Summoned

Indie Aetheria Multimuse. OC/Crossover Friendly. Single Ship by verse. Some pages WIP.

[thesleepypencil]

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earthshaker1217:

thesleepypencil:

I told this Joke to my extremely religious father and his first reply was “funny but don’t tell it to your mother”

APPROPRIATE!!

TODAY IS THE ONLY DAY YOU CAN REBLOG THIS AND IT’LL MAKE SENSE

[summoningcxrcle]

So this just kind of happened. Read it if you like, I just... needed to work a few things out. To put it simply, a lot of shit has been going on in the last couple months, which explains my lack of activity across my blogs. I don’t really know what this is, I just kinda wrote it as a stream of consciousness thing based on a few thoughts that came to me in the shower.

Enough rambling, below the read more is the story/muse intro/random shit. I don’t really know what will come out of this.

Breaking Point

They say that everyone, even the best of people, has a limit. That eventually, things will fall out of control and reach a tipping point. For some people, that tipping point comes fast. For others, it builds up over years, kept bottled up and hidden out of sight- out of sight out of mind. But one person can only bottle up so much before the pressure reaches a critical point and makes it explode. And the worst part? You think you’re fine. You think that if you bottle all this up and throw it aside that all the feelings will just vanish. If you push it back far enough into your mind, you can go on living like nothing happened at all.

Well let me tell you. That’s not how it works.

That bottle can only hold so much. I thought I was strong enough to hold it back, as I had for so long... but it reached a point where even I couldn’t control it. 

I snapped.

I don’t even remember what it was that triggered the change. It seems so, so trivial to me now, but years upon years ago it must have been something of importance to me, or else I wouldn’t be standing here today. My memory of the event is foggy at best, but I’ll tell you what happened to the best of my ability. When I snapped, it was like everything else faded away. All my thoughts, fears, feelings. There was nothing. Nothing but an empty, pervasive rage. I snapped at anything and everyone. I saw nothing but red.

I could barely process what was going on, but I felt its power coursing through me. For the first time in nearly a decade, I actually felt alive. And this overwhelming euphoria brought with it a certain dark bloodlust. I reveled in the destruction. First my bed. Then my shelves. My whole was up in flames before I knew it. The dark violet fire tantalized my eyes- it was a thing of beauty, as gorgeous a sight as the setting sun. But mere destruction wasn’t enough. Or at least, I craved more. Reason stood to say that I’d had my fun. Reason stood to say that the next thing I did would destroy me. Reason said that I was going too far. But I didn’t listen. When I heard her screams of pain, her cries of apology- it was like angelic chorus. When she breathed her last, I felt like I was breathing for the first time. 

I thought I would stop there.

But no. I had tasted blood.

At this point, I don’t even know if I’m being metaphoric or not.

He was next. He tried to run, but I cut him off at every turn. He was my prey. I was the hunter. Ripping him apart with my bare hands elicited nearly as much of a thrill as it had with her, but it didn’t have the same... heart in it. Which was weird, since I’m fairly certain I tore that out myself. Then they were next. I hadn’t bothered playing with them. They weren’t worth my time. Just one strike. Straight through the heart. I wasn’t even sure that they felt it. I didn’t hear any screams when their room was set ablaze. 

But then the other one appeared. The youngest. She... almost made me hesitate. But I was far too strong. The lust for blood, for flame, for destruction... I was too weak. Too weak to suppress it. She was gone long before I finally came too, surrounded by nothing but ash and soot.

Treat this as a cautionary tale. Breaking Points are dangerous. And I took far too long to learn it. Don’t live like me. Don’t let it consume you. I caused so much pain... hurt too many people... I let it destroy who I was, I let it mold me into a shape I never wanted to take. I used to help people fight their inner demons... ironic, really, that I fell prey to mine.

[crimsonclan-blog]

Eyyyyyyyyy! Reblog if you would like to rp with the best explosion waifu, Megumin, from the hilarious anime Konosuba.

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Reblog this post if you’d be interested in roleplaying with a Fandomless Goddess/God OC. 

[summoningcxrcle]

-hurls url at you-

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url and what I think of them.

*flails wildly*

[summoningcxrcle]

cantusecho replied to your post: Have my URL then ya bummmmm

GET OUT MY FACE -LAYS DOWN-

NEVAAAAR

[summoningcxrcle]

Have my URL then ya bummmmm

Send me a url and I'll record my voice saying the url and what I think of them.

Here you go ya bum <3

[memeinthevoid]

Send me a url and I'll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

I’ll do them all in one audio clip

[memeinthevoid]

Send me a url and I'll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

I’ll do them all in one audio clip

[magister-ludicro]

*loads my url into a machine gun and empties the clip into your inbox*

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

[Prepare to cringe, Dan-boy!]

[summoningcxrcle]

Gif slightly relevant. Just want to point out how much I loved this goofy sound clip from you, and you can definitely expect more crazy shenanigans in the future. Not gonna let my brother down, right?

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Reblog this if your muse is protective of their loved ones.

