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{{ okay gang i know i haven’t been here a while but i need help because im having anxiety but should i use paypal or stripe for my commission payment method

#[ 00 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖞... ❜ — ooc. #{{ I hope people have information on this because I am scared to make a business account for either site #{{ im not worried about transactional fee im just generally worried about personal information

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{{ someone needs to hold amalthea like the man showing his dog a dishwasher for the first time and just take her places

#[ 00 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖞... ❜ — ooc. #{{ I promise you she will be full of awe and sparkly eyes in the same way that dog was #{{ Amalthea vc : today i saw a bird nest 😊🫶 and a strip club in the morning 🙁👎

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prom today 💕💕 i unfortunately have no date but it’s okay im not upset im not upset ( fuming )

#[ 00 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖞... ❜ — ooc. #{{ be nice or I will kill you

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{{ do you ever see a characterization of a canon muse so poorly done it makes you mad

#[ 00 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖞... ❜ — ooc. #{{ NOT ON MY DASH THANKFULLY. but I am Aware #{{ He Would Not Do That #{{ sorry I come alive for this i just needed to punch the air

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˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ continued from …

a cry for :  @shallliveoninsong

    ❝ of course not ! ❞

she quickly responded, already holding more packs of ice in case one hadn't been enough. she counted about twenty in the stack. that should be good, right ?

     she hadn't cared much about human fragility until she'd made friends with lady. now, it was all she could think about.  ❝ you'll recover soon, right ? it WILL heal. ❞ it was almost as though she was trying to order the bruise to go away - staring at it through her nose with wings raised to intimidate it.

    ❝ i am so terribly sorry, ❞ her fourteenth apology so far,  ❝ i assumed you must've been a more durable human. ❞ a compliment in her eyes. lady had been the strongest out of most she'd seen. ( after all, not every human can walk off a large stab wound. )

    ❝ from now on, i will be by your side to ensure you are nursed back to health. ❞ a bit much for a bruise, but it was the thought that counts.

#[ 01 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗... ❜ — thread. #{{ whoops now amalthea is going 2 overcompensate

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the entity gave her a chance of her own personal cosmetic and she was enamored with the idea of a graphic shirt

bonus underneath

#[ 04 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖑... ❜ — visage. #{{ BASED ON CONVERSATION LAST NIGHT LOL #{{ I have never drawn Amalthea her actual reference I still need to finish it #{{ it’s a hell of a project though I still have to cover all the ginormous lineart #{{ featuring ghosting and poorly drawn wesker

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❝ Bury me, just leave me to sleep in the dirt… Finish me, I'm floating away… Something's dying inside of me. I've been crucified and hung out to dry, yet my heart still beats and I feel so alive.

── ⠀*⠀·✦ ‹⠀#OFURIZEN : an independent, private & canon divergent portrayal of 𝐕 from 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𓂅 narrated by NOVA.

#{{ RAHHHH 🤓👆 I love nova #promo tbt #{{ reblog this or I’ll eat someone’s pants

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{{ that does remind me. mundus’s castle would be the realm that transfers over once amalthea gets taken in. it serves as a reminder of what she lost — who she could’ve been — what she could’ve ruled. it motivates her to do the most during trials to prove herself to someone … some THING other than mundus.

#[ 05 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖎 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒... ❜ — about. #[ 13 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗 ; 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓'𝖘... ❜ — dead by daylight. #{{ ermmmmmm 🤓👆 it wash akshually already abandoned during dmc 1 #{{ but like. now it’s truly empty. No puppet vessels no mundus no griffin no phantom no nothing #{{ it’s hollowed out and corrupted thanks to the entity

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depressed emo vampire dante save me

#{{ uhm … i dont go here but im reblogging it anyway #{{ outfit idea im nawt tagging this i just need this here . sorry

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look at her. beaming like a little puppy in a pool of someone else’s blood.

