#XUNREINX. Independent multimuse primarily offering muses from DC and Marvel Comics. Novella, multi-para, short replies. Canon with various fandoms, media runs and HEAVY HC influenced. Mutuals only!!! Triggering themes and mature content, follow at your own risk. MINORS DO NOT!
I HAVE BLED FOR DUTY, AND I WOULD BLEED FOR IT STILL
STUDY OF … envy, control, compassion, growth, pride, finding comfort in ones sins, legacy, unbearable rage, loyalty, recovery, narcissism, madness, curses, the balance of duality, devotion and yearning on the soul, and finding beauty in impurity.
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an Independent multimuse primarily offering muses from DC and Marvel Comics. Novella, multi-para, short replies. Canon with various fandoms, media runs and HEAVY HC influence. Triggering themes and mature content, follow at your own risk.
STUDY OF … envy, control, compassion, growth, pride, finding comfort in ones sins, legacy, unbearable rage, loyalty, recovery, narcissism, madness, curses, the balance of duality, devotion and yearning on the soul, and finding beauty in impurity.
I HAVE BLED FOR DUTY, AND I WOULD BLEED FOR IT STILL
YET ALWAYS I RESENT IT ALL, FOR IT COST ME. YOU.
for the first time in years, hercules felt ... lighter. the feeling was so unfamiliar that he almost did not trust it. the labors were finished. every beast slain, every trial endured, every impossible task placed before him completed. the road that had begun with blood and madness had finally reached its end, and though the ghosts of his past still lingered in quiet corners of his mind, they felt more distant tonight. not gone, never gone, but quieter.
the fire before him crackled softly as darkness settled over the land. somewhere beyond the hills, people celebrated victories that had nothing to do with gods or monsters. ordinary lives moving forward, ordinary people allowed to make mistakes and live beyond them. for once, hercules allowed himself to wonder if perhaps he could do the same. his gaze dropped briefly to his hands. tha same hands he had stared at countless times before, searching for blood no water could wash away.
the memories would remain, but perhaps the punishment was over. perhaps that was the point, not forgiveness, simply the chance to continue living. the thought settled heavily in his chest, uncomfortable in its unfamiliarity. hercules had spent so long carrying guilt that he no longer knew who he was without it. then came the voice, and suddenly the fragile peace shattered. slowly, hercules lifted his head, every word that followed felt like another stone being placed back unpon his shoulders.
in selene hands there it was the nemean lion, a life he had taken, a life that could be restored she said, she demanded. his expression hardened almost immediately, though not from anger. but the realization, cruel, it was cruel. for years he had believed the labors were his punishment. believed every monster slain had brought him one step closer to balancing scales that could never truly be balanced. and now, selene showed him he had simply covered old blood with new.
the silence stretched between them, his eyes lowered once more to his palms. a bitter smile touched his lips. ❝ of course it isn't over, i thought i had finally paid my debt. ❞ his jaw tightened. ❝ i thought perhaps this was the first day i could stop looking over my shoulder and seeing ghost. ❞ slowly, he looked back toward her. there was no rage in his eyes, no resistance. only disappointment directed at himself. because some foolish part of him had believed redemption could ever be earned so easily. ❝ so tell me, what pieces do you need me to find ? ❞
@xunreinx ♡ for something from hercules to selene.
She wasn't capable of pity for the man, the hero, holding the skin of her familiar in her arms as she struggled not to scream at him. It had taken months to collect what she had, gods knew it would be months more. The bitter smile was met by a stony expression, struggling against the urge to lash out at him after spending a solid ten minutes explaining how he was going to help her in the revival of her familiar.
"Curses tend to linger, hero.' The word drops from her lips like a stone, shifting the weight of her familiar's pelt in her arms. Even deceased he was difficult, jaw grit as she attempted to keep her disapproving expression while she struggled. "I've most of the carcass you created already, but I am missing a few of his fang teeth, his heart, and his liver.'
