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[ausrache]

𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐈𝐃 — 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈'𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 ( 𝟏 / ? )

general: these tattoos are recent additions & definitely not the last ones to be done. mali generally thinks that body modifications are gorgeous & does plan on adding more. most of these tattoos are in a style that comes close to cyber sigilism. she enjoys this style simply due to it looking somewhat abstract; it also suits her alternative clothing style the most. first row, left to right: the first & second tattoos are actually one piece & flow into one another. this was her first tattoo ever & can be found on the upper half of her left arm; it shows a flying whale in space. the third one is an homage to her rabbit 'moon' & can be found on her right ankle. second row, left to right: the next two were done in one session & do not carry any specific meaning except for the fact that they simply looked amazing & complimented her style quite well. it's also just generally quite similar to eldritch sigils. the last one is her recent addition & was added after ROUGE's latest successful comeback & can be found on her right thigh. the butterfly is supposed to represent her group.

[insurged]

just a hiatus announcement, from 6/25 - 7/12. however any starters, drafts, and asks i owe to anyone will be thrown in a queue whenever i get a chance. until then !

[obl1tus]

Hit the heart for a starter ❤️ length will vary.

[staticmonitor]

'kay, think i'm done updating everything i felt like giving a change. go ahead and give this a like and i'll send you an ask/inbox meme at some point during the week.

[lotusgrieved]

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[edgymuses]

༶ ﾟ🥀 ┄─ ❛❛ wanda it's been way too long, sister! ❜❜ lorna’s emerald lips form into a smile while embracing her elder sister. god, she couldn’t remember the last time the two were in the same room let alone hugged. of course, their busy schedule didn’t help when it came to family bonding. Nonetheless, moments like these were something lorna treasured, but it didn’t hurt when they both went their separate ways.

❛❛ you and pietro shouldn’t be strangers. You're always welcome to krakoa. to hell with the quiet council. ❜❜

starter call || @hexsreality

[meatriarchived]

❛ I wish you would have told me. ❜ / and if i said ch 2 maria and leland | @lifesver

maria pauses as she holds out a mug of hot chocolate to place in front of her dear old friend. almost twenty years since she last saw his face, that evening they laid in the field, watching the clouds roll lazily overhead. twenty years since she had packed her things and took off without warning. without telling even ana where she had gone to. twenty. years.

mug meets table with a gentle clink, something warm and welcoming on a day such as this - with darkened grey clouds weeping down upon the world. a common occurrence for maria now, likely not so much for him.

maria sits slowly down across the table from him, nestled beside the window of her small kitchen, letting in a dim light that just barely illuminates the openness of her little home hidden amongst trees.

twenty years. and yet, the topic still brings a stiffness to her throat.

"lee-" old habits die young it seems; it was purely instinct, really, the way nickname rolls of the tongue so easily, "there was-..." she stops herself, brow knotting together as she chewed the insides of her cheeks. there was so much i wanted to say then. her mind finishes for her, silently.

fingertips fiddle with the handle of her own mug, the warmth seeming into her skin helping to keep her calm enough to quietly continue, "i wish i hadn't done what i did - leaving, like i did. without...saying anything, not keeping in touch at least."

"i really have missed you all, truly. i just...i didn't know how to go back, not without thinking you guys may have still been upset, or had moved on and didn't care. i suppose...maybe a part of me also kind of wished that, too, that you all had gone on to live amazing lives, with families and pets and holidays and all of that."

maria's eyes study leland - and she can almost see traces reminiscent of her own emptiness in his. a boy who had once been an echoed laughter under the warmth of the sun, seemed all but dulled out. perhaps it was merely the time in-between when she last saw him to now - time and age and traversing into proper adulthood that made him seemed weighed down rather than holding himself high, shoulders broad and proud.

eyes lower from his face, to the mug in his hand, and her shoulders give a tired shrug, "i wasn't...in any place able, i felt, to stay beside you all and not feel like i had a ball and chain trapped around each of you...i felt - i suppose i still do - feel that what we went through, what you guys were brought into, was my burden to carry. i was-... no, i suppose i simply am just broken, lee," smile spreads across her cheeks, "-i know we each had our own hell we experienced at that house...we all fought for our lives, and we made it out, and the scars of that are evident both in and outside of us all."

maria forces herself to stop a moment, to take a sip from her mug, to help swallow down the knot twisting and growing in her throat and gut.