❝ the entity was pleased with my efforts today. ❞

#[ 02 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖈 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊... ❜ — ic. #{{ she’s so silly. look at her #{{ imagine the visual image of the troll memes just her in a corner with her wings out and a :3 #{{ sooo oupy. she deserves a treat

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{{ amalthea in dead by daylight is what happens when you take in a sad wet stray dog in the rain and try to raise it to be a violent guard dog

#[ 00 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖞... ❜ — ooc. #{{ jokes aside entity probably treats her better than mundus ironically enough #{{ it feeds into her idea that she needs to have meaning and purpose while intensifying the torment #{{ essentially “you help me I help you’ type deal only entity intentionally makes things worse if she doesn’t #{{ constantly perform trials / hesitates #{{ of course Amalthea never directly finds out and is stuck in the high of “I have meaning now I serve entity and she is pleased with me’

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the only response she could muster in the moment was a weak groan, opening her eyes and squinting when they met with the bright sun.

     something in her yells to attack the human, slice his hands clean off for daring to touch — but a gentler ... weaker voice in her head reminds her she was not the being she once was. no, humans had to be your ally now. use them wisely, they aren't as easily expendable. she bowed her head, a slight grimace forming as she was heaved upwards and into his arms. it felt embarassing — having to be rescued by that of a human. least he was strong. mundus forbid he dropped her. now that would be worthy cause of a hand slicing.

     as she's settled down, darcy approaches her, sitting it's rump in the shade and resting it's head — pink tongue out as it panted. for a lamb of hell, even the texas heat was a bit much on it's fleece. darcy baa'ed in response to the stranger in understanding since amalthea seemed too preoccupied in her own thoughts. in fact, it noticed how awkwardly her wings sprawled out in the chair — the lamb stifling it's own version of laughter as it scraped it's hoof on the floor.

     amalthea heavily breathed through her nostrils, lying limply in the chair as the exhaustion took over. for all she cared, the human could've left her there and never returned. she hadn't expected him to come out with anything useful, at least — not anything that could help a high - demon such as herself.

     the lamb perked its head up with a bleat as the man returned, hopping up to headbump him in the legs for attention. ❛ oh, he has something good for us. don't you feel it amalthea ? ❜ the lamb turns her head to an unresponsive devil. ❛ your loss. ❜ the lamb bleats loudly now, kicking back it's hindlegs just as the bowls reached the ground. fluffy head butting the hand away faster than he could withdraw — the lamb started to lap up the water and crunch on the crackers as if it were it's last meal. darcy's tail waggled in satisfaction, mind only on the fine meal infront of her.

     amalthea blinked in surprise as the cold bottle touched her forehead, like she awoke from a heat daze. she shot him an almost resentful look that said let me do it myself, before holding the bottle up herself. however her expression quickly softened, realizing how ungrateful she looked. and she wasn't — just unsure — as she felt as though there had to be some ulterior motive to this all.

     ❝ far too long. ❞ she simply responded, her breathing somewhat back to a normal pace. she wanted to leave it there, and be done with the conversation - but again, that annoyingly true voice had reminded her to at least be polite. he's just trying to help. not everyone is ill intentioned.      she let out a sigh, glancing at her lamb before meeting his eyes again. ❝ i had been following a trail left behind by a... ❞

what was that thing exactly ?

     ❝ ... manned - carriage. it nearly struck us. ❞ another sigh, questioning whether it had been worth it to explain their situation to him.

     ❝ i was hoping to find shelter. ❞ or, alternatively, spiteful revenge. she lazily blinks, looking up at the awning before removing the bottle from her forehead and looking over the label. ❝ ...this is doing well enough. ❞

the texas heat could be brutal -- yet, here johnny was, with his feet kicked out one over the other, leaning his head back against the warmed metal pole, his arms behind his head & a hat shielding his eyes from the blaring sun. soaking in the sun & heat, as he does normally when he works on the gas station, the silence of everything around, aside the occasional car or two that happen by, usually always stopping for gas & a break off the road, & the buzzing of insects. typical. his tongue works against a toothpick, pressing it back & forth & all around in his mouth, to occupy himself idly. his eyes close, if for what felt like a measly minute for him.

he thinks about some of his best hunts, uses it as a reminder for the rewards of his work. he thinks on his first -- a rabbit, wandering the property. johnny was a kid, he recalls, with barely a care in the world. his first hunt, what started it all. it makes him laugh, then -- how a rabbit became the start to humans, not much later in his life. a WOLF hidden in SHEEP'S CLOTHING.

