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[ghcstgoth]

─    𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @nemesiseyes Enquanto alguns semideuses se esforçavam em avaliar os estragos causados pelo incêndio no pavilhão, Cassandra caminhava à margem do lago em busca de pistas, ou como ela não ousaria definir, fofocas sobre o ocorrido. Ela não tinha a menor intenção de compartilhar suas descobertas, e se satisfazia em apenas ser capaz de mapear o que havia acontecido. Com alguma sorte, aquilo a levaria ao culpado, e a filha de Melinoe nutria um intenso desejo em ser aquela colocaria as mãos no malfeitor. Cas não o fazia pelo desejo de ser vista como alguém respeitável, mas sim pela adrenalina da busca. — Você sabe que vou te achar, pequeno traidor. — Sussurou para si mesma, enquanto tentava recriar em sua mente toda a sequência dos eventos que levaram àquele cenário. ❝ whoever it is, they’ve got to go away or they’ll be killed. ❞ Ela não sabia se seus sussurros eram tão altos ou se o outro semideus era portador de uma audição excelente. Levemente frustrada por ter sido descoberta em sua empreitada, virou-se para ele, seu cenho franzido em uma expressão sincera de dúvida. — Você acha que ele ainda está aqui? Porque se estiver, gostaria de fazer as honras. — Claro, ela não era nenhuma psicopata homicida - ao contrário do indivíduo que procurava - e achava que o traidor seria muito mais útil vivo e íntegro o suficiente para dar informações sobre sua motivação. Mas parte dela concordava com Tadeu: era provável que neutralizar a ameaça fosse a melhor alternativa.

[ghcstgoth]

Como previsto, o filho de Perséfone realmente não se sentira ofendido com o comentário de Cas. Isso era bastante comum entre campistas com personalidades expansivas. Entretanto, a semideusa já tivera algumas discussões, no mínimo, interessantes com outros colegas que pediram opiniões similares. Ela costumava ser sincera, mas quase nunca ofendia alguém diretamente, a menos que se tratasse de um desafeto pessoal. — Acho que também estou acostumada com esse julgamento — riu baixo, assentindo à constatação do outro —, mas nem sempre tô no mood de intimidar. Agora, por exemplo, estava tentando desenhar. Preciso treinar, mas com tudo o que anda acontecendo, minha inspiração virou uma montanha-russa. — Estendeu o caderno em direção ao semideus, exibindo sua "obra" de forma breve. — Eu esganaria qualquer pessoa que se voluntariasse, mas acho que você não me atrapalha tanto pra isso. — Livrando-se dos materiais de desenho, encostou-se em uma pedra próxima, aproveitando para fitar o filho de Perséfone. — E o que você faz por aqui? Esse lugar tá parecendo um enterro. Não que isso seja ruim, é claro. — Indicou os grupos silenciosos que se se reuniam não muito longe dos dois. De certa forma, ela admirava os enterros dos humanos comuns, especialmente os que terminavam em festa.

O semideus tinha uma leve sensação de que não estava sendo a melhor companhia naquele exato momento, pois estava falando pelos cotovelos. Sabia que o ideal era que permanecesse em silencio, admirasse a beleza do local, mas não pode evitar de fazer perguntas para a outra semideusa e quando se deu conta já tinha começado uma interação com ela. “Você não é a primeira que me fala isso”, respondeu. O filho de Perséfone estava acostumado com comparações como aquela, ou com pessoas falando sobre seu jeito simpático e benevolente de ser. Aquele era um efeito típico que causava nas pessoas. “Você tem cara de ser durona, o tipo de pessoa que sabe intimidar alguém quando preciso”, Cassandra aparentava ser dona de uma personalidade forte. “E eu diria que, nesse momento, sua vontade deve ser de me esganar por eu estar te atrapalhando”, comentou, indicando com a cabeça o desenho em que a filha de Melinoe vinha tentando fazer. 

[thefloatingstone]

Opinions in the chat tonight

In my mind's eye, while Gortash is grilling him and asking if he's fully dominated by the elder brain again, The Emperor is sitting in the interrogation room like this

[petitsdieu]

( c ) 𝒇𝒕. @houseofwisteria

He takes the orange and all that it means, without a second guess. Ecstatic? Understatement. She warms, tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth, until she allows exhale—

❛ You would, wouldn't you? ❜

[fleshofthelamb]

I believe all types of mc playstyle enjoyers will have a good time with flesh of the lamb. you can be a powerful divine being. you can be traumatized and cope with it in all sorts of ways. you can be a loser. or all three!!

