am one percent human and ninety-nine percent tired.â
âI donât really feel like existing today.â
âI do this really cute thing where I shut down and hate everybody.â
âI feel like Iâm in the Sims where it takes five hours to make pasta and then you have to immediately go to bed.â
âIf I canât hand my lover a cup of coffee and kiss their forehead while theyâre working, then what even is the point?â
âIf my son is stealing pies off window sills, itâs because I taught him to do that, bitch.â
âIf you arenât someone the church wanted dead three hundred years ago, are you really living?â
âIf your computer has malware⌠thatâs me in there. If you take care of me like a little Tamagotchi pet, I will leave and give you a secret present in your files.â
âI hate those really vivid dreams that youâre still emotionally attached to after you wake up. Youâre stuck, feeling for something that technically doesnât exist.â
âIâm giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept.â
âIâm like a shitty anime dating sim. If I talk to six people, I have to immediately go to bed. If I go grocery shopping, thatâs half my HP.â
âIâm off to kill the most powerful man in the world.â
âIn the 90s, computers would scream every time you went online. That was foreshadowing.â
âI procrastinate so much now that if I ever became a vampire I will literally put things off for centuries.â
âI think I want my next piercing to be through my heart with a wooden stake.â
âI think my dark under eye circles are adding to the aesthetic, actually.â
âI think the far healthier app to have in middle school was the DSi camera, not Tik Tok.â
âItâs okay to be obsessed and in love with me.â
âI was born in the wrong generation. Take me back to the paleoarchean era. I want to be insentient. I want to be bacteria.â
âLittle known fact: once youâre older and youâre no longer in school, time stops being real. Did that thing happen one year ago? Two? Five? A few months ago? Who knows.â
âMaybe if we all just collectively start decorating now, we can⌠force it to be Halloween.â
âMe? Tired? Sleepy? Yes, constantly.â
âMy blood is glow stick juice. Thatâs why all my bones crack when I move.â
âMy body is less of a temple and more of a rotting 19th century mansion rumored to be haunted by several wicked and vengeful spirits.â
âMy body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed.â
âMy hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself.â
âMy kink is closing doors so that Iâm in complete solitude.â
âMy superpower is going into a book store and immediately forgetting the name of every book Iâve ever wanted to read.â
âNot all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value.â
âNothing should go back to normal. Normal wasnât working.â
âNot really a fan of this âbeing a personâ thing.â
âPeople keep saying âgo big or go homeâ as if going home doesnât sound like the best idea ever. Hell yeah, I wanna go home, and Iâm gonna take a nap when I get there.â
âPeople who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto.â
âPray for me. Nothingâs wrong, I just want more power.â
âProtect me from what I want.â
âPro tip: instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible, but you will not care at all.â
âRemember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. Youâre an adult.â
âReminder: you can start over at any time. Your day is not ruined. Your world is not over. Take a deep breath. Start over.â
âRest in peace to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris, but Iâm different. And better. Maybe even better than the gods.â
âSexting? Nah, Iâm into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hit me up.â
âSomething all children covet is the generic black t-shirt with white skull worn by cartoon teenagers.â
âSometimes a girly just needs to mask her declining mental state by calling herself a girlboss and thatâs okay.â
âSorry, bro, I canât hang out today. I used up all my mana.â
âSorry I tried to drink your blood. I think youâre cute.â
âThe internet is awesome, but you canât download love.â
âThe only reason I still have depression is because I canât take my brain out and blow on it like a DS cartridge.â
âThe older you get, the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing.â
âThe world is just generally better when youâve recently eaten a sandwich.â
âThe worst part about kissing a perfect ten is the cold feeling your lips get from touching the mirror.â
âVery sexy of me to be isolating myself and rotting into the floor.â
âWell, the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension, but I understand them perfectly.â
âWhat does your soul look like?â
âWhat ever happened to personality? I want decorative towels that arenât boring! I want NOVELTY! I want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets, and immediately think âthis lady is a wackoâ and also âher stuff is haunted!ââ
âWhen fat Pikachu finally returns, I know he will single-handedly save our economy.â
âYeah, I could have cracked the Zodiac cipher before those guys did. I just didnât want to.â
âYou cannot find peace by avoiding life.â
âYou canât keep dancing with the devil and wonder why youâre still in Hell.â
âYou know what I would be if I was in a video game? That dead body you find at the beginning with like ten gold.â
âYou think too much. Youâll make yourself ill if you keep that up.â
Itâs a time travel rule
refer to the documents. this is a story central around a multiverse, not time travel.
hope this helps.
Plum has wandered in. they don't know whats happening but they are uncomfy when we are not about them.
âŚ.  â Does Plum even understand kisses? No, not as far as Asra knew. Still, they'd been in line for affection and it would be REALLY RUDE to leave them out, (especially after watching Ruse bite them to be ahead of them in line). After a beat, they'd place a quick kiss to the top of Plum's head, atop their hat.
â There you go. â with that, hopefully this 'Asrie affection' train was over.
KISS MEME: 4/5
Ruse screaming crying throwing up they want a kiss
âŚ.  â Ruse basically CLIMBED OVER Plum to be next in line, screeching and hissing until he was the one standing in front of the marked. All Asra could do was blink as Ruse stood in front of them, grinning broadly in anticipation of affection. With a sharp INHALE through the nose, they'd lean in and gave Ruse a peck. A small smile on their face as they'd stand upright again.
â Love you, Ruse. â would Ruse move to let Plum receive affection? Probably not.
KISS MEME: 3/5
Jinx also wants a kiss. Rn. final form can't hog Asrie.
âŚ.  â  Apparently there's a LINE for what was deemed 'Asrie affection' now? Asra watched as the lower forms pushed and shoved to be next in line, and OF COURSE this meant Jinx would be next in line. They'd stifle a laugh as Jinx wedged themself between themself and Final Form (room for Jinxie, in their own words), smiling as they'd gently push Jinx's bangs from their forehead, leaning closer to place a little peck atop their head.
â I love you too, Jinx. â
KISS MEME: 2/5
Throws Final Form. :^)
âŚ.  â They should have known Eshu was going to follow them; this shouldn't be surprising, AND YET the deity appearing in front of them still managed to make them jump a bit dropping their phone. Dual colored gaze flickered from side to side before settling on Final Form who had been â as always â far too close for comfort. A sheepish smile crossed their features, hands wrung themselves on their sleeves.
â Hey â â
Quite honestly, they weren't sure how to read the smile on stars face, it COULD mean anything knowing Eshu.
Given a moment to compose themself, they did actually feel GUILTY about walking off without explanation, but they didn't want to agitate the deity with an excuse. A hand reached out, slowly at first, to cup Eshu's face; they weren't one to initiate a lot of affection, never really had been, especially given how touchy Final Form especially was about affection. And yet, they'd draw in closer, their eyes closed as they'd kiss Eshu.
â I didn't know you were following me, I was gonna come back. Promise. â
KISS MEME: 1 / 5