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[tribulitas]

Tribulitas is a 18+ Fandomless OC Multimuse with over 50+ characters with various personalities! - [ Written & Drawn by Zero ]

From the good natured, to the down right evil, this blog is based around the Seven Deadly Sins and Seven Heavenly Virtues with key figures such as Lucifer, Asmodeus, Leviathan and much more having their own original take on them including an original lore extensive world that these characters belong to!

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[dismalice]

"What the--Who's there?" The icy man stops mid-song and waddles away from his karaoke stage to investigate the intrusion, only to be pleasantly surprised by the sight of a beautiful woman! It seems that, at some point during the day, he completely forgot that she was going to meet him here. Luckily, he does at least remember meeting her now.

"Big lady!" She actually came! He wasn't sure if she'd actually show up or not... which is probably why he ended up forgetting about their 'date' altogether until five seconds ago. "Sorry, I thought you were a feral snow owl. They keep making nests in here. Which is annoying, but hey, free eggs!"

Ice King lets out a jolly laugh that ends up sounding slightly evil, then abruptly stops as if he forgot what he was doing. Again. "You wanna get the penguin pancakes, or are you feelin' some karaoke first? I got all of Marceline's best stuff! She's my friend," he declares proudly, unaware of the fact that she's quite a bit more than just that. "She's like a musical genius or something!"

[tribulitas]

She's quiet for a moment when he actually greets her, eyes slowly blinking as she took in the surroundings with as much awareness as she could muster. Something just...didn't seem right at all here, and she does have to wonder if this man was an actual king or not. It's not as if she's exactly met any herself, but this was all so...silly.

Was the ruling of others fun? Did it really have to be serious at all? Or was this...okay?

She wanted it to be okay.

✥✧∘* "...I could do karaoke. Humans have always complimented me for my voice, whenever they did hear it." She admits as she seemingly floats closer to the stage. "...Then again, most of the humans have also fallen asleep as well. I've helped many dream easy, but--that's not the point of singing here, is it not?" She chuckles a little bit and shakes her head.

✥✧∘* "...Though, if you do fall asleep, I hope you won't mind resting on my lap. They've been compared to pillows before...!"

[dismalice]

Winter really isn't surprised by the request. Altair definitely seems the sort to be a bit full of himself. It's a little boring, but the monarch must oblige as promised. All it takes is a wave of the hand a will to create. In mere seconds, a chilled wind whips up a column of ice and snow, which settles itself into the familiar shape of the demon before him. He leaves it like that for a moment, letting Altair think that it might just be a fancy snowman... Then allows the breeze to breathe life into it. The snowy not-Altair gives the original a wide smile and a wave, either happy to be alive or merely expressing the will of its creator. It's impossible to tell which.

"Easily done!" The King chirps, satisfied with his creation despite its limitations. "I can't make all of your stars and heat, but translucent ice with solid specks of colour can go a long way in conveying the spirit of a distant sky. Would you like our little friend to do something? He will happily obey you!"

[tribulitas]

Impressive! It was certainly impressive! Altair looked quite amazed at how his copy seemed to be so full of life! Wasn't anything close to the original of course, but he did seem to get a rather interesting look on his face, hands twitching as he stepped closer, giving Winter a smile that smelled of trouble.

✥✧∘* "Would our little friend mind being melted?" He asks, flicking a flame in his hand to judge how Winter and his fake ice self would react. It was hard to tell if he was joking or not.

[dismalice]

"Is that how you wish to be known?" Meredith asks with the raise of an eyebrow. That's certainly not the vibe she's been getting from him this entire time. Someone who dresses and acts like this should normally be quite concerned with their individuality. Perhaps this person is far more boring than they thought he would be. Or he's just confused.

"You tell me to ask my questions, yet you also tell me that you won't answer them here. You tell me that you're unlike everyone else in this realm, yet you behave as if I should recognize you for your relation to your ruler. You are a difficult person to pin down." Is he being intentionally obtuse? They hope so. The alternative isn't very flattering.

"I feel that if I were to ask you about the nature of your relation to your ruler as you have indicated, you would once again refuse to elaborate. If you don't wish for me to treat you as a tourist does, you will have to be willing to answer more than simple surface-level questions. If you don't wish to speak of deeper things, why allow me to follow you here?" Haven't they been clear about what they're after?

