✫ ┆ ❛  @mightyzeta​.

     Patiently waiting for pedestrian signals, when one was an all-powerful celestial being, felt similar to what she’d imagine sitting at a kindergartner's desk as she took a quiz about the shapes of clouds proctored entirely by a circus clown riding a unicycle would feel like: infantilizing, but pretty funny to consider. So, she waited, reusable shopping bag weighing on her shoulder as she gave a soft huff and glanced up at Rex from her phone with a grin.

        ❝ We should go pick up a box of eclairs for later —— between that and the white cheddar popcorn, we'd have an excellent selection of binge watching rations. That place we like to grab crepes from has a special going on. ❞

✫ ┆ ❛  porcelain gloriosa.

        ❝ Rarely do individuals see themselves the way strangers do, ❞ she began, pulling herself from her aging stock-cart to make her way behind the counter. ❝ This is an occult shop, or a  ❛ witchery. ❜  We mainly sell magic supplies, but we have a few fortune telling services as well. ❞

        ❝ And, why yes, they are! Once a week I like to waft the smell of baked goods into the street to trick people into coming in to buy velvet baggies of assorted quartz, ❞ she admitted with a finger pressed over her smiling lips, eye gleaming as if she had given away some miraculous secret to life itself. Maybe she had. The value of cookies could not be underestimated, and Absynthia was sure to pluck one for herself as she leaned against the glass jewelry case. By then, she'd begun moving her attentions to mull over a binder of spreadsheets that laid open next to the register, having been quick to vacate the minuscule floor space.

        ❝ Feel free to have as many as you'd like. No other curious guests have wandered in yet —— the streets are dreadfully quiet. Maybe I picked an awful location. ❞

Alluvion; A modern Earth, with a well integrated population of mythical races and fantasy aspects. The most commonly used, with an inconsistent timeline, and a varying level of visible magic in day to day life. Least sure what i want to do with this one tbh 

Tempest; A deceptively mundane Earth, plagued by eldritch horrors and devious actors. The unholy and the terrible occupy this world, hiding among the shadows as they prey on the unobservant and weak.  Someone from another universe might make note of the fact that the colors in this world are just a little more muted and washed out if they were to visit.

Undertow; A deeply overpopulated cyber/technopunk Earth. Most major cities are littered with high-rise residential buildings, desperately attempting to cram humans like sardines into the dingy, neon landscape. Corruption runs wild, and late stage capitalism has all but consumed humanity. Absynt lives in a city called Apoptos, and works as a ‘task broker.’ If you need possibly shady work, she has the connections to get you the jobs.

Aequorea; A fantasy world set in the distant past, focused on a single continent where both magi and mundane national powers negotiate and battle for the future of their resources. Heavy palace intrigue, and Absynt is often found serving kings and queens as a royal magus/witch. The main countries i've focused on developing are Alcemena ( a northern neutral country populated by healing mages from several other backgrounds and groups who fled various generations ago to a haven for doctors, midwives and hedgewitches, ) and Boros ( A fire nation, one of the pivotal powers who's ruler is chosen or blessed by a grand dragon. ) but i have something like 15ish countries named and conceptualized to fill the space till i get to them in narrative, if i ever end up rping and developing it with someone else ever again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cloudburst; An Earth that experienced The Great Flood. Violence between three major factions with varying beliefs on the cause and proper response to the flood is the norm, and most cities are either built on what's left of dry land, or on vast floating raft caravans. Some technology was maintained and salvaged, but people live simpler lives. There are also pirates. Reeeeee.

Cascade; Warring gods have brought great despair to most carbon life in the universe. There exists a complex class system of deities, with all castes and factions scrambling to find, quarantine and control Aquila's Spring: a body of pure ethereal water that's said to contain the remaining strands of their world's fate. After a great calamity caused by a single rogue concept and their celestial scissors, very few are left, and they are very precious. The spring moves locations once approximately 3475 years UTC, and it is believed to have spawned on Earth about 3 years ago during the last shift.

✫ ┆ ❛  @mightyzeta​.

     As the sun had begun to hang low in the sky —— picnic blanket beneath them crumpled and rumpled from the long lunch in the park —— there was a comfortable silence as they enjoyed their desserts. Apple pie; one slice for her, and two for him, carefully dolloped with whipped cream she'd brought in the tiniest of tubs.

     She'd steal fleeting glances at him as he ate, right up until she set her own half-finished plate to her side, staring long and hard towards the warming horizon instead.

        ❝ Rex, do you... ever feel like you're just treading water? Like you're marching forward with nowhere to go, waiting for the tide to inevitably wash you away? ❞

✫ ┆ ❛  boundless she; collapsing star.

        ❝ Falling into the dialectic is normal—— I know I certainly entertain the habit after a few months on a fresh, new little blue rock. Plus, it makes the locals more comfortable around you. ❞

        ❝ But alas, nothing of interest has changed for me. I've reached that point in my life-cycle where everything sort of stagnates, dreadful as it is. I'm sure you'd have far more interesting stories to share than I, and you're always so cute when you tell them... ❞

✫ ┆ ❛  carmine nocturne.

     An exhale of relief escaped her lips once he’d finally relented in his caution to the call of good-old self preservation. A magnificent instinct that really separated the beasts from the men. This would save them both quite a bit of time.

     Upon pushing the now overgrown pot well out of her way to the edge of the case ( Nastya was going to be furious seeing that monstrosity on the counter when she came to open the next morning, ) she reached out gingerly, palms up in wait.

        ❝ Just give me your hand, and trust in me. The stars won't steer you wrong here. ❞

✫ ┆ ❛  brusque patron.

     At first, her only reply was an all-knowing smile, cheek laid so daintily on her skyward palm as she watched him fumble about. Well, at least the bergamot oil would help with the breath he’d surely obtained while foisting tobacco stains onto her lace curtains. What a waste of a nice mouth.

        ❝ Perhaps you're right, but I like to think it depends. Maybe, in some way, each god could think differently of the little things below it. ❞

        ❝ Or, maybe they'd be endeared to humanity, the same way a child is to their prized ant colony. ❞