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Lewis Ableidinger

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The Witcher Headcanon - Mistakes

(More Feral!Jaskier)

Jaskier usually spent his winters in Kaer Morhen. He liked the illusion of solitude, where he could drift around the endless corridors, letting his mind wander and invent scenarios that he could use to inspire ballads and poems.

He could stay up into the wee hours every night, scribbling away in his notebook as the muses whispered to him in the quiet of his small room.

He could sleep late into the morning after the muses finally allowed him to sleep, and then drag himself down to the Great Hall for some strong tea and whatever was left over from breakfast.

He could spend a few hours with his Witcher friends, laughing, telling stories, and helping with chores. Witnessing the brotherhood humans didn't think them capable of.

He could stare out the window, singing softly to himself, working out a tune or the lyrics to a song.

He could scribble down random thoughts inspired by watching the sun move over the landscape, or from the feeling of the snow falling on him, or the sounds and sights he experienced while riding with Geralt in the woods around the Keep.

The way the snow clumped on a branch, the sound of Pegasus's hooves in the snow, the crisp chill of the air on his cheeks, the silence of the woods as the snow fell around him, all of it was fodder for his creativity.

He could live in a room that was a mess of scattered piles of parchment organized in a way that only he understood.

He could forget to eat, and comb his hair, and shave, and change his clothes for days at a time. There was no one there who would care if he let his personal standards of grooming slip.

He could live his lonely, tortured artist aesthetic to his heart's content.

But then, one winter, his pleasant routine was interrupted. There had been a few times when the subject of Jaskier being able to defend himself had come up. He had always bushed the conversation off.

Bards were an important part of society! They were the Keepers of History! News Bringers! Stewards of The Arts! King-Makers! They were practically a protected species! Besides, who would dare harm a bard who is friends with a whole pack of Witchers?

Inspite of his protests, Jaskier still found himself being pushed out to the training grounds at the ungodly hour of almost noon. Coen was determined to teach him at least some basic sword skills.

Jaskier had stood there shivering, and holding the wooden training sword out at arm's lenght as if it were a snake that might curl up and bite him. He'd whined and complained while Coen showed him how to hold the sword, and adjusted his stance. Jaskier continued to natter on as the Witcher took him through a few basic moves.

Coen had tried giving Jaskier different weapons. The bow had been a bad idea. Jaskier's aim was so bad it was almost comical. Coen hadn't even dared to think about handing him an axe, or a spear.

Coen found himself growing incresingly frustrated with the bard as the weeks went by. Jaskier showed very little improvement. He spent the majority of the training time whining about training, making jokes, and putting in lackluster effort.

Jaskier had shown only mild interest in each of the weapons. It was the novelty and an interest in the physics and mechanics of the weapon that grabbed his attention. When it came to seriously training with one, the fun went away, along with Jaskier's interest.

The other Witchers would sometimes come along to watch and offer unhelpful advice, make jokes, and try to encourage Jaskier.

Lambert could always be found watching the awkward training sessions. It was good entertainment. And then things got really interesting.

Coen was chasing Jaskier around the courtyard, trying to get him to use some of the moves he'd been showing him. He was usually a patient teacher, but Jaskier had a knack for being incredibly irritating.

Maybe it was the way he acted so fussy and prissy, as if his hands were too delicate to hold a training sword. Or the way he babbled ceaselessly, making jokes or complaints. Or perhaps it was how he seemed so flippant about being able to defend himself, as if he refused to acknowledge the imprortance of it.

Coen finally lost his patience. He started getting into Jaskier's space, pressuring him. The bard had squeaked and backed up, swinging his wooden training sword wildly. He'd yelped as Coen smacked him with his sword, giving him a surprised look. He'd backpedaled, holding his arm, and Coen had hit him on the thigh, then sent him sprawling to the ground.

Lambert had stood up, uneasy as Coen swung down at Jaskier's head, growling at him to get up as the bard scrambled frantically to get out of the way.

"Get up you lazy s*d! Do you think this is a game? Do you think I'm doing this for fun?" Jaskier had swallowed, twisting up to his feet and yelping again as Coen hit him across one shoulder. He was covered in bruises, some old, some very new, and they ached in the cold. He barely got his sword up in time to haphazardly block Coen's next swing. The Witcher contined to go after him, "Stop running away and start fighting back!"

"Coen, stop! I don't want to-!"

"Geralt and Yennefer aren't always going to be there to do the fighting for you!"

"Coen," Lambert said, an odd note of warning in his voice. "He's a bard, not a Witcher. He hasn't been in anything more dangerous than a drunken bar fight."

"And that's why he needs to learn how to actually fight! He might be able to handle a drunk, but a sober enemy is another matter! He can't spend every fight he gets in flapping around uselessly like a terrified chicken while Geralt or Yennefer do the fighting!"

Coen went after the bard, driving him around the courtyard, not letting up. Jaskier frantically stumbled back, parrying and trying keep his feet. His mind was a storm of panic. He needed to get away from Coen fast, or things weren't going to end well. He desperately looked for an escape route, tried cricling to the doors to the Great Hall, but Coen was always there, blocking his way.

The bald Witcher pushed him towards a corner. Jaskier yapped as Coen hit him hard on the side then shoved him into the wall.

"Coen, back off! He's-!," Lambert warned, having seen a familiar look in Jaskier's eyes.

"F**k off, Lambert!"

"No, you ar*ehole, listen-!"

"I said to f**k off!"

"Fine. It's your funeral," Lambert muttered, crossing his arms and leaning against a training dummy.

"Coen, stop!" Jaskier pleaded, a weird edge to his voice.

"Or what? What are you going to do? Go crying to Geralt or Yennefer? You think an enemy is going to politely wait until they get there?" Coen growled, shoving him roughly.

"Please...just stop..." Jaskier had said quietly. Tears started welling up in his eyes.

"Don't start that crying sh*t! You aren't getting out of this!"

