#rituaels

[altarcup]

GET TO KNOW THE AUTHOR.

name :  tink pronouns : she / they preference of communication : discord!! most active muse :  i'm not quite sure but it'll be a hot guy with long hair, potentially a vampire (sideeyes) experience / how many years : on and off since around 2014 platforms you use :  just here. i had ic twitters for a while but that died down quickly for me best experience :  probably exchanging hourlong world/character building voice notes with @rituaels <3 rp pet peeves :  not to piggy back off of morgan's response but i definitely can't stand the blind spot the rpc still has towards multi muses. "we need more x writers" when that muse is on your dash and HAS BEEN on your dash for the longest time. in the same vein it also feels like sometimes interacting with a mumu is too much effort for people. starter calls don't get traction unless you accept unspecified interactions, interest trackers get filled out with vague and unhelpful answers....... also female muses still get ignored folks!! what are we doing. fluff , angst , or smut : i'll do all but oftentimes angst seems like the easiest option because pain drives narrative long or short replies :  it all depends on my availability and inspiration but i tend to ramble !! best time to write :  late at night or when i'm supposed to be doing something else are you like your muses : some more than others but i generally struggle to write characters i don't relate to on at least some level

tagged: @daethe

tagging: whoever would like to!!

[murtmurtmurtmurtmurtmurtmurt]

do da bloode rituael 2 maek da deal offishial :~} draw da chalke sigil ande chante da promise of ur soules 2 me overr a chalice of bloode from ur hand :~}

Hello,Murt! I see you have great power! Care to join my evil villain team for evil villains? - Teen Rick Prime

hmmmm ',:~| waht wil u gibe me? :~}

[eatyobeansz]

Ritual.

[athena-swords]

Days of the week and witchcraft

Sunday : The sun —solar power,Sucess , personal empowerment, material wealth, health, beginning new.

Monday : the moon — the lunar power, purity, spiritual cleansing, astral work, divination, psychic abilities.

Tuesday : Mars — physical power , passion, sexuality, drive, ambition, achievements ,masculine power, activate protective talismans , reverse hexes and psychic attacks.

Wednesday : Mercury — knowledge, money, communication, the arts, change, acceptance, adaptability.

Thursday : Jupiter — luck, growth, fulfilment, worldly power , justice, authority, health and prosperity.

Friday : Venus — fertility, love, healing, prosperity, money, charm , goodness , blocking, self care , glamour, feminine power.

Saturday : Saturn — binding, banishing, stopping, ending, loss, renewing, transformation,Protection.

From moon take care everyone and be healthy and happy.

Credits to Pinterest.

[filmdeve10ped]

       cheeks    turn    pink;    she’s    been    a    big    help,    saying    okay    to    being    your    model    for    your    project,    but    you    didn’t    expect    things    to    get    so    ....    intimate,    between    the    two    of    you.    your    winter    piece    is    finished,    and    that’s    what    she    wants    to    see.    you    breathe    in,    and    flip    open    your    binder.    there    are    several    takes,    but    the    one    of    her    on    the    snow    sticks    out.    your    blush    turns    even    darker.    she’s    so    beautiful    ....    and    it’s    going    to    kill    you,    one    day,    probably    soon.

        ❝    i    think    that    it’s    gonna    get    high    marks.    what’ya    think?    ❞

                    @rituaels​:    i wanna see those pictures you took of me.

[idiotcontrol]

         𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴   𝘪𝘴   𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺   𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.                                                                𝗼𝗶,   𝘀𝗼𝗱   𝗼𝗳𝗳.          𝘪'𝘮   𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵   𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨,   𝘪𝘵'𝘴   𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦   𝘩𝘰𝘸   𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩   𝘴𝘩𝘦   𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴   𝘺𝘰𝘶.                                                                𝐲𝐨𝐮   𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭   𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝   𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬.

