#( * ofioúchos . )

[astrogone]

Really fucks me up to think how often Ofioúchos gets feared of by others, children especially, just based on their appearance. They wouldn’t have to do anything but have their serpentine eyes be seen, and they’d instantly be insulted at and be called these terrible things. One would wonder why does Ofioúchos take upon these labels like “monster” or “sinner” or “destroyer”, as well as refer themself as such, so easily when in reality, they’re doing it to make things easier for them to live with all of this overbearing weight on their mind— turn this weight into something that they can take in better without feeling like they don’t deserve to breathe.

[olivierperrier]

{ @astrotechne​ is unfailingly sweet; Ofiouchos says  ❝ You don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ❞ }

he honestly had been frightened to see them again, after his breakdown the thunderstorm, ollie had had a pit in his stomach about Ofioúchos. they had sat with him while he shook, heart exploding despite the downers, vomiting in fear, passing out---               NO, ollie had thought he’d never see Ofioúchos again.

but here they are, sitting on the patio with two teas already waiting as they do every wednesday amongst the zinnias, self-inserting to ollie’s weekly routine as smoothly as time itself. their smile is like a  lemon slice: bright and paradoxically sweet as ollie sits across from them as this has become the usual part of life somehow and he had hardly noticed until he thought it would be taken away.

    bruised fingers wrap around the steaming mug       (jasmine and honey; Ofioúchos really did know his routine-)    and ollie opens his mouth to explain himself where    he couldn’t before only to close it. where to begin?     taking a breath to try again, Ofiouchos is a step ahead            (AS ALWAYS), ❝ -You don’t have to talk, we can just sssit together. ❞

   ollie ducks his head in gratitude, feeling almost guilty for his willingness    to comply with the kindness offered instead of insisting on pulling out his    excuses and apologies as if he were yanking out his own teeth to hand    to Ofiouchos.  it isn’t that ollie doesn’t want to tell them, except that it is that    ollie doesn’t want to tell them because he feels like his past pollutes    everything like an oil spill. this one friend is the one who might deserve    to know and yet ollie feels like it would kill him if the knowledge changed    the way Ofioúchos looked at him or treated him or talked to him. he doesn’t    want this to change even though the cat is already out of the bag: he’s broken.

 THEY MAKE HIM BELIEVE HIS LIFE IS ACTUALLY DIFFERENT NOW.

          so ollie sips his tea and lets it almost burn, savoring the icarus           taste. Ofioúchos allowed ollie’s weakness without needing explanation.           mortal fingertips barely graze ones steeped in cosmos allowing           warmth to flow between them and AGAIN instead of pulling away            ollie allows the touch to stay. it goes against his very nature to stay,            rabbit-heart always running to stay safe, always hiding to stay unknown-

       yet here, in their own bubble of eden, the two beings are safe.          amongst fragrant flowers and the silence of compassion             THERE IS NO NEED TO BE ALONE ANY LONGER.

  olivier’s hand moves closer to rest on top of Ofioúchos’ in a way that says      every apology and gratitude at once, an offering of reciprocity,                                             a homecoming.

[sweetk1lls]

THE MAIN CASTS OF GOD EXITS ANTHOLOGY

Here are the main characters of each God Exits project / version in the total of thirty one, excluding [ REDACTED ] and the Narrator / Narrative who acts as the multicast characters alongside with the Consumer / You. At the moment, everyone is still currently in work of progress as I have finally finished outlining the main GE characters list. I also created this graphicset as a quick reference for people who may want to ask questions about or see who would I be referring to since there ARE a lot of main characters in God Exits.

DOOR 15 : 55 ( FROM THE NOVEL UNIVERSE )

HIERO, THE TRAGIC HERO.   Cis male.   He / him.   Demigod of Sky and Sea.   Traveller, once chosen hero.

DETECTIVE WOLFGANG MOONGLADE, THE WOLF IN MAN’S CLOTHING.   Trans male.   He / they / she.   Werewolf with nine tails.   Private occult detective.   Modern allusion to Big Bad Wolf; have eight incarnations relating to a Wolf folklore.

FATHER LUCAS LOVEWRIGHT, THE ANTICHRIST.   Trans male.   He / they.   Cambion.   Priest.

EDEN HOCHBERG, THE LAST HUMAN.   Trans female.   She / they.   Human.   Apocalypse survivor, once veterinarian.

FELIX HIRSH, THE BATTLE ROYAL WINNER.   Cis male.   He / him.   Human.   Vigilante, retired wrestler.

