"I belong here. Don't you understand that? I belong here." @murderinthemaking
Samael pushed his sketchbook in a higher branch than the one he sat on, maneuvering to hang upside down. "Oh yeah? You could get arrested for trespassing, you know. You actually, really do not belong here. Not even a little. Good try, though!" It laughed.
"It's all 'were you followed' until you slip up, huh? Oh but don't worry! I won't tell the groundskeeper." Even though he already knew, being that it was the Groundskeeper.
"Who'd you kill this time?" He asks as though they know each other, but they've never met before.
❝ You’re not smart. You’re not a scientist. You’re not a doctor. You’re not even a full-time employee. Where did your life go so wrong? (Samael at Illinois) @worldsbestadventurer
"Jones! There he is! Tell me - you're not smart, you're not a scientist, or a doctor, or even a full time employee anywhere! What happened? Where did it all go wrong?"
It looms over Illinois, but it doesn't mean to threaten. He just caught him at the studio, and wanted to talk.
"I was reading up on your trip to the underworld." He explains, slinging an arm around Jones. "It is fascinating. What do you do now?"
"One more board meeting, phone call, report, problem? I would have jumped right out the window
Samael can't help but laugh. One of the most overworked men he's ever cast his gaze on, and he thinks that it has it rough?
"Oh, you're funny. Very funny." He takes down his boards, shoving papers into binders that are falling apart. "You must be hear for that deal with the studio, hm? How's that going?" Samael already knows.
It sticks a straw into the coffee pot, picking it up and sipping it, unblinking eyes focused on Eric.
Finn stood outside of an eerie cabin in the woods, a small of curiosity playing at their lips as their eyes scanned the outside for any form of life. One of their sources had informed them that there was... something here.
The source hadn't specified much, only that there was a cryptid that resided here known as "The Scribe". An interesting title, of course, but it didn't give much information about the creature's identity or its intentions. At most, it hinted at a potential profession, and Finn doubted that this mysterious creature had a nine to five job.
Still... that was why Finn was involved. To investigate. They walked up to the door of the cabin, knocking on the old wood and enthusiastically waiting for a response.
- @lost-in-gardener
Finn Gardener knocked at the door.
Who the fuck is that?
The Scribe has a visitor. It was meant to meet today.
I love it when you don't tell me anything useful. No really, keep doing it.
The Scribe descended the stairs, blood dripping from its eyes and staining it's sleeves as it crawled, like an animal.
It answers the door with delicacy, its claws hard to use in such a way, but it manages.
Finn is greeted by the sight of a monster, 8 feet tall, standing. It was crouched before the door, tail curled around it neatly. It was blindfolded, covered in mushrooms, even on its lone horn.
Hello, today is the day! Well on the the days, in greece we have a thing like Halloween and this year it happened to fall a day before Gameathlon, the con I was originally going to cosplay you. So I decided to start the cosplay from today! Here are the pics
More pics coming tomorrow! This was so much fun to make!
THIS IS SO FUCKING SICK DUDE?? HOLY SHIT YES!!! YES!!!!!!!!
In the 1920s, films were just taking off, and motion pictures were the place to be for young Mr. Samael Scriven. His first day as a writer, he was gifted a Typewriter from an uncle...
But he didn't have family, and what he was writing was coming true. He pulled the strings, now.
Characters:
Samael, the Screenwriter. (he/it, explosive temperament, manic, creative.)
Samael is eccentric, often erratic and quick to thinking morbidly. An OSDD-1b system host with at least one other known alter.
Partner to the new Apollo, he shares deityship with them to ensure they would live eternally together, the powers unfortunately exploited under the Serpent's influence.
When Samael was killed by his own character, the Serpent was dislodged within him, and he wants it back.
The Scribe. (It, calm, collected, quiet).
The Scribe began to front more after Samael died, setting forth to right the wrongs he made. Its eye sockets bleed eternally, eyes lost in what it describes as divine punishment.
It is often quick to reign Samael in and keep him from succeeding in the frayed plans he desperately wants to fulfill.
Semi Literate,
My Roleplay Rules:
Talk to me if you're going to try serious harm, controlling, or otherwise altering their state.
I am probably not going to do anything romantic with anyone besides my partner, Apollo but you can flirt with me
Give me a head's up before doing paranoia inducing shit please.
