Eternal

a gift from the stars,  their marked musician,  asra noceda. READ RULES AND ABOUT BEFORE INTERACTING!

[rpmusings-galore]

                                                             i was just a kid                                                               i was just a kid                                                              i was just a kid

[valtsv]

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.

[starsgift]

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

[hxyxka-aa]

@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! "

[starsgift]

✦   — 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. ❛ Awesome. I guess I'm on my own. ❜ 

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 – 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.

❛ I wasn't trying to, I got lost – ❜ 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.

❛ Survivor..? ❜ 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. ❛ How do we play that? ❜

Short of the obvious, which is simply NOT dying. That seems to be a recurring theme in all of Eshu's games regardless.

[metaversals]

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.

[starsgift]

✦   — 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 – with a single strum of the cords came an ENORMOUS shockwave of magic – 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.

[starsgift]

✦   — 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.

[wolfythewitch]

"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

[starsgift]

DIFFERENT

send DIFFERENT for a moment that changed my muse's outlook / personality / ect, for better or for worse.

✦.  —  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 –– 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 –– 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 – or at – 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.

[starsgift]

“Baby girl, you are strange and off-putting.” from vivi /metaversals

✦.  —  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.

❛ Ooooookay then – thanks for that..? I guess? ❜ 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. ❛ I gotta go, you might want to leave too. But like. Probably AWAY from here. If you get figured out, you're dead. ❜

@metaversals.

[0008753]

DEAR  DIARY          .    .    .

[  *  ]      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.         

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 they’ve 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 (sender’s) 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.

[taggedmemes]

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

[virusinfected-memes]

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!

“All I do is drink water and be stupid.”

“All I do is rotate three outfits and talk shit and have panic attacks.”

“All I want these days is to hike through a mossy forest filled with heavy fog and get lost for a while.”

“Am 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 don’t!”

“Baby girl, you are strange and off-putting.”

“Can necromancers heal depression?”

“Did I need it? No. Did I buy it? Yes.”

“Don’t forget that what you see isn’t all there is.”

“Do you ever wanna bond with someone so bad you’re like, “Damn, I wish we were knights on a dangerous quest…”?”

“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and I’m sponsored by the circus.”

“Have people in horror movies never seen a horror movie?”

“Holy shit… I’M the demon living in my house?”

“Hot tip: bury yourself in the forest to recharge, never come back, and become a local cryptid.”

“Humans are really good at remembering each other’s bad decisions.”

“I am one percent human and ninety-nine percent tired.”

“I don’t really feel like existing today.”

“I do this really cute thing where I shut down and hate everybody.”

“I feel like I’m in the Sims where it takes five hours to make pasta and then you have to immediately go to bed.”

“If I can’t hand my lover a cup of coffee and kiss their forehead while they’re working, then what even is the point?”

“If my son is stealing pies off window sills, it’s because I taught him to do that, bitch.”

“If you aren’t someone the church wanted dead three hundred years ago, are you really living?”

“If your computer has malware… that’s 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.”

“I hate those really vivid dreams that you’re still emotionally attached to after you wake up. You’re stuck, feeling for something that technically doesn’t exist.”

“I’m giving up personhood to become a full-time abstract concept.”

“I’m like a shitty anime dating sim. If I talk to six people, I have to immediately go to bed. If I go grocery shopping, that’s half my HP.”

“I’m off to kill the most powerful man in the world.”

“In the 90s, computers would scream every time you went online. That was foreshadowing.”

“I procrastinate so much now that if I ever became a vampire I will literally put things off for centuries.”

“I think I want my next piercing to be through my heart with a wooden stake.”

“I think my dark under eye circles are adding to the aesthetic, actually.”

“I think the far healthier app to have in middle school was the DSi camera, not Tik Tok.”

“It’s okay to be obsessed and in love with me.”

“I was born in the wrong generation. Take me back to the paleoarchean era. I want to be insentient. I want to be bacteria.”

“Little known fact: once you’re older and you’re no longer in school, time stops being real. Did that thing happen one year ago? Two? Five? A few months ago? Who knows.”