DETECTIVE DANIEL DARLING, THE FINAL FOOL.   Trans masculine agender.   He / they / she.   Human.   Private detective at day, secret killer at night.   Embodies the horror trope of “ first fool to die “ and “ final child to live ”.

MORTIMER, THE CHOSEN ONE.   Demimale.   He / they.   Superhuman.   Vigilante, retired astronaut.  Died in the moon, only to be chosen with another chance to live, using it to save the world.

DOOR 3 : 1 - 8 ( FROM THE FILM UNIVERSE )

ASTRA, THE FATALIST.   Cis female.   She / her.   Human.   Travelling prophet.

KARISHMA, THE LABYRINTH.   Cis female.   She / her.   Human.   Travelling musician.

SALEM GRIMBANE, THE RITUAL.   Cis female.   She / they.   Witchess.   Traveller.

RAINE, THE HAUNTING.   Cis female.   She / they / it.   Ghost.   Wanderer.

CASIMIR WAKE, THE FUNERAL.   Agender.   Any pronouns, mainly they / it.   Human.   Mortician.

LAZARUS FALLON, THE RESURRECTION.   Cis male.   He / him.   Human.   Author.

LUKE “LUCKY” KING, THE CONSUMPTION.   Cis male.   He / they.   Human.   Internet Personality.

SMILEY, THE APOTHEOSIS.   Agender.   They / it.   Glitch.   Hacker.

DOOR 13 : 4 - 8 ( FROM THE SHOW UNIVERSE )

OFIOÚCHOS EXPERIENTIA, THE ALLUSION.   Non-binary.   They / it.   Ophiuchian Goddex of Development.   Traveller, vigilante medic.   Fallen to Earth as their punishment for nearly destroying the Solar System with their greed and envy for power to earn and give immorality..

SOJOURN, THE REFLECTION. Cis male.   He / him.   Human (?).   Traveller.

MALADY, THE METASOMATOSIS / ASSIMILATION.  Demifemale.   She / they / it.  Demon.   Actress 

HYUN SANG-SEONG, THE METAMORPHOSIS / EVOLUTION.   Demifemale.   She / they.   Human.   Mecha pilot.

AGATHA MALKIN, THE METEMPSYCHOSIS / INCARNATION.   Panagender.   Any pronouns.   Human.   Librarian.   Reincarnates each time their death occurs,

JU YEONG-SEO, THE IMITATION.   Demimale.   He / they / it.   Android; once a human.   Train conductor.

CHEON JI-JUNG, THE CREATION.   Non-binary.   They / it.   Nephil.   Traveller, aspiring astronaut.

SPECTROPHOBIA, THE TRANSFORMATION.   Genderfluid.   Any pronouns; mainly they / it.   Eldritch personification of Spectrophobia, the fear of mirrors / reflections.   Arcade / amusement park staff.

DOOR 11 : 1 ( FROM THE THEATRE UNIVERSE )

BEAU BLYTHE, THE SINGING ARTIST.   Demifemale.   She / they.   Human.   Bookstore cafe staff, aspiring theatre actress,

CHANG YEON-SEUNG, THE SPEAKING SCIENTIST.   Cis male.   He / him.   Scientist, secretly longs to be a full time artist.

DOOR 8 : 17 ( FROM THE MUSIC UNIVERSE )

SAYONARA LULLABY, THE FAREWELL SONG.   Non-binary.   They / she / he.   Human Fabula.    Multiverse travelling musician; sings to the worlds as they come to their ends.

DOOR 4 : 16 - 18 ( FROM THE PODCAST UNIVERSE )

DETECTIVE NOBLE BENISON BRIGHT, THE HOPE.   Non-binary.   They / them.   Private occult detective.

DETECTIVE GRIM MALISON DARK, THE DESPAIR.   Agender.   It / its.   Archdemon of Despair.   Private occult detective.

DOOR 16  : 14 ( FROM THE VIDEO GAME UNIVERSE )

AMBROSE, THE GUARDIAN OF TIME.   Cis male.   He / they.   Immortal human.   Musician.

AMARANTHA, THE GUARDIAN OF SPACE.   Cis female.   She / they.   Immortal human.   Artist.

AETERNUS, THE GUARDIAN OF REALITY.   Non-binary.   They / it.   Immortal human.   Author, retired actor.

