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Blog is archived. Moving to @exploratorymuses for anyone still interested

#clay is in the kiln // ooc

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Red Ring 2/?

Pt 1 | Pt 3

#muse://I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend//elijah #// this is so fcking cool fbxjschshsj

[creatorofclay]

I need to take as many pictures of him as possible next time I play dbh

for science ofc

#muse://I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend//elijah

[creatorofclay]

#muse://I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend//elijah

[creatorofclay]

Hello! I am returning with a small update for this blog! After some careful deliberation, I have decided to break off all of my non canon verses and throw them onto a new blog. This blog will be strictly canon only, when I return to it. Verses I will be deleting from here are the alt main, main vampire, killer, singer, and god. Crossovers will still be here since they apply. And all other canon based verses will be here.

New OC blog for Elijah here!! @godccmplex

#tbd #ooc://clay is in the kiln

[creatorofclay]

// I haven't really been here anyway, but I think it's only fair to just officially say something. I'm putting Elijah on hiatus for the time being until I feel like I can come back.

I have asks still in my inbox I want to write at some point, but other than that it'll just be whatever I feel up for. Sorry for any inconveniences.

#update #ooc://clay is in the kiln

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prev. / @creation-is-chaos​​ 

Elijah attempted to push himself to his feet, but trying to stand on his injured foot just knocked him back down. All the while, Corvus’ words just echoed in his mind. Oh yes, he remembered those lines. It was once that he praised his dear friend for his craft, the way he weaved such powerful poetry so easily. As easy as he breathed. Elijah had been the same with his machines, talent comes so easy to those who are gifted. 

But, those memories are tainted. There is no longer any innocence to them when it was not too long after that they parted. Forever changed all because Elijah let his temper boil over once just too far. It was never meant to be directed at Corvus, not when the anger was placed solely on himself. But, it didn’t matter. It was well over a decade too late. 

There was a humorless laugh that escaped Elijah as he leaned back on his elbow, staring up at the other, “ Ah, always the perfect choice of words... Yours was a talent unmatched in that, “ he pushed himself up again, this time settling on his knees before Corvus, “ I imagine it takes a different meaning for you now, doesn’t it? Curious... How many lines do you attribute to me now? Gone, but never far, am I? “

The laugh bubbled up in his chest again. The irony in it was far too funny to let pass. Corvus was never far from Elijahs mind, try as he did to drive him out. He could only imagine how close he must be to his former friends’, the one who claimed them to be closer than brothers. Even then with the laughs still threatening to emerge completely, the area around them was completely silent. No birds even dared to chirp and the breeze didn’t even whistle. So many years did Elijah spend hearing Corvus’ voice scolding him, telling him he was nothing, but nothing compared to the power of the real thing. He silenced Elijah’s mind with even a single word and he didn’t even realize it.

“ My creation... of chaos... “ Elijah leaned forward, taking hold of Corvus’ arm to pull himself to his feet-- foot, rather, as he had to balance on one, but kept a tight grip on his old friend’s sleeve, “ You say that as if... it is a burden. It is a gift, Corvus DeVille. Look... At all that you have become. All that you attribute to me, “ he shook his head slowly, “ I would not see you fall. No. You were the willow tree, and I am the man broken at the bottom. “

Elijah shifted on his foot, the other lifted from the ground, and gripped the front of Corvus’ jacket, shaking him just slightly, “ You... have tormented me for years. Told me how useless I am, how pathetic. Do you think it now? Well?! “ he raised his voice, shaking him more violently, “ Because I will show you! I was -- I AM worthy of all you have. All you are. You think me so pathetic, then what are you waiting for?! Do enjoy to see me suffer?! “

The words were not Corvus’, but to Elijah they always came from his mouth. And why wouldn’t they? He looked at him now with those same eyes, that same fierce hatred. It was simply how it was meant to be, to end. Together, as they always were.

#ic://the trickster god//elijah #c://killer!elijah #v://i’ll see you on the other side of the war//alt killer au #corvus://might I have your company in hell to torture with my bitter tongue?//creationischaos

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@rxseguided​

“Because I missed you. A lot.. I have been in prison. Sort of.” 

“ And I have missed you, but, I knew not to worry because you always return to me, “ he smiles, placing his hands at her waist.

#ic://the trickster god//elijah #jesse://always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much//rxseguided

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He just sighs, " Why? What have I done this time? "

@creatorofclay​ cont.

“I’m upset with you, sir.” 

#ic://the trickster god//elijah #jesse://always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much//rxseguided

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Jesse glares at him.

Elijah just stares at her, " ...Yes? "

#// answered asks #ic://the trickster god//elijah #jesse://always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much//rxseguided

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026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon - alt killer au

VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS

It was just a normal day, nothing dreary or spectacular about it. But the tension? That was palpable. Such was the case whenever the two opposing forces we're sharing a space, no matter how open. It was a planned meeting, something they had agreed on. All of it was leading to this, leading to a confrontation between men who couldn't bare to even look upon each other anymore.

