#[ mutual | lightcreators ]

[lunaetis]

▸▸ [ @lightcreators || battler & eden || eden starter call ]

─「エデン」─  " even when it's not your world, can you really stand by and do nothing ? " what prompted the TRAILBLAZER to pose such question to a complete stranger ? was it a certain tug from this man that made her feel like he had more within those eyes of his than what was shown on the surface ? as an INTERSTELLAR TRAVELER, they were supposed to meddle in the affairs of worlds they visited, nor alter or change their history. the only thing they were allowed to do was to seek the seed of destruction and seal it away in order to save the said planet. because the STELLARON wasn't something of their world.

                " acting as an observer, to never meddle or interfere, is easier said than done. "

[featherchan]

💞 ( hades @ kanako )

[ Soft™ Prompts Pt. 2 / @lightcreators / No Longer Accepting ]

Send 💞 for RECEIVER to wake up and find SENDER watching them adoringly.

[ P.S : Please do not turn this ask into a thread without asking first 😉 ]

In a dream, walking in a goddess's shoes, a goddess named Persephone, the young, naive goddess stumbles upon a stranger, whom she has never seen before, in her mother's domain. Slowly, she tip-toes closer and closer for further inspection, as her curiosity has overwhelmed her. Only to marvel at the beauty of the stranger, whose skin was as fair as the snow and their hair ebony as midnight. Their appearance was so lovely to the eye, more beautiful than her own looks or any of her mother's nymphs.

So captivated, the naive goddess finds herself sitting next to the lovely figure, admiring him for longer than she should. Even brushing a strand of hair from his face, a careless action that awoke the sleeping beauty.

[featherchan]

As the young goddess glanced back, a soft gasp escaped her lips when she noticed the frown on his face. The goddess of spring had never intended to hurt him in any way, nor had she anticipated that her actions would cause harm. Feeling guilty for her actions, she turned away from him and began unconsciously biting her thumbnail, a terrible habit her mother constantly nagged her to break. And remembering her mother's constant nagging only worsened the uneasiness swirling in her mind, reminding her of all the faults her mother often criticized her for.

Within her mother's garden, the lush greens, which loved her as much as her mother did, bore witness to her distress. That they felt compelled to take action and alleviate the worries of the young and naïve goddess. Letting the wind whisper through the leaves, it carries his words to her ears. His voice, calm and soothing, brought her senses back to the present. Allowing herself to inhale a deep, calming breath, she shook away the swirling thoughts that hopelessly dragged her down in her mind.

With a clear mind, the goddess felt ashamed of her behavior towards the stranger and believed she did not deserve to face him again. So instead, the spring goddess pressed her hand to the earth, and a soft light emanated from her palm, where the ground was blessed by her Cosmo energy. Soon, a small pink flower appeared before the outsider, as it echoed her voice to him.

As the pink flower echoed her small voice back to him, it spoke. "No. Your voice sounds wonderous. It carries a sweetness that even surpasses any muse's song." Only to be taken aback by what comes next after he speaks. "You? Loneliness?" The goddess paused before continuing to speak. "Your beauty is extraordinary, surpassing anything I have ever seen in this realm. It is as if the universe has gathered all forms of beauty and combined them into a single person. How could you ever feel lonely?"

Tucking her strawberry-red hair behind her ears, she couldn't help but secretly wish to be as beautiful as the other. "I would imagine people would worship you with great devotion." She spoke truthfully. "I would..." 

[ tagging | @lightcreators ]

@featherchan continue from here

“I’m sorry…” Peeling herself from her hands. Finally, intaking every sight of him, under the light of the Apollo sun. Her amethyst-colored eyes looked up at the taller figure, meeting his kind and gentle golden eyes and smile. Mesmerize. The maiden couldn’t bear to tear her eyes away from him, as he was so captivating, as if all the beauties of the Cosmo were crafted into one person. Sighing softly. As her admiration only grew for him, she felt a sting under her bosom, unaware that something had blossomed inside her heart. 