[astrogone]

Birthday list of my muses because yes, it is Important

January: Noble,  Ílios, Fengári, &  Dímitral - 1 / Diamáchi - 5 / Gi - 7 & Días - 7 / Aigokeros - 19

February: Afrodíti - 7 / Ydrohoos - 16

March: Ihtheis - 12 / Poseidónas - 13 / Ploúton - 18 / Ermis - 29

April: Krios - 19

May: Tavros - 14

June: Didimoi - 20

July: Ouranós - 10 / Karkinos - 21

August: Leon - 10 / Áris - 12 

September: Parthenos - 16 / Krónos - 17

October: Zygos - 31

November: Skorpios - 23 / Ofioúchos - 30

December: Toksotis - 18 / Grim - 31 Ouranós

[astrogone]

Spots to Kiss: A Kiss on the Cheek ( @the27percent​ ) — Atieno / Ydrohoos

Starry gaze fixates on a project that had been recently created since several hours ago. Attention rarely leaves the work, even when it flickers at times when exhaustion forms in the celestial mind, the ever familiar weight trying to drag own consciousness into the darkness, gently, dangerously. There comes a sigh, a longing for a good night rest. Though the project is not even half to being done; with only abstract lines and faint memories being found on the white sheet before him, the portrait can not be turned into a constellation just yet.

But how long can he, the inventor, remain awake in the heavy, long night without his dreams bleeding into the world? Paint his reality with neon, sharp reminders that he will lose himself from the lack of rest? Love in his body, his mind— himself?

Ydrohoos himself does not ever know, but, what he does know is that, perhaps, being an artist does have its costs after all: To carry all of these attention and love for the whole world, there are rare times to do the same for oneself. He can not recall when was the last time he had given himself a break from working on his projects, even when the stars would melt in his eyes and the flames in his flesh becomes eternal, taking him whole at once. He would not even see himself burning as a sad constellation, but an image of beauty.

Tenderness lands on his cheek and he barely registers it until some seconds later, it hits him, body tensing while galaxy kissed eyes slowly widens. For once in this night, his attention on the project breaks, falling over to his side and meet... Atieno.

He tries to greet them, though with a dried throat and mind full of white noises, nothing is offered, just a blank stare and trembling hands. Finally aware of a shaky state he is in, he glances away, rubbing his flushed cheek that was kissed on, a soft way to catch his attention, a way he does not mind from them. Silence is all Atieno give in return, only taking his hand to remove himself from his work room before leading him to his bed, and he greatly appreciates it.

It shows as he gives Atieno a small smile, and they know what that rare sight means. They smile back, and Ydrohoos knows it means that they are always there for him.

[astrogone]

❝  𝑰’𝒎  𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅  .  𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔  𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝑰  𝒂𝒎  ,  ❞  said  Olivier  (  @olivierperrier​  )  .  .  .

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑. It follows beneath the sore feet that can only wander without a mere purpose, eyes that ever burn from the melted, dead dreams. It can smile just like us, cry just like us. When it carries our faces, it can do anything. Even when we wish to end it all out of fear to live more longer, how it is cruel that it can still keep us on the edge of living because it makes us afraid to die too, having us witness our terror slaughtering our hearts and stars. Beats slow down, lights fade out. We stand still, wondering if we are breathing, or if we are bleeding. 

“We can be jussst scared then.” A whisper crawls from the saddest constellation, their lights still shining out of love nevertheless. Out of hope. For you and me and our lonely souls. Their hand slowly takes the other, accepting his shakes as a kiss is pressed on the knuckles, cold, full of sharp reminders that he is not alone. “And eventually, we can become brave as we learn how to kill our fearsss... together.” There is something poetic about the concept of together. We can do this together. We can be happy together. We can live to the very end together.

Together, Together, together. Make it a wish, and let this dark sky consume it whole.

We will watch it happen and be free at last together.

“You don’t have to be anything alone. I promissse.”

[astrogone]

❝     I’m afraid of everyone believing in me when I don’t know how to believe in anyone, let alone myself.     ❞     (   *   MUTUALS MAY REBLOG  .  )

[astrogone]

* ﹙✧﹚  :    ❝   @olivierperrier​   ❞     /      𝐿𝑂𝑂𝐾  𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌  .

 ❝o-oh, have i? ❞

 he looked down to see where his arm must have caught against the  screw on the ladder he’s been meaning to file down. now that its been  pointed out, it does sting quite a bit. the cut is long and must have been  bleeding for a good minute or two before he’s noticed.          the sight of the red has made him suddenly light-headed.  ❝i…i…i…i’ll just, ah, e..e..e..excuse m-me –  ❞

“Oh, for Ssstars’ sake, don’t look at it and ssssit,” hisses Ofioúchos, gently touching his cheek to take his gaze away from the blood, mostly to ground themself from getting lost in the heavy scent of iron— the burning reminder that they are part serpent, part killer who will kill out of instinct, for blood or star dusts, this galaxy will simply bleed. Once they have Olivier sitting on a chair nearby, they place a wet towel on his arm, removing the sanguine trails, before they focus on ending the blood, the medical supplies resting by their side. “You need to be more careful with yoursssself,” mutters Ofioúchos, briefly glancing at Oliver, their gaze only tender, kind. “Take deep breathes for me. I’m almosst done...”

[astrogone]

* ﹙✧﹚  :    ❝   @godbanes​​   ❞     /      𝐻𝑂𝑊  𝐶𝐴𝑁  𝐼  ?

waves crash into the rock she sits on,     guided by the crying of her heart.     the sea wants to fill the empty space fate had left in her chest when it took away her purity,    her child,    her happiness.      fate left her with nothing but wrath and depression.       only the salt of the sea could ease the pain,      the darkness could hide it,    but when she is under the cloudy sky,     thetis’ wounds are for the universe to inspect.     it sickens her that she is trapped in a trench of anger that she cannot swim out of.    she was once innocent and happy,    beaming when the sun shone and when her sisters sang.    she was once looking for love,    dreaming to one day lay with the king of olympus and have his child,    to be held in his loving arms.     instead,   she was sold to a hungry king,    a mortal who dirtied her,    who saw her womb as a prize.    the greatest of men,  she had given birth to the greatest of men only to have him taken away from her when he was barely twenty years old.     how could she not live in deep hatred for the fates and for mortals?     how could she not want to slit apollon’s throat when he had reassured her that her child will live a long and happy life?

her body remains still,    hair blown into the harsh wind as the skies darken more and more.      she realises ophiuchos meant well,    but she refuses to be thought of as anything but strong and silent like death.        the nereid feels her empty chest burning when they speak,     revealing the reason why they stood close to her,    why they listened and tried to prove her wrong.     i care about you.      she hangs her head,   ocean eyes wide and watery.       “  how can you care…  ”     they are old,   old as her,    riddled with pain just like her.       she could taste the painful need to disappear,    to be forgotten and out of sight,     and thetis can understand it.       the rock under her feels cold through her white chiton.     she wants to run away and not listen,     she wants them to forget this ever happened and to never see them again.

for once in her life,    thetis allows someone to see her shoulders drop,    her back slouch and hands clasp together as she anxiously tugs at the skin around her nails.       “  i’m scared,  ”       she admits and swallows down the knot forming in her throat,      looking up at ophiuchos with worried blue eyes,     the ghost of the young nymph from millennia ago lingering in the colours.        “  if i give you all,    what will i have left?      i had everything taken from me and it left me like this.  ”    her knees buckle when she stands up,    fists clenched at her side.      thetis is riddled by fear,    though admitting it lives within her makes her look youthful and honest.     the waves calm down,      now gently murmuring and dancing with the seafoam beneath them.

“   if i give you everything,   ophiuchos,    you have to promise to never leave me.   ”      oh how selfish she could be.     she did not spare a moment to question whether ophiuchos could do so.    all thetis could do was cling to the hope that they would be there.       “  even you return up there where i can’t see,    you must never take your eyes off me.      ophiuchos,   if i give you my all,   you must then give me yours.   ”

thetis finds their gaze and holds it,      as if looking for the promise.      for once,   she wants to have someone’s everything too.   thetis,   the mother.    thetis,   the caregiver.   thetis,    the priestess of the sea.     she deserves to be cared for.

“   i will remain here with you.     i won’t hide in the ocean anymore for as long as you’re here.   ”

“How can you care?”

The question dwelled across Ofioúchos’ mind, coming and going and leaving and returning, like the waves rolling over the shores before they would pull back, only to feed the world with the same coldness, same pain... Same coldness, same pain... Repetition pulled them into a sitting position, heavily panting from their worn out rage. Though even in agony, their gaze was still on Thetis’, never on anywhere, or the sea or sky that had been screaming their name since rage stole their terrible, weak body, begging them to do not fall into the ocean that could only wail within Thetis. Yet their breaths soon met hers while their fingers were curled together. They could feel the burns in their lungs from her sorrow, feel the shadows leaking into theirs from her dying dreams. Thetis would stare at Ofioúchos and now, there was only the abyss staring back at her. “How can I care...?” they said uncertainly, as if they were asking to themself too. “How can I care?” As if in the end, they were questioning themself and their ability to love. ( HOW CAN YOU STILL FIND THE LIGHTS IN EVERYTHING AND EVERYWHERE AND EVERYONE WHEN NO ONE TAUGHT YOU TO FIND THEM— HOPE? )

