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Working on a new multi— @ruinsought!

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I was fully intending to do atleast a bit of writing this week but as it stands, I have a chest infection which is really knocking me about and making me feel super shit so I probably will not be here after all. So sorry for the super slow replies.

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So sorry for the slowness here. . . I am thinking all blogs will be on a semi-hiatus of sorts? More a low activity notice really!!! I still have a ton of muse and interest in this blog, I am just super wiped because life is busy ❤️

I am tempted to move Bryn's more niche portrayals (acotar and fw) onto a separate blog to make things easier to keep track of and also to try to make it more appealing I suppose?

I am also intending to re-make my multi because my current blog is very cramped and I need a change. Once I come up with an URL I am happy with, I will be planning to commission some graphics for it because I REALLY lack time. So if you have suggestions pls gimme a shout. It's unlikely the muses on the blog will change but I will be re-vamping my carrd so again, if y'all have any suggestions suitable for multi's then pls lemme know.

In the meantime, I will be writing on discord a touch more frequently. If we are currently interacting and you would like to move the thread, let me know.

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IT'S BEGINNING TO FEEL A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS 🎄🎁🎉 Like this for a short Christmasy starter! These do not have to be replied to but I do ask they are acknowledged in some way, i.e. a like or comment on the post. These will be done slowly over the next few weeks!

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𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖘𝖆𝖜 𝖆 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖚𝖕 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆, HAVING SEVEN HEADS AND TEN HORNS, AND UPON HER HORNS TEN CROWNS, AND UPON HER HEADS THE NAME OF BLASPHEMY. ⸻ 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒙𝒊𝒊𝒊 : 𝒊

⸸ a private portrayal of nausicaä thorn of the omen franchise. selfishly twisting canon ⅋ harbingering a blasphemously wildcrafted original witchbitch muse. cast in an original setting ⅋ narrative, feat. supernatural + horror themes. highly selective ⅋ plot driven. Initiated ⅋ honed circa 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹, beguiled by 𝖉𝖔𝖛𝖊. She / her, 21+

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My Spotify is tryna make me cry??? Imagine giving me my tears ricochet and Marjorie in the same day???? SPOTIFY WHAT R U DOING.

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Eyes narrow into a vicious glare, teeth bearing as he swears. " at least he told me the truth. " She bites out, her anger a front for the whirlwind of emotions bubbling under the surface. She's hurt and confused and completely devastated. To find out your entire life is a lie is one thing, but to find out a millennium later is another entirely. Her anger morphs into something else as he all but confirms it, face crumpling. For a long moment all she can do is stare blankly forward before she forces her features into a mask of composure.

She swallows, blinking as though coming out of a trance at her brother's words and she glances around, realising she is in fact at the compound and their encounter is very public for anybody to see. The thought makes her uneasy but the question biting at her tongue is impossible to hold back. " do they know? " Her first question. Somehow she keeps her voice from cracking further as she glances around, gaze flickering to the door of the property in front of them— their home.

Eyes flicker closed and she inhales sharply, repeating the motion several times until she's sure she can keep herself composed long enough to get what she needs. She shakes her head slowly, swallowing down the lump in her throat. Blue-grey hues are dull as she opens them again, barely even able to glance at him. " Not here. " She agrees, before hesitating. She's not sure where. ( Not sure if she really wants to do this. ) Not sure she wants answers. Not sure what to do next, how to act. Not sure what to ask.

Bryn exhales shakily, feet moving of their own accord. She's not really sure she knows where she's going, just that she needs to walk, to move, because the longer she stands there, the more she feels her world fall apart. Moving helps, it helps to distract her, to ease the knot that's nestled into her chest. The movement allows her to breathe, even if she doesn't know where she's going. She's not going to admit that to him though, continues silently and without thought, one foot in front of the other.

