Hythlodaeus keeps quiet as he walks the familiar, aether-structured streets of Amaurot. He passes by groups of his talkative brethren, though they all talked the same nonsense day after day. How long had it been since he’d been created? Or since Emet-Selch had visited? Time was frozen here. Days blended into the next, or maybe they never truly passed at all. 

He approaches the edges of the city, spying his quarry. There, beneath the railing of the southern most walkway, grew brightly-colored flora. Some sort of algae or kelp, he wasn’t certain. He kneels down, an (admittedly poorly-constructed) knife slipping from his sleeve. He never was good at creation magicks. That was why he harvested the local plants rather than just creating some himself.

He stands. It’s a long walk to the Capitol, but he has all of eternity. He starts the trek, tucking the knife away. It was always so dark here at the bottom of the sea. He remembers it being much brighter in Amaurot, when he would walk the streets with Hades - 

Emet-Selch recreated the glory of the Capitol faithfully, as any good Architect would. The gilded gold halls always seemed cold to Hythlodaeus, however. And now half of them don’t even go anywhere. But he knows the way to Emet-Selch’s office, and he does not stray today. 

Hythlodaeus enters without knocking. It’s just the same as ever. Still as organized. Still as empty. He’s tried his best to keep it clean, but it’s now almost sterile. He sighs, walks over to the desk, and pops the top off of an enclosed vase full of water. 

There. The kelp/algae/sea life shimmers under the artificial light. It was a beautiful sight. Perhaps one day Emet-Selch would come back to see it. But until then, he would be its only admirer. 

if anyone would like to plot / cry with me, my ims are open and my discord is Madame Ren#5041 !

Send my muse anons pretending to be someone they care about. The twist: make these anons as heartbreaking, disappointing, or anger-inducing as possible.

Pretend to give them bad news, pretend to break up with them, pretend to make an upsetting confession - as long as it hurts, it’s fair game.

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🤗Are they physically affectionate?  🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married? 🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?