[tribulitas]

✥✧∘* "It's not rocket science, my guy." He shoves the plate aside and picks at this teeth, eye looking at the window instead of them, attention lingering at the family walking by for a moment.

✥✧∘* "You're askin' one of his demons, how he feels about this fuckin' place. And guess what? It's not gonna be real favorable. So of course these bitches are gonna be annoyed 'bout that, cause how dare I disrespect their home, and how dare I act like I'm sooo above them." He scoffs, and on cue, that gets people to toss him a sour look, whispering amongst themselves, but he doesn't really seem to care.

✥✧∘* "Sides, I ain't fuckin' 'allow' you to do shit. You can walk wherever the fuck you wanted to walk, and yet you stuck with me anyways." Turning his attention back to her again now that the family passed, he leans back on the seat, making it creak. "Which is fuckin' weird by the way. Makes me think you're only stickin' 'round so much cause you said I was hot." He laughs.

[dismalice]

Meredith watches the Satinium as he places his order, impressed by how quickly the food arrives. They have been in these realms for a good while, but the technology still manages to fascinate them. They are rarely interested in using these modern conveniences for themself, but their mere existence is a marvel.

"I do know that much," Meredith replies, internally disappointed by the lack of cooperation from this difficult Satinium. No need to get upset at him, though. Perhaps there is a reason for this to be all that he is comfortable saying in public. It would not surprise them to find that to be the case. Perhaps those in Envy are not at all hospitable toward those who choose to be different. They know that many other places across the realms certainly aren't. "But thank you anyway."

Things aren't going particularly well, are they?

"We could certainly speak privately at another time, if you would be willing. Personally, I think they should mind their own business, lest someone make them regret their eavesdropping... But I do hope that I am not causing trouble for you by asking these questions."

[tribulitas]

He's almost tempted to take their idea and make it a reality, but there was no actual need to start fighting in someone's place of business right now. He didn't really want to get kicked out, so he decided to focus on the answer that they gave, his expression matching their flatness.

✥✧∘* "You know that much, yet completely miss out on the fact that you're speakin' to one of his marked Satinium? Really?" Talk about bare minimum of research. They already made it clear that they spoke to him for his youth, and not the usual reason after all. "There ain't gonna be no next time. You ask whatever shit you wanna right now, then we can move on." Cause what did he look like talking to her again past this point? It was like he was interacting with a stoic brick wall. He was bored as fuck.

[phantasmaia]

Hours passed during which extensive effort had been poured into dolling herself up for the handsome gentleman who had entered her life days prior. Excitement bubbled within her as the clock ticked closer to 7PM -- she'd never looked forward more to anything in so long; this was a date in which she didn't have to keep up a persona, where she could be herself.

When the door opens, it reveals a now slightly taller Satinium, thanks to the new high heels she'd donned. Her hair noticeably trimmed down to a more manageable size that shouldn't get in the way. Her attire simple yet striking; a short, bright yellow dress hugged her curves, the barest hint of thigh revealed through a small slit -- and to go with it, a matching bracelet hanging from her right wrist.

The look was finished off with the lightest of makeup, a dusting of white, glittery eyeshadow to complement her sugary freckles.

"Hello, Eloi~♪!!" She greets him ever so enthusiastically in a sing-songy voice, not-so-subtly showing off with a hand upon a cocked hip as her tail wagged behind her.

[tribulitas]

Even though his eyes were covered, it was obvious from the way his lips slightly parted that he was staring at her, not quite reacting to her greeting before snapping out of it with a clearing of his throat.

While he didn't exactly show up in a suit, he decided to wear a nice white and yellow vest fit to go against the yellow that he assumed she would wear based on her attire from before, wanting to match her energy with going with something lighter against his usual warm tones.

ꕥ✧∘* "...Heh, sorry I didn't go with a suit. I figured it might be a little too...fancy for where we're going, so I went with this." He spreads his arms open a bit--and the fabric hugs against obvious muscles, but doesn't strain themselves in it. "You ready to go? You look beautiful by the way." He says, finally complimenting her with a shy little look, offering her his hand.

[phantasmaia]

They stood up as soon as the portal appeared, only to find themself captivated by his sheer beauty — stars above, he’s gorgeous.

