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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀. an independent, mutuals-only multimuse featuring characters from 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄, 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐁𝐔𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 and more. as loved by missa.
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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐀. an independent, mutuals-only multimuse featuring characters from 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄, 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘𝐁𝐔𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 and more. as loved by missa.
#❮ missallanea / self promo ❯ ━━ ❝ the patron saint of no impulse control .#/ new promo for the new blog. uwu#/ gonna actually be posting there *hopefully* after some errands this evening.
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STILL finishing up icons forever and always but : the new blog is set up and ready to go !! Nothing is really there yet beyond the basics, but she's functionally ready to go. uwu
#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat .#/ i will be officially archiving this blog now!#/ as i said before: if i removed the character you were excited to play with i totally get if you don't follow to the new blog uwu#/ but i hope to continue with you over there <3
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watched the shadybug special and I just wanna say, I am personally victimized that I did not get even a hint of a hero!Nathalie.
guess I'll have to take matters into my own dang hands on the new blog.
#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat .#/ should have the new blog up in the next couple days
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HIATUS NOTICE : so, I've finally come to some sort of a decision about the fate of this blog. I am going to move blogs with a notably shortened character list. So this blog will be on a semi-hiatus until it is archived. I'll still be floating around the dash, commenting and liking, but probably not writing any replies until my move is done.
If I removed the muse you were primarily interacting with, I'm sorry !! I just realized I'd decided to take on a bunch of muses in the hopes of writing with certain people, but for some silly reason it was really stressing me out to actually write those muses. Obviously, if those muses are gone for you, I'll understand if you don't follow to the new blog.
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HIATUS NOTICE : so, I've finally come to some sort of a decision about the fate of this blog. I am going to move blogs with a notably shortened character list. So this blog will be on a semi-hiatus until it is archived. I'll still be floating around the dash, commenting and liking, but probably not writing any replies until my move is done.
If I removed the muse you were primarily interacting with, I'm sorry !! I just realized I'd decided to take on a bunch of muses in the hopes of writing with certain people, but for some silly reason it was really stressing me out to actually write those muses. Obviously, if those muses are gone for you, I'll understand if you don't follow to the new blog.
#/ reblogging this one more time uwu#/ I got a good chunk of stuff done last night and I'm feeling super positive about this#❮ missallanea / queue ❯ ━━ ❝ probably taking a nap .
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HIATUS NOTICE : so, I've finally come to some sort of a decision about the fate of this blog. I am going to move blogs with a notably shortened character list. So this blog will be on a semi-hiatus until it is archived. I'll still be floating around the dash, commenting and liking, but probably not writing any replies until my move is done.
If I removed the muse you were primarily interacting with, I'm sorry !! I just realized I'd decided to take on a bunch of muses in the hopes of writing with certain people, but for some silly reason it was really stressing me out to actually write those muses. Obviously, if those muses are gone for you, I'll understand if you don't follow to the new blog.
#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat .#/ i've been considering this for a while but it's that time of year where i need to change things#/ this is a good thing but also feels weird to be doing...#/ but i think it's gonna help my brain ;w;#/ eta: threads for muses I'm keeping are totally fine to be carried over once the move is done if you'd like to continue!!
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❝ WELCOME TO THE FAMILY JEWELS / COAL TO DIAMONDS ; SOLD TO FOOLS. ❞ ind. ADRIEN AGRESTE of miraculous ladybug. / written by claire. / feat. on madefate multimuse. / cr.
#❮ missallanea / promo ❯ ━━ ❝ to the devil with false modesty .#/ 100/10 must recommend uwu#/ wonderful characters wonderful writing
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@shonde: " so you're la muerte? oh zaps! " frankie fizzled as the memory struck. " some of my skeleton belonged to a sanchez bullfighter! "
A brow quirks as the young creature seems to be struck by memory, a smile curving at painted lips. "Is that right, cariño? Well, then it feels as if we must already be good friends."
#shonde#❮ la muerte / answered ❯ ━━ ❝ and the world keeps spinning and the tales keep turning .#/ not me doing a quick search to be sure cariño is a gender-neutral term before using it fdkjshf
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@madefate: ❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ / adrien @ nathalie!
The cigarette between her lips is a nasty habit that she has only recently picked back up : when they had been nothing more than college students and even into her career hunting down artifacts, she'd been a casual smoker. She'd only really given it up twice in her life : the first, when Emilie became pregnant with Adrien, a break which had lasted up until her disappearance. The second, when she came to be the primary caretaker for Adrien.
Time is ticking down for her now, and she doesn't suppose a bit of nicotine now and again will make too much of a difference.