[summoningcxrcle]

Intro - Echoes of the Soul 1

A large number of posts on this blog have chronicled the lives of those who have the power to combat the fearsome Dark Aetherians that escape from their plane and wreak havoc in our world. But some attacks are not reported in a timely manner. Some only come to the ears and senses of those with power hours after it starts. Sometimes it’s just pure luck that a magic wielder happens to be there to stop the chaos from unfolding.

But sometimes no one is there in time.

And sometimes innocent people are caught up in it.

That is the story I bring to you today.

Sugar... bread... milk... Am I missing anything? Momoka Murasaki shifted the small bag of groceries in her grip over to one arm, and began to rummage through her pockets to find the list she’d written that morning. Dull blue eyes drifted left to right as she mentally checked off each item on the scrap of paper, the low click-clack of her heels against the sidewalk the only other sound echoing throughout the busy streets.

Wait. Why was it so silent? Her eyebrow cocked in confusion as she looked away, tilting her head to the left and right to take in the sights and sounds. If there would have been any, anyway. It seemed so... eerily quiet. Slipping the list away, she muttered to herself. “Weird... this area is usually far more active...” It almost felt wrong for her own voice to be the only sound permeating the air. If she were an optimist, she would have figured that everyone was inside, or maybe she got lucky and had timed her visit to the market so well that she wasn’t going to be bothered by anyone on her way back home. 

No.. The air felt... just wrong. Heavy. Weighed down by a certain sense of dread and a terror so palpable she could probably cut it with a butter knife. Clutching her grocery bag more tightly, she took the next few steps to round the corner and- nearly ran into the shambling, withered, corpse-like body of a man on his last legs. Her eyes grew wide, surprise and the barest hint of horror coursed through her in the brief moment before the man fell at her feet, his body more a pile of ashen paper than a person. And further ahead was the tall, dark creature that she recognized as the only one capable of doing it. 

Not only that, but a handful of other dark, misty creatures were crouched over other collapsed heaps- some that looked distinctly like the store clerks and passerbies she would have normally encountered on her walk home from the market.  

Of course she knew what those creatures were. Monsters. Fiendish beasts from some other dimension that treated her world like a playground and humanity like toys. Or an all you can eat buffet. Now that image made her shiver. Wasn’t it the job of Summoners and other magic users to take care of them? 

Where were they, anyway?

It wasn’t like she had much time to ask, as the one who had presumably drained the man in front of her had set its gleaming red eyes on her. 

Run. A primal fear rose up inside her as she felt more than saw the being stalking up behind her. Her body acted on its own, instinct driving her to turn in the exact opposite direction and run like hell. Run. Morbid curiosity dared her to look back, but common sense kept her focus on the road ahead, her arms clenched tight around her bag of food like a child might hug a teddy bear. Run. Try as hard as she could to keep her composure, her heavy panting and gasps for air made her dulled features turn closer and closer to panic. Darting past a parked car, she happened to catch the barest glimpse of the beast on her heels- and that small distraction was all she needed to misstep, her heel getting stuck in a crack in the street and snapping, causing her to fall forward and skid across the ground, her grocery bag smashing against the road right by her head. 

Tch... She winced in pain, her head throbbing with the worst of headaches. She felt some sort of fluid drip down her and into her mouth, the distinct taste of copper and dull pain throbbing through her face telling her she must’ve broken her nose when she’d struck the ground. She felt the same wetness soaking her sore and battered arm, but a cursory glance as she staggered to her feet showed her it was nothing more than the milk bottle- shattered and spilled all over her. Her addled, pained head must’ve turned to sarcasm as a last defense, as the first thought that entered her mind was, Well they do say not to cry over spilled- 

A dark, inhumanly cold hand pierced through her breast, a sharp scream cut off as a gasp by lack of air. All semblance of thought vanished in that instant, replaced only by searing, aching pain. It was like every molecule of her body was screaming out in agony, her body twitching as it was lifted several inches off the ground. Blood obscured by dark blast mist spat from her wound the sight alone making her want to gag- no, wait. More than gag. Dry heave. Aaand yup. Vomit. Right on the road. A goopy mess of blood and whatever she’d had for breakfast. In her present circumstances, she didn’t bother to remember.  

She could feel its cold, sticky breath on her neck, all sense of calm and logic slowly deteriorating as she quickly considered the fact that it was very, very possible that she was mere moments away from dying. Long, slow, labored breaths made her chest heave up and down as she felt the creature’s sharp teeth almost delicately pierce her pale neck, a single, solitary thought began rising up form the back of her mind- I don’t want to die... As the life began to fade from her body, her flesh withering like old dirty paper, she heaved and wretched again, spitting out more blood than before. The color drained from her face- soon she would be just like the man that had collapsed at her feet moments before. But that one, small thought grew even stronger, until it filled every inch of her being, like a prayer to the heavens, as her sight threatened to fade to black.

I DON’T WANT TO DIE!