All hope of this being about something else, anything else, was destroyed when she mentioned Mikael's name. His fear still has him in a choke hold, but it receives company from pure hatred and rage. That bastard's tongue should be ripped straight from his throat. "That son of a.." His jaw clenches shut and he has to swallow the tirade of curse words threatening to spill from his lips. Finn could not focus on it. There was no time. Mikaels alarming return was the least of his worries, as mad as that sounded. His only concern was her, somehow leading her through this. If he stood a chance at all. "I want to." His voice fails him and cracks. To him blood ties were as relevant as a what he ate for breakfast three months ago. Not relevant at all. She was his sister without a shadow of a doubt. And yet.. What he wouldn't give to transport them to a parallel universe where they were related. Just so he could tell her what she so badly wanted to hear.

"I can't." He hates the way the revelation hangs in the air between them. Driving a wedge. "I promise I'll tell you anything you want to know." He glances around at their surroundings. "But we're at the compound. I saw Niklaus leave not ten minutes ago. Are you sure you want to do this here?" Perhaps in this moment she didn't care where she was. If she wanted to stay he would oblige, but he worried she would come to regret it later.

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Barbara Palvin was my first face claim for Bryn and the person I base every face off I use instead of her (because she's not answering actress so it's hard to use her) but I need you all to know I am 11/10 obsessed with this, no notes. This is 1000% Bryn core.

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#ALYAFAE : an independent & selective multifandom multimuse. this blog primarily features middle-aged female characters with a handful of male muses. 18+/triggering content may be present but is not a main focus. crossovers and alternate universes are highly welcome. this blog is primarily queue based, with some exceptions.

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A very vague thing I'm throwing on the dash to remember to talk about but the exploration of season four and in particular The Hollow will be slightly different on this blog. I will elaborate further when my brain works but putting out the vague thing so I don't forget!

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Okay, I got the angst out, I killed Myka, killed my feels, got immense satisfaction out of it and now I am done. Will try to get to things post-con on my 3-hour journey home tomorrow. Lurking in the background for tonight.

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Her  conversation  with  Mikael  had  left  a  pit  in  her  stomach.  She  had  latched  onto  the  hope  that  he  was  simply  playing  games,  trying  to  break  them  apart,  to  fracture  what  was  left  of  her  relationship  with  her  siblings.  She  hadn't  believed  him  at  first,  had  brushed  it  off  as  more  lies,  but  when  he'd  insisted  she  look  into  it  .  Why  would  he  lie  if  he  could  so  easily  be  found  out?

So  Bryn  had  done  as  he'd  said.  It  was  Vincent  she'd  turned  to,  the  only  witch  she  remotely  trusted  to  keep  what  he  knew  to  himself,  if  only  for  fear  of  what  she'd  do  if  the  news  spread.  She  wasn't  above  displays  of  violence  where  necessary  and  she'd  made  it  perfectly  clear  the  kind  of  travesty  she  would  cause  if  even  a  whisper  of  their  conversation  reached  her.  He'd  done  some  kind  of  spell,  using  hair  from  Rebekah's  brush.  A  lineage  spell  of  some  description,  he'd  explained  it  to  her  but  she  hadn't  been  listening,  to  stuck  in  her  own  head  to  do  anything  but  control  her  breathing,  to  keep  from  spiralling  down  into  the  pit  in  her  mind  she  kept  locked  away.  For  good  reason.

The  spell  had  confirmed  what  Mikael  had  told  her  and  the  air  leaves  her  lungs.  She  doesn't  hear  anything  Vincent  says  after  that.  Doesn't  hear  the  hustle  and  bustle  of  New  Orleans,  only  the  buzzing  of  thoughts  in  her  head  she  tries  to  keep  under  control.  The  pit  in  her  stomach  deepens.  She  feels  sick  to  her  stomach.  Had  her  whole  life  been  a  lie?  Had  they  lied  to  her  for  a  millennium?  Is  that  why  she'd  never  truly  felt  like  one  of  them?  Why  she'd  never  been  a  part  of  always  and  forever?  Why  nobody  had  tried  to  drag  her  back  when  she  left?  They  simply  didn't  care  enough.

