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arknthetics · 2 years
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What Tobias Kestler would wear. (The Arknverse)
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feathered-iridescent · 10 months
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I'm aware of the news. I'd rather not talk about it.
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1fenfen1 · 1 year
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tw: arkn mythos (fuck sealtoast)
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musesandmagick · 3 years
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Aftermath
“Let me go back, I have to go back! He can’t have her again, he has to have me! I’m supposed to be special!”
Though his chest ached and his cheeks were damp with the weight of her emotions and his own, Laen held his sister close as she screamed and fought and cried. Her dress was in tatters: the princess frills and barely-concealing lace clinging to her fragile frame as loosely as she clung to her own mind. He’d offered a change of clothes, but she had refused.
The mess in her head was confusing his; some broken mix of guilt and fear twisting itself into jealousy — holding tightly to the familiarity and safety of the lie she’d been living.
“I’m still pretty, aren’t I?” Wide eyes shifted to look up at him, glittering and desperate for something to fix whatever she was feeling.
“You’re the most beautiful thing in any world, in Lathrym and Seed,” he told her, startled by how gentle the whisper of his voice became. “Lauri, you’re worth more than anyone could ever give you.”
“No.” Lauri shook her head, shoving him away to pace the room; hands tangled in her own hair, “No, no, it’s not the same it’s all wrong!” she whined, eyes darting as she searched her own thoughts, “I-I’m wrong I’m broken!”
“You’re not—“
“Then why doesn’t he want me anymore?!”
Laen was sure he felt his heart shatter as she screamed, tugging at her hair so hard she tore a clump of perfect waves free; staring at it in her hands and sinking to her knees faster than her brother could think to react. “I’m not even worth being a toy…”
Sighing, he knew it was over. Cradling her close again, he buried his face in her hair as she cried into his chest like they always did when they were little. “We’ll get through this,” he whispered into her mind, hoping the telepathy would be easier for her to handle, “This time, I’ve got you.”
“I’m sorry. I should have listened to you.”
“And I should have been a better brother to you, but things happened and we can’t take it back now,” he sighed, trying to change the subject, “D’you want me to fix your hair up?”
“Cut it short. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want anyone to touch it again.” Sniffling, she pulled away just enough to look down at herself. “Why am I still wearing this? I’m going to change.”
As if the last five minutes hadn’t happened, she pushed to her feet and left the room; almost dazed as if she didn’t truly realise he was still there.
Laen sighed, left with a damp shirt, kneeling on the floor with a clump of his sister’s hair on the floor in front of him. This was going to be harder than he thought.
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mirrored-passeridae · 4 years
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Of Escape
This wasn’t right. The sky flashed and the ground shook, power crackling in the air’s every inch. Whispers of voices he didn’t recognise danced from the door that stood where there once was nothing. Hethe only knew what horrors it may hold. 
“Lauri, something big is happening.” He couldn’t help himself, reaching for Laurien as his stomach twisted with anxiety. 
‘Do you see it, brother?’ Her voice danced back, shining with the same disgusting optimism she never seemed to lose these days. Artificial. Ugly.
“It’s difficult to miss.”
‘I wonder where it goes. Something only My Lord knows I’m sure.’
“I doubt it.” He knew, of course, that this would be the perfect opportunity for that vile little maggot who called himself a ‘god’ to dig his fingers deeper into his brainwashed faithful. It would be stupid for him not to. But. Perhaps this was a chance. If the door opened, he and his sister may be able to escape through it. Or maybe it would release something that shook people’s faith in Marchosias. Or perhaps he could merely smuggle her out while the rest of the Lathrym were distracted by it. 
Right now, what was distracted was his mind. He could feel the ‘love’ and speculation in his sister, leaking through their connection like a plague. Perhaps this was actually a sign. A sign he was wrong, that Elucidis truly was to be the reigning God-- No. Wait. 
Laen felt he might throw up. “If you could broadcast your brainwashing a little quieter, I’d appreciate it.”
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sonofthecarver · 4 years
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would any of yall be interested in a lil series abt how i use arknverse magic?
