#wildinfinitum

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[   @wildinfinitum  |  lyrical sc   ]

Maybe it was force of habit of being a barmaid, however moment she wasn’t alone, Demi was quick to start chatting. Sometimes lighthearted things & other, thing get in theory bit more serious, like this time.

“  Who knows why we are the way we are?  “ There was short moment of silence, however not meant to receive the answer, more to fill up her bucket with ice. Well, technically speaking they could ask one of actual deities. Would the risk be even worth it? However it became a quick bounce off to another question, this time directly meant at Naib. “  If you could have the answer to one question, what would it be?  ”

[closedcoffins]

How important are apologies, to your muse? Do they have to be aloud? for dandelion :3c

Oh, apologies are endlessly important to Dandelion, especially verbal ones, since he's very familiar with how shameful many see it to lower themselves enough to spit out an apology. Not only does he expect one if he's to forgive someone for their transgressions against him, depending on the severity he might even demand one right away, in his own fashion.

That said, he has a difficult time apologizing to others over small matters and tends to justify his words and double down when called out---if he's not trying to play up his own good character.

headcanons. / accepting.

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  modern verse || misc ask

"Psst, Vic. Hey Vic." Mike's whispering, but it's a painful stage whisper, complete with his hand raised to the side of his mouth, which is turned into a wide grin. "You wanna go on an adventure? I promise I'll have ya back before curfew!" @wildinfinitum

Focusing on studying was meant to be the plan. Not that he ever doubted Mike’s mental capability nor his own, but it was always nice to have the company of another to keep each other in check. Emphasis on the ‘meant to be the plan’ part. At Mike’s sudden whisper cutting into the comfortable silence between the two, Victor perks up in unison to Wick’s own head rising from the ground; his brief slumber cut and greeted with a pat.

‘You’re kidnapping me?’ Victor scribbled onto the corner of an empty sheet of paper in front of Mike, ‘What would my nonexistent father say?’

Even his mock seriousness doesn’t last long before a wide smile is stretching across his face, ‘I don’t see any harm in going on a little adventure... but if we’re out too late, you’re buying us dinner.’

[bttnnghtmr]

@wildinfinitum​ : "Damn, Doc. Now THAT was quite the show!" A low whistle follows the voice that can be heard from behind Eli, golden claws tapping on the ground in amusement from where the Mole has poked out of his hole. A rare wrong turn and, well, this WAS an interesting development. Dark eyes flash to the blood splattered all around, and back up to the Owl. "Tell me, what did the poor sucker do to deserve that type of punishment? See something they shouldn't, perhaps? I must say, I think I know the feeling."

      Just make it look like wild animal’s attack. That was Eli’s main thought as he was taking care of yet another trespasser. Talons dug into throat and stomach next, making it as messy as possible. Next, using few more or less medical tools to make it even messier. Only when there was barely anything left, Owl finally stepped away, calming his nerves down and allowing at least part of blood to drop down. It’s been going on for a while and no one noticed, so it had to be fine, right? All that was left was to just get back and clean up himself.

      Yet moments before turning into bird and flying away comment behind him, along the whistle, made him tense up as with heavy step he turned towards Mole. Luckly enough mask covered up most of his expression, not allowing to show pure fear on his face, and soon his mouth turned into annoyed frown.       The bigger issue was what to do. He knew that currently he was on lost position no matter what he’d do, making attempt to escape just because of his own first reaction useless, since probably everyone around knew where Eli lives and he could just barge in with questions. Neither is Eli fast enough to try to get rid of other and considering that he was still mostly in, even if he tried, other had easy way out. Lying wasn’t an option either, from what was said he witnessed whole thing.

      Sigh of defeat escaped him. There was no good option for him, so he’s forced to just play along, or at least talk to him. Eli tried to get more blood of his.glovess and sleeves, while trying to come up with an answer to question that wouldn’t drag him further.

      “ I don’t think it’s any of your business. “ Despite trying to sound threathening and unmoved, his voice was slightly shaking, alongside his frown. It probably was easy for other to tell that he was scared. Who wouldn’t? Even if he did it to protect the forest, it was still murder and if word got out- he didn’t want to think about it. Eli would have to disappear himself, because there’s no way anyone would let a murderer to live here. At least not in Eli’s case, who everyone trusted as a doctor.       There was moment of silence, unsure what to say next. He wanted to get away, urgently. Words running again and again through his head, trying to find a point to get away. Worried smile appeared on his face, as he attempted first thought that came to his head       “ But if you know the feeling, how about we’ll just go our ways and pretend nothing happened? “ Just let me go and don’t tell anyone.

