Souls of the Underworld

[HIATUS] King Arthur & Hades of OUAT. Multiverse; selective. Sideblog. Managed by Lauri. Rules

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Hiatus Announcement

So… it’s come to this. I’m going to be putting all of my OUAT blogs on hiatus for the time being. This is for a number of reasons, the biggest of which is simply the fact that I have absolutely no motivation to write for a dead fandom and it’s been feeling like Work instead of Fun for a long time now.

A combination of high draft count, very few active partners and a general lack of enthusiasm has meant I avoid even looking at these blogs - I don’t even scroll the dash anymore because it’s mostly just blocked posts from multifandom blogs anyway. I’d much rather be channelling my writing energy into something I actually enjoy.

I won’t say I won’t come back, but I also won’t say I will, because I don’t know. I love my boys and I love everything I’ve created for them over the last 5 years and I especially love the friends I’ve made too, so never say never, but… I just need to take a break from these blogs and this fandom for a while. There would definitely need to be a massive overhaul before I could even think of coming back.

On the subject of friends, if you would like to keep in touch I am much more active on d/isco than I have ever been and I am happy to add you over there so we can still talk etc. Feel free to either drop your handle in a private message or ask for mine!

I’ll schedule this to drop across all the relevant blogs throughout the next week or so, to make sure people see it. Thanks for understanding and I hope to still keep up with you all.

[underwxrldsouls]

                                          “Welcome to                                                                   my domain…”

[underwxrldsouls]

tiny but important update to the rules of this blog:

Hades is now aro/ace, which means I no longer ship him with anyone.

I no longer write n///sfw threads with anyone other than Charlie (hookedsurvivor, etc). I am happy for things to head in that direction for Arthur only but it will always result in a fade-to-black.

full rules page can be found here

[underwxrldsouls]

Diplomatic Relations

[underwxrldsouls]

despxratesouls‌:

Attending the festivities for the visiting Camelot King had not been the highest on his priorities, and Philip had been tempted to abscond if not for the slight interest he had in meeting the other man. Enough cajoling from his father had him dressing in his royal finery, and with a wine flute in hand he had watched the procession following the King enter. When the royal had turned and walked in his direction instead of his father’s, he had to force the smirk from his face, knowing that his father was likely being calmed by his mother at the perceived slight. 

“King Arthur…” he took the hand held out to him and shook it firmly, inclining his head in a polite nod. “My apologies I was not available at your arrival gathering, I had already committed myself to patrolling the outlying villages and had no desire to break my promise to the people…” he answered, thinking back to the argument that it had caused. “I hope you find your stay here one you get to thoroughly enjoy and that Misthaven is treating you well…” 

Arthur had decided he already liked the prince, even if all he was basing his opinion on was the simple fact that he had a strong feeling he wanted to be here about as much as he did. There would, he hoped, be some solidarity to be found in this particular company. "No need for apologies." He waved them away quickly. "I always respect a man who commits to his duties and promises." He smiled warmly, letting the prince's hand drop from his own.

He sent a glance to a nearby window, providing a view of the land surrounding the castle, thick with forests. He longed to be out there, galloping through the trees, away from all these painted nobles who offered him empty airs and graces. "It is a beautiful land, I have to admit. I once thought nothing could compare to Camelot, but I find Misthaven comes close." He grinned. "But I may be biased on that count, of course."

[underwxrldsouls]

A Year of Pain and Torment

[underwxrldsouls]

captaindashingrapscallion‌:

Almost instantly after he had taken his vicious action in an act of rebellion, Killian expected to receive some form of consequence for his actions. When there was no immediate vengeance taken, he felt his muscles tense, teeth grit and jaw set as he regarded the other with a sense of suspicion, knowing that his actions were not something that he would simply get away with. 

The words the other sneered in his direction stung though he simply offered a glare in return, suppressing the natural instinct he had to refute what was said. “I need no one to ensure my inevitable escape from these chains…” he returned in a growl, yanking at his hands for good measure so they jangled with a sharp movement. No matter what beating he took he was determined that it would remain true, refusing to succumb to defeat. 

It was oddly satisfying to see the tension in the man as he no doubt awaited immediate punishment for his defiance. Well, punishment would come, of course, but it would not be immediate. It would be all the sweeter if it came back upon him in a crucial moment. Under a normal circumstance, Killian's persistent defiance and stubborn will would have driven him beyond the point of anger, but he found himself enjoying this game between them.