‘I care and I love and I protect because this universe can not continue to live without kindness. When kindness is absent, there is just rage, and rage creates nothing but chaos and death. In everyone and themselves. Everyone wants to be understood, but if no one can give them that tender chance of being told that they are heard, how can anyone be understanding? Acknowledgement holds so much power, making us strong and weak all at once. It is a beautiful and terrifying tool that is rarely used. But how can I care when no one cared about me? When all I would get from others is just suffering? I watch. I learn. I commit. While I may care too heavily, love too loudly, and protect too harshly, I would still try. I try even when I didn’t have anyone by my sides to help me understand what does love mean. Just a bunch of cheesy movies, endless researched information, and various kind of entities who are helplessly in love with their worlds. I learnt that I should care so no one would have to care for themselves alone, terribly, miserably. Just like how I loved myself. I don’t want this universe to die so soon already. I just want it to live softly.’

“I jussst... do,” was the only response that was given to Thetis— could be offered to the Universe; heavy, exhausted, wanting to be okay and tender again. “And I hope what I can give isss good enough.” Sorrow made a horrible home in Ofioúchos as they watched her shoulders drop, her pretense falling before their teary eyes. Even with their bones nearly cracking while their flesh held every particles of agony, they tried to catch it, handle it with softness as to tell her she was understood, that she had good reasons to rob the darkness and make it her skin and soul. Even when they spotted the ever wandering phantom in her eyes and their hands began to tremble, nothing was going to make Ofioúchos turn away from Thetis. Ever. “When you have nothing in you from giving it all to me, you will get a kind ending from me,” they say, slowly standing up along with her, their hands nearly reaching out towards her, presenting a chance for her to be held in their embrace if she, too, fell. Though their gaze darkened when they were told to...

“Promise to never leave me.”

“I...” Promise. The word that would haunt in their dreams, in their wakings. The thought of uttering it tore them apart, dread spilling from opened old wounds. Their heart wept feebly as they remembered. ( YOU PROMISED TO BE A GOOD RULER. YOU PROMISED TO BE A GOOD GODDEX. YOU PROMISED TO BE THE HEALER, THE LOVER, THE LIGHT. YOU PROMISED TO EVERYONE AND THEN YOU KILLED THEM. ) Finding her gaze deep in their own, their breath caught in their throat— a terrible place where they thought cosmic dusts was present. They belonged to the past though. Ofioúchos was nothing but a terror before, yet they could change to the better. Today, right now, would make up another proof that they were more than scary stories and tragic poems. Perhaps, Ofioúchos should had been grateful that they were still alive; they would still have the time and space to make themself anew, and from then on, they would not have the Universe define them for themself. No one would. Not anymore. Not ever again. ( YOU ARE OFIOÚCHOS EXPERIENTIA, THE RULER OF THE OPHIUCHIANS AND GODDEX OF DEVELOPMENT, AND YOU ARE ENOUGH. )

“I promisssse to never leave you.” Ofioúchos never once broke their gaze with hers as they spoke, confidence wavering, yet still present nevertheless. They took both of her hands and held them tightly, hoping their warmth to be able to reach and spread from their fingers, kissing every cold edges and corners in her. “I promisse to let you have my everything.” Whispers from the past form in their mind the longer time passed in their tenderness, their pain crawling across them and sinking deep into their flesh. They shakily sigh, trying to focus on Thetis and her only. “I promisse...” Determination flickered wildly across their serpentine eyes, and if Thetis would look at them carefully, maybe, she would see new stars appearing in them. Finding that with the stars, Ofioúchos appeared kinder, softer. As they were a rare sight found in the whole wide Universe, the sky and sea could never shine as bright as them, their love. “You will get that kind ending, Thetis.” Inhaling despair, exhaling hope.

“I promise, I promise, I promisssse....”

[astrogone]

* ﹙✧﹚  :    ❝   @olivierperrier​   ❞     /      𝐴  𝐺𝑅𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑈𝐷𝐸  𝐼𝑁  𝑅𝐸𝐷  .

