#homunculusrune

[dimittere]

the island is cold and alone and desolate. overgrown vegetation trod underfoot, he looks out of place in the hollow and industrial facility. dragging feet through the brush like a WRAITH, a snap of his robe as he walks, ghostly. high alert, naturally, for having his power stripped away, he is no fool. no man bowed and bent and broken. the godhood grasped by his hands may be weakened, but NEVER gone, and he'd not let some shambling beast steal it from him. tapered ears flick, his hearing better than most, signaling even the QUIETEST of sounds. a twig snaps, hands gripping his weapon in a tight hold ( a steel rod snapped and misshapen in his UNFORGIVING hands ) as he moves, turning ever slowly around the corner of the building.

to his eyes, he sees a familiarity between that creature and the ones he's slain in this place. no head like any human or human-like race he's seen, FLICKERING like a bubble's cursed flame. ganondorf tilts his head to one side, only just sparing a single question. ❝are you from spirale?❞ blunt, but hopefully effective; he cares not for courtesies when courtesies could separate skull from body with FRIGHTENING ease.

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[schoollivingpresident]

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Is it bad that this is almost more comfortable for her than her time spent in the strange city she’s been whisked to? Yuuri doesn’t know--she doesn’t know a lot of things, but she knows that she’s so used to having to survive, having to fight just to make sure she’s alive, managing supplies and managing people and managing herself--

(She’s definitely having a bit of a breakdown. But it’s not like she decided to come here on purpose.)

The monsters in this place aren’t like the zombies she’s used to--they don’t seem like they were ever human at all (at least, most of them). But she knows that they’re mindless, and she knows that they’re ready to kill her and anyone else who’s been brought here without a second thought. She’d been told before--people can’t die in Spirale--but this isn’t Spirale, is it?

As she darts into a room after making sure the coast is clear, she sighs, shutting the door. When she turns around, though, she realizes that the room, in fact, isn’t empty--there’s a humanoid figure standing in there, shuffling through one of the cabinets, and the fact that it’s not a human is enough for her to draw the kitchen knife she’d kept on her from her new home. But perhaps it won’t notice her--perhaps she shut the door quietly enough not to alert it to her presence.

[courageousguise]

@homunculusrune​

‘Oh, be careful of the swamp. It can be all wet and yucky.’ 

Link had slipped on the deku mask with the intent to do a little bit of exploring- but he could also understand why a tiny little deku scrub would be... not super convincing as a warning. Not that his usual self was too convincing either, considering he was only ten... but oh well. Now, the occasional skeletons popping up probably would’ve been a far more important warning to give... but it wasn’t on his mind at the time. Oh well.

[patiencethin]

|| Send 🥜 to flick peanuts at my muse || Accepting

@homunculusrune​ ASKED: 🥜 where did he even get peanuts. it's a mystery for the ages.

   The peanut plinks off his forehead and he barely even blinks at the impact. 

@anglerfishnabe​​ ASKED: 🥜🥜

   Oh shit here comes a whole handful. The lingering salt is leaving crumbs on his jacket which he quickly brushes off.

   Okay now this is just getting silly. Where are these peanuts coming from?

@losingmyjustice​ ASKED: fight me 🥜

“// Ｔｈｅ  ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ  ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔａｔｉｏｎ  ｉｓ  ｉｎｔｅｎｄｅｄ  ｆｏｒ  ｍａｔｕｒｅ  ａｕｄｉｅｎｃｅｓ．  Ｖｉｅｗｅｒ  ｄｉｓｃｒｅｔｉｏｎ  ｉｓ  ａｄｖｉｓｅｄ. //”

[rainonglass]

     There is a complicated knot of feelings in Quirrel’s chest as he regards Yesteryear.

     Until recently, a place like this would excite him. So many mysteries, so much to ponder over and explore - and still he feels some of that familiar fascination. There is another thread in the tangle, though... something more forlorn. Perhaps it’s the dark in the sky, signaling nightfall.