Coen shoved Jaskier into the wall again and cuffed him hard on the ear. Jaskier let out a surprised sob, trying to curl in on himself, one hand going up to hold his ringing ear.

"Yennefer is going to-!" Jaskier began.

Coen slapped his hand down and grabbed his jaw, pinning his head to the wall. "Going to what? Be mad? Go ahead and cry for her, I'll kick her a*se around the yard too!"

And that was when Jaskier snapped.

He twisted and bit The forearm Coen was holding him with, the shoved the Witcher away.

Coen saw the flash of the push knife barely in time to avoid being gutted. He staggered back, bleeding but with his guts still on the inside.

Jaskier switched the push knife to his off-hand, scooped up his dropped training sword, and slammed the pommel hard into the crest of Coen's hip bone. Coen cursed and went down as pain exploded in his hip.

Lambert ran to help, yelling for Jaskier to stop, and had to twist abrutly to the side to avoid the thin throwing knife that whistled past him. The little sh*t had throwing knives too?! F**k!

Coen kicked Jaskier away from him, groaning as the pain in his left hip flared sharply. Jaskier rolled in the snow, gained his feet, and jumped on Coen.

He was going for another push knife when Coen smacked him hard on the side of the head with the flat of his sword.

Jaskier reeled, disoriented, and dropped his knife. Lambert kicked it away, and helped Coen pin Jaskier face down on the ground.

The bard was still trying to fight them, even though his head was swimming from the blow.

"What the f**k?" Coen panted, checking his bleeding stomach, leaning heavily on the struggling bard. The wound wasn't too deep, but it would need stitching. His hip, on the other hand was killing him. "What the absolute f**k?"

"I told you to leave him alone!" Lambert panted back. "Did you think I was joking? You alright?"

"Yeah, just a cut and I think I have a hip pointer. Mother of-! Yeah, " Coen said, lightly touching the large hematoma on his hip, "It's definitely a hip pointer. F**K it hurts like a b*tch!" Coen paused as something Lambert said caught his attention. "You knew this was going to happen, didn't you, you ar*ehole!"

Lambert shrugged. "I tried to warn you, but you know, sometimes you just have to learn from your own mistakes."

"You're such a jacka**!"

"Calm the h*ll down, you daft b**tard! " Lambert snapped at Jaskier, who continued to desperately struggle and snarl. "We aren't trying to hurt you!"

"Aww, f**k, he's bleeding!" Coen said, spotting the bloody bruise on the side of Jaskier's head. He scooped up a handful of snow and gently pressed it to the lump. Jaskier flinched, then got quiet, distracted by the coldness of the snow. He lay still, letting the cold soothe the intense ache in his head. His head was swimming, and he felt nauseated. Familiar voices were talking to him. His bruised brain recognized the faces leaning over him. Friends! They looked worried...oh d*mn, something was wrong with him!

Lambert and Coen cautiously rolled him onto his back. Jaskier blinked and squinted, then reached for his head with a pained moan. "Shhhh, here, Songbird," Lambert said, holding a fresh handful of snow to his head wound.

Jaskier flinched and clutched at Lambert's sleeve, fear and confusion swirling in his dazed, unfocused eyes. "Easy, easy! It's alright!"

"We should probably get Geralt."

"He's going to be p*ssed!"

"You want to get Yennefer instead?"

"F**k no!"

"Eskel?"

"He went out hunting,"

"D**n it!"

Jaskier, throughly concussed, disoriented, scared, and in pain, called for the only person his foggy brain could remember at the moment. Unfortunately, his bruised brain was having trouble matching a name with Vesemir's face. What was it again? Oh, Yeah!

Jaskier's mouth worked for a second, and then he whimpered, "pA!!!"

Lambert and Coen felt the panic only older siblings feel when they 'accidentally' cause their younger sibling to start crying. Lambert slapped a hand over Jaskier's mouth and hissed "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh! You're okay! Shhhhhhhhhh! " He and Coen sat absolutely still. Listening.

"It wasn't very loud...maybe he didn't hear...."

Vesemir: *busy roasting some venison*

Vesemir: *hears The Voice Crack*

Vesemir's brain: *Mental image of baby!jaskier*

Papa Vesemir: I must go! My adopted grandpup needs me! *yeets his hand embroidered "I'll Feed All You F**ks' apron and flies to the courtyard*

Coen and Lambert were just about to relax when Vesemir was suddenly there, looming over them. And if that wasn't bad enough, Geralt appeared barely a second later with an unhappy growl.

Lambert looked at Coen and knew he was thinking the exact same thing: Oh, we're f***ed!

Coen was lectured by Vesemir as his injuries were treated, while Lambert escaped the dressing down because he was considered an innocent bystander who'd tried to help. He spent his time helping Geralt clean up Jaskier's head wound and get him to drink a watered down healing potion to take care of his concussion.

Coen had limped in later, to see how he was doing, and found out that Geralt, Aiden, and Lambert all knew about Jaskier's feral side. They showed him their scars from their encounters, except for Lambert ( because his weren't in a place that he could exactly proudly display), and Aiden, who didn't have any scars because he had been present when Geralt had gotten his.

They then swore him to secrecy, as was the tradition now. Eskel would have to find out on his own not to f**k with the bard.

[emmatriarchy]

-slides u onlyarogue-

@onlyarogue

c'mere

Noon is a very nice person. I love her whole aesthetic and vibe. She gets Rogue, and she gives so much to her portrayal.

I wish I could say more about her other muses, but I haven't checked them yet ;) but my experience with her so far indicates that her other muses are also given much care, consideration, and love.

We haven't known each other for long at this point, but this is a follow I'm glad I did.

