𓆩𓆪 “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮, 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐬, ⋆⋅☾⋅⋆
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞?” 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 until the winds and ashes destroy them.
⋆ ★ 𝕿𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, whispered of in tales as old as the heavens, manifests amidst mortal eyes cloaked in the garbs of a scholar — Amusement is it's adoration, and the damnation of souls is its goal.
⋆ ★ 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.
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...
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ “𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞,
𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞.
'𝐓𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞!” ·༻𐫱༺·.
"I roam these grounds often 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 keep these in mind.."
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ 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.
⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ While most guests are pleasantly welcomed, please note that people over 25 and under 16 are kindly asked to not interact. Go on! Shoo!
Mephisto turns 18 in the passing of a few seasons.
"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.
.⋆♱❦ “𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬,
𝐈𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞...” ⋆♱❦
"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 of the many subcultures upon the planet. 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, to the instruments of Bacchus and the Maenads in their rituals of pleasure — To the madness of these halls that whisper of secrets and death, and the fragments of something still holding others dear; as the night slowly chills it's dying flames.
⏲ “𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬.” ⏲
