WE ARE LIVING FOR ALL THAT WE HAVE LOST

-- A collection of muses from various franchises such as ; Dishonored, Hades, H.azbin Hotel / HB, Lies of P, B.lood of Z.eus (characters reimagined for various sources), & More !

-- as loved by buggy.

How many shots prompt | ( Accepting ! )

❝ . . . I hate that I already know what my answer is. ❞

Yes, yes they know that Cyran is terrible and dreadful and blah blah blah. They get it! They've seen his wickedness firsthand, don't you worry. Still... Rationality and sentimentality rarely get along. They've seen everything Cyran has wrought, with his own two hands, but they still—...

❝ Three. Three shots exactly. The first to strengthen my resolve. The second to bolster my confidence. The third? To share with him in a kiss. ❞ They weren't kidding when they said they already knew what to say. Meaning they've more than likely thought about such a scenario before. ❝ You can take your leave, now. ❞

How many shots prompt | ( Accepting ! )

❝ With Katon-Ur, huh? That's a pretty outta-left-field one, I'll give you that. Lemme think... ❞

On one hand, Fable's aren't exactly meant to be sleeping around with mundies are they? On the other hand; nothing ever said anything about aliens now, did it?

❝ He's a sweet guy. Bit naive, but hey, I would be too if I were in his shoes. Has a lotta baggage though, and his emotions are still a bit... touchy. Maybe 3 shots? Not enough to get drunk— for me anyway— but something to take the edge off. Might need five shots, now that I think about it. For... personal reasons, not anything related to poor Phenny. ❞

How many shots prompt | ( Accepting ! )

❝ Not to kiss and tell mate, but I've jumped on that giant with just a glass of water, before. A shot or two might just end up with us well away from bed, if you catch my meaning. I think we've already done that without any help from shots... ❞

What? It's not his fault that alcohol just so happens to... boost one's near-limitless stamina, especially for more risque things. Hells, they've practically ended up in the alleyway before... and promptly having to scurry away like rodents because Bigby's shown up nearby.

Might be best not to boast about those feats...

How many shots prompt | ( Accepting ! )

❝ I— I beg your pardon?! A—... Are you-... O- Of all the—! What are you attempting to imply here, exactly?! ❞

If his voice wavers, it's only natural. Why, he'd never dare sleep with anyone, certainly not the Magister who sponsored him either! To even think about laying with another man—! It's a rare moment of sincerity; shock, horror, and under it all? Shame. Deep, never-ending shame, rooted so deep inside his heart, that he can only pray the Lord forgives him for entertaining this... this disgraceful, sinful possibility. The option of laying with... another man. Sun-kissed skin flushes, his human heart rapidly picking pace. He can't breathe. He can't think. Though his offense remains, the idea's already taken hold.

Man shall not lay with man... but they aren't in the human realm, are they? They aren't in a land of God. They're in the land of the Titan. His goal to eradicate witches remains, it must, but in the meanwhile, perhaps he could...?

❝ Honestly! Unlike you... you lecherous things, I shan't lower myself to attempt to garner favor from Magister Cyran by merely... sleeping with him! He's been courteous enough to sponsor my studies in this realm; nothing more. Nor do I enjoy drinking for that matter. Perhaps you ought to try studying and applying yourself properly to your... magic and such. Maybe then you'd actually get somewhere without laying with half the Magistrate Court! Treating the Magister as if he's... some sort of... I don't know, but I don't like your tone regardless! ❞

He could be nicer, yes, and he knows that his temper should be kept in check too. But how could he restrain his emotions, when his entire world-view has just been violently turned upside-down? The thought of needing to be drunk, to sleep with Cyran, as if it's a hardship and not a blessing—.

Dear God, he's entertaining the thought. That alone should earn him penance!

❝ I'll have to exchange some words with the Chief Court Mage himself about the decorum of his fellow Court Mages, if this is how you all apply yourselves to your work. Don't you have any shame? To think that a human could capture Magister Cyran's attention, whilst you all scramble over yourselves like overcrowded mice... Quite pathetic, really. Now, do take your leave. Unlike some witches around here, I plan to return to reading these ancient texts. Good day to you! ❞

Hm, some of those internal thoughts didn't quite remain internal, did they? Oh well. As if Cyran would waste his time with these louts outside of the Magistrate Court... Hold on. Why is he jealous about this?! Oh dear...

How many shots prompt | ( Accepting ! )

Now, that is an amusing concept; intoxication. Were Knull a lesser creature, perhaps such things would have an effect on it. Being what they are, however, only they may decide if such frivolous creations could ever hold any effect; whether they be narcotics, hallucinogens, tranquilizers, alcohol— tis all the same to them.

They can choose when to acquire sobriety too, or consciousness. It mulls over these implications carefully, but the answer remains the same. It shall always remain the same. None of if compares to the high of absorbing what they so grotesquely obsess over into their beloved hivemind.

❝ I need no liquid courage to obtain what I desire. Inebriation serves only as a fool's distraction. If I were to lay with Silco, I want my clarity absolute. Unhindered. ❞ Beneath the mask it wears, that wretched grin distorts made-up flesh. The enormity of its warped desire scares even thee bravest of its children; it was this desire and obsessive yearning that echoed through the hivemind before the Norsen Thunder God split them all apart. Equal parts disturbed and bittersweet... ❝ ...That is to say; zero shots are required. None whatsoever. Do relay this information to Silco, next you see him, hm? He need only call my name in the moonless night; I shall be there. ❞

As if it does not lurk in infinite shadows... Forever close, closer than any mortal or immortal would like.

Frankenstein (2025) prompts / ( Accepting ! )

@madefate calls to the void: whatever puzzle i am, creator, i think. i feel. / hunter @ belos !

What were you thinking? Do you have any idea what the consequences would've been had you failed? What baffling puzzle of a nephew has the Titan brought into my care—?

The prior tangent of scrutiny faltered, in light of Hunter's small comment. For a moment, concerns flared; had Hunter somehow find out how he came to be? No. Impossible. Which leaves the metaphorical usage of 'creator'. Had he not made Hunter into the Golden Guard? Then comes the consideration of... sentience. A pesky thing, morality. It seems there's still much he has left to teach his 'Nephew'.

❝ . . . Yes. Yes you do. However, I'm afraid thinking and feeling must oft be separated. To let your emotions cloud your thinking; it's a perfect opportunity that any wild witch will readily exploit. My criticism of your success comes from a place of care and concern, nephew, not of malice. ❞ How easily the lies fall from his lips, as if he truly cares for the creature. Belos rises from the throne and approaches Hunter. With a wordless motion, he urges Hunter to stand, negating the need to crouch down himself. Gauntlet-clad hands settle atop the boy's shoulders, equal parts assurance and severity.

❝ Though I made you Golden Guard, you shall always be my nephew, first and foremost. What would I do if something happens to you, hm? What if you were spotted and captured? I'd never forgive myself, if you were taken from me, as your father had been... ❞

How many shots prompt | ( Accepting ! )

❝ . . . ❞

Oh, that's quite the unimpressed expression that the Magister currently wears.

❝ How many shots does it take for someone to get alcohol poisoning? That many. Times that number by a hundred, and then some. Add an extra fifty. As an extra measure, ask Ravion if he can supply some of the toxic flora of Sal'Thorin to add to each shot. ❞

In layman's terms: They'd sooner die, thanks.