It isn't until she hears Adrien's approach that Nathalie drops the cigarette and snuffs it with her heel, hoping that the smell isn't clinging to her too strongly as she turns to face him with a smile. "...You know by now that I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, Adrien."
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#❮ madefate / adrien agreste ❯ ━━ ❝ take my hand as we stand let's face the world .#❮ nathalie sancoeur / answered ❯ ━━ ❝ silence can never be misquoted .#❮ nathalie sancoeur / verse.03 ❯ ━━ ❝ i'm running out of patience to pretend .#/ i just love them a lot ;;;;
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@madefate: ❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ / lilith @ eda!
"Really, Lily? You really wanna lecture me about hiding things?"
As always, it's defensive mechanism : the paper crumpled up in her fingers is quickly shoved into her hair in the hopes that out of sight will actually be out of mind for once, though she isn't counting on it. It wasn't exactly Lilith's style to drop a topic once she got her claws into it.
A roll of her mismatched eyes, and Eda tries once more to brush the issue aside, "I told you, if it was something important, I'd let you know."
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#madefate#❮ eda clawthorne / verse.01 ❯ ━━ ❝ all good things are wild and free .#/ so fun fact i wrote two versions of this reply#/ the other one was them when they were kids and eda was ~freaking out~#/ but i wasn't sure if you'd wanna play in that timeline so i defaulted ;w;#❮ eda clawthorne / answered ❯ ━━ ❝ say that again and i steal your tongue .
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"Well, now... I should think that depends entirely on one's perspective."
It both is and is not an answer all at once : in truth, that is the space that Ashiok prefers to occupy. Something in-between. The boy appears to be doing everything possible to put up a good act, but that fear is painted across their skin in colours that they can see with ease. The planeswalker makes no move to approach, knowing better than to get too close to those they would prefer to use in their artwork.
And this boy does seem as if he would make a beautiful canvas.
"I wouldn't call my work dark magic."
This was at least the second time that Nico'd dealt with something primordial and generally-not-good-for-his-health-to-be-around, and he didn't like it any more the second time. He felt like a scared cat, hairs on the back of his neck prickling up and legs a bit too stiff as he stared at the person, not at all sure what they were doing, but definitely not liking it.
"Depends," he answered shortly. "Are you doing some dark magic in the Underworld?"
#❮ stygicniron / nico di angelo ❯ ━━ ❝ with great power comes great need to take a nap .#❮ ashiok / verse.01 ❯ ━━ ❝ every dream is a doorway .#/ why do all the eldritch horrors come for poor nico?#❮ missallanea / queue ❯ ━━ ❝ probably taking a nap .
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"You don't scare me."
The clarification is so important, and she says it firmly -- with all of the resolve she has in her, to make it clear that what she's so spooked by isn't Scanlan himself. Difficult conversations seem to be their norm as of late, and she isn't certain when their relationship had shifted this way.
"Just... the intimacy stuff. And I know it's... just something you don't even really think about. I mean... c'mon, I've spent most of my life with Grog, I know that you guys don't really think about it. You just... like you said, you just have a high libido and that kind of stuff... isn't as off putting to you."
It feels silly, now, to be saying it all out loud. Pike's been around the block and then some, but this? She's never really got it, and she can feel her ears starting to burn as she tries to even explain herself. "...I still like you, Scanlan. I just... don't want you to be expecting something that... y'know, that I'm not really... good with."
Her response is a lot... but Scanlan supposes he had it coming. After all, he's been poking the metaphorical bear this whole time. It was only a matter of when--when something would finally be said.
𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝I... scare you?❞
His stomach drops. Suddenly, Scanlan's whole body is on fire from the burn of his shame, feet aching with the urge to run. He really doesn't feel this kind of thing often, but Pike always seems to drag that shame out kicking and screaming. The gnome sighs, small and defeated.
𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝I'm not... sayin' you're entirely wrong, but I'm not sayin' you're entirely right, neither. Look, for what it's worth--❞ He sighs again, harder, just slightly frustrated at himself for not getting the words out right away. Words are his thing, dammit!
𝄇𝄋𝄋𝄆 < ❝I'm sorry, Pike. Some of the stuff I do... I really do like though, y'know? Some'a stuff I don't an' that's my own problem to solve. I have a huge libido an' honestly that's most of it right there, an' maybe someone with not as huge of one totally gets it, but--A-Anyway--... I'm sorry. I would never want to scare you.❞
#❮ heartheaded / scanlan shorthalt ❯ ━━ ❝ some call me kingslayer ; some just call me when they want a good time .#❮ pike trickfoot / verse.01 ❯ ━━ ❝ any path can be a holy one .#/ i always expect people not to be okay with my 'pike is ace' headcanon but so your reaction made my day ;w;#/ she still likes scanlan a lot she's just like...#/ ''you have a high libido i have no libido i want you to know what you're getting into''#❮ missallanea / queue ❯ ━━ ❝ probably taking a nap .
