What Sounds One Hears ( Part 1 / Part 2 )Local War Criminal Achilles Meets The Furies. The Furies Do

what sounds one hears ( part 1 / part 2 ) “Local war criminal Achilles meets the Furies.  The Furies do their job.”

This is my piece for @LifebloodHades, an absolutely incredible project I’m very proud to have been a part of!!

Rosanna Warren, from Go Forth: Poems; "The Crux"

[Text ID: An end will come. But in a different plot.]

#QUILLHEEL. ━━━  semi-selective, very sporadic activity, multi-fandom multimuse, as felt by captain.

main blog! ;; hosts muses from a wide array of fandoms, including some more obscure faves. not spoiler free! ;; contains dark themes, such as horror, violence, mental illness & trauma. ;; a lesson in the human condition, violence / compassion, grief, love, and memory.

note ;; I am almost constantly busy with school/job searching these days, and do not always have the energy to write or respond to people! I apologize, but it’s just the brass tacks ‘round here!​ thank you very much for hanging out if you do despite this! :]

RULES. ━ MUN. ━ MUSE ROSTER. ━ INTEREST CHECKER. ━  PROMO. 

DYNAMIC TAGS CALL.  ━  INBOX CALL.  ━  PLOTTING CALL.  ━  SHIPPING CALL. ━  TAGS MASTERPOST. ( all blogs )

TEMP MUSELIST & BLOGLIST.

ARCANE. viktor

BLOODBORNE. alfredius

BLOODBORNE. eileen the crow

BLOODBORNE. the doll

CATS 1998. munkustrap

COOKING COMPANIONS. karin

DC. robin

DELTARUNE. kris dreemurr

DELTARUNE. noelle

DELTARUNE. ralsei

DISCO ELYSIUM. harrier du bois

DISCO ELYSIUM. jean vicquemare

DISCO ELYSIUM. klaasje amandou/ katarzine alasije

DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB. monika

DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB. natsuki

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS. ennard

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS. montgomery gator

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS. springtrap & spring bonnie

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS. the mangle

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS. the marionette

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS. toy bonnie

HADES. achilles

HADES. dionysus

HADES. hermes

HADES. hypnos

HADES. thanatos

HADES. theseus

HADES. zagreus

HOLLOW KNIGHT. hornet

HOLLOW KNIGHT. the godseeker

HOTLINE MIAMI. biker

IB. ib

IB. mary

INKHEART. dustfinger

IN STARS AND TIME. loop

I WAS A TEENAGE EXOCOLONIST. ‘cal’ recalcitrance

I WAS A TEENAGE EXOCOLONIST. ‘dys’ dysthymia

I WAS A TEENAGE EXOCOLONIST. ‘kom’ kombucha

JUJUTSU KAISEN. megumi fushiguro

LEGEND OF ZELDA: BOTW. revali

LEGEND OF ZELDA: BOTW. the hero of the wild

LEGEND OF ZELDA: BOTW. zelda

LEGEND OF ZELDA: WW. the hero of the wind

LITTLE NIGHTMARES. the hunter

PERSONA 3. akihiko sanada

PERSONA 3. ken amada

PERSONA 3. makoto yuki

PERSONA 3. shinjiro aragaki

PERSONA 3. shuji ikutsuki

PERSONA 3. takaya sakaki

PERSONA 5. ann takamaki

PERSONA 5. goro akechi

PERSONA 5. ryuji sakamoto

PERSONA 5. yusuke kitagawa

PERSONA 5 TACTICA. erina

PERSONA 5 TACTICA. toshiro kasukabe

POKEMON: BLACK 2. cheren

POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS. irida

POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS. melli

POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS. volo

PORTAL. chell

RAINWORLD. five pebbles

RAINWORLD. little hunter

RAINWORLD. rivulet

RAINWORLD. saint

RESIDENT EVIL. karl heisenberg

SCREAM & DEAD BY DAYLIGHT. ghostface

SPLATOON. captain/agent 3

SPLATOON. warabi

STARDEW VALLEY. the wizard

THE LONG WALK. pete mcvries

THE LONG WALK. stebbins

UNDERTALE. chara

UNDERTALE. frisk

UNDERTALE. wd gaster

WELCOME HOME. eddie dear

WELCOME HOME. wally darling

SLOWER ACTIVITY — this is basically just where i put all the muses who i don’t tend to use as much, mostly just out of low muse or minimal demand