And his rumble, tucking her chin into the mane to hide the tremble of her lower lip. His poor temper, the smell of old blood and herbs, the late night walks when the moon had waned. The injury exacerbated with every trial to recover the piece of familiar so crassly discarded from the whole. She'd felt his death, it had carved her apart and left her unable to breathe properly for weeks.
She could feel tears prickling her eyes, as much as she hated it, fingers gripping the pelt until it hurt. He'd agreed, there was no need to continue lashing out. It wasn't as if she had the control to properly curse him herself, she'd need her lion for that. But once she had her lion she'd have no need to be near the loudly lauded hero.
"There are creatures I cannot conquer on my own.' A sniff, forcing her chin up, Leo would be furious she was anything but demanding. "So you will do it for me since you are the one who took away the familiar gifted to me by my namesake. What happens to you after is not my concern.'
It would be the perfect moment to walk towards, and then past him, head held high. Except the pelt was cumbersome, and after beginning to take a step she realized that in doing so she'd most likely trip over her own sandals and ruin the entire effect she'd managed to craft. Instead she chose stony silence, and a glare as she wasn't able to give him the pelt, she couldn't allow him to touch it again without possibly becoming incredibly violent. … But she also wasn't able to carry it herself, finally placing it in the trunk that it had been draped over, closing the lid softly.
an Independent multimuse primarily offering muses from DC and Marvel Comics. Novella, multi-para, short replies. Canon with various fandoms, media runs and HEAVY HC influence. Triggering themes and mature content, follow at your own risk.
STUDY OF … envy, control, compassion, growth, pride, finding comfort in ones sins, legacy, unbearable rage, loyalty, recovery, narcissism, madness, curses, the balance of duality, devotion and yearning on the soul, and finding beauty in impurity.
I HAVE BLED FOR DUTY, AND I WOULD BLEED FOR IT STILL
YET ALWAYS I RESENT IT ALL, FOR IT COST ME. YOU.
@summerxmelodies sent a raven:
❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ (Jacob Seed)
He paused in the doorway, fingers dancing lightly on the frame before looking over his shoulder at the woman the chosen had brought in to look over the initiates. It'd been a case of terrible luck that the last doctor had died, though he was sure his brother was still spouting off about the will of God or some such nonsense. It had been the drugs, the damn doctor had gotten a call to assist with Faith's angels and he hadn't been able to handle the hallucinogenic.
Not that he owed her an answer, at all. She was here to do a job, and then leave. Preferably before his younger brother found out and tried to blackmail her into staying. He didn't like the look of her, there was something about the way she carried herself that told him she'd be trouble. You could see hard times on someone if you knew what to look for, and if that could be used to collar them. Usually. The fast answer to the question yet asked by his brothers was no, it would take work, time, effort, and he was in short supply of all.
“No, I've subordinates for that. Get them stabilized, that's your job. Their choices are between them and God.' The word still tasted terrible on his tongue, but his brother was insistent that what they were doing was God's will. ”Anything else is above your paygrade.'
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“Promise me one thing—don’t pretend this was nothing.” (Calypso for Odysseus)
He still couldn't believe he was going home, a twist low in his gut, an ache in his chest as he looked down to the hand on his arm. This had been meant to be his Meadow of Asphodel, a field of beauty that held it's own charms true. But not the ending one would hope for, unable to decide if he should smile or cry.
Home. Ithaca. The hills, the palace, the goats, faithful friends and family.
Which he'd made for himself here, on the isle, with a goddess that gave so much without asking for anything else in return but that he love her. And he had. Did? Gods, this was cruel for no purpose. He'd let the dream die, a sacrifice tossed into the growing pyre that was the love he'd carefully tended and stoked for Calypso. And now he was to leave, there was no option to stay. For all her craft, and his promises, he'd been unable to truly relinquish the hope that he'd one day make it home to see father, home, her…
"I could never.'