[puppyfriedrice]

I don't answer DMs to strangers unless you tip me!

If you're under 26 I don't want you in my DMs for anything other than sending me memes or for sfw conversation. We can talk fandom and writing! You can tip me and reblog my stuff but my DMs are not for you.

Please respect my comfort boundaries! I'm not going to talk sexy/flirt with people under 26 !!

You can follow me and comment all you want, you can send in asks! Just don't expect to get to know me privately you are NOT special.

Over 26- If you tip my cashapp or Kofi with your Tumblr name and THEN DM me I'll respond to your "hey" and that's all you get. If you can't keep up a conversation with me you're literally wasting my time I'm NOT looking for a feedee or relationship of any kind outside friends.

People who ignore this will be blocked after a warning I'm sick of seeing "hey" and "please feed me" and "am I big enough?" In my inbox from people I've never even interacted with.

[yume-fanfare]

Not sure if you read izumi's center event but i wanted to bring you the torikasa just in case you havent🙏

!!! i haven't! i really have to do a knights marathon before the climax, im rather behind

this is such a funny mental image though he just ran off. breaking rules and the student council is going to scold you? hit the bricks! its like

[motel-gothic]

In my head it's like hell And yet you want me still

[touchbased]

"i've been thinking." speaks into the quite space between them, as she recovers from yet another orgasm. (he's getting much better at eating her out, and she has half a mind to procure some kind of medal for him.) turns her head slightly to face him, pausing to admire how beautifully wrecked he looks. "are you sure you want to have actual sex? because oral is one thing, but you seem like the kind of guy that should lose it to a longterm girlfriend, or something." flushes a little, turning to face the ceiling again. "which is totally normal and valid, just not... what i am to you." / @thcophagy

[perikocak]

location: somewhere on the beach

status: closed for @noaandreas

"I'd say sorry, Daddy, I've been bad but—" a hand twirled irreverently through the air— "wrong religion and all of that."

Peri wasn't sure how long they'd been stretched out in the sand (no blanket, because she was never that great at fully fledged plans) but the sky had gone dark as ink, broken up only by a smattering of long dead stars. It was at least midnight, if she had to guess.

Which made sense considering how much they had to catch up on.

This was their third weekly vent-sesh and she'd just finished explaining to Noa exactly how she came into possession of Greg, her cat (ie: crawling through a window in Nashville in an act of catnapping, then running like hell). It was a funny story, no doubt, but mostly shared in avoidance of the big stuff. The hard stuff. The 'internally I now identify as broken glass' stuff.

Those were the moments she still kept chained up and to herself. Maybe someday she'd talk about it; if anyone was good for moonlighting as an unpaid therapist it was Noa. Yet, for all the memories and all the trust between them, she couldn't let those wounds bleed out.

Turning over to her side, she ignored that morning's encounter with her mom to simply advise, "I wouldn't recommend spending a night in jail. The beds are shit and the cops stare at you funny when you ask to keep the handcuffs."

[ghcstgoth]

Cas sorriu satisfeita ao ver a expressão de Pietra quando a semideusa obteve sua desejada bebida. Era quase aliviante saber que uma das pessoas mais tranquilas do Acampamento estava enlouquecendo tanto quanto a filha de Melinoe, que se colocara em uma posição de investigadora independente logo após todo o caos. — Acredite, isso aqui 'tá salvando mais vidas que os próprios deuses, Pips. — Indicou o cantil de bebida que ela definitivamente precisaria reabastecer com seu estoque pessoal que mantinha escondido sob sua cama no chalé de Melinoe. Seu tom era descontraído, mas no fundo sentia algum nível de preocupação pela quantidade de álcool que andara consumindo. E as noites em claro... bem, essas também trariam problemas, mais cedo ou mais tarde. — Acho que posso ou não ter falhado vergonhosamente nesse teste. Espero que os resultados não sejam publicados para todo o Acampamento. — Brincou, recolhendo novamente sua cesta de morangos. — Nada de agressões da minha parte, não dessa vez. Só me aproximei demais de um chalé... pouco receptivo. Era madrugada, acho que isso me fez parecer suspeita. — A semideusa revirou os olhos, empurrando com gentileza a cadeira de rodas de Pietra para que ela conseguisse alcançar mais morangos. — E você, o que faz aqui? Não consigo imaginar você cometendo nenhuma atrocidade que mereça um castigo terrível desses. — Apontou para os arredores repletos de morangos, e apenas morangos. — O cheiro costuma ser enjoativo, mas 'tô começando a gostar. Acho que preciso de castigos mais criativos, isso acaba com a minha identidade. — Brincou Cassandra, apontando suas vestimentas inteiramente pretas.

