pariahphoenix
The Pariah Phoenix
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LINES I’VE HEARD THAT ARE RAW AS HELL: A SENTENCE STARTER PACK
“I will face God and walk backwards into Hell.”
”Pick a god and pray.”
“Then perish.”
“Violence for violence is the rule of beasts.”
“I have been through Hell and come out singing.”
“There are no gods here.”
”Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard.”
“Do I look like the kind of man who dies?”
”Do you think God stays in heaven because he too lives in fear of what he’s created here on earth?”
”Most monsters are a manifestation of our own fears and inability to accept different cultures we don’t understand.”
”You can only learn from pain, the more pain the wiser you become.”
”God, forgive me.”
”I am blighted being cursed with sight.”
”This is the age of the expanding man.”
“God’s dead and soon we will be, too.”
“I thought there were no heroes left in this world.”
”To become God is the loneliest achievement of them all.”
“You kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies.”
“Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end.”
”People who don’t fear death are the ones who crave it.”
“This is Hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods.”
“Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.”
”Perception is truth to those who perceive it as such.”
“Take this gift, for the gods surely won’t.”
”When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, you learn.”
“Ironic that someone whose purpose it is to restore life would wish death upon themself.”
“God wishes he were me.”
“One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled.”
“Everything that we know and love is reducible to the absurd amount of chemicals, and there is therefore no intrinsic value in this material universe.”
“Hypocrite that you are, for you to trust the chemicals in your brain to tell you they are chemicals.”
“All knowledge is ultimately based on that which we cannot prove.”
“Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?”
“You’re a coward. You always were.”
“Deviation from the norm will be punished unless it is exploitable.”
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I hate people so much sometimes! My mom takes people into our home, and a select few will just be the biggest assholes!
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Villain or Hero Edition:
-“You’re going to save them and for what? They don’t appreciate you!”
-“You spill your blood for this city/village and for what? So they can never know the name of the man/woman who saved their miserable lives?”
-“How many times are you going to bleed for them?”
-“Aren’t you tired yet? Haven’t you had enough?”
-“Despair, misery, and chaos. It’s like air to me. But to watch them suffer is much more entertaining.”
-“Look at their miserable lives and tell me what you see. They’re just begging for you to end them.”
-“You’re conflicted I can see it. You don’t want to be the hero but you’re not evil enough to be the villain. So what are you?”
-“You can’t be nothing because you have to be something.”
-“You can’t be nobody you have to be somebody. They need you. Help them.”
-“You’ve shed enough blood. It’s time to stop. You’ve avenged their deaths enough.”
-“You’ve fought until your face was bloody, your ribs cracked, and your soul broken. How much more can you give to them!”
-“You won’t be satisfied until your dead.”
-“This city/village has torn you apart. They don’t deserve anymore saving.”
-“You’d give your soul to them? They won’t ever be satisfied until you’re dead.”
-“You give and you give and give when is it your turn to take?”
-“You’ll burn this city/village to the ground. Murder its people. And then will you be satisfied?”
-“I can’t watch you tear yourself apart anymore for these people.”
-“You’re cruel.”
-“You’ve been caught. There’s nothing more you can do so why are you still fighting?”
-“It’s over. It was a long war filled with countless bodies and bloodshed. So stop…it’s over.”
-“I know you. You aren’t this terrible person people see you as and made you become. There’s still some light within you. I see it…”
-“What has the world done to you to make you feel this broken that you feel the need to hurt other people?”
-“You hurt others because they hurt you.”
-“I can see the torment within you. I can especially tell by the way you mangle the bodies of your enemies.”
-“You don’t owe people anything else.”
-“You’re like the sun and moon. You can either be the light that guides peoples lives to a better world. Or you can be the moon and darken their world. Or- you can be an eclipse and be a little bit of both good and evil.”
-“What do YOU want to become?”
-“You’re the only one who can give others hope.”
-“If it wasn’t for you we’d all be dead.”
-“The histories will never know who really saved us because he/she didn’t want to be known as a hero.”
-“Don’t die for our selfish selves.”
-“You brought this upon yourself.”
-“You can either save lives or take them. So which is it? Who will you become?”
-“You say you’d burn the city/village to the ground. But what happens when you’re standing on a pile of ash and smoke with no subjects to rule?”
-“Your mentor molded you to be a monster.”
-“Your mentor molded you to be a beckon of hope for others.”
-“They will never bow to you.”
-“You’re nothing but a usurper from a foreign place to us. We will never call you King/Queen.”
-“You hide behind a mask all the time and I don’t mean the one upon your face.”
-“Of all the things to have happened to you are you still capable of love?”
-“You were born a villain but you will die a hero.”
-“You were born a hero but will die a villain.”