Idly fingering a needle-thin blade that had slithered into his hand out of nowhere, Hades gave the pirate a pleasant smile. "Is that so? Well, be my guest, then. Show me how you plan to escape." He toyed with the blade for a moment, and then turned, crossing to his chair and taking a seat, leaning casually against its high back. After another moment had passed, he wave a hand. "Well? Get on with it. I don't have all day." A flash of teeth. "Well, you don't."

[princesircastic-archive]

since I am now in a position to be (somewhat) active across these blogs, this is a reminder of where you can find me \o/

[princesircastic] Prince Charming & Prince James - main blog [rightfulcaptxin] Captain Edward ‘Blackbeard’ Teach - sideblog [sherwoodthief] Robin Hood - sideblog [underwxrldsouls] King Arthur & Hades - sideblog

all of these blogs follow from princesircastic only

[hookedsurvivor]

Building Anew

[underwxrldsouls]

captaindashingrapscallion‌:

Starter Call  |  @underwxrldsouls

“Any thoughts on how to lead the charge on this repairing a broken kingdom destiny, or are we sitting around looking dashing for some time? If that’s the case, I’ll take the chance to find myself some rum…” Killian quipped, unimpressed with the current lack of anything to do despite the fallen King’s proclamations for what he desired to do for the broken realm Hades had left desolate and decaying, which given its residents seemed rather apt. 

“I’m sure you can give me a call when you are done mulling over strategy or scripting your pompous speeches, aye?”

For a moment, Arthur could do nothing but stare across the diner table at the pirate. He ought to have been used to Killian's rather direct and unapologetic mannerisms, really. And yet. He took a second to draw in a calming breath, exhaling softly in something that was almost a sigh. "It's not exactly a task managed in a day, Jones." He muttered, shaking his head.

In truth, he had no idea where to start. The boy, Henry, had left a stack of books and instructions with the intention of helping the people of the Underworld find their unfinished business and move on to where they should be, but beyond overseeing that, Arthur was at a loss. How could he even begin to fix this place after Hades was gone? "How about instead of sassing me, you actually lift a finger to help? I don't see you coming up with any bright ideas."

[dinneratgrannys]

Top 15 Villains (as voted by my followers) 7. Hades You and your colleagues brought contraband, hope, into my world, and that is strictly forbidden.

[rpmasterlisting]

                          ONCE  UPON  A  TIME  MASTER  LIST.

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[underwxrldsouls]

A Little Mystery

@despxratesouls liked for a starter for August

In his years as owner of Storybrooke’s stables - and in his time spent in the various local establishments - Art believed he knew pretty much everyone in the town. At least, he knew the majority. So the moment he set eyes upon the man idly wandering his land, he knew someone new had come to town. That in itself was enough to spark curiosity, since he couldn’t remember the last time someone new came to Storybrooke.

The fact he was mysterious and undeniably attractive simply added to that. Guiding the horse he had been brushing down back into the stables, he secured the young gelding away and stepped outside, wiping his hands on the cloth he kept tucked into his back pocket. “Nice to see a new face around.” He called, spotting the motorbike parked just up the track. “Well, you’re obviously not here for a ride.” He grinned, nodding at the vehicle. 

[underwxrldsouls]

Diplomatic Relations

@despxratesouls liked for a starter for Philip

The predominant feeling in his head was one of not belonging. Even in his new life, dressed in a king’s finery within the walls of a beautiful castle, Arthur felt utterly out of place amongst these other royals and nobles. A royal tour of the neighbouring realm of Misthaven had been suggested to him by those he trusted - a chance to build relationships with other kingdoms and open doors for trade and other benefits. Though he had agreed, leaving his kingdom in trusted hands during his absence, he was starting to think it wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Still, he was here now, and he had a role to play. Straightening his shoulders and forcing a casual, charming smile onto his face, he selected a goblet of wine from a passing tray and calmly made his way across the busy hall. He had been heading towards the king and queen of this corner of Misthaven - but at the last second he changed his mind, rerouting his path to instead take him to the prince. They were of an age, he knew, and seemingly shared some common interests. “Prince Philip,” he began, giving a polite nod of respect to the young man before holding out his hand, “I do not think we have had chance to speak yet.”

[underwxrldsouls]

like this post for a starter from Hades

*multimuses pls specify a muse bc I won’t do it for you **sideblogs can like from a main blog and comment with the url/character

verses for Hades can be found here if you want to pick a specific one

[underwxrldsouls]

like this post for a starter from Arthur

*multimuses pls specify a muse bc I won’t do it for you **sideblogs can like from a main blog and comment with the url/character

verses for Arthur can be found here if you want to pick a specific one

[underwxrldsouls]

A Year of Pain and Torment

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

For a moment, the act of deliberate aggression sparked anger within him - but he cooled it at once. He had to maintain his demeanour around Killian. Let himself get riled and it would be like conceding defeat to the pirate. So, although he wanted nothing more than to backhand the little bastard, Hades merely straightened up and calmly wiped away the blood upon his lip with careful, measured movements.