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neon-jaybird · 5 years
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@pariahspraises Hey, if you need someplace to chill or blow off steam or whatever, I’ve got a place that’s pretty anon. I’ll DM you the location if you want, then you can choose if you wanna come or whatever. 
Let me know if and when you’re coming and I’ll keep the purple light to a minimum.
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lacrymosa84 · 7 years
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Webseries/ARGs Playlist in upload order
Alright guys, here is the ultimate Playlist, made by the awesome user Deuce, from the TTD ( Tumblr link : https://neverendingbridge.tumblr.com/) 
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL_ieeDxNm-AS9KJe3kG6z_XrTqEe-AEsN
It has 2.090 video, every or almost every Webseries ARG is in, it’s avery good way to find new series you might not have heard about so go and check it out!
the list under the cut
Webseries/ARG list: -lonelygirl15 + side channels +LG15: Resistance -infinitesolutions -Year Zero ARG (spreaded throughout different channels) -seventybroad (started in 2007 with an unrelated video and actually started posting videos frequently in 2016) -The Wyoming Incident (technically started in 2006, situation explained in NOTES) -Ilovebees (started at 2003 but there weren't any videos about it until 2007) -lasagnacat -Marble Hornets + ToTheArk -poocheeandpansy (yes this is an ARG dont question me) -Don't Hug Me I'm Scared -DadsTapes + donotcontinue -alantutorial -foundonthetape -Jack Torrance -WhisperedFaith -Pavel Hall by Doorway Studios -The Psycho Series by McJuggerNuggets -bensplayhouse -TrialofLeaves -Nature Break by the (now dead) THAC group -TheWestRecords -CodeRadiazione -Aspicio Omniam -Noc+10 -Recollect + unlisted videos -I'm Incognito -SilentDork -Clear Lakes 44 (hosted in the Marble Hornets channel) -Cave Of Shadows + Ns0mnby + Awake + Elias Doyle channels -the insane gamer (courtesy of a good friend of mine) -HOOH: [EVERYBODY_SCREAMS_IN_THE_DARK]/[SECRETS_HIDDEN_BEYOND_THE_SIGHT] -CH/SS -This House Has People in It ARG + website videos uploaded separately + one recopilation of all the videos -2h32 -abstractions -Archive Enrichment Center -soursalt + unlisted videos -ECKVA -Children of the Mirror by IFC -Nonversate 8 -lasagna cat 2017 revival -Kaiser Foundation -selenicsystem84 -Petscop -TheBrandonVlogs -"Sleeping" ARG (Awake follow-up) -SeeThroughTheShadows -factors of zero
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historical-trash · 7 years
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The King Of Beetles, Ellpagg
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davidlikestofilm · 7 years
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Delusion: I made the mythos, so I have control over everything everyone made in it!
Reality: I may have helped make the mythos, but people still have creative rights over their own work, so, regardless whether or not its been used in the mythos, whatever I say about their work or whatever I do with their work is pointless unless I get creative permission from the rightful creator.
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the-game-master1 · 7 years
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Means to An End
Look, I’ve been rather quiet about this whole thing, mostly because I haven’t wanted to be a part of this bullshittery. I’m calling for both sides to stop. We all want to be done with this. Stop messaging others and it’ll stop. For both sides. Tony and David don’t want shit to continue, the fans of the mythos don’t want shit to continue, and I certainly don’t want shit to continue. I loved this mythos. I really loved it. It helped inspire my creative potential and drove me to make something of myself. I want everyone to stop fighting. If not for yourselves. For me. For the one who saw the light in everything and everyone. All I want to do is create in a mythos I love without being bombarded with bullshit for it.
All I ask is for it to end. No more messages, no more clogged up tags, just let it end. No one will win if we keep pushing for it. We have to just let things go and it’ll get better. Please.
-Garrett
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arknthetics · 2 years
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The seal of Emperor Clubs. (The Arknverse)
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My Lord has been so busy, of late... It feels like something is changing. I hope it's a good change!