[quillheel]

CHARACTER AESTHETIC — BOLD /ITALICS WHAT APPLIES & REPOST

tagged by: @rebellionhearted , thank you sm!!!!!! <3 <3

tagging: @tenebriism / @tendercoded / @leuvspell / @gloryseized / @finalfronticr / @dreamjumps / @abyssembraced / @somnium-led / @stellaxincubo / @cicxdas / @adventuroushero / @playedbetter and anyone wearing glasses or a hair accessory today! multi's, do as thy wilt! do w/e muses u want!

SOUNDS.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries

VISUALS.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

SCENTS.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint handcream

SOUNDS.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries

VISUALS.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

SCENTS.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint handcream

[rebellionhearted]

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tagged by: @quickdeaths (thank you so much!! <333)

tagging: @quillheel / @rosecoloredmuses / @justiceburst / @tres-fidelis (for multimuses, choose whatever muse you'd like!)

Seika's Aesthetics.

SOUNDS.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries

VISUALS.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

SCENTS.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint handcream

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Manta Rays Above Us In The Open Sea I Wonder If You Think Of Me (νєαтвαℓℓ)

NPC/GUEST MUSE TAGS

Never Tasted As Sweet A Poison As You Have You're An Urge That Can Never Be Cured (αитσи)

I Know It's Difficult So I Will Be Patient (αяια∂иє)

It's High Noon When You Step Into The Pit It's A Monster's Ball And They're Digging A Ditch (вяι¢к)

I Never Learned To Read And I Never Learned To Cook (¢нαѕтιту)

Strip Off The Weight Of Mortality And Check It At The Door (fαвιєи)

I Don't Think I'm Right And I Know It's Not Fair (ιмєℓ∂α)

I Won't Miss This I Won't Blow It You Know It! (мαяαвυѕ)

This Ain't Build A Bitch I'm Filled With Flaws And Attitude (мιѕѕ qυιqυι)

Girls Get Angry Too I'm A Samurai Princess I'll Smash You (иιкινα)

Smoke And Mirrors And Everything Nice (яσ¢к)

VERSE TAGS

V: No Matter Where You've Been Or Who You Are If It Doesn't Kill You It's Sure To Leave A Horrible Scar - Human/Pre-Death Verse - This applies to the demons as their Human Verse and the Sinners as their Alive Verse.

V: Got No Money But It's Always Always Sunny Honey - Younger Verse - Child/Teen Verses for my muses

V: I Was Made For Loving You Baby You Were Made For Loving Me - Ostello Lives Verse. Ostello and Valentino are still together, and Ostello lets Val do as he pleases with other people as long as he comes back to him at the end of the day. Their marriage is open and Val is free to do whatever he wants for the most part.

V: Says Now We're Having Fun Give Me All Your Love I'll Never Get Enough - Broken Verse - Tino is not in charge of anything, and is kept as a pretty pet in this verse. He travels dimensions.

V: I Am A Hostage To My Own Humanity Self Detained And Forced To Live In This Mess I've Made - Fallen!Adam AU - After he was killed by Niffty, Adam was thoroughly made unholy by his actions both leading up to his death and in Heaven knowing what he was doing behind the scenes in secret. He appeared in Hell unrecognizable enough that he can skate by without being noticed, but he is one of a very select few Sinners with wings that resemble angelic (but frayed) wings. VERSE DEPENDENT: He crashed, fully on fire, into Lucifer's living room when he spawned in Hell.

V: Tell Me Which One Is Worse Living Or Dying First? - Godhood AU - Valentino and Velvette-centric God AU based on This

AU Verses With @strangeandun-muse-ual

V: You Hate 'Cause I'm A Rockstar A Pretty Little Problem - Rockstar AU

V: I'll Be Your Cheap Slut Savior - Scamverse AU

V: He Is The Drug That You Hate To Crave And I Am The Liar You Made To Praise - Crime Husbands Good End AU

V: Under These Circumstances Every Heartbeat's Criminal - Crime Husbands True End AU

V: I Wanna Give You My Heart So You Can Beat It Up - Crime Husbands Bad End AU

V: Do You Love Me? Yes No Maybe I'll Be Seeing Hades Soon - Voxdes and Persephetino AU

V: Haunt Me Haunt Me Like You Used To I Love You Most When You Scare Me To Death - Ghost Husband Verse

V: Sin Was On His LIps As He Twisted His HIps - Incubus!Valentino Verse

V: The Smell Of Flowers Was So Thick And Sickly Sweet I Felt Like I Might Choke To Death - Hanahaki Variant Of Mainverse

V: Girls With Tattoos Who Like Getting In Trouble - Genderbent Verse

V: Took Them By Surprise Worked My Way Uphill - College AU

V: Sharks Green With Envy They Wonder What You See In Me - Mermaid!Valentino AU

V: Every Kiss And Every Word They Were Bullets Spraying Hazardly From Lips - Royal AU

V: If I Had Something To Say To You I'd Whisper It Softly - Smut Writer!Era AU

V: Bleed The Neon From The Bite Marks - Werewolf!Emil/Vampire!Era Verse

V: I Know My Girlfriend Is A Witch - Summoned Chaz/Human Velvette Verse

V: Do You Wanna Party Malibu Barbie? - Sugar Baby!Valentino Verse

V: I'm Going Crazy Little Tiny Hollywood Baby - Actors VoxTelloTino AU

V: I Tried On Your Lipstick I Thought I Looked Pretty But You Didn't Care No 'Cause You're Always Busy - Actor!Val, Producer!Vox Verse

V: Cast Into Darkness They Would Be Damned For Being A Man Holding Hands - Fallen Angel Adam AU

V: Push Me Along And Leave Me So Desperate And Ravenous I'm So Weak And Powerless Over You - Mobwife Valentino AU

AU Verses With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons, and @strangeandun-muse-ual

V: The Successful Removal Of You Would Probably Kill Me Too - Vox Dying Verse

V: Everybody Needs A Little Trouble - "Teenverse"/Humanverse

V: Tell Me Tell Me That We Will Never See Tomorrow - "Teenverse"/Humanverse Zombie AU

