#;;homeless mage for hire: Siris

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What color is your aura?

Siris:

Sage

herb clippings, macha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needlefelts, pistachio, laptop stickers. your essence is sage: you are introspective and retreating. everything is organized and planned ahead; you are meticulous, stacking up a card tower you can't let fall. it is difficult for you to untwist your tongue and tell others you need them. you are the observer. you are the writer gone off alone. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of green, forest, honeysuckle, and seafoam, who share your guarded nature. you are also drawn to the self-expressive sky and apricot, who will help you grow and embolden you to say what you need. however, you may struggle to get along with the overly-emotional personalities of rose and cream who ask you to be too vulnerable.

Hugo:

Seafoam

clear water, milkshakes, crystals, agave, candy dishes, converse, seashells. your essence is seafoam: you lose yourself in dreams and drift away from reality. happiness is easier when alone; your sensitivity has borne you too many scars to risk honesty again. your imagination and intuition help you dive deep into introspection, at the cost of truly unfurling. you are the dreamer. you are the wallflower. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of teal, jade, sky, and sage, who similarly value their authenticity. you are also drawn to the diligent honeysuckle and coral, who will help you grow and turn your thoughts to reality. however, you may struggle to get along with the stubborn personalities of pearl and tawny who have no room for contradiction.

Lionell:

Purple

geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, outer space. your essence is purple: you are gracious and thriving, and that is all you want anyone to see. you become a social chameleon to be exactly what they desire; your ambition adapts, pursuing whatever will come with recognition. you are a leader -- burning bright and never shy to speak. you are the star. you are the demonstrator. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of lilac, royal, mauve, and orchid, who share your decorum and aspirations. you are also drawn to the determined grey and red, who will help you grow and let go of your image to accept your flaws. however, you may struggle to get along with the free-floating personalities of yellow and brown who don't understand your far-reaching ambitions.

tagged by: @heylinhenchman tagging: @champiionic, @cagedragon, @ruiinedsky, @sourcewater

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tag dump;;

🚬;; homeless mage for hire: Siris, 🚬;; you selling something? I don’t want it: asks, 🚬;; giving up or just accepting the inevitable?: musings, 🚬;; a chance to get some booze: threads, 🚬;; who has time for aesthetics anymore?: aesthetics, 🚬;; we all want what we can’t have: relationships, 🚬;; spilled from loose lips: headcanons, 🚬;; I failed you-I miss you: Lionell, 🚬;; ....who?: Hugo

🔪;; savage criminal with a playboy’s face: Lionell, 🔪;; nobody decides how my story ends but me!: musings, 🔪;; who are you going to be to me?: relationships, 🔪;; almost as hot as his temper: aesthetics, 🔪;; behind porcelain facades: headcanons, 🔪;; who will I be to you?: threads, 🔪;; make it quick and not asinine: asks, 🔪;; it hurts how much I miss you: Siris, 🔪;; dragged you down with me: Hugo

🌹;; the perfect victim: Hugo, 🌹;; be soft but be ready: musings, 🌹;; pieces of my heart: relationships, 🌹;; every rose has its thorns: headcanons, 🌹;; bullet casings and budding vines: aesthetics, 🌹;; can I help you with something?: asks, 🌹;; remake myself once again: threads, 🌹;; ...who?: Siris, 🌹;; celui qui s'est enfui: Lionell

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SNORT!

Startled awake, Siris found himself discombobulated, dazed, and sloppier than usual. The line of drool streaking across his face and mistiming blinking fit the image of a 'hungover hobo' quite well, honestly. "Huh?! Wha-?! Oh." A small moment of confusion gave way to a face of passive indifference.

"..........." Another day, another waking up in some random world. Ugh, it looked like a shitty one, too. At least there was someone here to get information from. "I'm trying to get my bearings. Are there any towns or villages around here and do they sell booze?"

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It was odd seeing another human in a dimension like this. Typically Rick would stumble upon other humanoid life forms. Creatures that were sentient, intelligent in their own right. So he found it strange that he came across someone that looked like they belonged to the regular dimension Earth.

And someone who looked to be a bit younger than him too.

"Daaamn, it's not every day that I get to meet a fellow interdimensional traveler," So he assumed. "Whatcha doing here?"

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@champiionic

Trekking through miles of what he assumed was rainforest, Siris couldn't remember the last he'd been this disillusioned with his life. You'd think the canopy would provide him some sort of relief from the elements, but noooo. Humidity didn't give two shits about what kinda cover he had, all it cared about was making him turn his shirt into a sweat rag!