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In truth, she expects nothing less than this cold and clinical behavior from a woman so many know to be an ICE QUEEN. Though Hawkeye can empathize with how women must behave in male driven careers, and knows that openly displaying one's emotions can be seen as a weakness. That certainly seems to be how Olivier had gotten as far as she had : knowing what to prioritize, who to best project to get herself to her goals.
What a shame their goals couldn't have been more closely aligned, but she finds nothing so dislikeable about the Major General.
"Of course. I'm not particularly inclined to gossip, as it is." There's humor toying in her words, though it does not fully make it to her expression; neutral as ever, she watches closely to try and read the woman in front of her. INSUFFERABLE felt somewhat strong, but she cannot say she doesn't understand the perspective. Even her own work has had her growing complacent with the more relaxed atmosphere.
But insufferable? An amused smirk turns at the corner of Riza's lips, if only briefly. "Someone with my reputation? I'm afraid I don't follow."
"𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓," spoken only in a high-ranking military woman's straightforward manner. no smiles or friendliness given. the hawk's eye turned mustang's own personal babysitter gets a WARY glance and steel demeanor, though nothing exceptionally different than what the major general offers most. "certainly not," as the eldest daughter, she has to set the example and not be so dependent like her sisters and dumb younger brother. even when seeking the head of family position, they ought not to expect constant company out of her, the next fuhrer of amestris. "i trust you'll omit our little run-in from any future conversations between you and my brother."
furthermore, olivier DOESN'T CARE for anything south of fort briggs. living in the north takes guts---- it's a very harsh, demanding lifestyle that demands a specific amount of resilience out of your spirit, and that she understands and has been especially molded by. soldiers in the south are afforded the luxury of acting soft.
"this place is insufferable. how does someone with your reputation approve of such nonsense?"
( had the war broken riza, much like it did alex? )
#suchhatred#❮ riza hawkeye / verse.01 ❯ ━━ ❝ a dog of the military .#/ i need to finish riza's icons but didn't wanna hoard this so sorry for iconless reply ;w;#/ she ABSOLUTELY knows which reputation olivier means#/ but she wants to hear her say it#❮ missallanea / queue ❯ ━━ ❝ probably taking a nap .
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"Oh...? You've broken through far more quickly than I would have expected..."
The voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere all the same, echoing off the inner most corners of Kratos' mind. There was nothing particularly original to be found within the Spartan, nothing beyond that delightful twist of fate that had those ashes clinging to their skin through the centuries. What a cruel, beautiful trick — they almost wished they had created that themselves.
Their hands move then : not Ashiok's, but those of the deceased children and wife, stained with blood and dust as they reached out and clung to Kratos' legs. Smearing their own gore down ashen skin as they moved inhumanely — necks broken at obscene angles, bones pierced through skin and muscle. The smallest one's skull was caving in, face aghast as she pleaded with her father. Begging. Screaming. A thousand voices coming together in a deafening volume, accompanied by the ever present sounds of bodies breaking.
The most exquisite cacophony of sound.
And then — just as quickly as it had begun, their playthings fall still once again. Releasing Kratos, they fell back to the dirt in silence, skin and muscle slowly melting away until there was nothing left behind but bone.
"I had thought a being with a reputation such as yours would have something original to offer me..." They are there, then : only a short distance off from the Ghost of Sparta, the Nightmare Weaver hovered with what one could only assume was amusement on their face. Or, perhaps it would be more correct to say, what remained of their face.
They had expected a great many things, coming to this place. They had expected something new from their gods, from this so-called ghost who had ascended from his humanity into something else, and who had brought his wrath down upon everyone and everything that came between him and his vengeance. "I expected a god. Instead, I've found... just another man. Haunted by his choices. Toying with his regrets."
A wicked smile crosses the creature's face.
"How... disappointing."
@missallanea asked: ‘ let your darker side give in.’ / ashiok @ kratos because if he thought the norns were unpleasant…
Kratos stood, the youngest and most promising captain Sparta had seen in an age, at the head of his army, facing down the barbarians that threatened their home. They numbered in the thousands, but that had not stopped the Spartans before. It would not stop them this day.