     It’s as good a spot to sleep as any. A place like this, somewhere the Stars didn’t see fit to reconstruct, could be a valuable source of information. He finds a well-covered nook against a ruined shack and makes himself comfortable among the grass.

     ...

     He is awoken by the sound of footsteps.

     Quirrel sits up, immediately grabs for a weapon - at first out of reflex, and then genuine concern. Though Spirale is mostly a peaceful place, he’s heard plenty of violent crime, especially recently - or perhaps this is some trick from the Stars, another attack on the public? Maybe some guardian of these ruins dispatched against him?

     These thoughts race through his head as he takes up a fallen branch and stands to face his fellow explorer - keeping his posture relaxed, but still attentive.

@homunculusrune

[redlichbluelich]

redlichbluelich:

"i just want to help."

@homunculusrune​:

|| What about this strikes you as I need help?

...It would probably be a better rebuttal if it was not hastily texted one-handed while the other arm and a fair amount of his torso weren’t wedged inside of a vending machine.

He probably shouldn’t have gone pauldron-side first. Or, still wearing armor. That was really half his problem there.

Barry looks down at the fellow stuck in the vending machine. With the indignance of the response, it’s increasingly clear that he’s probably not in any danger or even pain, so it’s hard not to be amused at the predicament.

...Also, Barry’s really interested in whatever this guy is. It looks like his head is fire, but everything else seems like a pretty regular humanoid as far as he can see. Hmm.

“...Well, I’ll be right here if you get bored of being stuck. I can help ya get that pauldron unlatched--might be easier to get that and you out separately.”

“Were you out of money or are you, uh, not familiar with vending machines? I can just spot you a few bucks.”

[breath-of-stone]

❀

“headcanon free for all”

— “What does your muse’s daily routine look like?”

Since coming to isola radiale it’s obviously changed a bit lmao! Previously his routine could be very sporadic considering demons are almost exclusively active at night, so his sleep schedule and everything was a little wack.

Presently he’s a very early-to-rise type, whether he goes to bed at a decent hour or not. Sometimes he stays out late just because it’s hard for him to settle down at times.

He has a lot of free time now which he’s Definitely not used to and doesn’t exactly Like! A lot of it he spends traveling around the Archimedes ward in order to learn its layout and where everything is; if there’s some kind of emergency, he doesn’t want to be at a loss as to where he should be going. More recently he’s been going into other wards as well, though he’s not likely to set foot in the Golden ward on his own. Way too much.

He also likes to hang around places that are more wilderness than anything else, as he finds them a lot easier to handle than busy streets. So he goes there every so often just to meditate & try unwinding. It’s only successful sometimes. He might try training but it’s hard without his weapon, and his routine was very particular back home. but maybe he’ll branch out soon

Though he might Show Up just about anywhere (within reason) Gyomei very frequently hangs back and just observes what’s going on in order to understand where he is better. Previously he did this just because he’s reclusive and doesn’t know how to let himself enjoy things, but now he’s got an actual excuse! Kind of!

[patiencethin]

And, returning the favor, Switcheroo! As far as traits and flaws: Prisoner is highly versatile and unexpectedly thoughtful, BUT, altogether too willing to gamble with his health and safety and does not take the greatest care of himself (a fair amount of his canon artwork features him with arrows just... sticking out of him)

|| Send “Switcharoo!” to have your muse redesigned into my muses’s universe || Not Accepting

NEW MASK UNLOCKED

PRISONER

TRUST NO BITCH - SURVIVE ONE MELEE HIT

A fugitive renowned for being slippery enough to have escaped from prison not once, not twice, but four times, he’s quite difficult to keep on a lock-down. Unfortunately for him, the Blessings are equally renowned in persistence for tracking their members. Keep refusing the demands of the calls, and he’ll soon learn that maybe staying in prison would have found him better off.