That at least was true, lifting her hand to kiss pinkie knuckle, passing across the other three and turning her hand to kiss the palm. The same soft, gentle hand that had wiped the cold sweat from his forehead when he'd woke throat hoarse from shouting. The names of his men, the kings that he'd stood beside in Troy, the gods who'd turned on him and left him here like so much flotsam. Like spoiled children discarding a toy they no longer cared to play with.
And was he not doing the very same? Heard Hermes talking with Calypso, as he was sure he was meant to, and moved as swiftly as the god himself to the beach without a thought. It had been immediate, the old drive roaring through him like a chimera, rattling frame and flesh into action. It was only at her gentle touch that he recalled her at all, and he was disgusted with himself. But that didn't stop his frantic work.
A part of his heart would be left here, the home that had always ever been a consolation.
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full ( legal ) name : tabitha eloise aguillard
nicknames ; tea , tabi , tabby cat
date ( and place ) of birth : november 9th , parent's room , burgundy , france
current age ; forgotten
ethenicity : caucasian
bloodline ; human
gender identity : cis female
sexual orientation ; bisexual men leaning
family : biological mother is marguerite louise aguillard nee beaumont , biological father is toulouse henri aguillard
children ; tba
pets ; none
occupation : self employed ;; tea shoppe owner
location ; wherever a neutral meeting place is needed
appearance : physique ; stands at five foot six inches ( 5’6” / 167.7 cm ) tabitha's physique is curvaceous , a lush form wrapped in cozy attire . soft hands that smell lightly of cardamon and spice from the crafting of her own tea leaves.
hair and eyes ; tabithas's hair is a rich red . in her youth she preferred it braided , but as she matured enjoyed the feeling of loose locks . her eyes are a bright blue / green color with thick , short eyelashes .
other notable features ; none at this time .
face claim : bryce dallas howard
speaking : primary languages ; english , french , gaelic
languages known ; all , as the need arises
body modifications : tattoos && locations ; none at this time
piercings && locations ; ears ;; lobe , orbital , and helix on both sides , forward helix on left side only
injuries : location ; story ∶ a puckered scar on her left shoulder from an arrow she took during a peace talk between werewolves and sorcerers in orleans .
relationships :
wyatt kain ; @rcliicta ; tabitha's primary ship . the two met in her shoppe and while she was originally oblivious of the vampire's intentions , that didn't last long . the two have been together for longer than tabitha can remember . the two live on wyatt's farm , where tabitha attempts to bring the vampire further into the present time despite not being from it herself .
synopsis : Tabitha Aguillard had been a sweet child born during a great turmoil that led to the overthrowing of a monarchy.
born in the middle of the french revolution , tabitha was surrounded by violnce and disquiet from the very start of her life . in spite of that , with heavy influence of her father , she learned how to keep a delicate peace much as he did with their staff . while her father was called in to council the lords and ladies who were attempting to navigate the turbulent waters , tabitha could be found in the kitchen adored by the staff as she attempted to assist them in their chores . her favourite place was in the herb room , with its hanging plants and multitude of scents , the mortal and pestle used to grind herbs heavy in her hands but smelt heavenly to her nose .
it was this preference that saved her life . when the villages lower class lashed out , invading the villa in order to murder the upper class and the servants who had not turned on them , tabitha was saved by a maid in the kitchen who'd taken her under her care . dressed in servant's clothes , the two escaped into the herb garden and to the woods that surrounded the property . while her father did survive physically , he was never mentally the same , turned bitter by the loss of his wife and the servants he'd considered family friends . they lived in a small cottage in the woods that surrounded another family's home for many years , tabitha cultivating her own herb garden to sell and make money to purchase food when her father's hunting failed .
after his death she lived alone , trading herbs and wine for more substantial sustenance with a nearby village before saving enough to purchase a small store from which to ply her trade . in 1809 her establishment was chosen , unbeknownst to her , as a neutral meeting place in order to negotiate a truce between a pack of werewolves , and the sorcerers responsible for the curse laid upon the bloodline . it started out civilly enough , but soon began to become heated with the threat of blood being spilled . interrupting was not necessarily the smartest of moves , but tabitha managed to encourage level heads and the two came to an agreement that neither truly cared for but that's the point of compromise .