Not only that, but it wasn't like he could wake up somewhere in the jungle but still be close to civilization, why would he? Nothing but the sounds of nature had tickled his ears for hours: no cars honking, no engines running, no pedestrians shouting obscenities at each other, absolutely fuck all! That meant he was in uncharted territory. That meant he was going to have to camp out in this humid hell. That meant he had no hope of getting to take a shower for the foreseeable future.

"Bunch of fucking- ugh! I don't see how it could get any worse than this..."

And on cue Siris find his foot snagging on some foreign object and soon after faceplanting into the dirt. "..................I blame myself."

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what type of lonely are you?

loneliness of the mask

you're a good actor, a good liar. your masks are intricate and hand-carved. for your lover, you wear a mask of softness, quiet words uttered in the night. your friends, a boisterous laugh, always a joke at the ready. your professionalism at work and school is steady, allowing the occasional lapse to make a small joke. you have to keep them interested, after all. you have to please them. you are manipulation itself, your head is so full of your intricate webs there is nothing left. you might be the loneliest of them all, seeing as there's no one left behind your facade. you lost your real face long ago.

loneliness born of inadequacy

you've never been as good as your peers, this was made abundantly clear to you at a young age. they hate you for being lesser than them. you don't know what you do wrong, maybe it's not even your actions anymore. it's just you, you're just wrong. you've learned to blend into the shadows. don't speak unless spoken to. don't get excited. don't show your emotions at all, actually. no one cares.

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You know what I realized? How much Belos would fucking hate Lionell and Siris. His entire schtick is having everyone either completely dependent on his approval or subjugated under his rule and the coven system.

Neither of them give a shit about his opinion, let alone his approval, so that's one checkmark. And Siris just lives as a hermit and general leech on society whilst his brother definitely chooses discreet anarchy. That's checkmark two.

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OKAY! Finally got off my ass and created tags for these three; only took me about, what, six years damn near? Anyways, have a tag dump.

Siris tags;;;

🚬 ;;homeless mage for hire: Siris 🚬 ;;you selling something? I don’t want it: asks 🚬 ;;giving up or just accepting the inevitable?: musings 🚬 ;;fleeting presences and nothing more: threads 🚬 ;;who has time for aesthetics anymore?: aesthetics 🚬 ;;we all want what we can’t have: relationships 🚬 ;;the truth behind the pessimist attitude: headcanons 🚬 ;;I’ll miss you till the day my miserable life ends: Lionell 🚬 ;;.....who were you again?: Hugo

Lionell tags;;;

🗡️ ;;savage criminal with a playboy’s face: Lionell 🗡️ ;;nobody decides how my story ends but me!: musings 🗡️ ;;who are you going to be to me?: relationships 🗡️ ;;almost as pretty as his temper: aesthetics 🗡️ ;;what’s left after the fight leaves: headcanons 🗡️ ;;which mask should I use for this one?: threads 🗡️ ;;make it quick and not asinine: asks 🗡️ ;;the brother you hope found happiness when you can’t: Siris 🗡️ ;;i’m so sorry you went down with me: Hugo

Hugo tags;;;

🌹;;appearances can be deceiving personified: Hugo 🌹;;I’ll live until I can’t anymore: musings 🌹;;loves that never fully fade away: relationships 🌹;;every rose has it’s thorns: headcanons 🌹;;bullet casings and budding vines: aesthetics 🌹;;can I help you with something?: asks 🌹;;interacting with this world’s populace: threads 🌹;;I wish I could’ve known you: Siris 🌹;;a fine friend that I wish could’ve been more: Lionell

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"Damn, Peepaw off the shits." Yes, this is in response to Alexander dumping an entire hot chocolate packet in his mouth.

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"...I go out for one little smoke break and come back to this? What the fuck happened?" Someone killed someone else, the castle hallway's a mess, nobody's happy, what is going on?

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Siris had to admit it; this was most definitely a first for him. And that was saying a lot considering all the bullshit he'd been through. Not even here an hour and he'd managed to score free booze, somewhere to sleep, and an emperor fuck buddy. Huh.

"Hm." Hopefully, no one would think twice about the stranger that'd got past the castle defenses being given a room. He didn't think that would apply once he was getting piped down in the emperor's room, but they'll deal with that later he guesses.

Getting up from his chair, popping his back for good measure, the disheveled traveler stayed close behind his guide. Just because he might be cool with his being in the castle doesn't mean everyone else would be..

The Emperor nodded, waving his hand. The red glow of his magic brought Siris’ belongings back to him almost instantaneously “There we are….”

He stood, fingertips briefly resting against the table “I’ll show you to a bed chamber you can use. Follow me.” The abnormally tall man moved past the other human, just barely letting himself brush against him.

A small, flirtatious gesture, unnoticeable to anyone else surely, but very intentional as proven when he leaned forward go softly whisper “You’ll stay in a chamber…quite close to mine~.”