[guiltburied]

@wildinfinitum​ said ; Describe your muses laugh! Religious or non religious? And ways they say I love you!

- Describe your muses laugh : FIRST--- Norton has two types of laughter,, the fake one and the genuine one, he has mastered so much the art of putting on masks in order to get what he needed that he has grown to become a wonderful actor, and i can tell you that his faked laughter comes as natural to him as his genuine laugh, yet it´s not impossible to figure it out which one is the genuine and which one is the faked one, you just have to be very observant and have known him for some time perhaps. For the sake of making this shorter i will just describe his genuine one, that although its not a frequent thing, it is possible to pull a few out of him. Norton´s genuine laughter is deep, loud, hearty and carefree, the type that provokes laughter on others as well,,, it´s pretty contagious! if one could describe it with colors I would use the color yellow to describe it--- like a big neon yellow light! it´s the type of laughter that could make a nervous person relax a little more and the type that makes you feel welcome. oh, also! when Norton genuinely laughs, his eyes crinkle at the corners and his eyebrows tend to lift up a little.

- Religious or non religious? : Norton has never been a very religious person to begin with, the most he´s been connected to his religious self was back when he was a child because he had faith that if he prayed enough, what he wished would come true. After facing what he believes was “the harsh reality” he stopped praying at nights and his life pretty much remained the same. As of currently, he doesn´t really think about religion to be honest.

- ways they say I love you! : One way Norton unconsciously shows his love for someone is via proximity. Unconsciously he will start standing or sitting closer to whoever he loves or simply being closer to them. As someone who tends to detach himself from others as a way to avoid possibly hurting others, Norton unconsciously standing close to someone is one way to tell that he actually wants to be with this person despite his big fears. Another way Norton shows his love for someone is that he will start to look out for them in the shadows, not expecting anything in return other than seeing the person he loves being safe. This can come up as him protecting someone from physical harm or making sure that they are taking care of themselves. On the other hand, another thing that will let someone know that Norton loves them is if he is willing to speak about his past with them. His past is something he would never speak out loud with anyone unless that person truly meant a l o t to him, opening about his past equals to Norton opening himself as a whole because that´s the most intimate thing he has hidden inside his heart, so if he is willing to talk about his past with someone, you can tell that he truly deeply loves that person

[great0ld0nes-a]

✂ frooom... baby boy hastur!

//West I am coming for your neck next--

There was so much dust, so much smoke, so much ash. So many things flying around in this horrid dimension, and he only had so many tendrils to try and move things out of his way. Dimension-hopping was not an easy task.

One tentacle hit something heavy - a boulder or a ship maybe - and sent it flying off to the side. Only for it to hit something that cried out. 

A familiar cry. 

Howard raced in its direction, throwing the object away. He cared not what it was, or why it had been flying at him, but more that the person it had hit - the only other person he knew was here - his dearest little brother.

He expected to hear a voice, the same one that greeted him when he found the younger one floating face down in a lake somewhere. That it was all a gimmick, and his only close family remained unhurt. 

But there was nothing but a crushed corpse to be found. 

Silence. A tightening in Howard’s chest. Then a primal howl of mourning and grief deep from his throat, begging for these unseen weights to crush him next. 

Of all the dimensions they could have found, this was one where the gods became mortal. 

[unblot]

romance advice // accepting

@wildinfinitum​​:    shipping and handling for malleus, or anyone you didnt get but are itching to talk about!

COMPLIMENT HIM!!! he’s not the type of person who will ever ask for compliments, praise or any kind of affection because he’s super duper shy & embarrassed when actually given it. but it goes a long way for him. just being told he’s doing a good job or that he’s working hard genuinely makes him so happy.  again he’s very...prickly & embarrassed when given affection & praise but it’s pretty easy to tell it makes him happy. 

this will obviously subside over time if he’s in a relationship & gets used to it. then he’ll definitely return any sort of affection very earnestly. however! while jack does like affection if you touch his ears or tail without his permission & you’re not close to him that is a one way ticket to getting growled at. jack cares a lot about his personal space & especially sees these kinds of gestures as demeaning & rude so unless he trusts you, paws off. 

