
oozey mess

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
NASA
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

if i look back, i am lost
Mike Driver
sheepfilms

blake kathryn
RMH
Cosmic Funnies
occasionally subtle
untitled
Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Keni
todays bird

PR's Tumblrdome
No title available
Jules of Nature
$LAYYYTER
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from Kenya

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Spain

seen from Uzbekistan
seen from Colombia
seen from Colombia
@thehollowlungs
Nicholas brushed a piece of lint off his shirt as he shifted his weight, standing outside the old building, staring towards the front entrance. His leather messenger bag felt heavy with the weight of responsibility that he was carrying, the belt wrapped carefully in a scarf and tucked away. Why the belt had landed in his hand, he questioned. Being the smartest man in the world often meant people came to him, bringing him things they couldn’t solve, expecting he would be able to crack the code. But Nicholas wasn’t one that dabbled within the supernatural. He preferred science, where hard facts meant things were more black and white. The supernatural was a grey area that he preferred to leave at an arms length. But the belt had come to him, and he felt he needed answers. When it came to magic and old artifacts, Nic knew there was one person who had an expert knowledge in the area, and conveniently he lived in Ceres. Swallowing his pride, he steps in through the doors of the old museum, shoes echoing against the floor. He hadn’t wanted to come here, but he knew he needed answers and at the end of the day, research took precedence over personal falling-outs. Following the directions the woman at the front desk had given him, he lets himself stand in the frame of the open office door. Knuckles rap quickly along the side of the door frame as eyes meet the other mans.
“Hello Tiberius. It’s been a long time.”
@thehollowlungs
Slender fingers twitched as though to close the tome he had been scouring, refusing to do so, however, in the hopes that the approaching melody would soon sort itself out and detour to the more conventional areas of the museum. Lithe frame leaned against the edge of the lab table, brow furrowed, the curator seemed for all the world intent upon his study...and yet...he couldn't shut out the nagging pull at the corner of his concentration. Sighing a soft 'For god's sake, man' under his breath, the brunette brought a hand up to rub over wearied eyes before allowing them to resume their study. As though that could hope to clear the fog of the past from their sight. He may as well tried to plug his ears against the tune that wafted down the marble corridors of the museum for all the good it did him. Bugger. Like an old and familiar nursery rhyme to which the words had long since been forgot, the sound tugged at the edge of his attention – no, that wasn't quite right. It was steadier than that: undisguised in its layering of harmony, cello over piano, graceful in its precision but entirely unapologetic in its assurance of its own superiority. There was only one person to whom such a composition clung, constructed with the same mathematical precision as formula or proof.
“Nicholas. Gracing the humble museum with your presence, well, I am honoured.” He didn't spare his visitor a glance, knew it would annoy the man. Good. He had kept his tone dry, lightly barbed, disinterested...Yet, now that he was here there was something...distinctly odd about the way the sounds of his power played today. As if sharpened by a hungry northern wind, pressing, insistent – Ah. The slighter man tilted his head as he finally looked up, his attention drawn towards the leather case the other carried, “You have something for me, I take it – Pity. And here I had hoped this was one of your delightful social calls. I suppose I'll be needing to piece it back together after whatever you've put it through in your lab, shall I?”
Dust hung in the air tickling at Desmond’s nose as he stepped into the old building, eyes searching for his friend. He stuffs his hands into his pockets as slouches into his stance, head turning from side to side looking for Pax. The kid had told him to meet him there, and yet he was nowhere to be found. Shifting around, he found himself drawn towards old items, unable to keep his hands from touching everything in sight. The museum wasn’t much to hold his attention, but the light coming from a room at the end of the hall. Drawn towards anything more interesting than the antiques that the museum held, Des found himself peering through the doorway. Lips spread into a small smile when his gaze landed on a lean, dark-haired figure. Absently chewing on his thumb nail, he stares for a moment, head tilting, eyeing up the man like a hungry animal. “Looks like not everything in this place is old and boring.” He says, leaning his tall figure against the door frame, eyes scanning the man up and down. “Finally somethin’ decent to look at.”
@thehollowlungs