"...i was with those people for weeks. tormented for weeks...i still have scarring from that asshole marking my skin, that i have to see every single time i look at myself. i see their faces bent over me at night at times, i can still hear their-..."

her smile broadens weakly at him, "i didn't have the words then to explain...explain how...split apart i've felt, or how paranoid i am around men who look like him, how i jump at every creak of floorboards. how...angry i am."

[ausrache]

[ 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 . . . ] honkai star rail verse.

Details

PATH: equilibrium ELEMENT: quantum WEAPON(S): chains & zedara throwing knives.

Character Story: Part 1

"what a beautiful voice." even amidst the seasoned artists, a star would shine. however, a star that was born among the final days of her home could never fully bloom. & thus, wherever god went . . . her song would follow, a song of broken houses, of tears & blood & of goodbyes unsaid. it almost seemed as if god didn't want to be god. it was strange. shouldn't one be thankful for their power?

when one would ask god about her songs, she would evade the question & tend to other tasks. "there is nothing to be said." she would dismiss & walk away, leaving one almost feeling empty with answers left in the dark.

god didn't talk much to us while she visited our home, however, her amount of help could probably never be grasped into words, anyways. there were so many things that we didn't know about the universe that laid outside our world but with her help, we could achieve moving forward. she always said: "you all have to matter. only then nothing would matter & proper balance is restored."

she disappeared one night without a word.

— aley zhand, resident of oaste.

Character Story: Part 2

i wonder if she really was god. our elders insisted on it, saying that only god could have prevented the fire to come raining down upon our world. but when i looked at her; i saw nothing more than a young woman who rather kept to herself than talk to others. even when we celebrated her, she seemed uncomfortable. she was so tense & almost flinched when our elder called her god. it was almost uncomfortable to look at.

after all, gods wouldn't feel uncomfortable at being called what they are, right?

so, i visited her after that celebration. i was curious to learn more about her & what she really was. however, when i arrived — she was already packing her belongings to move on. crimson eyes spotted me amidst the shadows, silently asking: 'what are you doing here?' now it had been my time to flinch. perhaps, this was the night i would die, having incited the wrath of a god never came with fortune.

"what . . . are you really god?"

she looked surprised. i think she didn't expect me to question her. and then, for the first time since she had visited us, i saw something akin to emotion on her face. she was smiling at me. it was a tense smile, almost as if she had been begging to be released. and then she simply moved over to me, passing me to walk through the door.

"i am just a number."

— anonymous recount.

Character Story: Part 3

"zero sixteen . . . if you could have remained as silent as THEY are, we wouldn't have gotten into this mess."

she still remembers to this day her first apprehension by the IPC. they are a sore in THEIR eyes & thus, they are one within hers. they go against everything that balance, total equilibrium strives for — creating chaos, imbalance & horrors wherever they go. zero sixteen was a name, or more so a number, given to her by the IPC because she was the sixteenth arbitrator to be formally recorded. the youngest one, potentially, though, she wouldn't know for she traveled alone.

the IPC was an enemy of balance & thus, they were an enemy of zero sixteen.

regarded as a young woman by many, the emanator was potentially thrice as old as most who regarded her when she was first apprehended. the time of her tome flowed differently than here. it tasted differently. it felt differently.

she would only remain within their captivity for a day before she broke out once more; carrying chains & throwing knives with her. the finest steel that could slice through anything with ease; it had once been a gift.

it was the only thing that she carried with her from back then. not even her name remained within her grasp.

she was forever just a number, living for equilibrium.

Character Story: Part 4

"aquamarine skies . . . warmth . . . happy faces wherever you went. it was a tiny world but . . . it was our world."

