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“You know damn well what I'm talking about, clown.” Valentino is every bit as disheveled as Arlecchino is put together. Two completely opposite sides of the same coin –– it's almost poetic. He could keep it together with just about every other Overlord ( it's why he had whores to take his anger out on ), but this one got under his skin like a trapped maggot. He knew the others rolled their eyes at him ( just another day with Val ), but this time it was deserved. And the moth is going to give it to him.

The remaining papers on the desk are swept off as his wings flourish open. “You've been sneaking into my tower and fucking with my things!” Getting the information out of Angel had been impossible. No matter how much he threatened, carried out, or yelled, he wouldn't tell him how he got a letter from that filthy stray. He had to take over Vox's camera for hours before he spotted him with that sack. He was with the hotel –– had to be. He was Lucifer's bitch after all. That princess probably put him up to it. He'd just have to get her, too.

arlecchino doesn't react at first, simply blinking down at the now empty desk in front of them. they hardly wanted to give valentino the time of day, hence the sneaking around at night specifically to avoid him. and to keep angel out of trouble. this... was exactly what they didn't want. they sigh, nothing to be done about it now, and finally drag their attention back up to him, with a fake smile plastered on his face.

"ah, that's what this is about?" arlecchino feigns ignorance, leaning back in his chair for a moment, "valentino, what is it exactly you're accusing me of? caring enough about your little toys to sneak in and fuck with them?"

❛ in this light the blood is black. ❜

❛ we begin in the dark and birth in the death of us. ❜

❛ what rage you must feel as you choke on your sorrow. ❜

❛ it's a darker path and it calls my name. ❜

❛ though she cannot remember, she cannot forget. ❜

❛ and know for the love of god, you need to suffer because there is a god who demands to be bled for. ❜

❛ i wanted to save the little girl in me. ❜

❛ all power demands sacrifice and pain. ❜

❛ born of a shadow with the face of a girl. ❜

❛ poor little girl; still waiting for her happy ending. ❜

❛ i will follow you into the dark. ❜

❛ i am the daughter of sorrow. ❜

❛ down the river, we flow. i'll give you my everything, i'll never let you fall. ❜

❛ you're never going to be back home again. ❜

❛ holy wisdom is not clear and thin like water, but thick and dark like blood. ❜

❛ this isn't who i am but i can't remember who i should be. ❜

❛ i'm not your protagonist, i've not even my own. i don't know anything, i don't even know what i don't know. ❜

❛ her heart was a dark forest, her soul all the wild things which dwelt between the trees. ❜

❛ she has been a prisoner since she has been a daughter. ❜

❛ i was well-practised at not saying anything i felt inside. ❜

❛ blessed be the children, each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence. ❜

❛ and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue. ❜

❛ all your faith, all your rage, all your pain ⸻ it ain't over now and i ain't talking about forgiveness. ❜

❛ half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood. ❜

❛ god loves you, but not enough to save you. ❜

❛ the blood that drips down from your chin is sickly sweet and metallic and, oh, so familiar. ❜

❛ you are not sure you remember who it belongs to anymore. ❜

❛ then bow your head in the house of god, and little girl, who do you think you are ? ❜

❛ you think you need it, you think you want love ⸻ you wouldn't want it if you knew what it was. ❜

❛ the woods have remembered you ever since the first time you got lost in them. ❜

❛ little by little she came to know tenderness and hope. ❜

❛ and now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good. ❜

❛ growing purple flowers from your heart 'til you find peace with everything you've been through. ❜

❛ and from the blood of the wound a flower sprang. ❜

❛ i can't abandon the person i used to be so i carry her. ❜

❛ i am built upon the wreckage of myself. ❜

❛ teach me the words i used to know, i want to remember ⸻ she is me, and i am her. ❜

❛ my life might not be what i thought but i wouldn't change a thing. ❜

❛ goodbye to the girl that i'd been. ❜

❛ i needed to be somewhere different. maybe i needed to be someone different, too. ❜

❛ if flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you. ❜

❛ the crescent moon fits the line of your cheek. ❜

❛ gladly feast on those who would subdue us. ❜

❛ tell me that you chose me. that you love me. that you crave the darkness. ❜

❛ i come as a blade, a sacred guardian ⸻ so you keep me sharp and test my worth in blood. ❜

❛ there is blood everywhere and i am lost in it. i breathe blood, not air. ❜

❛ one by one, i downed all the people i'd been. ❜

❛ by touch, by smell, i would know her blind. i would know her in death. ❜

do the candles look forward to being used? enjoy bidding adieu, adieu?

# wiltedmuses , an indie roleplay multimuse featuring sua from alien stage. a puppet manipulated by ollie. ( 23, they/them, plural. )

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

don't forget to specify what oc(s) you're sending for for multimuses when needed!

what inspired you, or how did you come up with the name for your oc?

when making your oc, if you use a faceclaim, did you choose a faceclaim first or come up with a design before finding a faceclaim who fits?

when making your oc, did you only make them, or did you build out connective ocs/npcs for them such as family, friends, acquaintances, etc.?

if your oc has superpowers (or something similar), how did you decide what power(s) to give them? was it inspired by something?

do you prefer making original lore/fandomless ocs or fandom ocs? if your oc is an original lore/fandomless oc, do they have fandom verses? if your oc is a fandom oc, do they they have a primary fandom verse they were created for and stick to, or do you make verses for them in other fandoms?

for writers with fandom ocs or verses, do you think more about how the story/world you're putting them in shapes your oc, or do you think more about how your oc interacts with the story/world? or do you prefer to use the story/world as more of a basic building block, making your own story over it?

when shaping your oc, what inspired you—music, existing media/characters, aesthetics, tropes, things from your personal life, etc?

do you like figuring out your oc's end result/final form first, or do you like to start smaller and see where writing takes their development?

do you have a preference for oc x oc or oc x canon?

did you know her? did you know that heavy heart? did you know her? a fragile ego adorned in scars. did you know her? did you know the nights spent crying in a voice down low? did you know her? if you knew, you'd know i had to let her go.