AU Verses With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons

V: A Psalm In Napalm Abandon All Hope But Try To Stay Calm - Velvette Abducts Lucifer Verse

AU Verses With @erthlyheavn

V: I Go Out Of My Way Everyday Just Hoping That I'll Catch You Walking Down The Street - Human Verse MothMaid AU

V: It's Not A Love Song But You're Alright - Human Verse

AU Verses With @helluvaxhazbin

V: I'll Tell Uncle Rocko To Call Off The Guys With The Crowbars - Moxxie stayed with the mob AU

AU Verses With @seven-circlllxs

V: Gotta Get Your Fix Down In Hollywood - Splitscreen Verse

AU Verses With @voxiiferous

V: See Every Time You Turn Around They’re Screaming Your Name - Modern Human AU

EVENT TAGS

E: On Thursdays We Break Up - Extended Break-Up Event With @strangeandun-muse-ual's Vox and Valentino

E: Down With Vox - Event Thread With @strangeandun-muse-ual, @winters-club, and @infernal-feminae

E: Aggressive Positivity - Flash Open Event With @dont-take-shxt-from-other-demons

E: The Great Moth Off - Should Valentino or Mothman be @voxiiferous' boyfriend? Open Event

MY BLOGS/MUSES TAGS

Say What You Wanna But I'm Here To Stay 'Cause I'm A Mean Ole Lion (Cash & Barbie)

It's Never A Whisper It's Always A Scream A Promise We Made To Kill The Time Between (Valentino & Legiondario)

I Hate The Way The Townspeople Gather Outside They Hang On Every Breath (Vick & Valentino)

They Let Ole Al Out Of The Jail And The Man Who Paid His Bail Was Waitin' On Al To Chop Some More (Alastor ♡ Angel Dust)

The Dinosaurs Will Turn To Dust They'll Die Because We Say They Must (Alastor ♡ Nifty)

There's Someone Lurking Inside Of You That Someone Is Me (Alastor ♡ Valentino)

I'll Be Damned If I See You With Some Other Man If I Cannot Have You Then Nobody Can (Athan ♡ Ozzie)

Candlelit Loneliness I Lay On Your Side Of The Bed (Baetyl ♡ Andrealphus)

We Keep The Party Moving Till We Drink The Last Drop (Beelzebub ♡ Ozzie)

Eat With Your Hands It's Fine I'm On The Menu (Beelzebub ♡ Valentino)

Just Try And Nibble On My Biscuits And My Rainbow Cake (Beelzebub ♡ Velvette)

She's Like What'd You Say? We'll Just Let Our Bodies Translate (Chazz ♡ Barbie)

The Whole World Was Watching And Laughing On The Day That I Crashed And Burned At Your Feet (Erasmo ♡ April)

Wait Your Turn You're Greedy I Hear You (Mammon ♡ Fizzarolli)

Don't Use Him Or You'll Always Need To Feel Ozzie's Loving Little Lamb (Mammon ♡ Ozzie)

You Give Me Your Number I Call You Up You Act Like Your Pvssy Don't Interrupt (Mammon ♡ Valentino)

But The Best Story That I Could Ever Tell Is The One Where I Am Growing Old With You (Ostello ♡ Valentino)

She Says She's Gonna Break My Nose If I Don't Behave Next Week (Paimon ♡ Barbie)

My Baby's Got A Fucked Up Head It Doesn't Matter 'Cause He's So Damn Good In Bed (Summer ♡ Valentino)

The Pill I Keep Takin' The Nightmare I Wake In There's Nothin' No Nothin' But You (Valentino ♡ Angel Dust)

Erase Me So You Don't Have To Face Me Put Me In The Ground And Mow The Daisies (Valentino ♡ Chaz)

Don't Take It Personal You Know It's Just The Way I Roll (Valentino ♡ Nifty)

You'll Fall Down A Hole That's The One Place In This World That We Both Know (Valentino 💔 Ostello)

Just Your Typical Hardcore Casual Sex We're Single But We're Lovers Crazy For Each Other (Valentino ♡ Ozzie)

Let's Dig Up My Ex (Velvette ♡ Ian)

You Will Pace Around Your Cage And Wait For Night To Come (Velvette ♡ Valentino)

You Provide The Envy And I’ll Provide The Spite (Velvette ♡ Vick)

He's Sweet As Pie But If You Break His Heart He'll Turn Cold As A Freeze (Vick ♡ Valentino)

Cocaine Can't Do It Like You Do It To Me (Vick ♡ Velvette ♡ Valentino)

Darling You Love All The Drama 'Cause You're Never Bored I Am Forever Yours (Vox ♡ Valentino)

& TAGS (SPECIFIC)

Friendship Tags With @trumpet-hah

DGAF's And No Regrets Happy Hour Starts At Five (Barbie & Fizzarolli)

Friendship Tags With @strangeandun-muse-ual

Just Tell Me That You Need Me And Stay Right Here With Me (Erasmo & Missy)

History Shows Again And Again How Nature Points Out The Folly Of Men (Zeezi & Vox)

Friendship Tags With @hisslord

Yes I Know Who You Are But I Just Don't Care (Alastor & Angel Dust)

Do Not Befriend Your Food (Alastor & Vaggie)

We Are More Alike Than We Think We Are (Angel Dust & Vaggie)

A Motherly Instinct (Mimzy & Vaggie)

She May Be Crazy But She's Fine To Me (Nifty & Vaggie)

Friendship??? Tag With @spidrboots

I Don't Want Your Cruel Melody (Valentino & Angel Dust)

Friendship Tags With @seven-circlllxs

Our Soul Is The Whole Of The Law (Adam & Lute)

SHIPPING TAGS (SPECIFIC)

[marblecarved]

your muse's aesthetics as the times of the day.

bold or italicize what applies to your muse. please repost, don't reblog ! credit.