"mommy, do you think i could ever sing with them?" the young girl with raven hair & crimson eyes looked up to her mother, smiling from ear to ear while the tunes of her favorite artist flowed through the air. she was like the perfect copy of both her mother & father; onyx colored hair with pretty white strands & the most vibrant red eyes that alpha zedara ever saw.

"maybe! your father & i will always root for you, ▋▋▋▋▋ " her mother would reply with a gentle smile, ruffling through those wild tresses of her daughter. "now come! help me carry those in, yeah?" bending down to pick up a huge basket filled with various vegetables, the elder woman laughed as she saw the young girl rushing to do the same, yet struggling quite a bit.

"not so fast! this is not a race, my dear !" & despite her claims, her mother could only laugh as she watched her one & only child race ahead to where their house was located. she had always been so full of energy.

but then she stopped.

"what is . . . this?" crimson irises focused on a . . . stone? a thing. it was as dark as the night sky. no, even darker. darker than her hair or that of her parents. it was embedded within the soil where her mother's beloved flowers grew. it almost looked alive? why was there heat emanating from it? slowly would she remove the basket from her hands, crouching down & reaching for it . . .

her mother's voice still rings clear as day within her ears:

"NO, DON'T TOUCH IT!"

zero sixteen touches her gloved hand, flinching at the mere thought of what had happened so many years ago. the shadows had touched her & forever embedded themselves into her skin, leaving it raw until she would die some day.

thus, no matter where she went — alpha zedara, her home, was always with her.

[stillsparklea]

@literatae ( beatrice ) said ❝ you won’t be able to get rid of me so easily again. ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐈𝐒    𝐀    𝐒𝐇𝐘    𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒    𝐎𝐍    𝐇𝐄𝐑    𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄.        ❝    it    was    that    obvious    ?    ❞        in    reality    ,    isadora    hadn't    meant    to    push    the    other    woman    away    .    .    .        it    just    happened.        her    urge    to    explore    the    forests    on    the    outskirts    of    her    kingdom    far    outweighed    her    want    to    rule.        so    it    was    often    that    the    princess    disappeared    for    long    spans    of    time.        ❝    you    could    come    with    me    next    time.    ❞

[forbaesmoved]

who are you in this haunted house story?

the youngest.

they talk down to you, as though you couldn’t possibly understand. they speak down to you in a language consisting only of simple, happy concepts, unaware that you hear their whispered conversations in the dark. funnily enough, they don’t know how much they miss, that the many voices that call to you from elsewhere are standing right in front of them. they don’t see, but you do. You will make these overlooked souls into friends and they will soak up the loneliness that has seeped into your world. you miss when it was easy to spend time with those you love, when it was a given, as sure as the sun rising in the morning. but still, they think you don’t understand. how can they think that when you love them so? and after all, love is just understanding.

tagged by: @witcheri

tagging: all of you!

[dragontwiins]

very popular kids table of them

[deadvolce-a]

@aureumdraconeus called:

"How...curious. It seems that even I am not immune to the workings of other realities. But I must admit, to see another one of myself is quite the delectable sight~" Lord X to...Lord X

                            𓆩*𓆪  ⸻  ❛  WELL,  WELL,  WELL...  isn't  this  just  DELIGHTFUL~  ❜  The  hedgehog  smiled  wide,  razor-sharp  teeth  making  themselves  known.  ❛  Aren't  you  the  most  HANDSOME  of  fellows?  I  have  to  agree  on  you  there,  my  dear  friend,  I'm  quite  happy  with  what  I'm  seeing.  ❜

                            ❛  More  of  me  in  this  decrepit  world  is  always  a  GOOD  THING~  ❜

[bloodtwin]

QUESTION . . .

i don't typically write replies as i get them unless 1) they really make me feel like the joker, 2) they're memes in my inbox, or 3) they're sillayyy. i usually let them kinda simmer then reply to a bunch of them at once. i don't want to spam the dash, so i tend to throw them in the queue when i do that, but do you guys . . . mind seeing a lot of replies from one person at once? would you prefer i keep putting them in the queue, or would you rather get replies as i finish them?