his eyes open to the sound of the whirring of a car pulling close to the station -- blessed with good hearing, he'd say -- standing to his feet to present himself as help. the engine shuts off, the windows roll down. they ask for a refill on gas, cash given to him. keep the change, the teens say, before laughing to themselves on some shit johnny ain't paying attention to. johnny rounds the car, eyeing the license plate. odd number, odd day, they could fill. he turns on his heel, going inside to give the money to drayton, returning back outside to help the customers. rounding the car again, hearing the soft click of the pump unlocking, he opens the fuel tank cap, grabbing the pump & inserting it, clamping it closed to work.

johnny looks up at the open windows, one of the teens hanging their head out of it, the rest turning to look.

where's the nearest place to grab a bite? i'm starving.

johnny smiles -- toothy, charming, cocking his head. he sees the shadows of the passenger side hiding her face & the driver picking on her, smacking on her arm. he focuses on the back passenger, the one who asked the question.

❛ if y' keep on keepin' on that way, ❜ his eyes dart in the direction they were heading, nodding towards it. ❛ we got snacks, but if y' lookin' for some fine & proper dinin', there's a diner to the right 'bout three miles up. pretty good food for good price, too, ❜ he answers. the teen smiles, turning into her seat to tell the driver. the pump clicks, turning off. johnny returns the hand pump, going to the driver side. ❛ y' all filled up. thank ya for stoppin' by. don't be a stranger now, y' hear? ❜ earns him a big smile & laugh. stepping away from the vehicle & returning to his post in the chair, the vehicle whirs off -- down the road to, what he assumed, was the diner.

for now? he kicks back again, leg over the other, taking in the texas heat. silence, once more, other than the buzzing of insects, once again. his eyes close once more, soaking in the peace. a smell gets closer -- unfamiliar, but noticeable. his eyes open & he looks over. there's a bleating noise that seems to call out for him. he sees a girl walking -- unsure of what she was holding in her arms, already shuffling to stand up. he watches her collapse.

❛ god dammit, ❜ he turns to walk to the gas station, giving the window a knock to let drayton know something was going on. another bleating noise, to what he finds is a lamb, calling to him. he jogs the way to her, bending down to her collapsed body. wings? he glances at the lamb, curiously. no time for that now.

❛ hey now, y' still there? ❜ he awaits a response. ❛ if y' can hear me, i'm gonna try liftin' ya, alright? i'm gonna put you in a chair in the shade, ❜ he speaks, informing of what he's going to do. carefully -- still not quite sure how to arrange with the wings, he wraps an arm of hers over his shoulders, an arm of his going to her waist. he shuffles a bit to get her more positioned for being lifted, lifting her up to her feet. another bend, his other arm goes to her legs, fully hefting her. he rushes with her into the shade, carefully sitting her down in the chair hidden under the overhang.

❛ be right back, ❜ curses drayton under his breath for not coming out there, walking back inside the gas station, giving a look to drayton as he grabs a few items -- a couple bottles of cold water, a bag of chips, a small thing of graham crackers, & a couple little foam bowls. shoots drayton a look that says put it on my tab if you're worried 'bout it, coming back out of the gas station to the company. he sets down the items on a small table sitting outside, putting water in one, crushing up some of the graham crackers to put in the other, setting them down for the lamb while he takes care of the girl. he grabs the full water bottle, putting it onto her forehead to try & cool her down.

❛ dammit ... how long y'all been walkin'? it's too hot for all of that, now. ❜

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#[ 04 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖑... ❜ — visage. #{{ literally how i picture miss amalthea rahhhhhhhh

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❝ ah... ❞ she hummed, tucking her wings and finally releasing her grip on his chin. oh, he was special alright.

❝ a blessing … ❞ the vessel nodded — that's what she wanted to hear, a subtle smile on her lips as she steps back, lowering her head to a tilt as she continued to observe him. it was almost like he flipped a switch, like a dog being praised for behaving well. she was obedient like one, wasn't she ?