❝ i..i..i..i….          y..y..y..y-you, d…d…d-don’t-, d..d..d-d-don’t—❞     judging by how EASY it was for Ofioúchos to steer ollie’s already stumbling steps to a chair, ollie’s protests are useless and he gives up choking on syllables for compliance. he knows its only a scratch, yet his body reacts as it always does when caught off-guard at the sight. (why can’t he be fucking normal?) Ofiouchos’ calm voice cuts through his thoughts and olivier takes a trembling breath and clear his brain to get out of FIGHT/FLIGHT mode. the image of blood (SO MUCH BLOOD) flashes rudely in his memories, making the hand on his non-injured side grip the edge of the chair as if he was going to fall off. fuck. despite the spinning sensation, ollie shakes his head to clear it of the image. NOT NOW. again, he forces himself to breathe even deeper. again. the spinning feeling begins to slow down and olivier can feel Ofioúchos pressing a bandage to his skin. gray eyes blink open to a blurry world and ollie tries to focus on Ofioúchos’ face. expecting annoyance, he’s surprised to see instead a mantle of gentle concern. oh. ollie’s heart beats in uncertain rythm as it tries to recalibrate his spinning world and cope with their face looking at him that way at the same time. his fingers unclench to sign some of the few ASL words he’s shared with Ofioúchos so far most commonly used by his (stupidly!) trembling hands:                                         «THANK YOU» (and then),  «SORRY»

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆. So Ofioúchos notices the way Olivier acts right in their shaky hands, and they find themself in him who tries to grip on to the edge of reality, to not fall back in the darkest place where death is the only guidance to escape. Their heart paces madly with anger that they can not hold Olivier’s hand, let their own lights, dying yet existing nevertheless, tell him that everything will be okay. They can not when they have to heal him first. ( NOT WHEN YOU ARE ACHING AT THE SIGHT OF HIS PAIN; WHAT BLOOMS, AND THEN CONSUMES. )

Once they are done, they find him using his hands to sign at them; a given gratitude that had quickly bled itself into shame. Ofioúchos’ lips twitch, but raises their own to sign back. Yet despite their words to Olivier to breathe deeply, their breaths are held back; there are just trembles in their hands as they see red on themself, crawling on scaled skin, reaching out to steal their lights. ( THE CRUEL KIND OF SHADE THAT IS FOUND IN THE TRAGIC KISSED LOVERS, IN THE GOD’S MOUTH, IN YOU— THE RUINATION. ) Their hands then helplessly fall to their sides. Beneath their tongue, there is a constellation, faint, dead. gone. 

“For what?” A voice that does not belong to Ofioúchos, but the rising storm, the fading colours, the frightening wonder of how the rabbit boy is so easy to fall like stars, like them.

( WHAT IS HE APOLOGIZING FOR? THIS APOLOGY WILL GO TO NOWHERE BUT AGONY. YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE TO BEAR THAT TERRIBLE TASK WHEN YOU ARE ON YOUR KNEES BEFORE THE TOMBSTONE IN THE VIOLENT NIGHT, MADE JUST FOR HIM THAT WOULD BE LEFT WITH ONLY MEMORIES, AS YOU WILL CONSUME HIS SKIN, HIS SKELETON— EVERYTHING. EVEN HIS NAME WILL BE WEDGED INTO YOUR THROAT, FULL OF HIS BLOOD, HIS LOVE FOR YOU— THE TRAITOR AND THE EXILED OF THE SKY. )

The awareness of Olivier’s blood drying on their hands sharpens then; it is cold, becoming their new skin, and the loneliest part of them still want to hold his hand in the end— so they can be reminded that everything will be okay. “For being a Human?” For living, surviving, dying? “Deitiessss can bleed as well, but they don’t apologizzzze for drowning the whole world with them.” They shakily exhale, glancing away from him. They want to come closer to him, but they dread that if they do, there would be nothing of them standing in front of Olivier.

Just the serpent who sees everything but themself.

”Don’t be ssorry for what you hold no control of. You are a good man, Olivier.”

( NOT LIKE YOU, NOT EVER LIKE YOU. )

[astrogone]

* ﹙✧﹚  :    ❝   @mvnces​​   ❞     /      𝑇𝑂  𝐹𝐼𝑁𝐷  𝑇𝑅𝑈𝑆𝑇  𝐼𝑁  𝐴  𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇𝑁𝐸𝑅  𝐼𝑁  𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑀𝐸  .

"That’s kind of up to you, isn’t it?”

Popping a french fry into his mouth, Wes cast a curious glance up toward Opiuchos. It was maybe the first time that he had actually paid for a meal and had not weaseled his way into getting some sort of discount. (But, then again, he did offer to buy them both something to eat and he had found a family run restaurant. He was an asshole but not that much of an asshole). He shoved another fry into his mouth as he swung his leg gently from his spot on the edge of his apartment building’s roof.