Era complicado ser uma filha da magia nos dias atuais, ou pior, uma das que tinha a magia mais parecida com o que estava sendo feito para aterrorizar o acampamento. Então se afastar de todos aqueles olhares julgadores, ainda em um castigo chato como colher morangos, era algo muito do bem vindo pra Pietra. Mesmo na cadeira de rodas a morena dava um jeito, apoiou a cesta no colo e, cantarolando uma musica country baixinho, começou a coletar cada um dos morangos que estavam maduros o suficiente. "Cass, já disse que te amo hoje?" Brincou aceitando o cantil dando uma rápida cheirada no líquido antes de dar um belo de um gole. Realmente, se tivesse envenenado seria o plano perfeito, sumir com ela iria ser facil naquela imensidao de arbustos, mas quem disse que ela ligava? Foi quase que cômica a careta que ela fez ao engolir o líquido, só ainda assim abriu um sorriso satisfeito com o amargor em seus labios. "As vezes acho que tudo isso é um teste de Dionísio: Quem não vira alcoolatra. Nível 15" com um longo suspiro Pietra parou um bocado dando mais um gole antes de devolver o cantil pra negra. Como sentia saudades do surto da faculdade, reclamava de barriga cheia se comparado com o surto do acampamento... "O que você fez pra acabar aqui? Socou a barriga de alguém?"

[crystalflygeo]

So fun fact, today I was getting ready to work I couldn't find my new snake ring anywhere and I got SO SAD bc I was like. great. already lost it. good job.

I was praying it was at work.

so I get there and immediately make a beeline for my work station and go "hey girls by any chance have you seen-" "yep, it's on that shelf there" and THERE IT WAS!! I was soooooo happy and relieved <3

And then a while later they started teasing me "Oh Crys forgot her engagement ring her and was freaking out!! She arrived here all nervous and stuff."

Now lemme tell you, my coworkers are all very normies and would never know or understand I like to play games or watch anime and stuff and much less simping for characters lmao. Also a thing to know about me: I'm pale af and blush very easily when put on the spot.

so there am I COMPLETELY FLUSTERED at their words and teasing thinking how I bought this ring to symbolize Baizhu and how much I was fangirling for him this morning having crown him.

so they double down and start going "OOOOHHH YOU GOT ALL RED!! ITS TRUE!! who's the lucky guy?? you gotta tell us already!! It's always the quiet ones. Introduce him to us."

And I'm just there getting more and more embarrassed and flustered BC NO YOU GUYS I AM SINGLE AF I'M JUST DOWN HORRENDOUS FOR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER ASDFCVGBHNJKL.

[petitsdieu]

cont. 𝒇𝒕. @nightmarefuele

“You call my implications accusatory?” Inscrutable, a monotone layer of disinclined voice beneath a mask. He rules the space above her without so much as tipping his visor. “Careful, princess ─ you already misstepped, and I only made an observation.” He idles at the behest of her family's crude technology. They've digitalized caches for their libraries, and networks communicate between the planet's nodal points, but these are not the systems built for reconnaissance or galactic intelligence. Kylo Ren stares into the frigid soul of a transmuting interface: blues on purples on blues, overlaid against the backdrop wilderness beyond verandas, and chilled springtime air, crisp on twilight's eve. He might be more patient with the panels if not for her fatuous pretense. He might be more patient with her if not for the panels. “For a royal girl who makes a public mockery of her name, you still encourage every parvenu who so much as looks your way. Do they whisper pretty words? Do you actually believe them?” When Kylo looks down at her, his tracery is sharper, cutting, electrified by the neon cold. His mask has been relieved of its cowl and now wears a crown of the dying suns beyond the sunroof. “I told you when those self-avowed politicians landed not to involve yourself. Whatever affairs you've arranged, end them.”

