what in the name of all that is holy does him tasting terrible have to do with the situ— groaning, his circling hands now resting on his head palm down as he holds his own skull like one might clutch a melon. doesn't matter! he's fine, it's fine, everything is positively motherfucking —

hmh. if that is all it can remember, perhaps that is all it needs to know, he is not one to further his own agitation with specifications that may or may not lead to recognition. nor is he one to risk potential hostility through the reveal of more information. if the construct knows, —

for a moment, it looks as if the afflicted and frankly quite miserable stranger might snap and send the handler away, but the tense set of his brow ever so slowly eases a little, ever so slowly lifts like a dark cloud that once blotted out the sun. no one else has been able to help. —

ooc. oh yeah I think I can get some replies cranked out

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀❝——ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴍᴀʟɢᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⠀⠀ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴᴄᴇꜱᴛᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ. ❞ ⠀⠀

ooc. guac that was so long I am so sorry

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❪ #mvrp. #ghostrp. ❫ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀❪ 🔞 ❫ ⠀⠀

a snag at his coat; absolutely normal, considering how many things he'd gotten it caught on around the bustling expanse of the grand hub, but a *frustrating occurrence nonetheless. could he have just a little peace for o— a tug. not a snag, then. his first knee-jerk instinct was a —

!TEMP PINNED! Nerscylla Gijinka from MH 18+ only FC: mei mei (jjk) #MHRP #MonsterHunterRP

exhale. inhale. breath shaking. his blue and gold sleeve still smoulders where his self directed healing spell backfired on him, and he's trying really hard not to break something. fuck's sake. make it stop. the living nightmare body horror was awful enough, these mood swings —

ooc. iclkabvd . ew. I need a new header to match my icon

(pinned)

ooc. ALDUIN????? THE GOAT

​ #MVRP #RP ȺNĐ Ɨ ŦɆŁŁ ɎØU NØW: ŦĦƗS WØɌŁĐ ƗS MƗNɆ! ​ ​

(pinned, got lazy to draw Dragonslayer over this)

face down. like a pathetic little corpse that just so happens to SIGH every so often. he's so overwhelmed. he can feel the spikes starting to grow out of his back, and they make even sitting down hell. doesn't help that they're quite gorey in their growth— they form lumps, first, sensitive —

ooc. ouh this au has so much potential. gnawing on it. chewing on it. depending on the influences around him by the time anduin is fully fatalis'd the end result could be so completely different. ouh. so many thoughts. buzzing around like a chorus of gnats

Anduin went wide-eyed as he was shaken, blinking once or twice before his expression went 👁️👁️ yet again. “ would almost— ow— rather the Old Gods, actually! ” actually, Wrynn seems a bit more fire resistant than the average human, now. shouldn't he be charred to a crisp, or at the very least —

a problem solely for him. hah. pathetic though it may be, that at *least makes Wrynn feel a tad less alone. “ . . . caught me at a bad time, big guy. ” oh, he's not yelling anymore. “ i'm not. . . myself, I suppose? ” shaking himself and ridding his shoulders of that red static with another —

ooc. this one right here is still my pride and joy despite the shitpost pinned

“ EXC-UUUUSE ME FOR TRYING TO PLACATE AN ENEMY TO MANKIND. I'LL LET EVERYONE BURN NEXT TIME. ” well now that was curiously not very like Anduin to say now was it! not to mention the red static running along his shoulders, which shook with some form of repressed anger. “ GOOD RIDDANCE, —

LONG INHALE. one could practically HEAR him biting back on a string of swears just through that alone. he won't yell he won't yell he won't yell h— “ GOOD FOR YOU. ” he's yelling. “ DO YOU WANT A MEDAL FROM THE ROYAL TREASURY??? ”

ooc. oh ragnaros my dearly beloved

iwaaa nt to eat smone's heart actuallf. the demnons are winnifg.

he's about this close to screaming back. hands that are now adorned with claws pressing over his ears as he makes a face. “ bold stance. know your self worth, etcetera, etcetera, all that. . . friendly garbage. ”