-“You’ve changed since we first met. You’re becoming something I don’t recognize anymore.”
-“You’re no longer a man. You’re a beast.”
-“Greatness was thrust upon you but you decided not to take it. Why?”
-“We don’t choose these roles they just happen.”
-“I won’t watch you die.”
-“What are you fighting for?”
-“Fates can be changed there’s still time.”
-“Your fate isn’t set in stone.”
-“There’s pain in my chest every time I see you in anguish.”
-“You never meant anything to them. So you turned into the thing they feared the most to leave an impression upon them.”
-“I wish you could see your worth.”
-“Your life is not worth the weight of gold they will pay you for helping them.”
-“I won’t watch you become someone I don’t recognize.”
-“I can’t even say who are you becoming because I don’t even know what you are anymore.
-“When they write of your history they will say it began on this day.”
-“Your scars are a reminder of who you were. So never forget who bled for this village/city. Who it was that saved the damned and the good. Who it was that almost died for them. Who it was that became a legend in their eyes. A legend to be remembered a thousand years from now.”
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Cursed Creature here
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Are you interested in rping with a fandomless vampire/monster hunter oc who’s perpetually grumpy but also deep down a massive dork? And who also tries to hide the fact he’s a dhampir himself?
Reblog this and I’ll check out your blog!
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character commissions for some electric boizzz
Peter Castren by @dovahnicky
Sparky by @ghostygoblinart
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The way she talked about this crush was adorable. He just knew that they'd already be a great match, and he couldn't help but smile warmly over it.
“Yeah! I can hang out later and help more!” he agreed. “I probably shouldn't eat so much of your time at work too.” Bosses tended to be really moody if they were kept too much by employees. Employment in this place was weird and odd.
He glanced around, and he picked up an old receipt somebody had carelessly tossed onto the counter. Peter plucked one of the pens meant for signing for purchases from the counter, and he began to jot down his name and number.
“If you wanna get in contact and set up a hang out!” he told her, handing it to her. “You're also legally obligated to go on a double date with me whenever you charm your way with your future girlfriend!”
〈 BLESS. 〉⸺ ✧.°
Peter stole a quick glance of her. Oh,she definitely looked like she’d make a great cheerleader. She seemed flexible and athletic enough to pull their witchcraft-like tricks. Orwell, witchcraft to him. How they could just do a pyramid still impressed him.
“You can approach flirting in various ways. You can be more of a subtle and charming or more of a bold and blunt. I’m honest kind of the later, because it’s just more to the point. But, either way, flirting’s super easy. Just talk to them,”he began to explain. “Everybody enjoys a good joke, so if you know one, definitely tell them. Compliment them, but in like, a not creepy way. Like, since this girl’s an athlete, complimenting her on that would be a great opening start. Ask her about her major and classes. If she’s taking anything similar, suggest that you guys study together at the library. Always! Offer! To! Bring! Her! Coffee! Or! Tea!” He heavily emphasized the last part.
☪️ —— ❝ I think I’d go the subtle and charming route. Mostly ‘cause I feel like I can bail out at any time and it looks… natural, you know? ❞
Her arms reside along the desk as folded legs hold her slanted form upright. ❝ Jokes, huh… man, I’m… startlingly sarcastic. I think mine would be kinda self-deprecating, and I knooow that’s not the way to go. Especially if done in excess. I’d just look depressed. I mean. I am depressed, but I don’t wanna show that, you know? That’s why I work here. Nothing like being surrounded by flora to kinda lift your spirits. ❞
A hand drags down her face. ❝ Oversharing. My bad. Anyway, that’s kinda my prob. I gotta not do that. But I can definitely do compliments. I just like to know people are having a nice day, and if they are, or if they’re not, a compliment always helps someone feel good. I’ll definitely go with the studying — I hate to like, gloat, but ooh, I am really good at my electives. Like, cheating good. But hers? Ugh, they’re completely foreign to me. I bet she’d love to gush, uuugh…
—Ooof. I’m talking sooo much, I’m sorry! You wanna like, hang later? After my shift ends? I don’t wanna take up your precious time or nothin’. ❞
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“Yeah, magic's very energy based. No spells like in Harry Putter,” he assured her. Wait, was it Harry Putter or Harry Potter? He couldn't remember. “My mom said that it really helps to use words when you're first starting out, because it helps direct your focus, but it's never really required. More of a mental crutch for beginners.” He was not about to admit that he needed the mental crutch himself. It was such a kid thing.
“Oh! That's so cool!” Peter's eyes practically shone in excitement as he nearly began to bounce. “What's the most interesting thing you've ever archived? Or most dangerous!”
eldritchexcursionist:
Huh, polite at least.