Eyes linger upon him as they take in his stunning appearance, a soundless ‘wow’ escaping their mouth. Only right before he speaks do they snap out of their trance, shaking their head as they smooth down their dress before approaching him.

‘Decent’ was as far as a compliment they were going to get from him, and he seems interested. Good, good — they didn’t fumble the first impression of this ‘date’.

“Thank you, your royal radiance!” Vail replies in Helixian as they slide up beside Leviathan, offering an arm for him to link with. Honestly, they don’t expect him to take it — but might as well behave naturally, as they would any other date. Interestingly, they found it much easier to loosen up around him outside of his palace.

“Let’s go, I reserved a lovely little spot!”

[tribulitas]

He doesn't take the arm of course, but he does look rather amused that they even tried it with him. He sticks his nose up, and instead crosses his arms, more then aware of the many eyes that kept lingering upon his form, but he didn't mind any of it.

He was royalty, walking in another's section as he was meant to be there---neverminded that it belonged to his ex. It was something he didn't need to show on his face, less alone to the partner of his favorite subject. It just wasn't the time for /that/ sort of drama.

He doesn't reply further to them, and instead just walks forward, following them to whatever spot that they had in mind.

Let's get this over with.

[dismalice]

"Hmph! Rude!" Winter huffs. Altair's comments are not entirely appreciated, but his scolding (and his exaggerated expression of offense) is mostly in jest. It doesn't surprise him that ice isn't exactly Altair's thing. He's a man of warm temperatures and stars; ice is probably underwhelming to him. "You've barely even seen the entrance! Don't judge it yet!"

Winter scampers over to his absurdly tall throne which is definitely not compensating for anything, and sits himself right down where he belongs. His usual servants are curiously absent, leaving the two of them alone in the iridescent room. With crossed legs and tinted fingers, he watches Altair closely. "What would you like to see? I can do just about anything."

[tribulitas]

Was it rude? Yes. Did he care? No. He just brushes past the comment and follows the wintery twink with interest, humming a little as his hands starts to idly run through his hair, keeping his hands occupied as he thought of what he wanted the man to show off.

✥✧∘* "Create an ice version of me! I want to see what I look like dazzled in magic ice!" He grins, excited for what he was potentially about to witness.

[dismalice]

"How interesting!" It's not a lie--this is some juicy information to have--but Alastor is already familiar with the concept of parallel worlds. He's never been to one (at least not to his knowledge), but he has summoned things from them on many an occasion. He's quite certain he didn't summon Altair unless he somehow did so on accident, so that's probably not how he ended up here... Perhaps he just visited on a whim of his own volition. The eldritch has proven himself to be rather powerful, after all. It's been a while since Alastor was so effortlessly defeated in a one-on-one conflict. That kind of power is very alluring...

"I'm aware of alternative worlds," Alastor continues, "You having come from one certainly makes quite a bit of sense! You're unlike any demon I've ever met here. I'm honoured to be the one to introduce our humble plane of existence to you!" He's certain he's made a good impression, and hopes that Cannibal Town will be to Altair's tastes--pun intended. "Is your world very different from this one, then, or are you unique even there? You certainly seem the type to be a special sort anywhere you go!"

[tribulitas]

...Now that's exciting! The man wasn't unfamiliar with the concept, making him skip the more...complicated nuances of explaining, and getting right into the juicy bits instead!

✥✧∘* "Oh, it's VERY different indeed!" He exclaims. "Much more spacious! But then again, I also haven't seen much of anywhere else, so that's subject to change." He laughs, knowing he's likely missing out on so much more that this world had to offer.

✥✧∘* "But yes, I would say that I'm more...unique in the sense that I'm rarer to come by. You don't see many eldritch people running around, less one also mixed with the stars. I'd like to think that I'm quite famous!" He speaks proudly, beaming with obvious pride. "Not only for my looks, but for my power...! I'm a very strong Satinium, you see!" He speaks to him, as if they didn't fight when they first met.

✥✧∘* "I have my own city with lots of people living within there. Perhaps I could take you to see it one day?"

[shiningsilverarmor]

With this question, there was no struggle... but a clear answer with a small smile,

"I don't think I wish to." he said it so casually without a second thought,

"It is unfortune how I became the mech I am now and was so close to death itself, but at the same time maybe... this is the life I am meant for. Maybe-- I was meant to be Silverblade; a whole new chapter for I to lead myself towards my spark-filled desires and dreams."

