#osaviour

[aryalaenkha-a]

@twotonedechoes & @osaviour | SEND ✎ AND I’LL DRAW OUR MUSES TOGETHER

✎ !!! ✎ [ I'm just a wee gremlin but I am so here for this :D ]

[fatedefying]

unironically uwus at @osaviour​. “pwease spare me emet-sewch. ;w; smol catboi isn’t used to big, meaty ascwian meat. don’t bweak mai cwystal parts.”

[musesbyarya-a]

"Hey! That sounds like fun! Especially if it annoys Hades!"

Hythlodaeus turned to Emet-Selch with a gentle chuckle. "Mlem!"

[twotonedechoes]

@osaviour​ has been found! 

The dreams had woken her, once again. They came more frequently these days, tho they made no more sense for the greater number of occurrences. Mighty, curling spires, reaching to an endless sky alight with stars that seemed to glow too brightly, streets that rang with the sounds of distant voices, the wind carrying words of a language that even with the Echo she could not discern the meaning of. 

It was equal parts alluring and frustrating. There was a strange nostalgia in the visions, and yet always an implacable feeling of searching, as if she had lost something within the sprawling metropolis, something dear, that she desperately yearned to find. 

Makara sighed, shaking her head as if to clear away the fog of the vision that remained. She had left her room in the Pendants behind, seeking out the quiet stillness of the night instead. A bit of a walk, just something to calm her nerves, and to put the phantom images from her mind. 

It was a true pity then that it seemed even now she could not find a blessed moment alone. Her ear flicked in annoyance as she leaned heavy against the railing of the skywalk above the Musica Universalis. There was no one in sight, and yet she trusted her senses too well to believe appearances alone. 

“You may as well come out, you know,” she called to the man within the shadows. “It’s extremely off-putting, being watched like that.” 

[machinesandman]

osaviour started following you

Shaska has engaged in nervous chuckling and sweating. 

There is not enough coffee in the world for this. 

[therionizcd-archive]

@osaviour is getting the side eye

“What is your obsession with the word ‘Calamity’?” That particular swagger he carried about him was all too reminiscent of a certain colorful witch... 

“Just talking to you is pissing me off...”

[zodiaerc]

@osaviour

     ‘ Emet, may I have a word with you. Just in general. ’

[lcvcillcur-a]

@osaviour

"If you even get near me with one of those glorified sets of curtains and a corset, I will personally see to it that your head is served on a silver platter to the Exarch for High Tea!"