WHY ❗ IS HE HERE ❗

⠀⠀ ❝ ᴏʜ!   ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀᴍ / ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ  / ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ. ❞ ⠀⠀

sometimes the resentment building in his gut feels like a festering would, bleeding sickly pose, green around the edges— and, Light, does he feel so unbearably *alone. it's difficult to not take it personally, the. . . absence of even a single other soul, the absence of someone to pull him —

oh. oh, by the Light no. not while he's in this condition. please let this be a hallucination. “ . . . I could do without the volume, really, thank you. whispering might make me dread you more. ”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗧𝗢𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙒𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙎𝙊𝙊𝙉! ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

( PINNED. )

ooc. sorr. y I word vomited I'll be okay now bye

oh, the nightmares have continued, too— if they can even be called that. they feel like the screens of tens of thousands of real people, calling out in a horrified chorus as flame washes over them in divine agony, as their lives are stuffed out, one by one, through a ruthless baptism in —

a remarkable bond. the golden haired man steps forward, briefly— *one step, and halts, hands clasping behind his back through habit or trying not to be unbecoming. "I have only seen notes on them, tucked away in what journals were available to fall into too-curious hands. I did not know that —

making a godawful half-choked noise, breath wheezing a little— a swear in an ancient tongue slips past his lips, and he spits, a glop of what is partially blood hitting the ground with a wet sound. the other half of it is. . . a mystery to him. hardened, *hurt his throat, made him want to —

ooc. FROTHING AT GHE MOUTH. IM BACK. AND I AHVE ART OF THE AU HGGGHRRGGGHHH

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝑭͟𝐼𝑁𝐴𝐿 ̵̵̵𝑫̵𝑬̵𝑭̵𝑬̵𝑵̵𝑺̵𝑬̵ \\ 𝒲𝑌𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐴'𝑆 𝑈𝐿𝑇𝐼𝑀𝐴͟𝑇𝐸 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑵 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ·ï¡————☫————¡ï· ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒯͟𝑂 𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔸͟𝕃͟ 𝕯͟𝑹͟𝑨͟𝑮͟𝑶͟𝑵͟𝑺͟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒮̵̵𝐴̵𝑉̵𝐼̵͟𝑂̵𝑅̵ // 𝕯𝑬𝑺͟𝑻𝑹𝑶𝒀𝑬𝑹

ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ꜰʟᴇᴇᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴀɴᴅɪᴇꜱᴛ | ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍɪᴛʜ ˢᵉᵐⁱ⁻ˡⁱᵗ | ⁽ᴺ⁾ˢᶠᵂ | ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ↻ + ♡︎

he took a long walk and tucked himself away in the shade of a secluded forest, looking some fucked up combination of hung over and emotionally wrecked. this bumps upon his head now have the tiny points of horns beginning to poke out of them, and he is not coping well with no longer being able —

Naasfilrah is a. . . mark or two more complex than most fatalis, but perhaps Anduin's proximity makes him biased. certainly, they've had their spats, but Anduin never once believed that Naas would have hurt him, not even upon first meeting. he always seemed more fatigued than malicious, and —

clearing his throat as if trying to announce his presence— a presence that have already very obviously been observed. "Strange is a realm I am well versed in. I was thinking more along the lines that you've a very majestic friend, there." spoken in a soft tenor of awe and respect.

ooc. okay NOW replies I apologize yet again to anyone left waiting

ooc. will get to the replies I owe after i sleep. I have not been in the headspace to write these past few days for irl reasons but I think I've reached the point in which I need my comfort character. I apologize for the wait in the meantime.

curious, perhaps being a bit too obvious in said curiosity in his passing— he can't help it. he is most definitely staring and feeling rather rude for it.

ooc. gnawing at the bars of my cage listening to ghost's new single only gives me more muse for this au hhhhhhgoughh gods help me

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 ᴍᴏɢᴀ's ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏʏ 【⇋】/【♡】 #MHRP / #MonHunRP / #MVRP

// six thousand years later and 20 attempts later I have finally made a reference image for rosette that I can consider "finished"