Even meaning his life starting anew with his new master here, creating as many new chapters to his story. Thus, his spark aglow into a brilliant shine just to show how true his feeling was and his alone... his choice.

"You shalt help I with my new chapter, yes?"

@tribulitas

[tribulitas]

He would be lying if he said that answer didn't manage to disappoint him. He has always been a nosy individual, prying into people's lives--their thoughts, as if their souls didn't offer him enough. He liked to pick people apart, look inside of them in more ways than one, and to have such blockage--one that he didn't place upon them was a rather annoying hinderance.

He didn't like it.

✥✧∘* "Of course." He replies, as if he didn't disappoint him. The other may not want to know of his past, but that didn't mean that Leviathan had to accept that. "Though, this does make me curious on one thing..." He taps on the area near the core, not letting that casual slip up go by.

✥✧∘* "...You spoke of death, no? I'm assuming that you were damaged perhaps? Or...did you not have enough plasma within your core? Death regarding people of a robotic nature is quite an interesting thing. Not like those of flesh."

[tribulitas]

...Eventually I'm going to go ahead and redo my muse selection page once again. I've realized that the most important characters (royal ones) aren't at the forefront while the other main species such as Satiniums, Vaniums, Nephalems--etc aren't noticeable to people who are just taking a glance at it. Could be helpful overall for me to have that separation in mind...

[livelynumbskull]

The whole ambient was so chic, he might as well have a brand new favorite spot! Much better than the bar they walked out of in terms of space and clientele. It's not like he wasn't fond of a good party, but in cases like this one, a place like this is more appropriate.

Neophytos had a huge grin as he accepted Venom's suggestion, deciding to lead the other man towards the lonely table with the roses. Somehow, it felt like the right table! ... Yes, he liked the roses. So what? They're his favorite.

Thankfully, the table was empty and without a reserved sign on sight, so they were able to sit down. It had a good view of the stage indeed while still keeping it private between both of them. He sneaked a few glances at the singer while taking his seat. Huh... Talented lady, wasn't she? Like a siren.

"Darling, I do appreciate you taking your time to bring me here." The deity ran a hand through his locks to fix them. "Definitely glad that I came out of the office... So, I see you're familiar with the place? Got any suggestions on what to order?"

[tribulitas]

As he took his seat, a hand reaches to grab the menu that was on the table, taking a look over the offered drinks as well as the dessert for a moment, but puts it down to pay attention to his date once more.

✥✧∘*ꕥ "They've got drinks on th' fancier end of things 'ere, but they also got drinks that are made fer th' non-humans too." He begins, tapping at his cheek as the flame above his head flickers. "I usually like eatin' those flames that they make, but I don't think that'd be yer style." He laughs, making a gesture to well--the entirety of him with his flesh and all of that.

✥✧∘*ꕥ "You had a Cosmopolitan last time right? Maybe you'd like a Valentini this time, hm? Fits th' mood of th' night, no?" He says, foot tapping lightly to the music in the background. "Or maybe...you'd like t' try somethin' new. A nice little demonic drink, perhaps?" He grins, testing to see if he'd be eager.

[tribulitas]

Is it about the Solar eclipse, Vix? Why is that? :o

✥✧∘* "...There's supposed to be a solar eclipse??" He takes a glance at the sky. "...Well, that explains why it's gotten so dark so soon." He laughs awkwardly.

[phantasmaia]

Did they have to show up twenty minutes early? No, but it was better than risking showing up late. King Leviathan greatly valued his time; they couldn't afford to disappoint him especially when he likely had high expectations.

Besides, they could do with a little time to compose themself and shake off the nervousness they felt. Even though they had a solid plan for this 'date', anything and everything could go wrong — which is exactly why they had to really make a good first impression. That would set the tone for the rest of the night.

Up ahead from the sparkly floating bench they sat upon was a luxurious two-story restaurant; the ever renowned "Opulent Ocean" ran by a duo of Envy and Gluttony five-star cooks. It specialized in seafood delicacies from all over Helixious, with an attractive menu that was sure to work up an appetite for even the pickiest individuals.

