Feb 12, 2024
does that mean etienne wants to do more religious and/or priest roleplay
the fact that the answer is yes is worse than the question itself
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does that mean etienne wants to do more religious and/or priest roleplay
the fact that the answer is yes is worse than the question itself
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you've changed, and not in a good way.
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She laughs, honest to god laughs. It borders on the hysterical as she leans against the wall, hand pressed to her face as she offers a look that could only be described as incredulous.
"What, you're saying that being tied to fear-sucking eldritch abominations and watching all of my friends either die or be driven mad has had a negative effect on me? And all this time I thought I was turning into a ray of fucking sunshine!" The switch is immediate, laughter dropping from her eyes in an instant as it turns to hatred, visceral and all-encompassing as she glares at the bastard running it all. "Believe it or not, I'd already noticed. If you're trying to insult me you're going to have to try a damn sight harder than that."
Elias / @instituteled : “ that is what I am to you, then? merely cheap entertainment??”
Malcolm: “ entertainment yes, but never cheap ; you’re a luxury brand . . . and somewhat of an acquired taste! ”
@instituteled sent in a ♥ ages ago (to, i quote, antagonize Malcolm ) and I forgot, until I checked my inbox.
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You CONFUSE ME.
who can say what the dead do or do not know? - jonah @ sy, either verse
some meme || @instituteled
“DUNNO. DEFINITELY not me.” Not his area of expertise, but that’s not the kind of detail he is willing to share with the pretty boy he met not too long ago. He has never been good at figuring out who or what someone is, thus Sy can only tell there’s something vaguely unnatural with the other, but pointing out exactly what goes beyond what he can do. And sure, according to this it shouldn’t be an issue to reveal a bit more about himself - not everything, just the basics, enough to know there won’t be any frantic running nor panicked screaming - nonetheless he’d rather keep all of that for another time. If this becomes a regular appointment at all, even. It might finish as quickly as it started, like a summer fire, and to be entirely honest he wouldn’t lose any (metaphorical) sleep over it if it turned out to be the case. The past few months have been difficult enough - and this would be nothing compared to all that happened before.
Ah fuck. He is spacing out again, isn’t he.
“Guess y’don’t know either, then? Or you wouldn’t be askin’ me.” He turns to the other boy, considering for a moment if he should lie down on the bed with him again (he should, he could, he is so tired and everything aches and the pain never leaves) but eventually opting for continuing to sit on the edge of the mattress. Maybe later, maybe another time, maybe-
“Unless you’ve been dead all this time an’ never told me an’ now you’re just fuckin’ with me,” he jokes, poking at the other’s leg. “Though not gonna lie, if you are you’re hidin’ it real well. Could never tell.”
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@instituteled liked for a meme-based starter.
Delirium is grumpy about being here, and that's reflected in her drab garb and greying hair. The Beholding is closer to her brother, Dream, but she is here in his stead. He'd claimed something about it doing her good to experience the mortal world and sent her on her way. Directed her here, though she can't fathom why. A display of his own power, perhaps, a chance to show off. He can be like that.
The Institute is a place of such power that it's difficult to not be drawn to it, annoying as that is. She can taste the threads of all her siblings' powers. Muted, dusty, but tangible all the same. Even Destiny's Web has scuttled its way in here and draped the place in almost imperceptible threads of control. That brightens her, just a touch. Destiny has been missing for so long, it's a delight to see proof that he still exists.
The brightest spot of power emanates from an office on one of the upper levels. It glows ghostly green; she follows the trail upstairs and, unseen, slips into the office. For a time, she watches and listens, though doesn't learn much. What is there left for her to learn, after all? She is Endless and knowledgeable, she doesn't expect to learn much from the human behind the desk.
Eventually, she allows herself to be perceived once more, dressed in garish, impatient yellow.
"God, you really do love the sound of your own voice, don't you? It's a shame that the rest of us don't," she says, face scrunching into a frown as she considers him. "Elias." She tries the name on her tongue and makes a face as though she'd just licked a lemon. "It doesn't suit you. Why am I here, Elias? What have you got to teach me?"
@instituteled sent in a symbol for an incorrect quote!!
He's an 8 but his taste in wine is questionable and he thinks romance is real
GASP!!!