[thornsraised]

@wildinfinitum​ asked a question:  “ teach me to undo what’s done. ” ( diasomnia Floyd let's fucking GOOOOOO ) // twisted sentence meme.

“ if i knew how to do that myself in order to teach you, i doubt i would be here, ” lilia says, and his voice is gentle but even. he knows floyd doesn’t want to be here — in this dorm, away from his family — and lilia can’t blame him. if he had been sorted somewhere apart from malleus or silver, or had sebek been sorted into a different dormitory... the situations would have been similar.

“ but things that are done are done, and nothing can undo them. all you can do is look forward and act from this moment on. ” it’s likely not the advice floyd wants to hear, and even lilia has to admit the words feel hollow, like he’s quoting something he doesn’t necessarily believe.

[storytell]

@wildinfinitum​ asked

"Hey, Tex. How much can you deadlift? Whatever the number is I bet it's a lot. Like, 50 pounds even!" ( kai grif uwu )

❛     you’re  right  .  it’s  at  least  50  pounds  .     ❜  that’s  obviously  a  joke  ,  but  you’re  not  really  sure  she’ll  pick  up  on  it  .  doesn’t  matter  to  you  one  way  or  another  ;  at  least  you’ve  got  some  degree  of  confidence  that  kai  even  knows  how  much  weight  50  pounds  is  .  you  can’t  really  say  that  for  two  outta  three  of  the  guys  on  blue  team  .  ❛     tell  you  what  .  i’ll  get  back  to  ‘ya  next  time  i  deadlift  something  .     ❜

[demonicnotes]

@wildinfinitum​

Antonio is listening. Head nearly against the wall, eyes closed, picking over the sounds of the manor in his mind’s eye. Searching for something—or someone, rather. 

He knows from matches that the gravekeeper is quiet, terribly so. Despite the heavy boots he wears, even his steps are stifled, seeking anonymity. 

But he’s not silent, and that makes it possible to track him, were Antonio to focus hard enough (as he is right now).

He is by nature not a strategist, nor a schemer. But he does know how to intuit, how to twist the sociality that every person carries with them. He knows how to line up events to set a stage. Not with foul intentions, of course! But Antonio is a man that knows his audience, and he knows the gravekeeper will shy away from too obvious of an entrance. 

With this in mind, he has been keeping his attention on the survivor, and waiting. Right now, there is a hallway on the other side of this wall, one that the gravekeeper is approaching. No—walking down, now. Antonio just has to wait a few more moments, and—

That’s his cue!

He lurches around the corner, into the entrance of the hall from his end. Right into line of sight.

He’s posed like he just managed to stop himself from bumping into the other man, posture canted forward, his elbows bent, propped against the doorway. The way is blocked, but in just such a way that it almost doesn’t look intentional.

Antonio smiles down at the gravekeeper, teeth glinting in the dim lamplight of the hallway.

“Well, hello there. And what a coincidence, you’re exactly the person I was looking for.”

[redemptionsailed]

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

@wildinfinitum INTERVIEW MEME

█⚓▸ “My father.” The answer comes quickly, with little hesitation in his voice. Still, something about the way his voice shakes around the words makes it seem that it might not be so simple as wanting to reunite with a father he loved. “He taught me everything I know about sailing. He taught me combat, survival skills, hypnosis... Almost everything, really.” Well, except cooking. That was his mother, thank you very much.

█⚓▸ “I came here to find him and restore the honor of the Baden family. Surely I would be a useless son if I couldn’t even manage that, eh?” José’s laugh is quiet, dry, and humorless. “I want to see him again. Even if it’s just to grab his collar and shake him, asking why he simply vanished on the seas...”

[lethalcrashed]

@wildinfinitum​

The catacombs beneath the cathedral are immense, a largely disused labyrinth of tunnels that can be used as a quick and unseen path to almost anywhere in the city. This comes in handy when you are someone (something) like Luchino. 

There’s still a little bit of a thrill to the secrecy of it all—here he is, right below the nave of the church, with no one the wiser.