Of course, such an outing required appropriate attire. They'd chosen a sparkly sequin dress with sunset colours, and floral accessories to compliment their curly hairstyle and light makeup. It was a simple look, yet fancy enough to look good next to him without overshadowing him — he had to be the prettier one.

And they awaited his arrival with anticipation, legs kicking above the ground as they observed the gorgeous Pride Satinium passing through the lively, bright and shiny purple streets.

[tribulitas]

Leviathan doesn't show up early at all, nor does he show up late. He shows up right on the dot, and exits through a green portal, dawning a blue long stained glass inspired dress, with semi-translucent yellow flowers that complimented his attire and form greatly. He truly looked magnificent, enough to turn the heads of the Pride Satinium that normally kept their attention to themselves.

Beaming with obvious pride, he runs his hand through his beautiful locks of hair, and tosses Vail only a side glance, acknowledging their existence, yet noticing that they had actually put some proper effort into their outfit.

As they should.

✥✧∘* "Seems you've picked something decent." He speaks, eyeing the restaurant with interest. He's heard of this place before, but he's never been to it. Fancy dishes were served at his palace on the daily after all.

✥✧∘* "Shall we go?"

[caramelcuniculus]

“Hwah?” Yellow eyes dilated as William’s figure fixed into view. Almost being ran over was an easy way to overstimulate the senses, and he only managed to get more shaken up once the new atmosphere and new stranger were in perfect vision. Hassel knew what it was like to be somewhere new in an almost immediate amount of time. Hassel also knew that this change of scenery was anything but ordinary.

“Alright… I think I’m far from alright.” The art teacher was standing on a street he’d never seen, with someone he’d never met. However, William seemed to be the most normal… wait.

“Is that a halo on your head? No, I’m sorry. I must be delirious.” Hassel rose a hand to his forehead, pressing his palm into it. Hard. “I… very much almost died. So, no, I cannot say I’m alright.”

Yes, Hassel was merely losing his mind. That was all. The art teacher was usually so collective, but this was beyond madness. “Is there somewhere to sit? Please?”

[tribulitas]

That question the other asks does linger on his mind for a moment, and he thinks about answering it, but with the other dismissing it so quickly, he chooses to focus on getting this man to proper safety instead of the busy street.

ꕥ✧∘* "Uh--yeah! There's a bus bench nearby." He says, gesturing to the empty seating a few feet away from them both. Thankfully besides the little incident that almost happened, there were only a few cars driving on the road. Wasn't rush hour despite what that crazy car made it seem like earlier.

ꕥ✧∘* "But uh--I gotta ask, man. Were ya not paying attention to where you were going? Ain't a good time to be spacing out you know."

[tribulitas]

✥✧∘* "Dang! Things have been getting pretty rowdy up here lately! Might have to find somewhere else to be for a bit."

[sinnersradionn]

"H-Hahh..." Lucifer is nervous about the escalation of physical contact, but not in such a way that implies he doesn't want to continue. He very much does, and he should have every right to. Lilith isn't with him anymore, so he has nothing to feel guilty about--yet he does, and it shows on his faintly flushed face. Despite being basically the embodiment of sin, Lucifer has always been the sort to prefer committed relationships over flings, and romance over sexuality. Yet what does he really have to lose by letting himself indulge in this? It might not even go as far as he's imagining it will, anyway.

"Okay!" He replies, his voice enthusiastic but still wavering with the remnants of his uncertainty. There's a nice little crimson-coloured chaise lounge in the corner they could sit on together... He all but scampers his way over and points his cane at it, indicating its existence to her as if its function isn't obvious. "Hoooow about this? It's vintage velvet!"

[tribulitas]

She's never drunk enough to ignore people's expressions, so she did catch that little look of guilt upon his flushed features, and did gain some curiosity as to why it would be there. Still, it didn't really stop her from being flirty at all, long legs closing the distance as she sits upon the lounge, but unlike what her previous suggestion might have implied, she pats her own lap instead, as if inviting him in.

ꕥ✧∘* "Mine's made out of Cotton Twirl." She refers to the pants she was wearing, grinning at the king without any shame. "I've heard that it pairs well with a warm and plush cushion." She continues and leans back, resting her upper arms on the top of the seating.

ꕥ✧∘* "Want to give this seat a test?"