The  first  person  she  turns  to  is  Finn,  and  all  she  feels  is  fear.  Has  the  one  person  she  trusts  been  lying  to  her  all  this  time?  She  steels  herself  as  she  rounds  on  him.  Doesn't  bother  trying  to  hide  her  grief  stricken  features,  isn't  even  aware  her  perfectly  placed  mask  had  slipped.  As  he  steps  closer,  Bryn  freezes,  taking  a  step  backward,  putting  distance  between  them.  All  she  feels  is  rage.

"  I  don't  know  Finn.  "  She  all  but  snarls.  "  Is  there  anything  you'd  like  to  tell  me?  Anything  you've  been  keeping  a  secret  for  the  last  millennia  perhaps?  "  She's  giving  him  a  chance  to  come  clean  now,  even  if  she  doesn't  want  to.  She  desperately  wants  him  to  be  confused,  to  tell  her  it's  all  a  lie,  some  sick  joke  Mikael  had  orchestrated  from  start  to  finish.  "  I  saw  our  father.  "  She  manages  to  choke  out.  Her  bottom  lip  trembles  and  she  stares  at  her  brother  with  glassy  hues.  "  He  had  some.  .  .  Interesting  news  to  share.  "  She  loses  the  anger  momentarily,  gaze  pleading.  "  tell  me  it's  not  true.  "

@obl1tus sent “did you know about it?”

This wasn't about the last of the bourbon he drank this afternoon. Because, yes, he was quite aware he drank the last of it. No this was serious, something was wrong, he could tell from her tone of voice. But she could not know about that, right? Who would have given her such information, if not him? He'd been broken up about not telling her for ages. The intention always there, but the timing? Her life was made up out of tragedies, he didn't want to be the one shattering her life to pieces all over again. There is something ominous about the start of this conversation, a sense of bad things up ahead.

There is an uncertainty in his gaze, his entire posture, that he cannot fully disguise. The moment would always come, he knew it like no other. He just hoped it wasn't now. That he could be the one to tell her properly on another day, frightened as he was of what the news might do to her. Cause her to spiral and perhaps disappear from their lives. He carefully takes a couple of steps towards her.

"Bryn.. You look upset. Did I know about what?" He didn't want to lose her again, but more importantly he did not want to cause her pain. Did he really have a choice here though? If she suspected something, there was only one way forward.

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this is perhaps a random question but i have been thinking about it for a bit now: would hope lehane and bryn mikaelson get along with each other or would they clash instantly and horribly? ;P

Oh. Oh. Oh, boy. They would absolutely clash instantly and horribly because they are both very alike and very different at the same time. I think that Hope would take an instant dislike to Bryn because she'd deem her 'snobbish' and a hypocrite and you know what? She's not wrong, she's got Bryn's number. However, I think Bryn would initally be amused by this, perhaps even tease her. The real problem would come in because they both are horribly impulsive and have terrible tempers. It would be a batter of wills and not a pretty one! It would be a messy, all-round problematic affair for everyone involved. Bryn tries not to resort to violence (tries being the key word) but I think Hope might just push her to it.

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I'm sooo tired but y'all are really feeding me. Yesterday and today is really just y'all replying to my favorite threads all at once and I'm like *TEREDACTLY SCREECHES* , *GRABBY HANDS* but boy am I wiped out from the con. It's not fair. I wanna write.

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Comic Con ready 🥰

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Hurting the bestie with angst while I'm on the train 🥰

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I warned y'all an identity crisis in a 1000+ year old vampire wouldn't be pretty. . . And Myka chose VIOLENCE!! Y'all were warned. That's all I'm saying. I will not be held responsible for the original temper tantrum that may grace your dash in the next few weeks. 🤣