#hymnofshadows

[demonicdiligence]

@hymnofshadows

Zagan was just standing there in the doorframe, menacingly, as he stared over at Maria.

"You know dear, I had a fun idea...! Though I'm not sure if you'd be game or not. The two of us appreciate a good spar every now and again, yes?"

The President of the Underworld says as he treads over towards her.

"How would you feel about adding a little wrinkle to our spars. We know when we're going to set upon one another, but normal combat rarely affords us such opportunities. What if... we were to play around with ambushes?"

[nostomannia]

Bingo! || @hymnofshadows

Only one bingo smh.

"Well, even if it's only one, that's a lotta spaces crossed out..." Though, not goofing off or artistry was close to being a deal-breaker.

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

(@nabeandfriends - Nabe)

Oh good gods, there's a crow in the library!

Repeat, there is a crow in the library!

... Nabe would like help putting her birthday hat back on. oAo

"...ah, A Happy Birthday to you then, is it, Nabe? Hold on a moment-"

It would no be long before Hriob would give her not one, but two birthday hats- and a small bowl of berries for her to munch on to boot-

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Honestly, that was so pathetic I'm giving you the money anyway."

Here have half a million dollars, Guy. Maria just feels that bad for your brother.

He just doesn't question it as he takes the money. "Just when I thought he couldn't get any lower, there he goes."

[dragonskxn]

Examine! Nabe

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

A talking corvid that had been visiting Annalise's home. Converses with her chickens often. May or may not trigger a livestock uprising.

[godfrey-industries]

“Don’t you pencil me in with those anemic sacks of shit!”

“I am a demon. Vampires suck blood and dick. Demons suck souls and dick.”

“We’re inherently better than them in every way.”

[brawlqueen]

" .... okay. " a stoic and quiet nod and a small voice. it's clear the girl has a steel core; but beneath that is still a quiet unease. a sense and familiarity of when things go to the worst possible place. the cyclops serial killings taught her that - no, before that too.

so she likes to think she's prepared, right?

" mizuki. " she isn't sure if her name will be used against her, be it her maiden name or her adopted one. where was date? well, he hadn't been dragged into this mess. but his snarky and dry, often grumpy tone was something she admitted she needed to hear.

" . . twelve years old, sixth grade. well, i'll be graduating but - i understand. maria-san. or, er, miss maria. " she nods quietly. she's never seen anyone like maria before; but the coat certainly dwarfs her tiny frame. " . . . i don't have much information. i mean, i don't even know what's going on. " her eyes tighten.

" can...you tell me? "

"You can give it back later," she said, a warm smile on her face. "But it's just a coat, I can always buy another when I get home." Sure, an enchanted coat could be on the pricey side, but money's never been a concern for her.

She'd amassed a large fortune in the thousand years she'd been integrated in society.

"Most people call me Maria Mentar," not her name, just a title, but she wasn't going to explain that.

Probably a bit much to heap onto a human at once.

"What about you? What's your name?" The anger still lingered, but it was likely clear that whoever Maria was angry with, it wasn't the literal child in front of her.

[nabeandfriends-archive]

In light of the anons going around starting problems, I'm preemptively going to remind everyone that yes, this is a sideblog, but I don't send asks related to this blog anonymously.

All asks I send will come from @hymnofshadows, and will be prefaced with (@nabeandfriends - <character>).

Any asks I get starting problems will be blocked/reported.

[elementalnight-archived]

Archiving this blog

((Hey all. As much as the story and ideas I wanted to explore here interested me, I simply have more muse for other characters.))

((Y'all can find me at my other RP blogs: @shatteredwastes, @hymnofshadows, and @nabeandfriends, but I don't believe I'll be logging back into this one again.))

[demonicdiligence]

@hymnofshadows ask continued :

"Exams," she said pointedly, but a smile was given regardless.  Maria bent down to give him a kiss.  "And what of you?  It feels like it's been ages."

Zagan stood proudly and at attention to receive affection, before giving a noncommittal shrug.

“Apologies for that... election season! I was busy with that and, not to mention, I don’t like dragging my partners onto the circuit with me.”

