Little Thistle (and Abaddon)

✽ despite everything, it's still you.

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Info on Abaddon
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(Info on Thistle, rp rules + writer)

Info post!
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the vessel had autism so possessing the vessel gave Abaddon autism. Autism beam!!!!! (i’m autistic too)

Muse Info:
A demon possessing the body of a 9-year-old pilgrim child. Their souls have merged, meaning Abaddon is now a child mentally as well as physically. He is fully immortal, but essentially powerless other than being able to cast small curses (which he rarely does).

two girls are playing a game of connect four while eating cereal ALT: two girls are playing a game of connect four while eating cereal

”I killed a prophet once. Ripped his head straight off. Ended the religion then and there.”
ABADDON — HAUNTED HOTEL
#MVRP #hauntedhotelrp

//perhaps I could just make this a multimuse account with thistle and abaddon so I don’t have to make a 4th one hmm

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Thistle tensed a little when Jawhara patted him on the head, relaxing upon realising it was simply a headpat, and smiled at him.

“Thank you!” he took the plate and sat down at the table with it, swinging his legs, “Are you going to come and eat, too?”

Eating is fun when you get to have it together

because no one laughed.”

“We are prepared for monster attacks, obviously, that’s why we had guards that destroyed all of those skeletons and exorcists to get rid of them when they come back. It‘s just unnecessary to cause such a mess for a joke that isn’t even funny! Clearly you’re terrible at pranks and jokes +

“Ha! Ghosts are real. There’s some at the graveyard at the moment so no one is allowed to visit it until the exorcists get rid of them. I could show you.“

“Hm. Is it because people try to use you for things?”

“Oh. I thought those were the same thing.”

“All the undead here try to eat you or kill you! They usually want to steal your body, which kills you and turns you into one of them in the process! Curses are dangerous, too. That’s why people are afraid of elves who know magic! Skeletons are still dangerous.”

How was I supposed to know you weren’t trying to kill us when you were going around creating weapons to kill us with?”

He narrowed his eyes, squinting at the blanket. It was true; he could not sense any magic woven into it. The little elf scowled.

“You shouldn’t shove souls into corpses for a ’little scare’. Undead /kill/ people, you idiot! They eat people alive! +

“Oh. So you are essentially lots of jealous ghosts mixed together? Do they all scream in your head?”

“A homunculus? Like a fairy? They must have used a /lot/ of bodily fluids to make you. And envy. How did they do that? Did they cast a spell while thinking of all the things they’re jealous about? I guess shooting and stabbing is not as bad as mauling.”

His ears flicked.
“I have never heard of that before. How can you be a manifested emotion? Are you like a spirit? How can you eat souls? I suppose if you’re spirit then maybe you exist on the same plane of reality so you can eat them… A zombie definitely would have bitten me by now.”

“I wonder what kind of test subject you’ll be”

“Oh. Do you not like talking to people?”

“Because they can /eat/ me! Your name is just your worst quality. It’s just sad.”

he looked up to see the necromancer that had plagued the city with undead!

He recoiled, scrambling away.

“Don’t touch me with your evil dark magic!!”

@mujuraofchaos.bsky.social
The little elf had zoned out while sat on a bench outside with his fife. He’d been playing it, but had stopped at some point, and was now shivering in the autumn breeze, spaced out.

He snapped out of it as a fabric was wrapped around him, only to jolt in horror as +

//wrap up the little elf child aww

“What is so nice about that dark corner, anyway?”