But, it was so much more than that. It wasn't that they hated each other. They loved each other once, as much as two friends could. Corvus had called them soulmates platonically, the most he had ever opened up about what he felt for Elijah. And yet... Elijah had pulled back. Rejected the notion until he cut him off entirely one day. He didn't know why he did it and it only took his days to regret the choice, but there was no turning back. Once he broke Corvus' trust, there was no way he would ever get it back. So, they decidedly made each other's lives hell instead.

Which brought them to today. Armed as they always were, Corvus with his sword still hidden in his cane and Elijah with his knife. It was a short tense discussion that ended in furious words, the ever patient genius even lashing out in a fury of insults. He slipped up, slipped out of his mind, and acted simply on instinct.

When Elijah shoved Corvus down, he felt a tiny rush of power when the man fell to the ground. A high that blinded him to the action as the blade of Corvus sword was swiftly drawn from it's sheath and swung to his ankle. He let out a cry of pain before collapsing to the ground beside him. The blood was gushing from his sock, from under his pantleg, but he couldn't focus on it.

" You can knock me down all you want, " Elijah hissed in his direction, " Nothing will stop me. "

Threats, that was all he could fight back with. The truth was that he didn't want to fight Corvus. He wanted to be punished, tormented for all he had done. He couldn't live with what he had said to Corvus all those years ago. No, it had to be like this. But, he was just stubborn enough to go down fighting.

#// answered asks #ic://the trickster god//elijah #c://killer!elijah #v://i’ll see you on the other side of the war//alt killer au #corvus://might I have your company in hell to torture with my bitter tongue?//creationischaos #blood tw

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// On an RP related note, hello everyone, I plan to do a sort of soft reboot here, something to get the juices flowing back for Elijah. Stay tuned, there'll be a post for that once I actually write it......

#tbd #ooc://clay is in the kiln #For now.... I sleep uwu

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Is it ok if I DM you? I'm a biiit too shy to publicly come off of anon but you're completely right, I do need to take initiative

// my dms are always open. Please don't worry if I don't answer right away, I promise I'll get to you as soon as I can! I'm likely just somewhere else or just busy! But I will absolutely respond

#// answered asks #ooc://clay is in the kiln #This goes for everyone #Don't be afraid. Im really very squishy i swear

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I'd actually love to rp with you, I'm just shy and worried you wouldn't be interested so I've settled for following. Your writings great though!😅

// Anon, while I appreciate your honesty, you can't know until you actually try! I'm pretty open minded, even though I can be a bit busy or not really here as much. Work keeps me busy and exhausted, but that doesn't mean I don't want anything.

Also, you should be cautious because while I don't mind people following just to follow, there aren't many others who think the same. People expect interaction when you follow, and this goes for everyone. If you follow an RP blog, they will assume it's because you don't want to write with them. It's not THEIR responsibility to reach out to you first. You followed, so you need to take the initiative. Too many times do I see people discouraged before they get new follows who just sit there or ghost them.

I'm not saying this about you, anon, it's just some friendly advice and a word of warning. You can't know how someone will react until you actually try to reach out.

That all being said, I appreciate that you like my writing uwu and I do hope you enjoy everything else. And have a lovely day ❤️❤️

#// answered asks #ooc://clay is in the kiln #psa #okay to reblog

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If it seems I only rp with a few people & nobody else, it’s because they are the most frequent and loyal partners. The difference between them and you, is that they engage with me and our muses, and are equally invested in our verses and ships as I am with theirs. It has nothing to do with “elitism” or me being “a scary rp partner in a clique.” If you are a chill mun, our muses mesh, and you’re bold enough to respond back to me when I write with you or send you stuff, you’re in. Much of the rpc seems to think only rp’ing with 2-4 people makes you scum or some kind of snob, but I assure you, I rp with who is willing to talk to me and stick with my muses. If you’re busy sitting on your side of the computer screen, coming up with fake scenarios in your head that I’m some kind of scary beast that will eat you alive for daring to send me a meme or ask for a plot– you’re doing yourself a disservice. I rp with people that engage and want to be a part of things. It’s that easy!!!!

#// psa #// psa. #// I am as soft and squishy as they come around here #// Things just aren't the same as they used to be and there's so few people left to write with #// It's no pressure on anyone. trust me. i get it

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* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

#ask memes #// I'll answer any i get as i go #// Send whatever you'd like uwu

[creatorofclay]

“ The bad guys don’t always get punished                            and the good guys are not necessarily pure. ”

IND.NON-SELECTIVE.ELIJAH KAMSKI                     canon and non canon verses available

#// self promo #// promo. #dbh rp #detroit become human rp #Detroit become human roleplay #dbh rpc