         there’s   no   more   from   marc,   fortunately.   you   continuously   try   your   best   to   block   him   out   in   times   like   these,   where   it’s   just   you   and   her   and   nothing   else.   the   outside   world,   despite   being   just   on   the   other   side   of   your   window,   does   not   exist   here.   nothing   can   harm   you   and   her.   safety.   warmth.   home.

         there’s   so   much   you   want   to   say   to   her,   but   you’ve   never   been   the   type   to   give   speeches   –––   everything   you   say   comes   out   wrong,   discombobulated,   to   the   point   where   sometimes   you   think   it   would   just   be   better   to   keep   your   mouth   shut.   little   idiot   steven,   the   worm,   always   needs   to   shut   up.   but   she   doesn’t   make   you   feel   like   that.

         she   curls   into   you   as   she   speaks,   and   in   response,   you   tuck   her   even   closer.   lips   brush   against   her   forehead.   ❝   i’m   always   going   to   find   you,   ❞   you   breathe,   one   hand   resting   on   the   back   of   her   head,   while   the   other   finds   it’s   way   under   her   shirt,   fingertips   tracing   the   knobs   of   her   spine.   ❝   always,   and   forever,   dear   heart,   ❞

         @rituaels​:   ‘  i’ve  been  lost  but  i’m  here  now .  you’re  the  only  person  who  has  ever  been  able  to  find  me .  ’ / steven.

[deadsocialite-a]

       ❝    i    can’t    feel    my    toes    or    my    fingertips,    my    chest    is    pounding    so    fast    i    can’t    keep    up    with    it    ––––    i’m    losing    it,    fuck    !    ❞

                                        @rituaels​.

[publiclyabsent-moved]

@rituaels: ’ death kicked me and i kicked it back. ’

          aw, you’ve felt that boot before, haven’t you? annette shudders a bit, the statement sending chills down her spine. being treated like a hacky-sack by the fates isn’t an experience she’s unfamiliar with. but she’d never known retaliation to be near the realm of possibility. aside from her being taught that it’s almost always the retaliator who gets in trouble, even if they didn’t really do anything out of line, she isn’t the reactionary type. frankly, annette is most like a target that, while almost too easy to hit, still satisfies the attacker. 

           her left hand raises to the little necklace she wears, fiddling with the charm absently. “+ then ... then what? or. has it not gone that ... far yet.”

accepting.

[doesntplead]

         𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚   𝗜𝗦   𝗔   𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗   𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧   𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗦   𝗬𝗢𝗨.   trying   meant   the   possibility   of   failure;   trying   meant   that   it   was   not   enough,   or   that   you   were   not   sure.   your   father   tried   to   love   you.   your   mother   tried   to   convince   you   that   you   weren’t   a   monster.   you   tried   to   get   better.   but   look   where   trying   has   found   you   ––––   you’re   not   better.   your   mother   is   dead   because   of   you.   and   your   father...   he   could   never   love   something   like   you.

         𝗕𝗨𝗧   𝗬𝗢𝗨   𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧   𝗧𝗢   𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘   𝗛𝗘𝗥.   trust   is   for   children   and   dogs,   but   there   is   a   tug   to   her   that   you   cannot   help   relish   in.   you   have   felt   this   sort   of   blind   trust   only   once   before,   back   at   the   TVA,   with   the   only   man   you   have   ever   considered   to   be   a   friend.   but   your   trust   in   her   was   different   than   how   it   was   with   mobius   ––––   it   was   deeper,   something   that   hit   you   directly   in   the   sternum.   so   if   she   says   that   she   is   trying...   maybe   you   can   believe   that   she   will   not   just   give   up   when   it   proves   to   be   too   hard.   or   maybe   she   will,   and��  you   will   move   on,   alone,   just   as   you   were   born   to   be.