BLOODBORNE. queen annalise

COOKIE RUN. adventurer cookie

COOKING COMPANIONS. anatoly

DELTARUNE. jevil

DELTARUNE. rouxls kaard

DISCO ELYSIUM. kim kitsuragi

DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB. yuri

ENA. ena

FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN. senpai

HADES. aphrodite

HADES. ares

HADES. artemis

HADES. megaera

HOLLOW KNIGHT. the pale lady

HOTLINE MIAMI. jacket

IN STARS AND TIME. isabeau

IN STARS AND TIME. the king

I WAS A TEENAGE EXOCOLONIST. ‘sym’ symbiosis

I WAS A TEENAGE EXOCOLONIST. ‘tang’ tangent

JUJUTSU KAISEN. sukuna

LEGEND OF ZELDA. dark link

LEGEND OF ZELDA. fado

LEGEND OF ZELDA. ganondorf

LEGEND OF ZELDA. goddess hylia

MCU. loki laufeyson

POKEMON. emmet

POKEMON. guzma

POKEMON LEGENDS ARCEUS. adaman

SACRITICE. evren

SPLATOON. shiver

THE LONG WALK. gary barkovitch

UNDERTALE. asgore dreemurr

UNDERTALE. asriel dreemurr & flowey

UNDERTALE. toriel dreemurr

YUME NIKKI. madotsuki.

REQUEST ONLY — these muses are difficult for me or just low muse, so must be requested via DM, ask or interest checker if wanted for the most part.

ARCANE. mylo

ANDYS APPLE FARM. andy the apple

DC. the riddler

ESCAPE THE NIGHT. joey

IN STARS AND TIME. siffrin

IN STARS AND TIME. odile

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS. malhare

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS. vanny

LEGEND OF ZELDA: MM. skullkid

LEGEND OF ZELDA. goddesses din, nayru & faroe

LITTLE NIGHTMARES. mono

LITTLE NIGHTMARES. six & the lady

LITTLE NIGHTMARES. the runaway kid

PERSONA 3. hidetoshi odagiri

PERSONA 3. junpei iori

RESIDENT EVIL. ethan winters

SPIDERVERSE. miles gonzalo morales (prowler)

UNDERTALE. sans

TEST MUSES — these muses are available same as main activity muses, and i’ll be figuring them out as they’re used

DELTARUNE. spamton

HADES. orpheus

HADES. patroclus

HOWLS MOVING CASTLE. sophie hatter

JUJUTSU KAISEN. satoru gojo

JUJUTSU KAISEN. itadori yuji

JUJUTSU KAISEN. nanami kento

IN STARS AND TIME. mirabelle

PERSONA 3. kazushi miyamoto

PERSONA 5. tae takemi

PORTAL. doug rattmann

BLOG LIST.

past blogs ― ironfever, relicsunk, havensen, waxrot, sightted.

@cassiopiia​​ ― fandomless OCs multimuse. wip.

@daymiire ― OMORI game multimuse.

@anemiic  ― OFF game multimuse. wip.

@herofound ― THE LEGEND OF ZELDA ; link. non-canon & headcanon based. wip.

@aftontxt ― FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYS ; michael afton. headcanon based & somewhat canon divergent.

@quillheel ― multi-fandom multimuse. main blog. ITS LIKELY THAT I FOLLOWED YOU FOR THIS BLOG SPECIFICALLY!​

great game 11/10 please play if you have the chance

They remember that ; that sentiment shed onto them, of tomorrows, of other days ; from a time that no longer exists, and perhaps never did.

They know, in a way they cannot think, but know anyhow that this is not true. That, in some caliber, tomorrows do not exist in the facet of survival, of unending peril, of the way she continues to return, of the way she will not stop keep coming back. They know this, that it doesn’t matter, as much as they know that the words, the phrase, is from something that cannot exist and never has. This does not stop the way it lodges into their mind like a leech, or a tick, or something under the skin. The mind they do not have, the mind they do now. 