“Still have some fight left, hm? I have to say, I’m rather impressed. You’re a tough one, Jones.” He grinned down at him, completely unriled by the violent actions of his captive. At least, outwardly. “Somehow, I doubt that old belief will work for you down here. What love and affection could you know, right? Everyone you’ve ever loved is dead, or out of reach - so they may as well be dead to you, I suppose.”

[hookedsurvivor]

🔪 (underwxrldsouls, Hades)

Send me 🔪 to stab my muse.  |  Accepting  |  @underwxrldsouls

Jaw trembling as he fought against the desire to make a solitary sound, Killian stared blankly ahead, mind drawn to the life he had slipped away from to try and avoid the now. A grunt of pain escaped him as the blade whispered over already fragile skin, his wounds from their last session barely healed, eyes screwing shut before he opened them again, resolute in his decision to endure. 

He could hear the man - well god - mocking him, but the sound was static, his mind elsewhere, at least until the blade descended and pierced flesh, pain white hot snapping him from the haven his mind had created and throwing him into the hell that was his present with a hoarse, strangled cry of agony. 

[underwxrldsouls]

It was almost delightful to watch the exact breaking point, the split second when the man’s stubbornness gave way to the agony and torment churning into a maelstrom within his core. It certainly made for great entertainment - and it was an experiment, too. Killian really was the perfect plaything for when he grew idle and bored. So far, he’d also held out the longest out of all the subjects he had tormented in this manner. Quite admirable, really.

“You know, I’ve rather been looking forward to this day.” He mused, stepping back to admire his current handiwork. A wave of his hand would heal the wounds, provide him with a clean slate - and, in doing so, give Killian a fleeting glimpse of relief before it was cruelly snatched away. But, maybe that was for another time. “Two hundred years.” He whistled, as if impressed. “Two whole centuries. Well, a little over, but who’s counting, right?” He chuckled, amused. “There’s only one other soul I’d love to sink my teeth into more, but it keeps eluding me...”

[underwxrldsouls]

Under New Management

[underwxrldsouls]

captaindashingrapscallion‌:

Staying in the Underworld had been the right decision in the end, though Killian knew it had not been agreed by all those in the land of the living. He had done his time and was tired of dragging himself through each day. Better to die having done something useful, than to drag himself back to the living and risk falling victim to his worst impulses again. He’d done it enough over the centuries. 

Glancing up as he was joined in his both, he raised an eyebrow at the man in front of him, taking the moment to take a deep swig from his glass, letting the rum burn its way down his throat. “And what proposition could you possibly have for me, mate?” he asked, guarded given their rocky history. 

He’d expected some degree of suspicion - after all, whilst alive he hadn’t exactly gone out of his way to make friends. Not truthfully, at least. In some cruel twist, however, dying had been the best thing to happen to him. His eyes had been opened, and he finally understood what his purpose had been in life - to die, and help rebuild the broken kingdom of lost souls. He accepted the coffee from the waitress with a fleeting smile, pointedly avoiding Killian’s question whilst he took a sip.

“It’s strange.” He murmured, setting the cup down. “I only really became familiar with coffee in Storybrooke, and yet I’ve acquired such a taste for it... I find it tastes better down here, too. Why is that, do you think?” Waving the question away before Killian could attempt a response - if he would ever try - he folded his hands around the cup, and met the pirate’s gaze. “I want to fix this place. I want to give hope back to people, and finish Henry’s work. There are people here who can move on, find a better place. But for those who can’t, or don’t wish to... this place cannot be a torment any longer.” He sighed. “I want your help, Killian. Help me rebuild.”

[underwxrldsouls]

No Names For Tonight

@captaindashingrapscallion | continued

Breathless didn’t quite come close to how he felt after parting from that kiss, but it was the only word his mind could grasp at in the given moment. Arthur’s lips curved into an easy grin, enjoying the continued intimacy of their positions even as the people around them went about their celebrations, totally unaware of the snap and crackle of sexual tension quickly bubbling to a boil in their midst. 

“I might have.” He smirked back, his fingers skimming up the lean figure pressed against him, tracing hard lines through the light, thin material that covered it. “I suppose the real question is...” One hand lifted to thread into dark locks, dragging the man’s face back up to his. “What are you going to do to earn it, handsome?”

This is a game I can play, Arthur mused to himself, subtly shifting his weight so he could lean a little further against the other man. And a game I sense we will both end up enjoying more than anything else tonight.