He doesn’t even think to say ‘I won, by the way.’

“But, I’m free now! I’d love to hang out again, if’n you’ve got the time!”

[nostomannia]

‘TOL AND SMOL’ PROMPTS || @hymnofshadows

[ GIVE ]  for the taller muse to place their jacket around the shorter muse’s shoulders,  the garment essentially ‘swallowing them whole.’

The desert is a land of extremes. From the blazing heat in the day that scorched even the heartiest of plants, to the near-freezing cold when the sun finally faded.

Maria took her coat off, draping it over the shivering form of the human she'd found - the magic woven in it working to regulate temperature. "Let's get you inside."

Being out in the desert unprepared was perhaps the most unfortunate thing to happen to her as of late. Parched, covered in sweat, and most definitely not in clothes meant for such an envorinment.

Now that the sun was gone, it was even worse. Hrer fingers had gone numb. She curled and flexed them to try and warm her hands. Who the hell would ever live out in a place like this?

Too focused on how cold she was, she barely noticed the approach of a stranger, nearly jumping to her feet as something was draped around her shoulders. She looked up to meet the eyes of the pink-haired woman with some shock. She barely registered that the coat was unusually warm- chalking it up to leftover body heat from the stranger.

"I-..." Solita couldn't form words for a moment. Getting to her feet, she realized just how tall this woman was, staring up and blinking as words failed to form in her head. "Th-thank you."

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

(nabeandfriends) Nabe doesn't really know what "Christmas" is, but a lot of worlds have holidays around the solstice that involve gift giving!

Hriob may find (sitting next to Nabe, who looks much too proud of herself) a parcel containing a hand-written illustrated guide to Omnion's medicinal plants, a handful of crow feathers, and (from Mian) an unenchanted wooden mask - carved to look like tree bark, and decorated with the flowers and petals from a magnolia tree.

Affixed to the back of the mask is a small sachet of dried magnolia flowers and a note describing the best way to prepare it as tea.

The Book on Herbology is already lovingly speed-read and added to his personal library, the feathers added to his clasp on his cloak, the flowers and instructions already being put to use with a small kettle over a hearthfire, and the mask is set aside... at least, for now...

Nabe is already gifted with some warm, fresh gingerbread cookies, as well as a tiny little scarf that will change size with her if she decides to change to human-form anytime soon.

[sins-of-the-sea]

🌱

Questions for Immortals/Ancients

🌱 What is one thing about the world you’ve come to appreciate?

"That nothing is truly alien or beyond understanding in any part of the world regardless of the time, regardless of the cultural climate or the language spoken. Everything and anything can be learned as long as you take the time and be earnest with it. Our understandings of the world do change, but it can be caught up with, or rewound to see where we are coming from. But I always appreciate when that understanding becomes wider and more widely embraced."

[dragonskxn]

Examine! The tree in Annalise's Cottage.

Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.

A tree, tall and thick and sturdy, that's been growing for centuries. It had been just a mere sapling growing through the floorboards of the dilapidated shack that became Annalise's cottage when she first discovered it. Stairs have been carved into the trunk to lead into the upper floors of her home. In the spring, the branches that break through the roof are covered in thick, fragrant flowers.

[godfrey-industries]

“I know I can just resist the summoning but what if it’s an opportunity to take some chump’s soul? Souls are hard to come by nowadays.”

[demonicdiligence]

A sigh leaves him. With a brief snap of his fingers, his eyes take on a strange, sickly green glow...

And then he is standing besides her - the hanging lamp still as death itself - and his eyes back to normal. Zagan takes her hand with two of his claws.

"I... apologize, dear. Force of habit."

He purses his lips as, with a hum, he speaks a simple fact.

"I'll not be too terribly busy for a while. And while I am exceptionally adept at swift applications of death, I have many other talents. And, at the end of the day, all worlds are connected... in one way or another." A smile. "I am yours to command. I will help in any way I can."

“… It can be frustrating.  To see a problem.  To know the solution.  And to be unable to do anything about it.”

Maria gave a heavy sigh.  “There are times I regret agreeing to those terms.”