These instances, where it is them and not him, are rare, and few, and uncomfortably quiet. This existence is one out of fried circuitry left to rot as decay settles into their metal bones the way marrow is not hollow but theirs are ━ concave, full of something, all nonexistent nerve. Their body threatens, always, to give out beneath them both, and these threats are not empty so much as they are desperately held back. Joints barely in repair, their mind clogged with two consciousnesses and a head full of bones, a head full of meat, a head full of tomorrow, and quiet, and discomfort, and senselessness. 

They, for a digital thing, should not be distinguishable from him at all, in a specific, clear-cut way that is stark against the erosion of holes through material that make up their clogged casing ━ like a single bright light. ━ that, even in a world where ghosts are real and they love you and they miss you and they hate you and they’re sorry, they should not be able to think, to feel the crackle of circuitry, to know this. ━━━ the iron maiden should not know, and yet,

━ and yet. the question prompts silence in the nervous way you’ve asked it, stretching, unbreathing, uncomfortable. To men, it would be the damning silence of a fools inquiry, knowing better, mocking in the indirect way that it is beneath them to even answer, but to Bonnie : an olive, husked thing : this is not the same. 

“ Bright. Loud. Tomorrow is━━ “ their voice-box crackles with wires too astonished in their own blinding, brief functionality that they give out underneath their own weight just after. Four words, for a thing like them with nothing to say except everything and nothing to do it with except bleed to try, is still too much. Their voice-box fills the room in a brief, frightening static that fills the building before it stops just as suddenly, and the tape starts again ━ recording over something that does not exist, something from nothing, something from nothing at all

" ... They liked it there, " a small admittance in a small voice in a much too big body, like they, in a distant way, were afraid that if they spoke too loud he'd wake up, and pry their voice from them. A child hiding a secret. They were never a child to begin with. " in the lights, with us, back then. They liked the music. The walls were white, confetti covered the floors, floors the same color as my bowtie, my bowtie the━ "

the stopping is a choice. the stopping is one they must make. they cannot tell her everything without risking falling back into a past they understand the ending of. They cannot tell her everything without risking losing themselves entire. Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Sleep a little longer.

" ... We'd play songs, mostly. " they should not sound breathless. They do anyway. " I told stories, he always sang... When someone had a birthday there, there was a deal they always had. A free cupcake. Store bought. I remember that. "

so many small things, in the face of, in the spite of something so large. they remember the way the boys head cracked, and the confetti washed away in the blood, and the purple turned pink, then black. They hope they remember it forever. No one else will have to, then. Only them. Only them. That would be nice, and good, and quiet, when it's over. Only them. Only them.

" ... I don't know what you want from me. " they admit this not as a bid of silence, but unable to convey the lengths of which memory used to go, of which that place meant " So much. And so, so little. I don't know what you want more. "

" I don't know, myself, either. "

@quillheel​ sent ;;

tomorrow  is  another  day  . / fr0m Spring B0nnie! / quiIIheeI

[ fnaf prompts. | accepting. ]

   A heavy sigh is what leaves her; slumping further into her chair as she lets out a quiet laugh as she listens. She is tired, she hasn’t slept; plagued by her nightmares and the looming sense of pressure on her shoulders ( she put that there herself, in all honesty ). She pushes herself up, leaning back as she glances to the rabbit, hands reaching around herself to lock her own body into a self-hug, a cheeky little smile popping on her face as she gave a small hum of agreement– the other was right, after all, tomorrow will always be far more different, she just hopes that she can last for it. Her feet kick the air a bit idly as she sticks where she is for the moment, brain whirling to life in order to answer.

   ❝ Every day’s different from the last, considering. ❞ She states, tilting her head for a moment, ❝ Though, they do tend to blur together when you’re just trying to survive, if that makes sense. ❞ Another laugh, and Nova pauses to think of a question, ❝ …Hey, Bon. ❞ Her eyes focus on the other, and Nova gave a small smile, something a little nervous, as though what she wanted to ask might be a bit… strange, but if she does not ask now; she may not never know ( and as silly as it was, not knowing was the only thing killing her from the inside ).

   ❝ You… you don’t have to answer, but what was it like? ❞ She starts, ❝ Um, back then, ‘course, in the… the diner. ❞ Her hand raises, scratching the side of her neck as she looked down, ❝ My parents were real young when they were there, so they don’t really remember much of it… but I guess I kinda wanted to know. And… you’re, like, basically my best source of information. ❞

   ❝ Does… that make sense? ❞

[-284] i’m gonna get what i want