“If you’re worried about me, like, poisoning it or something then you can just give it to me.” Because a normal person would expect there apparent partner-in-crime to think that they would poison them. Blue hues eyed her face for a long second before he shrugged, “I have no ulterior motive. Promise.”

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄.

‘What a heavy word to throw around over something small like this’, thinks Ofioúchos. The longer they dwell on this thought though, they start to realize that the offer from their partner-in-crime was what made a magnificent meaning behind it. Then to stand on a place that takes them both near to the sky and far from the land. Sitting beside Wes, the kind familiarity to the cold heart, an idea comes and speaks in resentment that maybe, just this once, they can look at the stars without fear to tell them that they do not need them when they have Wes— someone who they can consider as a friend.

Something strange stirs in them. Awkwardly, they glance at the meal and back at him. Sharpness melts into softness. “I jussst... I don’t remember when was the lassst time someone had brought food for me,” quietly admits Ofioúchos, the serpent, the predator. ‘I don’t think I can remember when was the last time anyone had done something kind to me just for the sake of being kind. With no intentions of gaining something from me or hurting me. I’m scared of kindness because it exists as a weapon to me.’ “I, uh, do appreciate your kindnesss though,” they mutter, taking their own tray— Wes’ promise— closer to them.

They take a French fry and squint when the salt strikes their mouth... Not too bad... “I got poisonssed one time, actually.” There is no bitterness in their tone as they share the fact to Wes, only amusement. “You should have seen that person’sss face when I told him I wasss immune to it— that I was part ssssnake.” They stick their forked tongue out to emphasize their identity. Then, they laugh. If only they have the courage to look at the sky while the world holds their mirth. The stars stare down at both them and Wes, glimmering brighter than before, consumed by Ofioúchos’ joy; a beautiful emotion the serpent rarely feel.

[astrogone]

❝ @ mutuals, send me a 🍓 and I’ll compliment you! ❞     /     pt. 5

🍓 @apochestriia: Cynthia, oh my gosh, I am!? Honestly, the moment I went into your blog after you followed me, I was so shook thinking how could anyone so awesome like you even find my blog!? Though, yes, when I checked it out, I swear, everything about your blog just! Blew me away! The writings, aesthetics, the headcanons— again, just, everything about your blog are beyond incredible and inspiring. Vanya is my second favourite character of the show ( first being Klaus, heheh ), and it makes me extremely happy to see someone is so so passionate of her! Your passion in her is utterly beautiful and seeing the dedication you would put in analyzing and researching to grasp her character further and make her more realistic and developed than the show could ever do it? Don’t even know how you’re not part of the U.mbrella A.cademy team because, seriously, everything you do with her would bring a bit of tears in my eyes when there is so much love and appreciation from you, and Vanya deserves it all of them. I am beyond excited to make more memories with you and your lovely Vanya, and see more content from you. Even your funny ooc posts would make my day as I love your sense of humour, I hope you know that your work will always be loved and appreciated. <3

🍓 @dcdpool​: Antonia, I’m actually? Really happy that you sent me a strawberry for me to compliment you! I was going to send you a compliment on anon when you reblogged that “go on anon and tell me what you think of me” post thingy, but by the time I finished my ask just as I reached the word limit, I was honestly sad that you closed the anon option, which is highly understandable. Though I am beyond grateful to be given a chance now to give you some love because, truly, you are one of the sweetest and talented people I’ve ever met, and I want you to know that very much! I love how you love your mutuals, I love how you love Wade, I love how much time and effort you put in your work and thoughts. Even if they are something small, the passion you have still makes them shine, and I love that as well. You nail Wade’s character in every points there is, and reading your writings would always take my breath away. I can really hear Wade’s voice in his dialogue and being able to sense every emotions he would have in your work? It’s incredible and I just don’t know how you could pull it off so amazingly well. You are an absolute delight in my life and I am forever beyond grateful to had find your blog. <3

