𓆩𓆪 “𝐀𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥
𝐀 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, ⋆⋅☾⋅⋆
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐡! 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭,
𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞!” 𓆩𓆪
“Welcome, one and all, to the masquerade of dying poets and forgotten souls!”
⋆ ★ 𝕺𝖚𝖗 host for tonight is Mephistopheles, who goes by the pseudonym of Lasant and the nickname Mephisto . Call him either — Names are merely titles, till the wind scatters them across for the tides to crash upon in fury.
⋆ ★ 𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚, whispered of in tales as old as the heavens, manifests amidst mortal eyes cloaked in the garbs of a manacled seafarer — Amusement is it's adoration, and the damnation of souls is its goal. Sole holder of the title, 'Pirate of Jiraiblr'!
⋆ ★ In a short summary, this masquerade is meant for the spirit of the mind, of creativity and adventure, humor and romance, of obsession and longing... And rebellion against the dark powers of today's world. There will be talking about politics. Be warned.
DMs are only open to mutuals.
Of course, that's not where all the information ends — The introduction is a tale woven for the curious to peruse through. Care to read ahead, dear guest?
(If you are uncomfortable, block, don't report. We venerate the practice of discarding from our view all unpleasantries; and you should do the same!)
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞...
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐎 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭! 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭! 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭!
𝐎, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝,
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬,
.༺·.𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.༺·.
"I roam these days in shipwrecked haze, dreaming of things that could have been, trapped in the vividity of memories and the arts that consume me. Though I fully welcome conversation, it would do well to follow the laws of these seas..."
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ Expect to hear of mental illness, for I am particularly unwell in heart and mind. While I tend to put effort into keeping this place friendly for all, this also functions as a warning — we can forget to tag what we post.
For those who wish to know, Mephisto is 18.
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ While most guests are pleasantly welcomed, please note that people over 25 and under 16 are kindly asked to not interact. Go on! Shoo!
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 — 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐆𝐁𝐓𝐐+, 𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 '𝐌𝐀𝐏'𝐬, 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬."
TERF's and AI supporters aren't welcome either. More shall be added if necessary.
.⋆♱❦ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲,
𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧;
𝐀𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩,
𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧. ⋆♱❦
"You wonder of my nature and care to be curious about me? The interest is indeed, appreciated..."
.⋆♱❦ Mephisto cares little for the boundaries of binaries and gender, and expresses itself as it pleases. For pronouns you may choose as you see fit; the masks flit between anything it is entertained by. Masculine and Neutral pronouns would be more preferred, though.
.⋆♱❦ Mephisto takes pleasure in learning and participating in the many subcultures of the seven seas. Identifying as a creature of the night, he loves books, nature and philosophical ideas. He is also neurodivergent. Tone tags are most appreciated.
.⋆♱❦ Mephisto is a singer-songwriter, amateur musician, artist (and most evidently as one can guess through the length of this intro, a writer of prose.) interested in a variety of subjects, highly preferring theatrics and flair.
.⋆♱❦ Mephisto adores organized chaos and attention from his guests. Feel free to speak to them of anything — The sigils lie in wait for their use, and being summoned would be most entertaining. I will most probably nickname you, so do tell me if you don't like being called 'dear' platonically.
Interactions are welcome and gladly open, asks are quite appreciated and hearing from everyone truly makes their day brighter.
“However, that does not mean one answers everything! For I will remain a trickster till the very end...”
𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄞𝅄. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐬.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞,
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐲!”𝄚𝅦𝄞𝅄
Now with no further delay, we leave you — To the whirling ecstacy of our waltzes beneath the moon, to the instruments of Bacchus and the Maenads in their rituals of pleasure — To the madness of these cabin's whispers of secrets and death, and the fragments of something clinging to the defiance of it's fate as it drowns in deepest despair.
⏲ “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬,
𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫… 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞!” ⏲