But Kratos was wrong. The barbarians outnumbered the Spartans by more than they could count, and as the hours passed, as the battle raged, his men died around him. Kratos knew in that moment, that he and everyone on this field was going to die.
He was not going to give in; he could not be so easily defeated by mere barbarians!
"Ares!" the warrior cried out, looking to the sky, praying the god of war might hear him and heed his prayer, "Destroy my enemies, and my life is yours!"
It meant little for him to pledge his service to the god of war; as a Spartan, he already led the armies, and they had taken home a victory each day before today. Why should he not serve Ares?
And the god of war heard Kratos, and he answered. Ares descended from Olympus and saved Kratos, determined to turn him into the perfect warrior, his servant on Earth.
Kratos knelt before the god and swore an oath of loyalty, one that would bind him to Ares, irrevocably: "My life is yours, Ares. From this day, I shall carry forth your will."
Once the oath was spoken, once Kratos's soul was pledged to the god of war, Ares did as Kratos had entreated. He destroyed the barbarians that would have slaughtered Kratos and his men. The bodies fell like rain across the battlefield, with some barbarians simply exploding, others bursting into flames with a scream, and still others were crushed in upon themselves until every bone in their body was broken and they were little more than a smear upon the ground.
There was only one thing left to do. A servant of Ares required more than a simple sword and shield to spread the might of the god of war. Ares brought forth the Blades of Chaos, that only his mightiest warrior might wield. The Blades were affixed to Kratos's arms, chained and seared to his flesh, to his very bones, a part of his body. They would serve as a permanent reminder to Kratos and the world, that he carried a vow to Ares within him.
And Kratos used the blades as Ares had intended, conquering armies, bringing chaos and war and death everywhere he went. There were none that could stop him, nothing that could slake his bloodlust. The more blood he shed, the more frenzied he became, the more desperate to appease Ares, to serve the god of war.
The temple dedicated to Athena barely gave him pause, even when an oracle of the temple tried to warn him away, to tell him not to set foot in such a sacred place, not when he was covered in the blood of the goddess' faithful. Kratos pushed her aside and threw open the doors, intent upon slaughtering all within the temple, for they were not serving Ares.
And in his rage and his bloodlust, he did as the god of war had hoped: without any concern for the fact that there were women and children sheltering in the temple, Kratos slew everyone inside.
It was only after their bodies lay dead at his feet that he realized his last victims had been calling out to him, had been pleading with him to recognize them, to snap out of whatever stupor he was in. And he had slaughtered them anyway, heedless of their pleas, of their cries.
Kratos sank to his knees, the body of his wife and child lifeless at his feet, their blood staining his hands.
But even as he watched, the image shifted….and it wasn't just Lysandra and Calliope at his feet. There was one more body, one more victim of his senseless rage.
Atreus had curled around his older, much smaller sister, trying to save her from their father's rage, one hand outstretched, as though to try to reason with Kratos. His blood spilled, spreading around him the way it had that day he'd first transformed into a bear, the day that Kratos had thought that it would happen again, that he would have another of his children's blood that he would never be able to wash away, would never be able to take back.
He looked down his hands, horror and despair flowing through him, in a way he had never felt before. Kratos let out a roar of absolute anguish, whirling around, trying to find whoever was doing this, whoever was playing with his mind.
It hadn't happened like this; he hadn't killed Atreus, he would never willingly raise hand or blade to his son, to his family, not the way he had, the way he'd been tricked into doing.
"Show yourself," he growled, hands clenched into fists, "Or you will see just what my darker side is like."
#❮ storiedhistories / kratos ❯ ━━ ❝ nothing is written that cannot be unwritten .#❮ ashiok / verse.01 ❯ ━━ ❝ every dream is a doorway .#tw long post#tw death#tw gore#/ holy long post batman#/ god i am so ready for this shit#❮ missallanea / queue ❯ ━━ ❝ probably taking a nap .
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To that last anonymous, you're totally right. I shouldn't have assumed the worst of that asker, and for that, I apologise. It felt to me like someone was trying to put me on the spot, and I reacted negatively. I'm coming out of a fandom where people were attacked a lot and I think I was being defensive unnecessarily.
For the time being, I'm gonna shut off anonymous because clearly I'm taking it too personally. If I didn't want to respond, I should have simply not responded, and not drawn attention to it.
I'm gonna sign off for the night now.
#❮ missallanea / ooc ❯ ━━ ❝ probably listening to a musical on repeat .#/ and to that other anon: I'm sorry if you feel I'm playing the victim.#/ I don't really know what to say to that.
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