midnight: soft eyes, tired faces, empty coffee cups, witty jokes and banter, sad smiles, sagging statures, sweaters in abundance, wild plans, good grades.

dawn: soft makeup palettes, quiet words, pastel paintings, dainty laughter, inside jokes, younger siblings, morning people, fancy teas, swishy skirts.

noon: "too bright", large smiles, loud, infectious laughter, sunflowers, denim, hands hiding in pockets, cigarettes, okay grades, napping under trees, pointing out constellations, bucket hats and bandannas.

dusk: falling asleep, cozy video games, writing essays hyped on caffeine, blankets and pillows, lofi music, floral/botanical print fabric, jewel tones, flannel, wet grass, daydreams, taking notes.

twilight: books, endless notebooks, astrology obsessions, english degree, hot cocoa by the fireplace, cold nights, snowfalls, cold hands, stage fright, drama/theater, large rooms with high ceilings, large dreams, drapery curtains.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you'd like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this !

[inkkrp]

✦ ⠀ ⋮ ⠀ we're opening .ᐟ we did it! we made 20 accepted applications on our first day! huge shout out to our starting community for getting us there and being just as excited as we are for ink! this means that we will be opening our rp officially, soon. how soon, you may ask? really freakin' soon! we plan to open the rp this coming monday, january 15th.

we will be introducing accounts in two waves: one in the afternoon and one in the evening est. if you follow the mod account and react to the introductory message by noon est, we will add you in the first afternoon wave. anyone after that will be introduced in the second wave later that evening. we will then add muses daily for the first week and go to our normal schedule posted on tumblr and mewe after that.

✦ ⠀ ⋮ ⠀ tumblr reserves .ᐟ now that the first day is done and the influx of membership should be steady, we will post new accepted reserves and applications and denials normally. the masterlist is updated daily as well.

✦ ⠀ ⋮ ⠀ our first ac .ᐟ we're wasting no time with our first ac. because of when we are opening the rp and the fact that our ac dates start the following day, we have decided to open with an ac in place. we want everyone to settle in and get comfortable, but we want an active, healthy rp as well. we think you'll find our ac is manageable and flexible and therefore will have no problem meeting it at the end of the month when it ends.

✦ ⠀ ⋮ ⠀ our first prompt .ᐟ each ac, we are also posting a creative prompt so we can get inspired from your muses while also learning about them. we're hoping this is a collective creative space that is fun and vibrant and gets those muse juices flowing for everyone in it so start thinking about some aesthetics, quotes, palettes, songs, or anything else that screams your muse. (each prompt posted can be used as the third additional item to complete the ac!)

✦ ⠀ ⋮ ⠀ our first event .ᐟ we will have our first event in february, and of course, it's going to be a valentine's day event. we have a couple ideas brewing so no spoilers as of yet; it's just something to look forward to!

[bestworstcase]

@spinner335

(general lore musing) does the Wolf not allow people to be unmade as they (both the Wolf and the person) want to be? The only non Splinter name we know of is Coelle, who drowned herself. Maybe the Wolf doesn’t let them have oblivion, because it cannot achieve it. Hurting them by denying them what they desire and can achieve unlike it.  Hmmm do you think the Wolf sponsors the creation of the Great Bell that Tolls the Ending of the Hours? Hmm do you think if one part of a dyad commits the crime, both parties transform, because they are so fundamentally linked?

CONSPIRACY GUY DOT GIF. fuck ok. 

cliff notes

key texts – cultsim:

mausoleum of wolves (full expedition text + all non-random loot incl. velshorn inscriptions; note every book pertains to the lithomachy, not the intercalate) 

tower revek (full expedition text + all non-random loot; note 1. exile description for bitterblack salt is "pinch of this goes up like lightning-struck thermite" and 2. the wolf-divided’s tarot is the tower, depicted traditionally as a tower or a tree struck by lightning)

orthos wood (full expedition text + all non-random loot)

keglin’s scratch (full expedition text + all non-random loot + medium’s remnant, wolfshead, which provides the splendid memory)

chateau raveline (expedition text matters more than the loot but note the cinnabar amulet and greydawn oil)

a star-shattered fane (full expedition text + non-random loot; tangentially relevant, this is where the forge shattered the flint)

rite of the beast’s division + rite of the rebel striving

lore: exile edge (neutral/wolf path, note that the foe considers beidde a name of the colonel but he’s wrong, beidde is the wolf’s + lionsmith’s shattered mysteries). winter. forge. illuminate mysteries (lantern 14). formulae ophidian (knock 10). anthic elaborations (grail 12). 

influences: all moth. all forge. all winter. 

tools: dappled mask. cinnabar amulet. meteoric bullet, beidde’s blade. all winter tools (note connection suggested in TLA between bone flute and the sea specifically). kingskin bodhrán. 

various priest dreams/scars and sermons. various mainline cultist dreams. various dancer sendings and balance ending. 

book of hours skills – i cannot possibly list all of them but these are the most crucial:

sky stories, sea stories, wolf stories, snow stories. rhyme & remembrance, anbary & lapidary(note anbary means ‘lightning’), preliminal meter, sights & sensations, quenchings & quellings, ragged crossroads, putrefactions & calcinations, hill & hollow, transformations & liberations, sickle & eclipse (note mirroring with sky: matters of balance, necessity and rebuke vs matters of balance, harmony and necessity). 

basically every nectar skill but we don’t have time for the calyptra tangent rn 

most craftable items and memories using these skills, and patterns therein. 

book of hours Things and Rooms (most crucial items only)

xanthotic and iotic essence (NOTE MELANCTHE’S HERETICAL "TRUE FORGE OF DAYS" BIT on iotic)

as above, so below painting. bust of st melancthe

hall of division + mirrors + eva and abraham painting. desk: eva. pale chamber. all of gullscry tower. 

all of nina lagasse’s paintings but especially rose, sky, winter (note that nina lagasse is 1. a name of the wolf, 2. ninegala of lagash, 3. probably nyn, and 4. possibly the fucking postmistress)

stymphlings. eva’s bust. 