"No. You've overstepped." Romantic politics did not fall under the umbrella of his concern. Raoul had been the catapult back to her desire bone. The predecessor to the pedestal boyfriend. A glimmer of hope that all she once was and felt could be felt again. But he wasn't everlasting. The passion did not throb but dimmed. Nevertheless, the thread of chemistry that initially caught them must still buzz. She does not know how else Kylo would know there was something deeper than acquaintance or suspect anything had been arranged currently. The dialogue exchanged hadn't been flirtatious, had it?

It's sting to the salt when he brings up her repute in such a manner. And even his obvious jealousy does nothing to soothe it. At least not soon enough to soften the blow and the expression that flickers across her face before attempting to replace it with something more bare.

"You exude envy. It's all I feel from you right now. Do you believe it as you try to deny it? Because I don't think you do."

He reveals his face and her heart hitches. Verity rushes in and causes unsteady knees. She takes a half step back on impulse. But her chin tips up to meet his gaze as recovery. She's glad she's said what she could because, with actual eye contact, she feels less brave to address the man behind the machine. Or rather, be reminded that he was no machine nor monster at all, but just a boy. If Raoul was a catapult, Kylo felt like the hand she was thrown into. And it was pure fire. She was not afraid of him but afraid of how he made her feel.

"Consider any affair, new or old, ended. Now apologize."

[fleshofthelamb]

next recording session: january 2025. expect a start in promotion activity and an introduction to the team. we're currently cooking up some content to plan out for our debut, as well as ofc taking some breaks for real life problems

[ghcstgoth]

Ainda que não estivesse propensa a conversar com alguém enquanto tentava - tentava, porque desenhar era uma palavra muito forte e específica para suas tentativas frustradas - criar um esboço da paisagem do lago, Cassandra resolveu exercitar sua simpatia e dialogar com o semideus ao lado. Engoliu em seco enquanto formulava uma resposta convincente ao questionamento do outro. Assim como a filha de Melinoe, Dylan viva no Acampamento há mais de uma década, mas ela não era particularmente íntima do rapaz. Apesar disso, ela sabia que ele era mais inclinado a... interações sociais e à simpatia. Cassandra não sabia se ele se sentiria ofendido com sua opinião, mas tinha o pressentimento de que ocorreria o exato oposto. — Marcante... sim, eu diria. Você sabe como é a energia de um golden retriever? — Seus lábios permitiram que uma gargalhada escapasse, mas logo foram cobertos pelas mãos da semideusa, na esperança de não expor o fato de que aquilo a divertia. — Ou algo muito parecido com isso. E você, qual impressão teve de mim?

with: @ghcstgoth

O contato com a natureza era algo que sempre acalmava Dylan, ajudava o semideus a refletir  e trazia uma enorme sensação de paz. Embora preferisse a floresta, a flora, não podia negar que o lago também era um tanto quanto agradável. “E eu posso saber qual a primeira impressão que você teve a meu respeito? Algumas pessoas costumam a dizer que eu sou dino de uma personalidade marcante”.

[seykacar]

location: the apartments above latte love, cardinal hill

status: closed for @apolloledger

Phone, keys, wallet, chapstick, the tiny switchblade she got when she was twelve and never left home without— Sey rooted through her purse to make sure everything was there. She was already running late; the last thing she needed was a trip back home after she'd already made it halfway to The Labyrinth.

Confident she hadn't forgotten anything—probably—she backed out into the hall, ready to lock up and go meet her ride. The key to their small, overpriced apartment was almost to the lock when something made her pause.

No, not something—Someone.

Her entire body, from her blood to her bones, surged and stiffened with the primal awareness that she wasn't alone. All it took was a subtle glance over her shoulder to prove her instincts weren't wrong.

Are. You. Fucking. With. Me?

There stood the bane of her existence and the haunter of her dreams, leaned back against the beige wall like some poster child for narcissism and obnoxiously good genetics.

How they hell did he find them?

That was a rhetorical question from her to her because she knew damn well how. He might not have been his sister, but Apolinar Ledger Roth was a close second when it came to reconnaissance. If he was here, outside their apartment, that mean he already knew where they worked, their chosen aliases, who they'd hooked up with in town, how often, and what they had for breakfast that morning.

Sey kept her stance casual and indifferent to his unwelcome presence outside of her door, but her eyes—Their chocolate depths simmered with frustration and barely concealed rage. "No." Whatever he was doing in Illinois, whatever he wanted from her or Daphne, the answer was no, followed by a swift 'leave'.