NOTE: i also put my aesthetic & textpost reblogs in my queue because i really don't like spamming the dash with those since i often find a bunch at once, so that makes the replies post a little bit slower, too. idk if that influences anything but *shrugs*

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[fieldunknown]

tag dump

ᚐ҉ᚐ — 𝐎𝐎𝐂.

[meatriarchived]

&. ❝ there’s a whole lot you’re not telling me. ❞ (for emily) | @alicemarion

The blonde nurse is preoccupied as Alison speaks, humming away to one of the tunes the Reagents and other medical staff often hear quietly playing behind the pharmacy counter. Nurse Barlow acts as if she's no clue what she could mean, but her smile and the glitter in her eyes are all too knowing as she carefully begins packing away the current round of Alison's treatment.

"Oh, sweetpea, that's simply because there's many things you needn't ever concern yourself with." is the simple, dismissive response. "All you need to focus on is yourself, and feeling better, and making sure you don't go sneaking about in places you could get hurt or break something." the nurse gives her pointed eyes; she hears the guards and staff when they talk, and Emily has heard quite a few of them who work in strictly prohibited areas - like near where the Reagents reside - mention a strange girl sneaking about.

[ausrache]

old gods, eldritch entities & stimuli.

content warning(s): mentions of gore, alcohol & sexual themes. muse(s) mentioned: mali — matteo, gaia & zaya who can be found at @metrictita.

within the void, where all eldritch entities are born — a sort of vaccuum exists that suppresses or completely negates certain stimuli from the creatures living there. thus, the change from living in the void & then within the mortal plane (within a mortal body) is a SEVERE one that cannot be underestimated. some stimuli are so foreign to those entities that they can lead to overwhelming their state of mind & in the end even lead to becoming "frenzied" due to overstimulation. as explored in a meta before; for an eldritch entity, being frenzied is the worst as they're incredibly unstable & unable to control their emotions & therefore, also their powers. ultimately, this can even lead to death.

alas before getting into the stimuli that did not exist, let's get into those few exceptions first: the negative ones, essentially. pain, anger & even grief pour into the void like water since they're the very elements that make out the fabric of that place. because of this; mali & matteo have an extremely high tolerance for pain or negative emotions. they're almost indifferent to it, at times. for an example; matteo's hand could be cut off & it would feel like a gash at worst. on the other hand, gaia & zaya, who have prevailed their whole life on earth, experience them in an overwhelming amount.

looking at the paragraph above, one could already guess which stimuli were not present: exactly, the positive ones. happiness, pleasure, glee, excitement & generally, everything that is triggered by the hormose serotonin & even dopamine. due to this mali & matteo's reactions to situations involving those feelings are severe. they're sensitive to them because their reception is 20x times that of what normal humans would perceive. this outpour of positive emotions can cause . . . problems, to say the least. for mali, it's often a "glitch" in her voice. for matteo, he disrupts the fabric of time.

because of this, they've sort of chosen two different paths of how to experience life. while matteo has completely let himself go to a lifestyle of hedonism & pleasure, seeking out everything that makes him feel that "high" time & time again (be it through alcohol, gambling or simply sex) mali is sort of the opposite & has become a bit more careful due to her negative experiences within her "first life". essentially, it's a trauma response for mali because the first time she let herself experience those amazing emotions, she got betrayed by them & has grown afraid. it's sort of that mindset of "i can't allow myself to be happy, it will only end horribly." since her powers also exceed those of matteo, her reactions are also more severe. this is why she's very inexpressive & appears cold & aloof most of the time; she's constantly "turning off" her receptors & suppressing positive emotions.

more side affects of eldritch entities/energy living in the mortal plane:

they generally have a low tolerance when it comes to alcohol, however, it often only shows once they're quite drunk.

once they feel a certain emotion towards a person, it rarely goes away — however, the build-up for positive emotions, esp. love, can take a while.

eldritch gods in mortal vessel have different blood from humans. it's darker & thicker. it has no scent to it but "tingles" when in contact with organic matter & has a sweeter taste to it.

taste & sense of smell are both heavily amplified. gross food tastes 10x worse & vice versa with extremely delicious food. the same goes for scents.