books, a selection as concise as i can make it in addition to the ones found in the vaults listed above:

eva’s treasury. one hundred and eight. ettery after. lady eva’s repose. a pale lady and a prince of wines. the crossing to noon. to a pale lady.

a child’s treasury of golden afternoons (+ numen and archaeologist endings). the velletri interviews. wakefield papers 1902: skolekosophy.

towards a fundamental aesthetic, both editions (+numens and endings)

black nephrite. a true history of valentine dewulf. 

the other eye of the serpent

shuritic book of suns (+ numen)

the sun disfigured (+ numen)

in the mountains…, observations on the peacock door. nyn’s cages. the scar in the sky. the sky in the scar. 

the lion and the glass, each flame his fuel, the focus of amber. 

an investigation of a foundered country. 

a tower rises. a tower falls. 

on the white. 

the black, white, & red books of brittany

chione at abydos 

five creations. (+from nowhere origin determination which gives sky/forge)

the dream of the conspiracy of the lower skies. a catalogue of uncharted pleasures. 

basically all incidents/visitors but yvette, connie, serena, coseley, mopsy, and bancroft are worth paying particular attention to. 

<- this is a non-inclusive and fairly conservative list. read everything!!!

two things to keep in mind: 1. any time you see a reference to ‘twins’ or twinning, it is either the sister-and-witch OR the entity cygnifer refers to as the joined serpent; 2. the serpent is lightning is melancthe’s "true forge of days" (<- this is why anbary & lapidary can make everything it does) so you have to always be asking and which forge are you referring to. 

wheeze. ok. i’m not going to go through any of the analysis and corkboarding for all that and more but those are the core sources ANYWAY

the first two hours were sky (the monarch-at-the-crossroads, the thirty birds) and sea. birds of a feather, worms of a scale. gods-from-stone in between. the lithomachy and the intercalate are twin events—cyclical—a repeating pattern, this is a wolf thing. sea and sky were separated (<- the thritige-kind dreamed themselves out of nowhere and became sky, the primordial ocean opened like a mouth, speech the first wound etc) and sought to recombine. 

to do that,

sky stilled the winds which carried the moon around the sky. moon plummeted to earth and exploded—that’s the forge of days, a meteor a la chicxulub impact—inciting the lithomachy. sky/sea conjoined and ate each other and became one; the serpent, the wolf, the beast, the storm. it’s called the crime of the sky as in the crime the sky committed. (the elegiast and the beach-comber are gods-who-were-flesh, names of sky who ascended to hourhood in a similar manner to the solar hours after the lithomachy. sky is/was the black dove and white raven)

as above/so below is the serpent’s whole thing—as below (in nowhere), so above (in the mansus) and also as above (in the glory), so below (in the mansus)—there are always conjunctions in both directions.  this also seems to happen in time, as before/so again, which seems to mean that every…manifestation of sky/sea/wolf exists concurrently in some liminal way

(also the serpent’s mouth is the serpent gate / the spider’s door / the wrong door. hence why the great hooded princes were twinned when they passed through it. this is why the librarian can, for example, recite  sea’s enactments at the sea’s edge.)

ANYWAY. intercalate. the forge of days wanted union with the sun-in-splendour and instead divided him (although they did join through their proxies, swan king and sunset celia)—which which also divided the serpent for VARIOUS REASONS (<- mainly the forge of days is to sky as the swan king is to the forge and the sun-in-splendour is to sea as sunset celia was to the sun-in-splendour) and that. caused the wolf-divided (as above) and snow (so below). gestures vaguely at wolf-snow. the sun was never interred in the mausoleum of wolves because the mausoleum was not built for the sun-in-splendour. it was built for the wolf. 

clutches head. anyway the chandler is/will be a wolf spider and she both does and does not exist already (as the rising spider. dawn. rising spider. dawn. rising–) but when she does become it will be through the conjunction of snow and the wolf-divided. this is—laughs helplessly—the seven amira zahra prophesies in ‘the time of division’…

The Sun will be divided that it might not sire children. Still its children shall be Four in number and its children shall be Seven in number and its children shall also be Numberless. The Numberless shall open the way for the Seven, and the Seven shall consume the Four...'

the four are the solar hours (sun-in-rags, meniscate, madrugad, flowermaker). the seven are sky, sea, serpent/wolf, wolf-divided, snow, rising spider, chandler. the various possible outcomes of the second dawn ALL depend on precisely in what configuration the seven coagulate into one again which is out of scope for the cliff notes but i’ve made charts about it. 

teresa galmier is a name of the chandler btw that’s why she has rose aspect. good end chandler’s aspects will be winter / rose / moon / knock / lantern. bad end is winter / forge / lantern / knock / edge. low red sun chandler is… probably… grail instead of winter and nectar (blood) instead of edge but i’m still very iffy on how precisely those conjunctions are expressed. regardless,

if you’re interested in the wolf-divided play through the archaeologist librarian sometime. they broke into a tomb—quite possibly the mausoleum of wolves—and got themself haunted by a wolf-splinter. see also the barrowchild’s elegies, where the condition is described as ‘the avidity of trist,’ and note the description of trist: despairing and everything to do with dread in cultsim. 

anyway. aside from the splinters these are the names of the wolf that we know of:

coelle the flower-girl (cinnabar memorial, drowned herself, "not the first and will not be the last")

ninegala / nyn / nina (cultsim, dream with health, dread: "In the land of the two rivers, in the days of Rimush and of Naram-Sin, there were stories told of a howling woman who devoured the children of other mothers. Last night there was a howling in my dreams." <- not the mother of ants, although she’s also the child of two rivers; mother of ants hales from ectbana, the historical references here indicate lagash. nyn wrote the scar in the sky, which is the wolf-word written once on each page, and came to regret it; nina lagasse’s paintings convinced julian coseley to change his mind regarding husher, who ascended under snow)

beidde.

eva dewulf.

in order to become a name, you emulate the enactments of an hour—because hours who share aspects often overlap so closely, enactments are the surest way to determine who is a name of whom. 

take beidde. the foe believes he’s the colonel’s name. the colonel’s enactments are to be blind, to be scarred, to not be denied. here’s what we know about beidde:

Beidde’s Lesson

Biedde said: 'Blood can be replenished. Time cannot.' Biedde knew what he was about. 