the sorcerers decided her establishment was ideal , especially after her continued assistance in keeping peace in her place of business when they met there again . and again . over the course of five years they used her calm setting in order to discuss issues , and advised others of her talents mortal though she may be . until she wasn't , shot by a resentful third party to a renegotiation between the sorcerers and werewolves , and while the wound itself wasn't dangerous she was gifted magical protections by the eldest in the cabal working in tandem with the other supernatural creatures who had benefitted inside her establishment .
a slew of blessings were gifted to her , immortality to start . a long life that she is unaware of as her mind recreates memories in order to fit the times she lives in . as an example ; her family home and the loss of her mother is rewritten every few decades as she continues not to age . murdered by bloodthirsty villagers during the french revolution . slain by deserters during wwii . killed during by a mob during the civil rights movement while joining a peaceful protest . she is unaware that she is wandering through time , and as her memories are constantly changing she does on occasion come across as ditzy as her mind is preoccupied in doing so.
secondly , her shoppe is no longer stationary , the door can be opened in any place at times of need . not just peace talks or negotiations , but any supernatural creature seeking peace and quiet , a good cup or tea or glass of wine , and a small sweet or savory treat . she has the ability to cater to all appetites and takes pride in the fact that her coolers hold not only choice cuts for those who rely on meat but an assortment of blood types for those unable to consume flesh any longer . a room holds cages for insect life , poisonous creatures , rodentia . outside of human life itself she is capable of service .
thirdly , though not necessarily supernatural in nature per se , the community itself donates not only to her coffers but her inventory . portions of human soul captured in bottles , blood from immortals , herbs that are impossible to source due to the magical protection of the glades they grow . and while the occasional mortal follows on the heels of a supernatural creature entering , they are unbothered and guided subconsciously to sit away from the more dangerous patrons inside the establishment . it is rare that a normal human being can locate her establishment but it is most often due to some supernatural heritage , regardless of how far back , in their bloodline .
mornin / afternoon / evenin y'all. woke up with a migraine from hell but tabitha my lil neutral tea shoppe owner for the supernatural won the poll! so i'll be working on bios today starting with hers.
i want to get my oc bios done so y'all don't have to be like tibby i know you said random if i don't choose a muse but who the fk white baby is this???? got a credit score of 73o
that being said as i disappear into aesthetic hell i hope y'all are havin / had a great day! kiss kiss bish
@summerxmelodies sent a raven:
❛ why don’t you just kill me? ❜ (Niklaus Mikaelson)
"What fun would that be?'
A bloody finger skimmed her lower lip, a soft ahh sound coming from the hybrid's throat as his own mouth opened wider as if attempting to give medicine to a child. The wound would close soon, the blood trickling along the curve of his palm coming to a stop. And she was wasting time asking why he was curing her. Again. What was this, the fourth time? Honestly he'd forgotten the question he'd been asking her, the information he'd been seeking, distracted by her resilience.
He did so enjoy the breaking of things, and when they didn't fall apart immediately that was to be appreciated. In full. Until the inevitable loss of the plaything that so entertained him. Now, what was it he was meant to be asking ab- Ah, yes. Her pack. The local heathens were always looking for new blood, hoping to find the right bloodline that could finally dethrone him. Not possible, but the moxie was appreciated.
“Besides you haven't answered my question.' Honestly at least, she was hiding something, and until he'd managed to wring every drop of truth of her, she was going to be his guest. In the cavern. On the sarcophagus he'd repurposed. ”Now, let's try again, shall we? Where does your family come from?'
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because i've mentioned many times his eyes are brown and that he has scars . the reference sheets from are under the cut but me fkin around are on display ta da!
