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A Peaceful Meeting... Mostly.
Robes sweep the floor, and the king takes their seat. "So. Clearly this meeting is important, you feel angry." Most would comment on the scent of anger, but it's nigh impossible for another to scent the anger under the positive aura unless they know Delphinium well.
"You know well why I am angry." Gold-tipped cape turns to gesturing wing, many eyes glaring golden into the king's darkness.
"Now, now, is that my fault? I am simply staking my claim over what I see fit to, dearest... Mm, what is that name you use... Larkspur." Its smile curls cruelly. It knows that isn't the right name. Neither is Delphinium, after all, but mortals aren't allowed to know of Aurous, Fallen Guardian of Positivity, alongside Alaric, Shattered Guardian of Negativity.
"Delphinium," sol corrects with a hiss, venom on solar tongue, long fingers curling into fists on the table. "You know better, and it is your fault. Are we not supposed to keep a balance, here?"
"Dear, dear..." Acacia shifts tongues, a low, discordant hum filling the room that only Delphinium can interpret. "The multiverse will sway and succumb to darkness as all does, as day does to night, as sparks fall silent, as flames consume themselves. This you must know for yourself, Aurous."
Four eyes narrow, lower wings lifting behind an already intimidating figure as a higher hum layers over the original sound, and the others in the room put their hands to their skulls as the air sings the broken, disfigured tune that once would have been soothing. "As night turns to day and shifting frees sparks to brighten flame, as darkness is fragile against light. There is always a balance, one cannot exist without the other."
With that they both fall silent, and in one seat a doodle shakes itself, lines wobbling before solidifying with a small 'pop!'. "Why try and hold a balance in a place like this? I mean, the multiverse is a mess, what is positivity and negativity anyway, it's all just a bunch of nonsense. And if you're gonna rattle my skull like that again leave me out of it, haha."
"Silence yourself, Doodleboy," snaps the king, gaze snapping to the now-steady lines of Artemis. "I wouldn't expect you to understand something so delicate."
"Mmm, suit yourself bossman," he shrugs, laughing and munching on his frozen paint snack.
"Don' understand how ya eat that," Corvid mutters, side-eyeing Artemis as a raven hops on his shoulder, wings fluttering lightly. Artemis shrugs, then takes a comically large bite out of it, much to Corvid's dismay.
"Anyway," Delphinium speaks up, drawing Acacia's attention again, "the balance should be maintained, and I'm going to have to ask that you stand down, lest another battle become necessary."
"Dream on, dearest Delphinium, and dreams they will remain. I will take as I please. Meeting adjourned. The Skeletal Syndicate will now take our leave, thank you." Dripping, rootlike appendages gather up the rest of the Syndicate, and with one last glance, Acacia and his team are gone.
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january 2026 - monthly art mail! corvid admirers where are youu
world building wed - corvid!
B A S I C S
full name: Wouldn’t you like to know? (It’s just Corvid. He doesn’t like to be called Sans.)
gender: It uhh. Sure does exist. (Masc-flavored)
sexuality: Demi-bisexual (demiromantic)
pronouns: he/him (or cor/vid if Corvid feels like it)
O T H E R S
family: Found family? Coworkers? Friends? Something like that. Acacia, Cinders, Vivienne, and Pyxis.
birthplace: Horrortale undisclosed timeline
job: The Skeletal Syndicate’s cook, scout, and spy.
phobias: starving, or those around him starving, or being hunted.
guilty pleasures: Excessively large and/or complex meals.
M O R A L S
morality alignment?: chaotic neutral
sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath
virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice
T H I S - O R - T H A T
introvert/extrovert: introvert
organized/disorganized: organized
close minded/open-minded: open-minded
calm/anxious: shifts
disagreeable/agreeable: agreeable
cautious/reckless: cautious
patient/impatient: patient
outspoken/reserved: reserved
leader/follower: leader
empathetic/unemphatic: empathetic
optimistic/pessimistic: optimistic
traditional/modern: N/A
hard-working/easygoing: easygoing
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
otp: Cinders/Corvid? The Skeletal Syndicate is a poly in the main five :’)
ot3: Acacia/Pyxis/Corvid. They’re soft.
brotp: Corvid/Myo
notp: Corvid/Art
“you attract what you fear” AHHHH crows bringing me shiny trinkets in exchange for breadcrumbs and birdseed! eek developing a rapport with my local crow population!
she [SQUAW] on my [CAW] til i [NEVERMORE]
Slicked with blood and lost as ever
This was written a while ago, but it’s one of my favorites I’ve done.