Beidde’s Blade

A cut from this blade will not cease bleeding until the wound is healed. One account has it that Biedde was a knife-collecting surgeon-highwayman in eighteenth-century Toulouse. Another claims Biedde is only the bastardisation of an Arabic word for 'mosquito'.

or

One account has it that Biedde is a bastardised Arabic word for 'mosquito'. But my Foe used to number Biedde among the Colonel's Names.

first, obvious problem is the colonel’s scarring versus beidde’s bleeding. mosquito. wounds that bleed without ceasing until they heal. a surgeon-highwayman. (again resisting the calyptra tangent but: the wolf is the white flower of calyptra and snow in particular is heavily, heavily associated with vampirism. it’s the intersection of sea’s grail + snow’s winter) – so beidde doesn’t have any clear connection to the colonel’s enactments. 

but the wolf-divided is he unmaketh, he unmaketh, and at the last, he unmaketh. beidde was a "mosquito," a surgeon, and a highwayman—blood-letting others to sustain oneself, cutting into others to remove and remake what ails them, ending lives. three different kinds of unmaking. (also: surgeries & exsanguinations skill discusses the sanguine exception, which is "every door also opens the other way" and is one of calyptra’s key tenets.)

which brings us to eva dewulf. 

here are the facts:

she was a skolekosophist and a herpetologist specifically; her book ‘eva’s treasury’ offers lessons in anbary & lapidary, ‘one hundred eight’ pentiments & precursors, and ‘ettery after’ (which she DID write) is a parable about calyptra generally and the crime of the sky specifically. (=rule of tincture is the allegory for the crime, there), so she knew inks of containment. 

she taught her father valentine how to hatch stymphlings AND she—contra in-universe speculation about dealings with reckoners—likely had the requisite skill to draw year-tallies herself. rhyme & remembrance can hatch stymphlings, render essential periost, and draw year-tallies using periost, and it can be learnt from ‘lady eva’s repose.’ snow stories can also make all three, though there’s no obvious direct connection to eva.

her father valentine knew serpents & venoms techniques (<- implying this was the method eva taught him for hatching stymphlings; see ‘the republic of teeth’). he knew wolf stories (‘black nephrite’), which can render periost and produce a wormwood dream using a stymphling. 

the remaining books about eva teach lessons in sea stories and pearl & tide. the technique for removing chionic theoplasma (…snow’s influence) from books is the “dewulf method” credited to gideon or eva, requires 7 heart, easiest with quenchings & quellings but possible with inks of containment. 

the shadow in the stair tenebrous, the entity ernestine peterhans called the donkerling? name of the blackbone (it’s the thing that possessed lady nonna), and the blackbone is a) mentioned in relation to the moon and eva/snow in the crossing to noon, b) probably similar in relation to sea as the elegiast is to sky, cast-off bones picked clean of flesh, and c) with greater certainty, the "so below" conjunction of the velvet (black flower of calyptra)

meaning eva dewulf grew up with a very chatty name of something that used to be an emanation of the sea as, essentially, a family pet. 

valentine visited fermier abbey—which i’m fairly certain is the monastery of the fifth cup, the library of the watchman’s tree patronized by the mare-in-the-tree, who is the name-emanation of the wheel from whom the line of antaios arose—anyway he went there and started having nightmares about the wheel and the second dawn. eventually he jumped, or fell, from the top of gullscry tower and washed up three days later. eva was the last to see him alive, and refused to say anything of their final conversation but that he’d begun to fear the sun. 

four years later, her fiancée abraham wheelock fails to show up for the wedding. eva leaves london, he washes up three days later with his face eaten by birds and (forged) letters on his person implicating him as a spy. this has eyebrow-raising similarities to the account of eva’s history-twin, eva de braoise, in ‘us rocashaas.’ the painting of abraham and eva from a year prior is splashed with yewgall ink. 

eva’s only (acknowledged) son, sebastian, is the captain of the hms kerisham, lost with all hands during the seven years war, likely the battle in quiberion bay in 1759. eva would have been 57-58 at the time; her illegitimate daughter (by franklin bancroft) would have been nine. 

within a year of sebastian’s ship sinking, eva drowned herself and her twin infant granddaughters and was never seen again, but rumors abound. 

TLA slaps the goddamned lightning-struck tower down after everett sends his earthquake. that lighthouse is of the serpent. exile fogfire point, another lighthouse, is haunted by the wolf-divided’s shadow. upcoming book of hours DLC house of light concerns ‘the lighthouse institute,’ which seems to interest the second dawn, and the tagline is “only twins drown twice.” 

mausoleum of wolves describes the sound of the wolf’s howl on the wind as like the tearing of metal in a ship’s hull. as above/so below. 

from coelle, we know there’s a connection between names of the wolf and drownings. yvette southey is the descendant of eva’s illegitimate child and her remarks in, like, all of her visits screams this connection quite loudly; most notable is the forgivable debt (reckoner war in kaunus, which is a place of power for the wolf—she speculates on how eva got her hands on extra years) and the particular mystique:

'Funniest thing. I keep getting speaking invitations from this odd little outfit: 'Church of the Ivory Dawn'. And, well, you'll laugh, Librarian…' 'They've made up their minds I'm their appointed leader. I've made up my mind I'm not, but they're pretty insistent. They've got a bee in their bonnet about my family folklore...' 'You know that immortals - Long - can't have children. Bad things happen if they try. What if a, hm, pre-immortal had children? Would there be anything special about those? Ivory Dawn likes to think so. I like to think not. And if I say anything more about that, I'll start to feel like a fool. Thanks, Librarian.'

