doomstarmagician

[doomstarmagician]

Stop being the voice of reason here >:|

Someone has to be in this mf I GUESS!!

[doomstarmagician]

The block button exists, you guys. At this point they’re fishing for reactions and you’re giving it to them. Don’t give them what they want. Block, move on, surround yourselves with your people, forget about the rest.

[doomstarmagician]

Send me a '☆' if you want to add me on Discord

It certainly beats Tumblr’s IM~!

[doomstarmagician]

Good evening! *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ☾ ˚₊✩*

I am here with the inbox call I mentioned last night. Mutuals only, pls. Multis pls specify or I’ll choose at random.

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What type of flower are you?

『 Chrysanthemum 』

The chrysanthemum is a blushing beauty that is admired by many. The chrysanthemum generally symbolizes friendship, happiness, and well-being. However, when someone is in mourning, a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums is a common gift of grief. You are a promise for a better tomorrow and a friend to all. Keep in mind, occasionally a friend to all is a friend to none.

“Occasionally… a friend to all is a friend to none. Interesting.”

Tagged by: @mahoushojoumonster

Tagging: you.

[doomstarmagician]

Breathe in the cosmos and remember that you are a star. Burn, burn, burn it all away.

[doomstarmagician]

Good evening! *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ☾ ˚₊✩*

I am here with the inbox call I mentioned last night. Mutuals only, pls. Multis pls specify or I’ll choose at random.

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Hello. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Been a few days or so. This week has been one shit show after another, though I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate on why. A couple of things I wanted to touch on real quick while I’m here. First, how are we all doing? How is everyone holding up? I want you all to know you are safe here. You are seen and heard and you have a place here with me, in this space. Take care of yourselves. Second, I’ll try to be a little more active this weekend. This is the first full weekend I’ve had off in months so I’d like to be a little productive at least. May do a tentative inbox call soon, but I may be a little selective, and may clean up my followers too. Anywho, be kind to yourselves. Take it easy. Rest, recover, give yourselves a break. Be safe. ᡣ𐭩

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Ancient grudges were hard to quell. No matter how much time passed, if there was even a sliver of resentment left then old wounds simply had not the capacity to heal. A bandage on a bullet wound; this is what this felt like. The sound of metal strikes and whirring, crackling magic echoed down the shoreline. Smoke and sparks filled the air as their conflict raged on. A blade was spun parried as if captured in a deadly dance with careening stars and writhing wisps of inky shadows. Neither side relented, though one may have pleaded his case. Unfortunately, the magician was not so keen on listening. A stubborn old soul, to be sure.

“You can repent with your life. Anything less is gross arrogance, and you know it!” His voice cut through the clashing of weapons, sharp as a blade, cold as ice. Lips curl in a mirrored snarl, fangs bared and on full display. The stars had left Doomstar’s eyes the moment he’d touched down in the sand, and all that was left were vibrant, angry red hues. Gloved fingers curled around the scepter, his knuckles, though covered, turning ghost white from the sheer pressure of his grip.

“I can’t go home, snake. You took that from me! You took him from—” He had been screaming by now, his voice raw and unrestrained. The audacity of Atlantis’s ex-king… spewing nonsense and pretty words about a home that was in ruin at the bottom of the ocean, and of loved ones long since departed from this realm, forever out of his reach.

His heart ached…

And yet, in all of the emotional turmoil that ensnared his heart like a violent tempest, something much more grave happened in that moment, temporarily silencing his acidic vitriol. The temperature dropped, and tiny bumps pricked at the magician’s flesh. He could feel the way the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and there was a near-bone crunching reactivity against his magic that made his strides in the sand falter and eventually come to a halt. His ears were ringing, and his senses felt as though they were being overwhelmed by force.

Doomstar’s magic reacted immediately, skittering along his body. Stardust pooled around his hands and arms, and shadowy tendrils skittered on the ground around his feet. Squirming, writhing, lapping at his ankles as they climbed and wrapped around his legs. A defense mechanism against his greatest adversary… the Orichalcos.

“No. I feel it too. Something is wrong— it shouldn’t be here. It’s supposed to be gone, so—” Doomstar’s head snapped towards the sky for a moment, eyes scanning the great expanse in search of something they couldn’t yet see, but certainly endured the pressure of. “Dartz! What the hell is going on?! I thought this was eradicated. Do you have something to do with this?”

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The clash of metal rang out through the beach, upon it a lonely hut embedded within the sands. The winds picked up gently in response to their battle.

"What do you not understand, Reaper?! I am trying to move on and repent for the sins my other self caused! This will not get us any closer to Atlantis or being home with our cherished ones!" He spoke through gritted snarls, not wanting any contact, nor his past to catch up with him. Though they were caught in battle there was something ominous about the air, the faint wind that picked up seemed to have an dark presence to it. Moving slightly to deflect his staff once more, his sword poised forward "D-...don't tell me i'm the only one who feels that...."

Hairs stood on end - He knew this power. The scars on his skin reacted with a faint glow of magic "The Orichalcos..."

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The rest of you can take a seat. Dobby and I will take it from here. ♥️

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If you think about it, Doomstar is a spirit ‘trapped in this world.’ Aether told him he wasn’t allowed to die. He has to keep living. Which means he’s going to continue to endure the world he never had a say in being a part of.

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Pause. You don’t get to hurt us like that.

You mean with this? Yes I do. You will suffer as I have. Hurt as I have. Endure as I have.

[doomstarmagician]

If you think about it, Doomstar is a spirit ‘trapped in this world.’ Aether told him he wasn’t allowed to die. He has to keep living. Which means he’s going to continue to endure the world he never had a say in being a part of.

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Doomstar tries to act like the locals in some area he’s exploring but finds out he’s what the locals based folklore and legends after.

It’s his CANON. You get it. I love this.

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I like the idea of Doomstar doing urban exploration. I like the idea that there’s always the anticipation and even unsettling moments of “what if I’m not alone here?” But then he realizes he’s the entity that goes bump in the night. He’s what other urbex folks don’t want to run into. Not that he would do anything, maybe a heart stopping prank on occasion. But for the most part he just likes getting into the abandoned, the forgotten, the lost to time places that still have a story to uncover.

And he likes recording his adventures so he can make cleaned up videos out of it. It’s why he takes Nano with him every time.

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You like urban exploration, Doomie? See anything scary out there?

“Uh huh! There’s a certain charm to visiting abandoned places. It’s eerie, you never know if you’re truly alone until you have an encounter, and no matter how long the place has been lost to time, there’s still a story to be told about it. I like seeing what’s left behind.” Maybe he just had an attachment to things that were left behind, forgotten about as the world moved ever onward. Someone had to keep the interest alive. Why not him?

“I take Nano with me to record our time in the forgotten so I can study the files when I get home. Sometimes you may miss things in the moment, so I’m always sure to record the adventure.”

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He’s moving through the blanket of night, quiet footsteps echoing softly against the sidewalk as he ventures away from the cityscape. In his hands is his small robot companion, Nano, with a full battery and all systems online for a night of urban exploration around abandoned buildings. And yet, there’s an interruption. A loud one.

Wailing sirens.

There’s commotion in the distance, emergency vehicles speeding through the streets with a grave sense of urgency. The magician pauses for only a moment longer than necessary.

“Huh…”

Bweep bwoop!

Nano’s voice module beeps, drawing Doomstar’s attention away. Turning away from whatever scene is unfolding back around the city, he continues on his way. Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with him. “Come, Nano. Let’s see what the abandoned asylum has in store for us.”