#;;musing: esdras

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@magioffire

The Gleaming of the Blade, Christian J. Collier

[viktorgf]

—MUTUAL CATCH UP 🫶🏻❤️‍🔥

tagged by @lavampira ❤️‍🔥 @pitchmoss ❤️‍🔥 and @pinkfey my angels i am usually so bad at these but we move i was feeling talkative this evening 🫶🏻

LAST SONG: had to be psalm—daniel olsén cs airbuds also has been putting me on blast about it with the “27 times on repeat!” like. okay. thanks.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: interview w the vampire, the show 🤩 it’s pretty fucked up (affectionate) so far i am vibing

THREE SHIPS: okay don’t @ me i’m gonna blasphemous post— esdras/perpetua is. uhh. yeah. slay. it makes me crazy i have spoken at nauseum abt it. then it’s probably a good orin/minthara cs i just saw crazy art ie: recency bias, and fuckin. idk. and then also blood/weave and i am NOT letting that go into that tag but that ship kinda makes me laugh i guess. idk i don’t ship who are u people

FAVORITE COLOR: i love a good neon blue/ultraviolet combo. i also like pink and emerald green uwu

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: baldur’s gate content through osmosis cs i’m still in act one

FIRST SHIP: brother i have no earthly idea actually genuinely

PLACE OF BIRTH: in the middle of new jersey

CURRENT LOCATION: sigh. i’m still here. alternative answer: in the mind palace

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single and as much as i want to not be i think i can’t handle being perceived as anything other than a being and not a person #derealization

LAST MOVIE: my friend dragged me to go see lisa frankenstein and it was really fun (affectionate) but also a mess (derogatory)

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: putting together a pinterest board for a baldur’s gate tav i had no business making cs i haven’t even come close to finishing my first ever playthrough 🫶🏻

tagging: @thedeadthree @haarleps @simply-jason @bethesdas @killerspinal @yrlietlanaevyss @rosayoro @scalpelsister @bloodofvalyria @benwishaw @ghostfvcker @oc-musings @teamhawkeye @gcthamqueen @ardberts @kirkwall @bearsgrove @druidgroves @newbordeaux and you!

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@theking-blackheart-muses continued from here

Esdras felt Zeus' gaze seep into him, the weight of it pressing into his very soul, a peculiar sensation, neither welcome nor entirely reviling. A strange warmth flooded his veins as if a cascade of ambrosia had been poured into him, igniting his senses.

He felt his cheeks heated under Zeus' keen eyes, a flush he attributed to the sweet nectar trickling down his throat, surely not to the Sky-Father's attention.

When Zeus moved closer, the intoxicating scent of summer thunderstorms enveloped Esdras, the scent he always associated with Zeus, wrapping around him like an ethereal mantle. He took an unconscious step backward, the heat of the god's presence too intense to bear. But Zeus' eyes held him in place. His heart pounded an uncertain rhythm, an arrhythmic symphony that resounded in his ears, drowning out the merriment around him. It was as if the world had shrunk, leaving only him and Zeus, the latter's voice a hypnotic echo that stirred a peculiar restlessness within him. A restlessness he did not understand, a restlessness he certainly did not want to understand.

"Lord Zeus," Esdras said, his voice cracking under the weight of the god's gaze. "I... I sense the gods' whispers, their silent doubts. My youth, my inexperience, it... it echoes in their jeers, their sidelong glances." His gaze brimmed with raw vulnerability, an intimate exposure he reserved only for Zeus. "They see me for who I am, a fledgling god yet to earn his feathers. My mother...," he paused, swallowing hard, "she was a Titaness born and yet proved herself in the war against her family. Proved herself to you. But I...I carry the taint of the old enemy in my veins, a scarlet stain that no laurel wreath can hide." The words hung heavy in the air, unsaid fears and doubts that had haunted him since his arrival to Mount Olympus.

"I apologize, my Lord; I didn't mean to impose on your time with my own insecurities. Perhaps I need more wine and see where the night leads."

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The Darkside #BradVonEsdras #style #simulationtheory #brad #von #esdras #muse #actor #cool https://www.instagram.com/p/BpvB5HFgbck/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1nhumycmor401

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@magioffire

FRANCES MOLINA, "O'DEATH" 'Church'

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we’re another multi-muse over here folks, with the addition of:

♁ Sparrow’s long-time friend Lupine, a dependable girl who knows what she’s doing ✹ the artist Sabian, who doesn’t know what he’s doing and prefers it that way! meddles in the sisters’ lives cause he’s fond of Lark and weird @ Sparrow ☪ Esdras de Grey, Sparrow’s uncle and benefactor growing up, rather distant but he checks on her regularly. an osteopathic physician. also Baron Grey de Rotherfield ◎ Nadire Nacar, Esdras’s adopted daughter and Sparrow’s childhood acquaintance. big fan of the underdogs, not good at the social thing ◗ Tylla de Grey, Esdras’s daughter and A Goblin ♠ Ephraimara Reis, as of yet unknown to the sisters but about to be tossed smack dab into their life. isolated from society, ignorant of the world, necromancer by birth, curious af

(this is a promo pls reblog if interested let us love ur kids!)

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@magioffire

Snapping sky, heat and rain and torrent sweep on that ozone edge of violence- I can only see release. Such tension aches in the blue. But now these gray backed clouds need not walk another step. And the static in the space between- when the jagged lash comes, it burns, finally, a boil to its seethe. My tongue is hungry as I try to catch the storm. Each drop is a cry of relief.

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The consecrated wrappings that cover and protect Esdras's body are the same as anyone else's' within the Legion save for one specific part: the wrappings that bind his hands are actually his sister's. They exchanged the cloth and then bound each other's hands in turn as a sign of their devotion to one another no matter the distance between them or any trial that might befall them.

Esdras will even swear by his, especially after his sister is gone from his sight. He might mention how his grasp never falters (whether he's wearing his gauntlets or not) or how the anointed oils never seem to dry across his palms, nor does it tear from wounds or burn under any surge of lightning that he might call forth and so on, because the soul of his sister is an unshakable thing and thus his own resolution remains steadfast and true. Their weapons and battles might differ but their connection remains unbroken in a myriad of ways.