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if you're not following my main blog (which you should, i make funne joek sometimes lol) then you should know that my kitten massacred my charger cable to the laptop and i've yet to get a replacement.
in lieu of an update, here's a concept piece about how you would've met maluset for the first time in game. it's scrapped now for something better (hopefully) but it's still an okay piece of writing if i do say so myself. think it was some sort of a fever writing so let's not look too close okay.
It's cold. The mansion is always cold, of course, but this feels unnatural. Like the sun itself blotted out, a chill that seeps into your bones, a freeze after submerging in icy water.
No. You stop your steps and scan your surroundings. The mansion is quiet as well, void of the hustle and bustle of the maid always scurrying around. Something has shifted.
"What the fuck is going on," you hear the voice from atop of the grand staircase, the keeper of your chains aggravated as they tie the sash around their bathrobe. "What the fuck did you do?" They hiss, each step down the staircase filled with anger, theyr eyes on you in accusation.
But you didn't do this, did you? A cursory glance at your hands, and they're shaking. Why? Why can't you stop them? A tug at your heart could be anything; fear, exhaustion, panic, but those are emotions you've long buried. No, there is something else too. A familiarity, a longing, you felt it for the first thousand years, but it has since lain dormant.
"I-" you begin, interrupted by the rumble you feel underfoot. It's minimal at first, barely there for you to sense, but it grows stronger, stronger, until a vase perched on a side table crashes into the floor.
The heir grabs onto the bannister and curses. Another figure falls against the bannisters upstairs, a familiar, exhausted visage now with frantic eyes looking across the room, eyes meeting yours in question.
It peaks and recedes, slowly, shakes becoming tremors, and tremors becoming subtle vibrations. The heir stomps up to you with a finger raised, but they get no word out before Rami is down the stairs and grabs their arm. "Wait, do you see -"
"Rami, you're my brother, but I will break every single one of your fingers if you so much as touch me aga-" and he does, grabs them by the head and turns them to look at the front entrance, the massive windows that show an opulent garden outside.
Or they should, but there is nothing. Only darkness.
Oh. You feel the realization creep up your neck like a soft desert breeze, warm in midst of the cold that has otherwise settled. It cocoons you like your mother's hugs, protective, adoring. Alive.
"What the fuck," the heir offers eloquently yet again, bare feet stomping to the door and yanking it open. Light that should spill out from the open door sits still at the threshold. "That's not normal," Rami mutters, but you can only stare into the abyssal darkness.
At the sand collecting at the porch, grains coming together to form a vortex before it solidifies into a figure.
The heir stumbles back with a cry, landing on their behind as they scurry back. You stand still, hands ny your side, but you want to reach. You want to welcome an old friend, but you get no chance.
He's here. After so many years, he's here. The robes fall effortlessly over his shoulder, the moving glitter of starlight the only differentiating element from the darkness beyond. A divine vision clad in shadows, the human features swirling as if not keen on being in that form. You see the galaxies in his eyes consolidate into an iris, the full weight of it set on the heir sprawled in the ground.
"Ashar tehk nuḥ senet akhet."
Your breath stutters at the inhale. It's been so long since you heard your tongue spoken, the words like an old-forgotten hymn you thought you'd never hear again.
I have come to retrieve the one you have stolen from me.
You could think he came for a relic, or anything else of material value. The spark of hope you've nursed flares to life when he turns his eyes to you, the vastness behind them softening as he takes you in, his shoulders easing only a fraction. Another gust of a warm breeze flows over your cheek.
I cant help but imagine Mal setting the world on fire if the last remnants of his people (MC) were to, let's say, not survive being released of their binds and oh I dont know, die as the other gods did when it turns out they no longer have the power to sustain themselves on their own-
i mean mc is the one and only reason he's fighting for his soul not to wane, so to say. you should see what he did last time he lost mc, an entire civilization went extinct in the span of maybe five minutes. might just happen again if one isn't careful.
How would the ROs react to seeing the MC cry for the first time? Especially if Mc never done it in front of them.
it sounds kinda silly but rami would probably fight back tears too because he's witnessed the hardships mc has been put through and he gets it. if given the okay, he'd definitely hold them and let them cry for as long as they need and hide his own tears.
rory would start fussing immediately, telling them that it's okay and she's there if they need a shoulder. she'd offer to sing something calming and sweet to get mc to think about happier thoughts, and keep it up until her voice disappeared or mc felt better.
taz wouldn't know what to do, he doesn't deal with intimate displays of such sort. still, he'd offer a tissue and a few friendly words, maybe give them a little squeeze on the shoulder if they will it. could also sit near them in silence, as a grounding presence.
mal would use his divine powers to cocoon them in a veil of familiarity, the scents of his domain, the warm sand, the crisp summer-nights air, the very familiar blooming jasmine. if allowed, cradle their face in his hands and wipe the tears as they fall.
