#nomaiel

@theswell​​ said: “ i need to get in there. ” @songbite​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @ruinrisen​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @hisburial​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @hopeunto​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @dustrot​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @nomaiel​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ” @unwaken​​​ said:  “ i need to get in there. ”

lost in space // ACCEPTING

A chorus that surely begets an omen of some kind – unanimous, yet somehow cacophonic in  a chaotic contradiction as the singular thought is made aloud. Jahliqai stands firmly where he is – eye wide as everyone stares at him with a fiery determination he doesn’t understand. He blinks once. Twice. By the third blink, Jahliqai struggles to open his mouth – hesitation gripping him fiercly as he finds himself plagued with a singular fear – stammering it out with alarm: 

@nomaiel​ inquired within:   🔥 Did you think i was a handsome jester as amon be honest emet-selch

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

     As he must be honest, he stood in silence for a moment or two. Contemplating whether or not Fandaniel was being entirely serious. Of course, he may be standing for eternity to figure such a Being out completely. Upon remembering what Amon had looked like, he smiled. Ah. What OLD DAYS were behind them now? Thankfully, he was not asked of that original body - Hermes.

milord asked jelly what his favorite zoopal's plate is now i must ask his companions the same out of curiosity. tell me catboy what is your favorite zoopals

                                                 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝  /  𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 .

Dare he indulge the enemy ... It was a simple question ... No hint of ulterior motives ... None so blatantly obvious, as least  ... And had Jahliqai replied, would he be wise to do the same? Dare he doubt the intelligence of his companion? No ... Perhaps ... But .... 

@nomaiel​ said:  (disconnects you from your body cutely) Hehe its just a prank dont be mad @nomaiel​ said: *puts you in the meat grinder* @nomaiel​ said: hi jelly i have a gift for you :D *lit pipebomb @nomaiel​​ said: hey- stop punching, its me- you're out of hot cheetos @nomaiel​ said: STOP telling me to take ZOLOFT @nomaiel​ said: jelly this is zodiark. fandaniel died did you ever care him be honest @nomaiel​ said: jelly i frew up @nomaiel​ said: (shoots you with allagan beam of your mother gay @nomaiel​ said: Oh sorry i forgot you're like an orphan and your parents are SUPER dead and also youre just motherless and fatherless behavior and you have you have like no family at all lol

fandaniel’s madness // ALWAYS ACCEPTING ♡

Soul meet soul, aether meet aether, monster-to-be meet monster-who-is, there’s all sorts of descriptors to be used in this situation, but none to articulate the pit in his belly that opens up when the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. It’s just for an instant, but Hermes sees all his future deeds and horrors, and he is terrified.

The ancient stands slack-jawed staring at the other who shares his soul / this version of him that he cannot identify with. Or so he says, wanting desperately to believe there isn’t a buried part of him that cries out with joy at finally--FINALLY--being seen. A sick twisted form of catharsis, maybe, if he dwells on it long enough but -- no. No!! NO.

One tear falls from his right eye.

Oh no, is this someone's lost familiar? He's kind of endearing, with his big hood and oversized sleeves. Shame Hermes can't understand him: his aether must be running thin. But there's something strange about this one, and it's the color of his soul. How did they get it to be so close to Hermes's own? It must have been difficult. And while Hermes would normally immediately offer up some of his own aether to a creature in need, he'd hate to accidentally unwrite the little guy's existence by introducing a new source of aether.

And where was Meteion? She'd love to make a new friend!