Without hesitating, she shakes his hand. Rather enthusiastically too, before introducing herself properly. “The name’s Elana.”
“You’re a healer? Interesting strain of magic. Not one I ever really got into.” Mostly because she was more attracted to the flashier magics. Hence a love of evocation and transmutation. “Bit of an underrated school though. Not much of an academic scene around it where I’m from.”
“As of yet the only contribution to academia has been a paper on incorporating carbon in a crystalline iron structure. Basically making steel with magic.” She shrugs. “Probably won’t be doing any more of that. My current profession isn’t really a widely available one. I actually think it may even be somewhat unique.”
“Healing’s the only real strain of magic I can properly perform, and I can’t really apply it to other people as well as I’d like to,” Peter explained. Once the handshake ended, he held up his hand. He had a very faint purple glow to it, showing off the weak magic that he did have. “It’s…not very strong.” Mainly because he never practiced it. Ever. Even with his mom’s nagging to do his lessons. “I have to rely on other abilities to do anything cool.” Phoenix stuff was much, much cooler.
“Is all the traveling part of your profession?” he wondered. It made sense to him. “Are you kind of like a multiverse sociologist of sorts then?” He couldn’t think of a less available profession than that.
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“One of my friends has a custom arm, but she never painted it. She keeps it in it’s factor colors,” Peter began. “I’d love to see her paint it, or take it somewhere to get painted, but she likes the gray and silver. It looks kinda boring, it’d look so good if it just had more color. Sometimes she’ll paint it temporarily for parties, but I’ve also seen people engrave tattoos. My mom has some engraved, it looks super cool. Have you ever thought about that? With all the color, you could have some really cool engraved designs!”
pariahphoenix:
“The reskin looks really nice, and matches so well. Your permanent guy did a great job, keep going to him,” Peter admired. He was still curious as to the brand, if it was a familiar one. It looked so much colorful than anything he was used to seeing, but then again, a lot of people seemed to personalize their technology with cases and paint jobs once they got it. “Is the reskin a cosmetic custom job?”
💜 }} “Thanks.” A faint blush creeped across Av’s face against their will.”Yeah, I’m planning on it.” Unfortunately for Peter, there wasn’t really an easy way to answer that question. The things Keyphase sold and delivered weren’t the same as the ones they put in their employees. Sure, that might have been disingenuous, but they had their reasons. Some of that stuff probably shouldn’t just be handed out to the public, Averill figured.
“Mm, yeah. I don’t know what they looked like when they were first made, but I assume they were just grey.” Well, actually, there was a good chance Hidayat just straight up made them in that color, but they’d never bothered to ask.
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“Thanatos, near New Australia,” Peter replied, his breath still a tad shaky from the surprise. He had his gun put back away, and he strolled over a few steps to be closer.
This guy? He had no idea who he was. But there was billions of sentient life around, and it was definitely not unusual for complete strangers to drop in. Though not quite so literally. He didn't look quite dangerous. Maybe he was just? Thrown from a passing ship or something? Not out of the question. He seen it happen before. Though those who were typically tossed rarely turned up...alive and also not-on-fire.
Peter briefly scanned him over. Nothing about him seemed to raise any alarm flags. He offered out a hand to help him up, though obviously a bit reluctant. His mom would know, he always knew, if Peter just left somebody out in the wild weather to die instead of guiding them back to the city.
“Where did you come from?”
pariahphoenix:
It was absolutely not at all unusual to encounter strangers outside of town on Thanatos, especially these days. Desperate groups were coming in what felt like daily hoards seeking a new home, and his mom, in his opinion an absolute overly-empathetic fool, would take in every single one. Peter encountered them all the time while wandering around. They were normally walking aimlessly in desperate search of the main city, either frozen or dying of heat stroke depending on where they were coming from. Where he was, he’d be finding half-frozen wanderers.
It was an entirely different story for somebody to, quite literally, drop in so close to him from seemingly nowhere. Within moments, had his gun out and pointed. It didn’t take long to register that nobody was actually shooting him or anything of the sort, and he quickly lowered his weapon, putting a hand to his chest. That scared the shit out of him.
“Hey,” he called out, a bit breathless from the shock. “Are you looking for the city?” Much as he’d like to just walk away, his mom would kill him if he let a refugee just out in the cold like this.
Oh jesus that landing managed to knock the wind out of him. Fucking hell that hurt. The next time he gets the brilliant idea to use his unpredictable (and currently rather uncontrollable) powers to make a portal instead of using his portal gun, someone needs to stop him.
“Ugh…fuck…” Tony wheezed, needing a moment to recover.
“I’m looking for somewhere…” He mumbled, finally managing to sit up. “Where am I exactly?”