On that skimpy outfit. How do the Ro's feel about us wearing it? 🤔
rami hates it since it's not chosen by mc voluntarily. besides, it's kind of theatrically egyptian too, and his history nerd brain is having a hard time since the sekhemnetu were never proven to hail from said country.
rory actually thinks it looks pretty! could use more dark tones and maybe a bit more edge, but mc looks good in it. she'll love whatever mc wears though, and will always try adding a little leather to it.
taz thinks it's hot. though you could be wearing a sack of potatoes and he'd still think it's hot. learning that it's for someone's wicked pleasure? not hot. though he won't say anything straight up, the needling z would get is extensive.
maluset would silently seethe and consolidate the darkness across mc to give them actual clothes since he dgaf what z thinks. have his anger stat high enough and he'll curse z to have sand in every crevice of their body for the rest of their life.
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So the answer to the ask about how Maluset would react to MC being freed only to fade away has me very interested in MC's extended history with the Tharsets, which I'm sure will be explained in the future, but I'm also curious if there are/were other pantheons of gods, and if so, would the pantheons have known about each other? (The line of thinking leading to this being that if Maluset and MC are all that remain of a dead pantheon, wouldn't a newer pantheon want to, you know, prevent another extinction event?)
i'd like to think there were other pantheons, like the norse, greek, egyptian, etc. but they were very territorial and never interacted with one-another. old religions like that have had their deities gone for a while as well though, so no meeting them. the new gods of this age (because i'm not willing to cross the lines to write about modern religion) are so far removed and have new ways of operating. they don't care about old deities like mal and mc, seeing them as ancient relics of a time long forgotten. technically just letting them fade in peace tbh. it's inevitable. or at least they'll go dormant until the end of times, if we're talking about the primordial mother antepmat.
another extinction event is unlikely though, because of major spoilers i can't reveal yet. let's just say that old grandpa here (mal) is... uh... out of shape? yeah let's go with that lol. he really needs a long nap. and mc is not strong enough to do it, not after all the years of having their powers used for the tharset gains.
Do ROs have a romantic experience? And what about the sexual experience?
Also how would they feel if Mc didn't have any?
ohh, a question like an onion, many layers here.
taz has the most sexual experience, but is woefully behind on his romantic exp. doesn't commit, you know, moves around too much. he'd be a bit spooked if romanced by a mc with no experience, and it'd take him some time to agree to, uh, share his experience.
rory has been in a bunch of short-term romantic and sexual relationships, but they never last. she doesn't mind the failed relationships either, and wouldn't care one way or another if mc had no experience; that's what's so fun about life. learning and finding what you like, and she'd love helping them explore.
rami is the most inexperienced of the bunch with, pardon my french, zero game. so oblivious to flirting that even if someone had tried, he wouldn't notice unless it was really on the nose. he'd actually find it relieving if mc didn't have any experience because hello?? that's an honest to god (heh) deity? also intimidating but it's okay!
and maluset has eons of experience in both. he's had wives, husbands, and spouses, both mortal and immortal, long before the mc even rose to divinity. he has had kids who have faded before mc's bloodline even started. if mc was inexperienced, he'd probably already know and it would change nothing; he'd be immensely honored to be the first.
Can we play an Mc who scared and like flinches away from the Ros? Bc i just imagine that they been hurt or punished so much that they are afraid of getting close.
How would the Ro's react to this?
absolutely! the mc is always gonna be at least a little bit uncomfortable with being touched (since they haven't felt a friendly touch since the industrial revolution so it's strange) but I'd like to implement a choice to control over how they react to physical contact :) i just have to see how to code it properly so it tracks.
rami gets it, he's not the biggest touchy-feely guy either so he's okay with it, even if it does make him really, really sad. will blame himself for his family's cruelty.
mal would be devastated, but wouldn't show it. his first reaction would probably be simmering anger, not at mc but everyone who's ever hurt them. he'd find other ways to stay close.
rory has a habit of touching people subconsciously, so she'd be so apologetic, all the time. she'd be mad at herself to begin with, but turn it towards the real cause after a while. she'd get good at stopping herself.
taz is such a touchy guy that it'd probably make something in his brain break. his nature is pretty chaotic and lackadaisical, so he'd be seeing it as a new normal in the end. it'll take him a moment to learn.