                        ❝  and   what   does   trying   mean   to   you?   does   it   mean   you’re   just   not   sure?   or   that   you’re   forcing   yourself   you   love   me?   to   love   a...   a   monster.   ❞

             @rituaels​:   ‘  i  hope  it’s  love .  i’m  trying  really  hard  to  make  it  love .  ’

[lethalhacksa]

@rituaels​ asked: ‘ i don’t think it’s living , but it’s not hurting either ’

❛  existing?  ❜   the word is heavy in her throat, as if the modulator doesn’t want to even bring the idea forward and breathe it into reality. like a rat sniffing for food, corpos had an hunger for more, because the best was never good enough. it was something that samara in her post-militech life had struggled with, grappled with, because the truth of it was; corpo-rats were no different than the regular street rats. the gangs just were different. it’s seemed different, but it was exactly the same; blood in blood out. the only difference was; the gangs actually had some sick sense of a family; in the world of the mega-corporations it was survival by any means necessary. 

survival  by  any  means  isn’t  just  for  destitute  street-rats.  survival and self-care didn’t mean the same things that it did to most of the world. in some cases it did, but in a lot of ways it was up in the air. chems and alcohol were common for everyone, but other people took it to the edge to feel something. street races, braindances, and for people like samara; netrunning. going to what mattered; the edges of the net  —  to the black wall. it’s living in the most loose sense of the word and it feels more like a half-life. this? this is the most alive she felt in years. 

❛  just  do  what  and  who  makes  you  happy.  ❜  the netrunner shrugs nonchalantly, as if it’s as common as breathing in a world that constantly wants to commodify your existence and shrink you down to your tiniest, most easily moldable parts. change your skin, your face, your body, it’s everything for the company.  ❛  i  hate  to  say  this,  but,  just  existing?  it  sucks.  and  yeah,  it  sucks  to  be  hurting  but  pain  doesn’t  last  forever  and  if  it  does;  it  means  you  need  to  let  go  of  something.  ❜ 

[deadsocialite-a]

                      ❝    hold    my    hand    tight    (    ....    )    we’ll    make    it    another    night.    ❞    it’s    not    suggestion,    but    a    demand.    your    right    hand    uncurls    from    the    steering    wheel,    reaching    over    to    her.    your    left    hand    grasps    firmly    onto    the    leather    wheel,    and    your    heart    rate    picks    up.    up    ahead,    the    vague    outline    of    a    deer    steps    into    the    road.

                                               @rituaels​.

[cyberdroids]

@rituaels:    ❝  hey.    give me a lift outta here?  ❞

burn pygmalion.    (still accepting)

it’s raining for once.    a cold and hard downpour, steam rising from the various sewer grates, making this town look as much like the steel jungle it often feels like.    bit of a rarity in night city, but a welcomed one nonetheless — the heavy droplets will help wash the blood from your knuckles.    a body lies still on the soaked sidewalk before you, with a dent in his skull that would perfectly fit your left fist — if, of course, anyone made the mistake of asking to doublecheck.    drenched locks obscuring halved vision are pushed back by alabaster digits, marbled chrome sparkling under the neon lights in some bright, violent warning to all who dare approach what is rightfully yours.

𝙱𝙴𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙴, 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙳𝙾𝙶 !

❝  AND STAY DOWN!  ❞    boot meets wrist, the sickening CRACK of fragile bones echoing in time with the snarl that tears from pulled back lips, fangs snapping hungrily at what’s left of unconscious cretin under your foot.    moronic fleshbags, the lot of ‘em.    it’s a thought you’re left stewing in as ankle-high clouds swirl around you from another’s movement.    a quiet presence, one you’d recognize at the end of all things, and protected by second skin shed from your own shoulders.    her touch is gentle — simple — soothing.    she feels like home, somewhere warm and safe that you hide in when searching for peace amidst the constant chaos of your reality.    a light pressure is felt upon left bicep, and the harsh gaze that suddenly meets deep browns softens to reassure worried expression.

❝  hey.    give me a lift outta here?  ❞

she almost sounds bored, maybe a little annoyed from getting soaked by the rain, but none too disturbed by the events that has transpired right before inquisitive eyes.    the keeper of your mechanical heart revels in these displays of prowess, and probably enjoys the show even more than you do.    long fingers delicately wrap ‘round left forearm to maneuver herself into your side.    she fits so perfectly against titanium ribs and synthetic flesh, naturally filling the gaping hole in your soul that’s always whined into the darkness for something — anything, to hear its desperate call.

𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝚂𝙾 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚈, 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝚂𝙾 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙻𝚈.    𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴, 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴, 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 !

❝  of course,  ❞    serpentine hiss as an arm snakes around her waist, constrictor’s grip a frightening experience for anyone else as you pull her as close as the physical world will allow.    vision loses focus for a moment, concentrating on a different conversation, before returning with a sharp grin.    ❝  it’ll be here in a few minutes. but, until then —  ❞    thumb and forefinger easily lift soft chin, own head dipping as you press a long kiss to lips already turning a slight shade of blue from the cold that sinks bone-deep.    she lets out a shaky exhale against your mouth, breathing new life into an artificial existence, and something like a chill runs down reinforced spinal column in response.    they say this is what love is supposed to feel like, right?    finding warmth with someone in even the most frigid of moments?    you’ve never claimed to be an expert on the subject, nor has anyone that’s known you for more than a few minutes, but the feeling nestles itself between your servos anyway.

a pair of headlights suddenly appear and illuminate the scene as the delamain pulls up, ready to cart you both back home.    it’s almost startling for you, but the interruption sends companion’s head swiveling in its direction, eyes wide like a rabbit ready to run, run, run at the first sign of danger.    but she doesn’t need to run, not anymore, not as long as you’re there to stand between her life and every death that occupies this city like a plague of plagues.    an apex predator paired with professional prey.    it would be funny, if you weren’t so serious about what she means to you.

❝  come on,  ❞    barely a murmur, but enough to regain redhead’s attention as you coax her to the open door inviting you in.    the interior is dry, heated, and spacious, but on instinct you both seem to tangle together as one, her smaller body folding in your lap with a practiced comfort, head resting against nigh-still chest as she curls into you.    delamain’s voice feels distant despite the relative quiet of the car, and you can only manage one word as focus dares not divert from love within your arms.    ❝  home.  ❞

[terrifythem]

💕 ,, aha...

:) @rituaels

Send 💕 (or “hearts!” if the symbol doesn’t show up) and I’ll fill out the following for our muses:

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes? || no

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

[hereticsinc-a]

@rituaels​    𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉   :       “  If you continue your attempts at flirting, I will be forced to take drastic measures.  ”   /   okay sorry sorry sorry one more for will bc beck is emotionally stunted even when they are together

“      .      .      .      ——      I      think      you      overestimate      my      ability      to      flirt      ,      ”      and      words      tease      the      tip      of      his      tongue      ,      flitting      outwards      as      he      mused      ;      (      𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓      𝐀      𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄      𝐈𝐓      𝐈𝐒      𝐓𝐎      𝐁𝐄      𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐃 .      )            “      ——       What      kind      of      drastic      measures      would      you      take      if      I      were      to      ,      hm      ?      ”         That      ,      within      itself      ,      might’ve      been      a      peek      behind      the      curtain      ;      such      complexities      render      his      𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆      𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆      incomprehensible      to      many      ,      but      to      few      ——      well      ,      𝙩𝙤      𝙩𝙝𝙚      𝙛𝙚𝙬      𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩      𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙      𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮      𝙨𝙚𝙚      𝙝𝙞𝙢.      .      .      they      may      have      just      bore      witness      to      whatever      𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋      𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐌'𝐒      𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍      𝐎𝐅      𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆      𝐖𝐀𝐒 .

𝟓𝟎 %  𝐎𝐅𝐅       ╱       ACCEPTING  .

[shotjocks]

                  ❛        i    don’t    care    what    you    did    in    the    past    ,        ❜ 

                                 ❛        all    i    care    about    is    you    .        ❜ 

                                                      @rituaels​    .

[childactress-a]

❤️❤️❤️WE RUN THESE

3/10 hearts let’s go oc nation