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[pelagaios-a]

the time has come... for dnd me → @ardenssolis → @springspoken → @ulmash → @warcrowned

-  (  ♆  )  ———  Very happily sitting in the garden  (  walls a careful, open, obstruction between the flower beds outside and the library within  )  amongst the others.  Cheerful laughter ringing with words shared; past experiences bringing about a modge podge of personalities.  If he was honest, this was not anything expected.

He thought these were things long left behind.

Fingers weaving small flowers into shorter braids surrounding the warlocks face.  White strands much softer then you’d think  (  then again, it looks the part  )  as the others sat scattered about in kind.  Perhaps this place wouldn’t be to bad after all.

[marsarrim-a]

// @ulmash replied to your post: Somewhere, Gil is lowkey combusting from how cute Ur-Nungal is but he also has to maintain his aloofness

                                           “ ......... !!!”           just let it happen. hug the tiny prince. combust because your           child is actual sunshine that adores you.

[groazei-arc-blog]

     “ Was that a threat directed at me? Of all people? “      Mockery was littered within those words as the King of Kill only smirked at the mere audacity the golden sun had. A quiet mockery of the man dressed in the dark of the night. Alucard merely awaits for them to speak, giving them a chance to explain themselves. | | @ulmash

[mothersins]

█ ▌┆❤ @ulmash​

           She exudes and intense aura of misery. Swallow her up in agony, defile her with depression, tainted with sin. Such a glum girl wallows in pity unable to escape the hardships in which she brings upon herself. Every dying, ever living, a vicious cycle between the waking world and a reality behind the frames.  Parasitic abomination monstrous in their own right, she pleads with the gods speaking in blasphemous tones all while lies pour from her lips like the blood she spills. Raven haired girl petite, scandalous figure brings about stares, ogling her from afar and discomfort to her being. Despite the horrid life she leads she claims it to be mundane. Something that was normal, something that would never change, fluctuate, or warp into anything else.

           She knows she’s wrong, the parasite, she knows it all too well. Anri could wield her bladed heart masterfully. No love came from her own, no way to show affections besides that of slashes and gashes across the skin, swelling and stinging and singing manically. She would wield her heart, holding Saika in her hand at the ready, eyes become serious and half lidded as a crimson gleam eerily radiates from her irises. NO GOD OR MAN NOR HEATHEN OR SAINT would challenge this life of hers. She wanted to stay this way, with this fleeting happiness.

           Anri stood her ground, katana raised before her as if to strike but it was held there in caution. INHUMAN BEINGS just like her but much more powerful and old beyond her years. Lips curled into a tight frown before she began to speak. ❝I have no intentions of doing anything to you, but I also have no intentions of letting you leave so soon.❞ The waver in her voice was not evident in this moment. She spoke calmly with a harshness in what would usually be a sweet warble. ❝ Someone like yourself...what would you be doing in a city like this? ❞

[wargod-archive]

@ulmash ALL SUNS WITHER AWAY EVENTUALLY  ✧・ﾟ: *✧

           AS OLD AS A BLAZING STAR, it wilts and extinguishes itself. But bursting to life again, stubbornly, as not to be forgotten. Still young but with an old soul, possibly one of the youngest divinities to walk the world hellbent on becoming a GOD OF THEIR NEW WORLD. The motherland’s grasp on them is continuous as they step forwards into a new dawn. They were still so YOUNG but still ethereal and bright. But at times they wonder if that light is really there, and if they are faking it.   ❛   Wisdom comes with age right? I am still like a child compared to you~   ❜   Arita laughed.   ❛   I like to think myself as WISE. Share with me the most cherished piece of wisdom and i will share mine.   ❜

[pelagaios-a]

@ulmash  ╱  ♡. 

-  (  ♆  )  ———  Percy offered the other a curious look.  Head canted, quiet hum.  Sometimes the demigod forgot that words all to known  (  habit  )  for him were not commonplace among the faces that roamed the halls.  Random mish mash of dialogue strung together in faced paced, jagged structure.  Often, his words were offered up without much thought.  Phrases whos meaning was lost outside his time.  ❝  It’s uuuh...  reference to a vine  ??  they’re these like, video things in my time.  ❞  Internal cringing to accompany stumbled words.  ❝  I do actually know how to read, and I’m also not nineteen.  ❞

[ardenssolis]

liked for a Master verse starter || @ulmash

     FROM BUT A GLANCE, Ramses had already known that the Servant he had called forth from the Throne would be…difficult. The way he had appeared with that proud aura radiating from his being and golden armor gleaming in the moonlight had been more than enough indication that things might not go as smoothly as he would have liked. Many Magi might be beside themselves with absolute elation upon calling a Servant as powerful as this, for it seemed an easy victory was right in the palm of their hand now that they had the King of Heroes to do their bidding. He knew better, however. After all, he was a man just as proud. 

     Commanding Gilgamesh would be impossible.

     Leaning over the other man, he looked down at his face thoughtfully before he spoke. There was no indication of unease to be discerned. Just a slight curiosity as gold peered into bright red. ❝Are you not bored, Archer? I imagine drinking wine and lying on a couch must be a rather dull way to pass the time. Are you not the least bit interested in exploring?❞

[pelagaios-a]

casually tosses him a key to the Gate of Babylon because he earned it tbh

-  (  ♆  )  ———  Sea green meets crimson with a curious tilt  (  strands of hair partially obscuring  ).  Catching the object, slow recognition  —  comprehension of what exactly he had been handed  —  causing eyes blow wide.  ❝  But this is  !!  you just…❞  Choked off surprised noise.  Fingers running gently over the grooved pattern.  The demigod was no stranger to magic objects  (  weapons  )  crossing through his hands.  Messenger, deliverer, destroyer; he had been them all.  As is, so rarely had a gift been granted to him  (  Riptide, cursed blade resting in pocket.  sand dollar spent at the bottom of a river.  shield crumbled under too many blows  ).  And this  ??  the lofty voice of the blond had become a welcome noise  —  trusted.  A slow back and forth of weary minds reaching a common conclusion.  Ease of familiarity and understanding.  Percy knew what this gift meant  (  more then he should  ).  Voice gone a bit watery, quiet laugh.  ❝  Thank you.❞