“Maybe if we all just collectively start decorating now, we can… force it to be Halloween.”

“Me? Tired? Sleepy? Yes, constantly.”

“My blood is glow stick juice. That’s why all my bones crack when I move.”

“My body is less of a temple and more of a rotting 19th century mansion rumored to be haunted by several wicked and vengeful spirits.”

“My body is my temple. Ancient and crumbling. Probably cursed.”

“My hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself.”

“My kink is closing doors so that I’m in complete solitude.”

“My superpower is going into a book store and immediately forgetting the name of every book I’ve ever wanted to read.”

“Not all your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value.”

“Nothing should go back to normal. Normal wasn’t working.”

“Not really a fan of this ‘being a person’ thing.”

“People keep saying “go big or go home” as if going home doesn’t sound like the best idea ever. Hell yeah, I wanna go home, and I’m gonna take a nap when I get there.”

“People who suggest getting breakfast together as a hangout plan are the kind of people you want to hang onto.”

“Pray for me. Nothing’s wrong, I just want more power.”

“Protect me from what I want.”

“Pro tip: instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible, but you will not care at all.”

“Remember, you can disappear into the woods whenever you want. You’re an adult.”

“Reminder: you can start over at any time. Your day is not ruined. Your world is not over. Take a deep breath. Start over.”

“Rest in peace to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris, but I’m different. And better. Maybe even better than the gods.”

“Sexting? Nah, I’m into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hit me up.”

“Something all children covet is the generic black t-shirt with white skull worn by cartoon teenagers.”

“Sometimes a girly just needs to mask her declining mental state by calling herself a girlboss and that’s okay.”

“Sorry, bro, I can’t hang out today. I used up all my mana.”

“Sorry I tried to drink your blood. I think you’re cute.”

“The internet is awesome, but you can’t download love.”

“The only reason I still have depression is because I can’t take my brain out and blow on it like a DS cartridge.”

“The older you get, the more you appreciate just chilling at home doing nothing.”

“The world is just generally better when you’ve recently eaten a sandwich.”

“The worst part about kissing a perfect ten is the cold feeling your lips get from touching the mirror.”

“Very sexy of me to be isolating myself and rotting into the floor.”

“Well, the horrors may be beyond YOUR comprehension, but I understand them perfectly.”

“What does your soul look like?”

“What ever happened to personality? I want decorative towels that aren’t boring! I want NOVELTY! I want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets, and immediately think “this lady is a wacko” and also “her stuff is haunted!””

“When fat Pikachu finally returns, I know he will single-handedly save our economy.”

“Yeah, I could have cracked the Zodiac cipher before those guys did. I just didn’t want to.”

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”

“You can’t keep dancing with the devil and wonder why you’re still in Hell.”

“You know what I would be if I was in a video game? That dead body you find at the beginning with like ten gold.”

“You think too much. You’ll make yourself ill if you keep that up.”

[starsgift]

It’s a time travel rule

refer to the documents. this is a story central around a multiverse, not time travel.

hope this helps.

[starsgift]

Plum has wandered in. they don't know whats happening but they are uncomfy when we are not about them.

✦.  — 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.

❛ There you go. ❜ with that, hopefully this 'Asrie affection' train was over.

KISS MEME: 4/5

[starsgift]

Ruse screaming crying throwing up they want a kiss

✦.  —  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.

❛ Love you, Ruse. ❜ would Ruse move to let Plum receive affection? Probably not.

KISS MEME: 3/5

[starsgift]

Jinx also wants a kiss. Rn. final form can't hog Asrie.

✦.  —  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.

❛ I love you too, Jinx. ❜

KISS MEME: 2/5

[starsgift]

Throws Final Form. :^)

✦.  — 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 – as always – far too close for comfort. A sheepish smile crossed their features, hands wrung themselves on their sleeves.

❛ Hey – ❜

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.

❛ I didn't know you were following me, I was gonna come back. Promise. ❜

KISS MEME: 1 / 5