***

A weapon faded from the tall man’s hand as he glanced around, lips pursed in a somber from as his gaze drifted over the mangled bodies of those his group hadn’t been able to save. “That’s the last of them,” he muttered, continuing his sweep of the carnage. If only they’d arrived sooner. Maybe they could have saved everyone here. Maybe they could have- 

A small gasp caught in his throat. Looking back out of the corner of his eye toward one of his subordinates, he pointed toward the girl the Vampyre had been feasting on. It was faint, and it may just be his senses tricking him, but he thought he felt the barest hint of life still in this woman.  “Scan her.” Sharp eyes continued gazing across the horizon, on high alert. Attacks like this rarely left survivors. Whether that girl was alive or not would be crucial in deciding his next move. Even if the chances of her survival were practically zero.

The other man nodded and held his hands over her, a dim green light washing over her body like a laser light tracing over her body. The man’s eyes grew wide as he cocked his head back to the pink haired one. “She’s still breathing! Sir, she’s in critical condition. I can stabilize her, but she’ll die if we don’t do something soon. What do you want us to do?”

Damn... This was going to make things more difficult. But he had to give the girl some respect. Most people, even magic users, would be dead after that type of damage. “Ahh geez... Alright. Bring her with us.”

“Aye, Agate-sama.”

[summoningcxrcle]

Faceclaim: Bridget (Guilty Gear)

Send me a FaceClaim …And I’ll make up a CHARACTER on the spot. Whether it be an OC or NPC or PAIRING CHILD.

Well. Whatever happens, it’s under the cut. 

Name: Hikari Alvis

Gender: Male. Appears very female.

Age: 17

Information: 

Hikari is the first male in a long line of priestesses to be born with the holy power passed through their line. His mother is descended from Scandinavian Vikings, particularly a tribe that worshiped the All-Father, Odin. Ironically its her maiden name that he carries, as opposed to his father’s name. His father? Just a toy maker from Japan. Perhaps that’s where Hikari gets his tendency to use strange things as weapons. But hey, it works. As much as his mother relies on him to continue the family business, he really does seem close to his father. While his mother taught him how to fight, his father taught him to have fun while working- not to mention he gained considerable dexterity from building toys with his father. Proves useful when he ends up weaponizing yoyos.    

As for his very feminine appearance, Hikari finds it absolutely hilarious. He even plays it up, keeping his voice high pitched and feminine so he can trick people into believing he’s really a girl. Keeps people underestimating him. Even moreso when he pulls out a toy instead of a weapon. Let’s him flex that creativity muscle, after all. Manipulation takes a lot of thought and is far more fun than just playing any situation straight. Much more fun. Guess you could call him Chaotic Neutral, despite his bright color scheme and clerical appearance. But hey, he has this holy power, right? Dark Aetherians like holy energy about as much as people like getting stabbed in the gut. Besides, it’s really funny when he bashes evil creatures with teddy bears or slices up monsters with yoyo strings. 

Hikari’s brand of holy magic essentially allows him to enchant anything he touches with holy power, making it very effective against creatures of darkness like Dark Aetherians or undead or other such creepy jeepies. Which now comes to the elephant in the room- or the massive handcuff he wears around his waist like a belt that doesn’t connect to his body at all. It’s actually a heavy weapon that his father helped him make. Why is it a handcuff? Because that’s the last thing you’re thinking about when it smashes you in the face- not thinking about how to dodge it. It also contains a hidden blade, which would essentially classify this weapon as a ringblade. The weapon itself isn’t anything special aside from the craftsmanship, so all of its power comes from the light energy imbued within it. Just another weird weapon in his arsenal of yoyos, cymbal monkeys, cowboy dolls, dinosaurs, spacemen- basically any kind of toy. Whatever he decides to imbue his power with can become a very dangerous weapon for the foolish foe who underestimates him. 

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@summoningcxrcle

“Scuse’ me madam.” Akiko said to the lavender haired beauty who had brushed past him with the ferocity of a blizzard. “Would you not be interested in resting your wary legs and perhaps visiting the shrine that stands just at the top of this hill? Perhaps such a place can help with those demons you’re dealing with.” 

“Or maybe you’d like to instead spend some time with me. Either way, you’ll be in for a delightful experience. I can assure you of that.” 

[summoningcxrcle]

“Hmm?” It had to be one of the most nonchalant grunts anyone could make. Normally, when a stranger suddenly speaks up to someone, the average person would flinch or at least look around before settling their gaze on the speaker. The lavender haired girl looked bored more than anything, gaze immediately turning to the source- a young man, who she could objectively say looked fairly attractive. His tone seemed... odd, to say the least. Why would anyone think she had personal demons?

Besides, she had a very tight schedule, and she needed to get back in time for-

Her phone booped, and she held up her finger for a moment to look at the text, which read, Clan meeting canceled, Cousin Kanna is sick and won’t be able to present. Your afternoon is free. There was the briefest flash in her eye of emotion, though it was quickly covered once again by her almost lifeless blank, sleepy stare. For a moment, she was very displeased with Kanna, only to remember that her tight schedule did account for potential sick times. 

What it didn’t do was tell her what her plans were for this afternoon. And considering she hated having free time without anything important to do...

“I suppose visiting a shrine would be nice.”

[summoningcxrcle]

Just a little post to introduce my muse.

[summoningcxrcle]

Update

Two new muses are joining the blog soon~. Expect them to be finalized by the end of this week. Probably next few days or even by tonight if I can.