That is to say, I'm sure it will be. Everything our God-Emperor does is Glorious I just
miss Him
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buerthetenth · 7 years
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Arkn mythos
Hey everyone, you're all idiots to actually believe that the mythos is actually a place to make great content. When in reality, your shit will get taken and then you'll get told that it wasn't yours to begin with. And we all know who the number one culprit is.
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musesandmagick · 3 years
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Heretical Hypotheticals
in collaboration with @the-siren-saga
Hybrid Perpetual was in bliss, and it was deeply distracting.
Life at the Cathedral was mind-numbing in its simplicity. Wake up. Join the others in the Inner Circle for daily devotions. Practice etiquette, poise, entertaining– whatever her Lord and Master wished her to know. Get used to the lack of privacy. Get used to being scrutinized. Get used to never being good enough.
Occasionally, allow herself to love it.
Now, of course, she had a new duty that she'd been doing for the past few weeks– babysitting Marchosias's pet, who he'd unfortunately begun to tire of.
She'd expected something like a raíosa, or even something more exotic and fearsome such as a Nachtryr. Maybe even one of those fluffy little mewing animals that were often exported from the Seeds– what were they called again? Ca'ats? No, that wasn't it. Instead, the "pet" in question was… an Arkn woman named Laurien– or Moss Rose, as he called her. This fact made her a little sick when she first encountered her, a fact that she'd endeavored to hide as well as she could from Marchosias Aversen's prying telepathy. The Arkn was pleasant enough company, she guessed– a little naive and innocent, and reluctant to talk about anything but how much she loved her captor, but she could hardly be blamed for either of those things. And honestly, with the way she was being cast aside, Moss Rose needed a friend.
On this particular day, she took the Arkn mage out to one of the Cathedral's pleasure gardens, intent on making sure she knew that even with the way she was being thrown away, she still had someone. She seemed unfazed by her Master’s waning attention, skipping and babbling about her love for Him as always, but a trained eye could see the way her smile never reached her eyes; her skip wasn’t quite so high.
“Do you think He’s building up to something?” She wondered, pausing in her step to beam at her friend, purple beads shining in her hair as it settled, “Perhaps He has a secret! Oh! Do you think I have a new wardrobe on the way? O-or a shiny new collar! No, he did that too recently…”
Pausing to frown for a moment, she fell silent; something glazing over in her eyes as her fingers brushed the glittering band at her throat -- but it was gone as soon as it came, the smile plastered firmly back in place. “Whatever it is, I’m certain it will be grand! Our Lord never disappoints!”
"I'm not sure what He has planned," Hybrid Perpetual said, a bit distantly. I think he's just bored, she thought to herself, but didn't dare say it out loud. "You seem a bit less bubbly than usual, Laur– I mean, Moss Rose. Has everything been well? I'd like to think of myself as your friend. You don't have to hide anything from me."
She covered Laurien's small, delicate hand with her own in a gesture of comfort, and it's so much like what her Lord does, so much like what Shanna used to do. It's a gesture so simple, but it seems to implore– Let me in. Trust me. I have your best interests at heart.
Lauri glanced between Hybrid and her hand, her expression wavering for a single, heart-stopping moment. Her lips parted softly, ready to say something, but she seemed to catch herself a moment before; shaking her head with another smile and quickly tugging her hand back. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Our Lord would never-.. No, I’m just being silly. I’ve been told I’m clingy, you know? And with our Lord so… busy…”
She shrugged as if it were nothing, but her eyes glittered with unspoken worries.
Hybrid Perpetual didn't like this. It was true that the act she wore was often no better than Laurien's own single-minded devotion. It was true that sometimes, on occasion, she even let herself mean it. Even let herself sink, the way that Laurien had sunk, into an obsession from which she'd only just recovered. But this was different. His control over Laurien seemed, as with so many of them, to be absolute.
How am I supposed to wake up someone who doesn't know she's sleeping?
"It doesn't seem like nothing," she said with a sad smile, trying to slip back into the mindset of a devoted follower to make sure her words didn't come off as heretical. "And it doesn't make you disloyal to be a little upset, I promise. If the lack of His presence didn't sadden us, what joy would we find in His return?"
That had better be the right thing to say. I don't want to make things worse.