Well, besides the person he’s here to meet, of course. 

“Come out, choir boy. I know you’re here.”

[seastcrm]

"You're a sore sight for eyes." Tactless, probably harsher than whatever this poor creature is deserves. But that remains to be seen, as Demi stares down her nose at it - him? Her hands on her hips as she does. A quick glance back at her bar before she turns back to him. "I'd wager you've got quite the tale to spin - would you like to come inside?"

           Your body still remained in the midst of healing itself, growing more and more accustomed to the newfound modifications done to your former self. As nightfall loomed over the stragglers of the city, Luca quietly walked along the sidewalks. You couldn’t help but walk with a limp, as your metal leg had begun to rust and feel much heavier to carry from one step to the next. It had soon become his DOWNFALL, quite literally, as you collapse to your knees, where a woman seemed to take notice of you. 

          Already, annoyance begins to fester within you. Slowly scraping your metal leg to support you from under, you stand to come face to face with the woman. Truth be told, you had seen BETTER DAYS... but any day before his death seemed like the peak of what he looked like now. Your jaw clenches, failing to hold back the low rumble of your stomach. The mention of going inside seemed ideal, despite your lack of funds...

          But surely, it would be better than lying around some street... awaiting for what pathetic person would try and pocket him for resources. You might as well bite the bullet on this one. It may be the last good rest you can get for a while. At least until you can find somewhere to work. 

          “Sure,” you finally speak, watching warily of the woman with your one good eye. An eye that expressed clear distrust, hardened, yet exhausted from his new life as a dead man walking. “Don’t suppose you can spare something to eat. Can’t pay now... but soon.” 

          Soon would you be in an abundance of precious metals... to pay back what little you owed. You’re still waiting on what the world owes YOU. 

Your body creaks ever so softly, following after the woman into the bar. 

@wildinfinitum​ || unprompted asks 

[redhorizon]

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  //     ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ !  

( @wildinfinitum​​​​​ ) ＡＣＲＯＢＡＴ:

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

          A  grimace  ripples  across  the  surface  of  the  First  Officer’s  face  from  the  unexpected  tap  to  his  nose,  but  the  annoyance  ebbs  with  the  flow  of  his  drink  passing  his  lips.  He  swallows  deep  and  allows  his  mitch-matched  gaze  to  linger  up  to  the  man  standing  beside  his  chair.  “Mm...?  What  is  it?  Is  something  the  matter?”  The  hard  leather  of  the  pads  of  his  prosthetic  lift,  rubbing  over  the  spot  on  his  nose.  “Or  are  you  simply  craving  attention  akin  to  that  of  a  bored  child  hm...?”  It’s  not  Mike’s  fault.  The  officer  feels  the  beginnings  of  a  headache  coming  on,  one  sewn  of  his  own  work  from  a  previous  night  of  drinking.  But  what  better  way  to  rid  a  hang  over?  But  to  drown  it.          At  the  very  least  he  might  not  remember  the  pain  later  so,  that’s  just  as  well,  right?

[great0ld0nes-a]

✄

I deadass thought this was one of the murder memes I’m so sorry-

✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

Uh, I can draw okay with ink! I don’t know how many of yall saw my drawing of my OC Robert, but that’s roughly the extent of my general drawing talent. However, I’ve experiemented with conte (halfway between charcoal and oil pastels) and I really wanna try those out more sometimes if I get the time and right kind of paper! They turn out so lovely... Other than that, I really just like writing. That’s my main thing. I will write over a dozen pages in a journal some days. I’m setting a goal to write every day once this semester starts up again. I even ordered a nice Cthulhu-themed journal today even though I have plenty of journals as it is and didn’t need to spend the money oops. And also I should get into writing my own actual projects instead of just RP and journals. 

[surviiived]

@wildinfinitum​​​​ sent: “All I do is drink coffee and say bad words!” ( mike to yidhra! )

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Sentence Starters—Accepting!

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The Dream Witch overheard the Acrobat’s conversation with one of her followers and only found herself grow more confused the more she listened. 

‘It’s a wonder you are still alive, Acrobat,’ Yidhra commented, speaking through her possessed follower. And here she thought human beings were progressing as a species... it’s clear she’s wrong. They’re even more stupid than ever.