…basically spells it out. (the chandler is very, very strongly associated with ivory. so is snow. by the way.) 

everything we know about eva dewulf’s history is a precise description of how she did the wolf-divided’s enactments, influenced by her knowledge of sea and the serpent courtesy of the donkerling: he unmaketh (she kills her father and releases her brother from the cage valentine kept him in), he unmaketh (she kills her fiancée, utterly destroys his face and ruins his good name), and at the last, he unmaketh (her son’s ship is lost with all hands and she drowns herself and her grand-twins in the year her daughter—who does not carry the dewulf name—turns nine; note the rhyme here with the rite of the beast’s division, "the assistant's name is taken from them in a place, or on an occasion, of power; and they are divided into nine parts.")

…and her name literally means eve of the wolf. lol

(bancroft is still around too—he turns up during numa sometimes—so she and him circumvented the crime of the sky by, as yvette notes, having their child before either of them went long. but there are other ways)

the wolf has interesting associations with caer ys / kerisham—and with morgen and rowena, consequently, on this see sea stories and serpent root as well as their real-world mythological counterparts—obviously the sea-serpent devoured/drowned ys and if the city unbuilt is built in ys, it has a foundation-stone of amber (<- shared between the watchman, the sister-and-witch, and the serpent). and obv eva’s son’s ship was the hms kerisham, which is… not a safe thing to call a ship in this world and i hope the blackbone enjoyed her meal after the wolf-divided ripped the hull open, i guess. bfrhdjdjs

the secret is that the wolf-divided (and snow) are albedo—the white flower—separation, purification—and so unmaketh unmaketh unmaketh is about that moreso than annihilation; the wolf-divided hates because he is in agony but sating his hunger will bring him peace, and that’s the serpent (past) / the chandler (future). <- hence the serpent being the true forge of days. he’s, in a literal sense, the ragged crossroads. and the eclipse (<- often evoked not by name but by implied occlusion of the madrugad by the meniscate, as in purging witchworm contamination or purifications & exaltations. which is why you can use that skill, and only that skill, to make torgue’s cleansing with prentice sky. "The Corrivality manifests even in the operations of the Sun." <- the skill commits name the madrugad and the meniscate but the skill itself is a quote from george "kept a name of the chandler locked in a box in the basement until it smote him and everyone else in the gaol" collers.) 

so the wolf (in all its manifestations) is an agent of cyclical change, death-rebirth-life, and the wolf-divided is an aspect who was violently sundered and seeks vengeance / release from torment, and snow is his dyad—not edge but i believe her aspects are winter/forge ('Fire', I once read, 'is the winter that warms and the spring that consumes.' - note the description for wolf-snow) and she’s the aspect who was altered by death but endures and waits without regret, although—as solomon husher says—she will not wait forever.

(snow as in winter snow. but also snow as in marine snow; hence, a union of sky and sea. she’s in juxtaposition with the blackbone in a similar way. hence, "'Here is your paint,' whispered the Wolf to the Pale Girl. 'Here is your knife-for-scraping. And here is your face.'" <- chione and the wolf. the elegiast doesn’t have a monopoly on winter-hours interested in painters.)

wrapping back to the rwby secret histories au: salem’s a name of the wolf-divided for the same reasons eva is, killed her father killed and was killed by her lover and they killed their children together. and the drownings. ozma follows a similar path as the elegiast (onetime name of the sky, shed his flesh) but ends up a name of snow rather than ascend to hourhood in his own right by virtue of being, to put it gently, a lackey of the calyptra. 

can’t stop pondering the fascinating crime of the sky implications of edge dyad ozlem

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Missed Connections ch 2

The morning after Castiel was supposed to leave, he texts his best friends for some moral support. Their support is maybe a little more immoral, but that's what friends are for, right? They also have a suggestion that might just work.

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The next day, Castiel woke with another pounding headache a little past ten in the morning. This one could be attributed to the whiskey he’d consumed the previous night while packing up Michael’s few belongings strewn about his apartment. Stumbling to the bathroom, he tossed back a couple Advil with a glass of water, then got into the shower. He let the drumming water ease his tense muscles and rolled his neck slowly, sighing as the heat soaked into him.

He began to wash his hair and mused that maybe now he'd let it grow out, just a touch. Michael had–

Castiel shook his head angrily.

Michael was in the past and deserved to rot there. Castiel scooped up his shower gel and began to ruthlessly scrub at his body until his skin was pink and tingling from his efforts. Sighing heavily, he rinsed off and used conditioner, letting the water beating on his shoulders drive all the thoughts from his head.

A short while later, he was dressed in a pair of jeans that were nearly shredded at the knees and a t-shirt Michael had called crass thanks to the cartoonish image of a heart and an eggplant on the front and forbidden him to wear around him. Flipping his ex off mentally, he was ready to at least consider breakfast. Not wanting to be alone, he texted his best friends, Meg and Balthazar, asking them to meet him at their usual breakfast haunt, even if it was closer to noon. Benny's had the best all-day breakfast around, and Castiel was craving eggs and chorizo.

When his phone chirped with a video chat request from Meg, he groaned. Knowing better than to try to ignore her, he dropped to sprawl on his couch and answered. She was mid-sentence to someone in the background–presumably Balth–and tucking herself into a black lacy bra. Castiel rolled his eyes. He could appreciate Meg aesthetically, but the way she and Balth didn’t seem to care about either of them flashing him occasionally drove him crazy.

Michael had hated it.

Castiel smirked at the memory, feeling cheered already. Meg whipped her long, dark curls over her shoulder and waved off Balth, who sauntered through the background. Castiel mused that he could appreciate that view, as Balth bent to pull on a pair of what looked like tight floral briefs.

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