Tiberius was not what one might call an extrovert. He was not a man who enjoyed the impositions of another's company upon his time nor did he appreciate the existence of many people for its own sake. As a rule there were few people whose presence he tolerated, and fewer still who he actually liked. Still. Every once in the odd while a melody would separate itself out from the herd and wind its way into the backroom amongst the artefacts, twisting and turning through his mind like an earworm burrowing for a home. At such times he might even find himself drawn out of his study and compelled to interact, albeit briefly, with whoever or whatever was the cause for the new sound. This was not one such time.
No, no. This fell into that other category of times – the times when it felt like someone was marching into his space with a one man band, hammering away with increasing demand until he could feel it behind his eyes. And yet - and bloody yet – for whatever godforsaken reason he had chosen a job that required him to at least be civil to the miscreants who would sometimes wander into his domain. There was always the hope, however, that maybe if he ignored it....maybe, just maybe it would go away on its own...
The pitchy grate of Bethnal Green brogue shattered any hopes he had of that insistent melody drumming itself out of the museum. Eyes closing momentarily, he drew in a slow breath to steady himself before turning his gaze to the intruder. Lanky, cocky, lewdly undressing him with his eyes – brilliant. Returning the manuscript to its proper place on the shelf, the curator arched a brow at the younger brunette, dry sarcasm charring the tips of his words, “That work on all the boys, does it? The museum exit is back that way – wouldn't want you to be bored by the historical remnants of oh, say, the last few millennia. What's the achievement of humankind through the ages compared to a bad pickup line?” A scoff escaped him in the soft breath that trailed the question mark, the curator shaking his head as it did.
Christ, what he wouldn’t give to be allowed to smoke in here.
❤ Have they ever been in love?
“Never. Not once. Do people really still do that? Have the time for that? I certainly don’t.” Pausing as toys with the end of his cigarette, pushing the thoughts of his younger days with her aside with a shake of his head, grin turning wry, “No, sorry. Not even close.”
27. If you could give your abilities to one person for a day, who would it be?
“For one day? Something terribly irresponsible like a bullied teenager or bored housewife. Shake things up a bit - no one I know, of course, no one like Rina’s daughter who I’d be obligated to help if she opened a portal to the dark dimension and brought aliens raining down upon us. Might be quite nice actually, may have to look into that. ”
😢 Have they ever been cheated on by a partner?
“One - no, two times, actually. With each other, funnily enough. Sadly, after that they both contracted a scorching case of donovanosis from what I hear. A real bloody mess, literally.”
💫 Have they ever been hit/struck by a partner?
“Only when I’ve been asking for it - some might say begging, but that’s debatable. I had one girlfriend who was fond enough of it to make a career out of it afterwards. Changed her name to Charlotte for a touch of class. That matters to some people I suppose, being spanked by a lady rather than oh, say, a deli clerk. Nothing says money like a red arse from the headmistress - probably pay tuition rates too, the sods.”
🌙 Have they ever had a one night stand?
“Not as many as I ought to have - even counting that month at uni. Making time for relationships has never been my métier, then again, nor is making time for casual sex. Pity.”
Did you have to train or be educated to use your power?
“Both. Extensively. Well, perhaps not so much the clairvoyance, that’s more a matter of tuning it out than tuning in, isn’t it? And a lot of informal experimentation - there were a number of rituals performed that weren’t exactly standard. One or two may have been of my devising.”
What is one of your favorite ‘tricks’ you enjoy doing with your power
“Illusions are quite useful for conjuring copies of books and artefacts…and maybe persauding a few drunks to make out with burly mercenaries. Though there is that time I managed to fully mute the man with the sonic scream, that was satisfying.”
Have you ever hurt yourself with one of your abilities?
“With all of them, at some point. Certainly in my twenties, though that was with - well. I think we all know who that was with.” Smirk tugging at the corner of his lips around his inhale as remembersa few choicer reckless moments with Rina, “And I’ve got the scars to prove it.”
What is the hardest thing about having a special power?
Glancing up from lighting a fresh cigarette, “The shockingly limited job opportunities. I suppose I could always become the next Miss Cleo. Apart from that it would have to be forcing myself through all the mundane little tasks of city life. It’s not as though you lot make it particularly easy to deal with either - imagine the chaos if I used witchcraft in the supermarket or the bank to skip the queues? Sheer bloody panic.”
Have you ever been bullied, ostracized, or feared for being different?
“I went to an all boys school, I’m pretty sure that being little shits to each other was the main sport. Mmm…and there was that incident in France…still banned from that village, I believe - pity there were no pitchforks involved.”
Do your powers cause you any discomfort?
Smirking a bit incredulously, “Going for the low hanging fruit, are we, darling? Do I have adverse side effects? Yes, of couse I do - don’t we all? The occasional migraine, a cold here and there…the maladies that come with dealing with the masses. But that’s life, we live and learn - or so they say.”