This sure as hell didn’t look like the questionable abandoned parking lot he had agreed to meet his contact at. Maybe that was a good thing, in all honesty. One look around and yeah…he was definitely not where he should be.
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Reblog if you’re an OC without a fandom.
We are creating a masterlist for all you lovely OCs.
The list is here.
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mysticeyed:
“Fiiine, I’ll drink a LITTLE bit of water.” Mavis mumbled out, grabbing hold of the bottle. She took a big swig of it before setting it back down. Then she downed another shot. Her cheeks were flushed from all the alcohol and though she’s probably never even met this person before… nodded. “Aw, ‘m glad I did! This is a blast, we should do this more often!”
“Trust me, it-it definitely helps with hangovers,” he assured her. Not one to be that much of a hypocrite, he opened the other and chugged over half of it. He didn't immediately reach for another shot. Not just yet. His eyes were a bit bloodshot, and he had been drinking most of the night, but he didn't want to black out too early. “We doooo. I love hanging out with you, you're-you're definitely like my best friend.” Despite this tiny girl not even being close to resembling friend, he was still absolutely convinced that it was.
He probably had drunk more than he thought.
#mysticeyed#//i don't watch many musicals but the heathers is a classic#i already love these two#mysticeyed 1
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“You're doing, you're doing so good,” Peter managed to slur out as he sat down near her. Despite his intoxication, he managed to bring a small tray of shots and water without spilling any of the shots. “Just don't forget to drink some water, trust me, I-I do this a bit too much, man.” He scooted a bottle of water towards her before picking up one of the shots to quickly down. “I can't believe I finally convinced you to come with me.” He had drunk enough to completely forget that he had gone out to get a new fake ID and to the bar alone.
@pariahphoenix wanted a lyric starter!
“Okay, okay! So it’s salt, then lime, and THEN shot!” Mavis downed another tequila shot, unsure of how many she’d already had. By this point, it was clear to say that she was pretty darn plastered. She shouldn’t have come to this bar, especially since she had a FAKE I.D., but she always made bad decisions.
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//Finally added my ThreadTracker to my rules page and as the new final link in my main blog. It should be also accessible if you’re viewing on mobile tumblr.
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“The reskin looks really nice, and matches so well. Your permanent guy did a great job, keep going to him,” Peter admired. He was still curious as to the brand, if it was a familiar one. It looked so much colorful than anything he was used to seeing, but then again, a lot of people seemed to personalize their technology with cases and paint jobs once they got it. “Is the reskin a cosmetic custom job?”
pariahphoenix:
The lack of laser shooting was admittedly a bit disappointing. He had always wanted to see that in action.
“Do you want to eventually get them though?” he questioned. Peter couldn’t imagine how you’d wouldn’t want laser eye beams. “Did you get all of yours at the same place?” His eyes scanned over the other’s visible pieces. Some of them looked very similar to brands he knew very well, others were foreign. But that’s to be expected when traveling to different places, and he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of brands were even offered here.
💜 }} They laughed. “Um, I dunno, I feel like that could turn into kind of a disaster. It’s cool in theory, but I’d rather go for something easier to control.” Averill looked down at the synthetic cuff around their wrist. “Not initially. I got ‘em here and there at first, but I have a permanent, er, guy now. Gutted and fixed everything up, then reskinned them to match.” They’d always tried to get designs that worked well together, but they considered it much better when they were synced up inside and out. Looked better and felt better, too.
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eldritchexcursionist:
Huh, polite at least.
Without hesitating, she shakes his hand. Rather enthusiastically too, before introducing herself properly. “The name’s Elana.”
“You’re a healer? Interesting strain of magic. Not one I ever really got into.” Mostly because she was more attracted to the flashier magics. Hence a love of evocation and transmutation. “Bit of an underrated school though. Not much of an academic scene around it where I’m from.”
“As of yet the only contribution to academia has been a paper on incorporating carbon in a crystalline iron structure. Basically making steel with magic.” She shrugs. “Probably won’t be doing any more of that. My current profession isn’t really a widely available one. I actually think it may even be somewhat unique.”
“Healing's the only real strain of magic I can properly perform, and I can't really apply it to other people as well as I'd like to,” Peter explained. Once the handshake ended, he held up his hand. He had a very faint purple glow to it, showing off the weak magic that he did have. “It's...not very strong.” Mainly because he never practiced it. Ever. Even with his mom's nagging to do his lessons. “I have to rely on other abilities to do anything cool.” Phoenix stuff was much, much cooler.
“Is all the traveling part of your profession?” he wondered. It made sense to him. “Are you kind of like a multiverse sociologist of sorts then?” He couldn't think of a less available profession than that.
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