❝ a vessel for Mundus. king of hell. emperor of darkness. ❞ he had many a title, many of which had been far from what people would associate with divine. no, the term would more fittingly be demonic. visage was divine, to differentiate oneself from the rest of the brutes who know nothing of power. it excited her — to be apart of it, to be what was essentially his golden creation. to be HIS favorite.

❝ i will revive him. ❞ her smile grew into a prideful smirk, ❝ and one day you will serve him, too. ❞ perhaps like one of those puppets.

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ A vessel. Interesting answer... Ah, but aren't we all. It isn't that the wings didn't surprise him, oh no, they were certainly worth some excitement, but fear has long since stopped being how he responds to a change of pace. Rest assured, he did worship you. But not in that way praying men do. More like something delivered by angels worships home. Even if they weren't an angel. Because it isn't heaven he works for.

" A vessel for divinity..? Or do they dispute that about you too? " He calmly muses, as he watches them come closer and closer, a little bit surprised by quite how close they were getting. Finally his languid demeanor wakes up a little as he's touched, blinking his gilded eyes and standing more upright at the sudden claiming of his rugged chin. But... no. Look into these eyes. He earned them proving that he doesn't fear pain, doesn't fear death, doesn't fear the whims of gods.

" On the contrary... I am quite familiar with what lies beyond the veil. I consider your presence quite the blessing. "

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#[ 07 ] 𓆩♱𓆪 ❛ 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖊... ❜ — musings.

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˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ not far fallen from the tree.

a cry for : @ofurizen

her trips to the underworld were becoming more frequent. she was coming close to an answer ; a way to slow her curse. demons had information she wanted, and it was horribly easy to get them to squeal. the lot of them rightfully feared her, some even as far as worship — but in the end, amalthea had gotten one lead that had potential.

mundus had connection to it himself. the qliphoth tree. the fruit it bore granted power — and could potentially grant her a cure. just about everything had worked in her favor, and now all it had been was a matter of getting to the tree. lesser demonic creatures posed a threat to her but exhausted as she was, determination kept her moving onward.

“ why not just sta-a-art a cult ? seems e-e-easier than this... ” the lamb commented, trotting casually alongside the she-devil. the heat of the underworld always made her fleece too warm, and she was getting tired dealing with all the backtracking it took to find this damned thing. always on some sort of fetchquest for the next big macguffin it seemed.

“ you insisted on coming, ” amalthea huffed, unfolding her wings cautiously as she glided down a steep path. “ come on now, we're close to the tree. it must have an answer . . . ” her voice trailed off, the statement not directed at darcy - reassuring her own doubts. her face scrunched as her bare feet touched prickled ground, wings shutting as she walked onward with a cautious pace. following the crimson glow of the branches, her eyes traced the pattern of each - noting which looked more potent compared to the rest. pausing in her place, she found something that had disrupted the pattern. an odd, misshapen branch that happened to look -

" human... ? "

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     ❝ she’s real big . . . ❞ the lamb's voice that of a slight southern drawl, with an appropriately baby-ish pitch. her ear twitched, wobbling on her legs to stand and face the kitten.  ❝ with no-o-o fur 'cept long brown fur on her head. ❞ clarified the lamb as she cautiously stepped toward him, head lowered. she hadn't been much bigger than him, her hooves making her appear just slightly taller. she was a farm animal after all, out of place within the city - perfect for attention which she oh-so-craved. so many strangers had passed her by with an odd look, and some even pet her head. humans . . . she'd like to save some of them as her servants.       ❝ mama looks like she's one of those... spindly le-e-egged folks . . . ❞ she stuck a hoof out to emphasize it, scraping the ground idly. ❝ awful pretty too . . . ❞

     just how long could she keep this kitten under her hoof ? he didn't seem like much of a baby.

     ❝ oooh, you'll he-e-elp me find mama, won't you mister stra-a-anger ?  ❞

Something was... different about this little animal Sissel had been following. He hadn't reached out to them with his ghost powers yet due to his caution but something felt off.

The lamb wasn't dead obviously but...

And then the sheep actually spoke rather than making noises. Sissel's ears perked up. He could understand the lamb, just like how he could understand Missile. Well, he might as well try and be helpful he supposed.

He reached out to the lamb with his powers of the dead.

"Hello there little lamb. I might be able to be of some help. What does she look like?"

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