🍓 @olivierperrier​: Ki, you will never know how much joy I would get in doing anything with you! From writing with you to interacting to even just sharing something, you have always been a great light to my world. I will always enjoy what we have together and always be looking forward to more between us. You and Olivier easily made a home in me and my muses’, and, just? Gosh, I fucking adore you and Olivier so much!?!? I’m always eager to see any more content with Olivier because everything that you do with him? Always, always, is there passion in them, and I can never get enough of them from you. Olivier is such a darling, I just want to hug him! ( Though not as much as Ofioúchos, of course! ) Your writings are so so incredible and inspiring. I had said this before, but, once more do I have to say, but you just know how to place every bits of details in your work, and it is amazing how you are able to tug my emotions and feel so much over our muses. Your work is poetic. Also, the fact that you would be determined to learn a bit about my muses to get their characterization right? I wouldn’t even mind if you did get it wrong in your opinion because you would just want to put the best effort in your work, and just? Gosh, you are so damn talented and wonderful. I am forever beyond thankful that we had even met and you know I’m always more than happy to do anything more with us together. <3  

🍓 @seekesotsibteadmist: Kyrian, you again... I absolutely adore how chill our friendship is? You definitely give me the vibes of being chill, and it’s very refreshing since it’s just so nice for me to be able to come up to anyone like you you without feeling anxious or anything. I always enjoy reading your messages to me as I always look forward to waiting and reading your responses, that applying to in character content too. Seeing you on my dash never fails to bring light in my day and night. You’re very kind, sweet, and friendly— you just know how to get my heart and soul. It still amazes me how long you have your muses. They are incredibly developed in every edges and corners and I will always get delighted seeing anything from you with them. It’s wonderful how much I can feel their emotions through your writings and I can easily have this urge to... wanting to hug them because they’re so endearing. You have this talent of bringing life into the characters, and if you plan to write a book, better let me know because I would even pay to just hear your magnificent thoughts. Never forget that you are truly out of this world. <3

[olivierperrier]

{ @astrotechne​ sends us a forehead kiss, curtesy of Ofioúchos }

“Something's not right about what I'm doing but I'm still doing it-- living in the worst parts, ruining myself. My inner life is a sheet of black glass. If I fell through the floor I would keep falling. The enormity of my desire disgusts me.” -Richard Siken

        IT’S GETTING BAD AGAIN -  an empty bottle of what used to be red wine stands next to its half full twin brother by the time ollie has had the willpower to call Ofioúchos, and even then he only breathes into the phone when a familiar voice on the other side asks ‘hello?’ and the word drips with concern. he hangs up before he can hear Ofiouchos utter his name, afraid for a moment to hear it said. ollie doesn’t know why he can’t speak to the only one he wants to see - the only one who could possibly understand - there is a restlessness within ollie’s self he isn’t sure he could ever tame. anxiety takes the form of bloody creatures in his torso with sharp nails and gnawing teeth that wear away from the inside of his ribcage and making a nest from the bone shavings they make. ollie expects any moment to see his chest split open like a bloody flower, his own hands ripping out organs and bones to desperately claw at the scurrying entities and SCRAPE them out so he can find peace in being hollow. but that isn’t how this works and it never has been. so he shakes out one, two blue pills from an orange bottle he despises and washes them down with more deep red as if he can drown the scrabbling animals in him and make them choke on the pills and finally give him peace PLEASE.     a knock hits his door just before a wine dark sky breaks to thunderstorm.     Ofioúchos finds ollie swaying in the doorframe with eyes as dark as bruises     and wineglass held so tight in trembling hand it could shatter. thunder booms     in the sky above the serpent constellation and rabbit-hearted mortal.     ollie to flinches so hard it hurts and black spots threaten his vison. Ofioúchos     speaks and ollie can’t hear them, ears rushed with static as he stumbles back     to let them in. why does he do that? no one has been there before when     needed no one cared and yet here they are before him,             creating stars in the black abyss where before there was only                                        ALONE.    thunder splits above them again and the wineglass shatters on the floor;     dropped as ollie brought his hands to cover his ears. there is no sense    of should or should not any longer as the xanax and alcohol numb life                and his sense of burning shame to a dull roar. gentle hands pulls the stumbling bookkeeper away from the mess and to safety and olivier wants to shatter himself at the act of tenderness he doesn’t deserve. ollie pulls his hands away for a minute and the apartment pitches and spins  threatening to pull ollie under until Ofioúchos draws ollie into their orbit once more. They smell of fire and ozone and juniper as they bend close and press a kiss olivier’s forehead - a gesture of protection. the action is soft, hand cupping ollie’s face up and just for a moment there is enough safety to take a rattling breath in before the next crack appears in the sky. instead of shattering, olivier melts into being’s starry comfort and curls fingers to grasp them closer for the first time in his life instead of pushing away. 

            the whole universe turns into a ringing in his ears centered at the lips of a                                                                 constellation.