Apart from being prone to illness in general, overuse of powers makes Tiberius fatigued and mildly narcoleptic, has caused him to cough up blood on more than one occasion, and nosebleeds are still a feature though less common than they once were.
Powers Listing
Mystical Specializations:
+ Planes Walking & Astral Projection
+ Dream Walking
+ Dimensional Portals & Pocket dimension creation
+ Mediumship
+ Exorcism
+ Telekinesis
+ Illusions
+ Unbinding and Spellcraft
Cosmic Clairvoyance & Frequency Manipulation:
+ Tiberius perceives individual powers, auras, and at times even emotions as melody in the back of his mind, a unique signature keyed to the user.
+ Able to perceive rifts and changes in the fabric of reality, time, and space, though this does not always occur as a melody, most often as other synesthetic responses.
+ Power amplification and muting is made possible through the manipulation of these frequencies
+ Empathy and veracity intuition come as side effects to this wide reaching clairvoyance - they are far more welcome than the more detrimental physical tolls his magic takes upon him.
TIBERIUS LEMIEUX, who strongly resembles BEN WHISHAW, has made Ceres Centropolis their home. They are a/an THIRTY-ONE year old WARLOCK/MUTANT and has been in the city for FOUR YEARS. They have been known to have SORCERY & COSMIC CLAIRVOYANCE. They are known to be FOCUSED & WITTY and BLUNT & IMPATIENT. If you’re lucky, you may catch them working at CERES MUSEUM OF ANTIQUITIES as anARTEFACT CURATOR and RIVER STYX as a PART TIME EMPLOYEE.
Third time’s the charm, look who gets an intro when Paxxy and Francis did not. Whoops.
+ The Lost Boy: Tiberius’s father died when he was five - young enough not to remember him, old enough to remember being told he wasn’t coming home. His mother remarried when he was six, died when he was eight, leaving him to the care of his adoptive father. There’s always been something of the orphan boy lingering beneath the depths, that loneliness that sticks to your shadow and disguises itself as independence over time. That sense of isolation only grew when he discovered his magical powers under the guidance of his grandmere.
+ The Curator: As a boy who daydreamed about his heritage, about all those little threads that weave into the present to make this, now, nothing calls to Tiberius more than the preservation of artefacts. In a moment of what might be called impetuousness, he gave up the offer of a career after completing his undergrad work to travel across the Atlantic to study antiquities. He now finds himself as head curator over the ever growing collection of artefacts at the CMA, many historical, some magical, all exceptional.
+ The Useless Employee: In his duties as part time employee at The River Styx - a job acquired for its magical perks and to keep his mind occupied when outside the museum - Tibby is somewhat less meticulous. Tiberius would much rather stick to his own studies than help often bumbling amatuers realign their chi or find the appropriate crystals to awaken their inner goddess. Playfully mischievous, there are days where misdirection and half truth are his allies in fielding the hazards of customer service, though if you’re lucky he’ll be too involved in his own reading to do anything but direct you to the appropriate section.
+The Dog with a Bone: Once Tiberius has latched hold of a problem, he refuses to let it go. Threaten him, bullshit him, beat him - there he’ll be. Prodding once again until he has found the answer to his inquiry. Relentlessly inquisitive, he can’t help but pull the thread - come what may. He has no patience for those who would obstruct his path, and his sharp tongue makes this known rather more often than it ought as he pushes and pushes to uncover the truth. Or, at least, the limits of his most recent fixation or puzzle.
+ The Hollow Lungs: The first thing you may notice about Tiberius is his quick wit, the playful sass or disgruntled sulk when things don’t go his way, the casually confident way he stands, hand in pocket, or perhaps his magical prowess or - no. These aren’t the first things. These are all things Tiberius focuses on to make up for what you see first: the slight, almost frail, frame that’s all too prone to fatigue and sickness. Nosebleeds, migraines, the occasional coughing up of blood - which is certainly helped by his rampant chain smoking - mild nartcolepsy, etc. The price of mastering mysticism and the bonus of the slight chip on his shoulder that’s at odds with all that genuine groundedness.
+ Hobbies: Knitting, composition, crosswords, reading spy novels
+Talents: Violin, linguistics, card counting, gambling, sleight of hand (ironically enough)
+ Traits: Scrappy, stubborn, inquisitive, playful, mischievous, introvert who plays like an extrovert, blunt but can play with words, focused, driven, observant, confident, level headed, logical, competitive, intuitive, adaptive, problem solver, pattern finder, code breaker, secretive
+ Habits: Smoking, shuffling cards (tarot and otherwise), levitating objects, tangling fingers in hair, plays with coins, drums fingers
+ Mannerisms/Posture: Stands with hands in pockets - easy and languid - or else sprawls back a bit when sitting
+ Quirks: Cannot wear watches, constantly unconsciously taking them off
+ Familiar: N/A yet
+ Powers: See Powers Listing