“I… suppose you’re right.” The frown touched her brow again; a slight squeeze of her brow like she was trying to shake off a headache. “I just. I-I feel like I’ve done something wrong.”
She slowly rested herself down on a pristine white wall in front of rose bushes that framed her like the caged thing she was. A petal loosened itself to tangle in her hair and she plucked it out absently, handling the delicate bloom with absent eyes. “He used to give me everything. I felt like His princess; his perfect petal framed by His light.” As if to punctuate the point, she lifted the petal to the sky, the light glinting in her eyes like the sky itself were mirrored there. “And now… He still gives me such kind words, such lovely things, but it isn’t the same. D’you know what I mean?”
The petal fell from her fingertips and danced to the ground, her smile a little sad if still dreamlike as she looked back to Hybrid, “I’m probably being silly. He’s a busy God after all; how can I expect Him to be with me all the time? But it just… feels like He’s not there anymore, even when He is with me.”
Without saying a word, Hybrid Perpetual listened attentively to Laurien's struggles. The current 'counselor,' Montezuma, didn't know how to listen at all– not unless you were Tea, at least– and honestly, nobody else in the Society did either. So when Hybrid Perpetual put her own thoughts and interests aside for a moment and focused her attention completely on Laurien's pain, it came as quite a surprise.
It was only when she was finished, and not a moment before, that Hybrid Perpetual said anything at all.
"I know exactly what you mean," she hummed, looking at her with sympathy, but strangely, without pity. "Laurien–" she used her real name now– "when's the last time anyone ever just held you? Not in a possessive or greedy way, but just… because you're a person who deserves comfort?"
This is teetering on the edge of heresy. Be careful.
Laurien met her gaze for a long moment, confusion flickering there, “I-.. My Lord, he…” Swallowing heavily, she stared down at her own idly swinging feet; almost guilty. “I’m not sure. Why does it matter?”
With a quizzical tilt of her head, Hybrid Perpetual smiled thinly. "Thought so," she said with a slightly bittersweet tone. "It doesn't really matter, but… may I?"
As if she honestly hadn’t seen that coming, Lauri’s head snapped up again, eyes wide. There were conflicting questions in her mind, flickering through her ever-transparent gaze for a long silence, followed by the shortest, most sheepish nod imaginable. The guilt still hung in every breath she took as she sat there, not moving to go for the hug nor to move away; just waiting.
Hybrid Perpetual embraced her– not moving to take anything from her, not demanding any form of reciprocation. There were no overtones of expectation in the way she held Laurien close. It was just comfort, freely given. "Something is coming," she whispered. "I'm not sure what it is, or what will happen, but I want you to know that I do consider you a friend. Good luck."
As soon as the word ‘friend’ left her lips Laurien pulled away. Her expression had shifted, eyes still sparkling but the dazed smile back on her lips -- if a tad more forced this time. “You can’t tell Our Lord that. He’s-.. You can’t tell Him anything I said. Promise?”
Her smile grew wider, her panicked words and the soft-calm tone she spoke them with a chilling contrast.
"He won't know a thing." Hybrid Perpetual's smile seemed to be that of a mindlessly content worshipper, but there was an air of inscrutability from it. She, unlike most in this place, knew how to hide things. It was somewhat disconcerting.
The word "friend" was a dangerous thing in the Society of the Purple Rose. Most of the time, one used it to refer to those people who His Holiness had ordained that one should be spending time with. To use it in a more personal way– to say this person is home to me, to say we find comfort in each other– that was heretical. It was an insult to the idea of the Society as one flesh, one body, looking towards its Master as the brightest possible light. But Hybrid Perpetual… that's what she'd just done. She called Laurien a friend, in the sense of "person I have chosen to care about."
Why had she done that?
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mirrored-passeridae · 4 years
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You can still hear me, can’t you.
Stop.
Never. Not until I have you back.
If My Lord finds out we’re talking again...
he won’t. 
I can’t hear you when He’s around.
Maybe that’s safer for you.
I should tell them what your friend did.
But you won’t.
No. Not yet. I don’t know why.
I do.
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