Dreamingly staring back at the outsider. Noticing as his pale pink lips began to move, it quickly brought her back to the present, to listen. Only to be flustered by him, as her face turns to a deep shade of red, again. As her pink lips turned into a pout, she concluded the man to be a ‘meanie’. There’s only so much a woman can take, as he seems to be enjoying himself. Casually teasing her while provoking her heart and emotions. Crossed at him. She stood up and looked down at him, with her arms crossed and tucked under her chest. “I do not wish to talk to you anymore….” Turning around. “Hmph!” She purposely slaps her long scarlet hair at his face, where different shades of scarlet petals flew from her hair. Landing a few on the outsider’s hair, face, and even his clothing, before she stomps off, angrily. 

With each stomping step she makes, it begins to lighten, as regret begins to set in when she realizes her blunder. Creating a distance between them. She quickly hid behind one of her mother’s elder trees. Before comically peeking her head out, from the side of it, eyeing at the stranger and recoiling back in quickly. Soon, the scarlet began to let out a mournful sigh; as the flowers in her hair began to droop. Unhappy. She leans against the big old tree, as she slides down against it before hugging her leg; where her amethyst-colored eyes stared down at the grass beneath her feet, and began playfully, twisting and turning its blades, with her fingertips.

Letting out a heavy sigh. The immature goddess has made a grave judgment. Her mother has often lectured her for being impulsive and childish. And now her bad behavior has finally gotten up to her. Ruining her only chance to make a friend. Her mother’s love and overprotective nature have caged her from the outside world, where her mother is her only company. But she wanted more; she wanted to meet new people, make more friends (who aren’t her mother) and expand her horizons. But, what did she do? She ruined her only chance to make one. Mournfully sighing. The scarlet poked her head to the side once more. Wondering, if the stranger had stayed or left. She wouldn’t hold it against him, for being cross with her, since she was terribly rude to him. 

How many times she had been passed inside that fairytale garden, far away of all possible gaze that could watch her, remaining untouched and unperceived by someone else ? Immediate apologies hadn't been something he had been expecting to receive. No harm had been done. No displeasure had been created. No ill intent had been created for had associated her gaze towards his physical presence --- especially when such existence had been quieted in middle of Hypnos realm, able to ignore for fragmented moments, consciousness to touching an lightness Spring pushing Demeter to ask for explanations … Desired rest that wanted to be found, away temporary of his constant responsabilities inside the Underground, away of the affectionate (manipulative) attention of Thanatos and Hypnos, wasn't desired within an associated consequences for such wish … Somewhere, naivity could be followed by simplest of such thoughts. No, coming from him, the God of the Underground, remaining with an unfocused gaze --- at least what the mortals thought of him --- upon humanity land, to be perceived somewhere, even for an temporary moment, most likely was an omen of something who had to happens … A sign of something to come. For too long, he had searched to find an comfort inside the lands of the Underground. For too long, he had been accoustumed to the realm of darkness, for experiencing the land of living from another perspective, that cannot be described in understanding terms. Sincerety concerning an Spring appreciation, as he was confined in an long-term Winter without possibility to find an particular fragment of bloom somewhere if he didn't counted lightness emerging from souls, will be something hard to be believed about if he confessed it. Following words had been forgotten inside the ears of the beautiful young goddness. Oh, no blame would be following down that remark. Immediate sensation he had been for once, looked closely as a jewel, as something that could be admired back, in same manner he had been watching her couple of seconds ago, had been taken in consideration. How communication was able to pass across an instant of an gaze, without words. It wasn't something he had been experiencing before … and had been inclined of hopeful sentiment in return, who seemed cursed with disappointement.

Or should had been. Questions he had been asking had been clearly listened back. However no answer would came in return, as apparently sweetness coming from gentleness of his voice generated unknown emotions inside adoring look she had adressing to him. No comments had to be exposed when her face turned red, maybe surprised how calmy an stranger can searching start an conversation, maybe too much eaten by that quiet admiration. Inside other circumstances, when Nyx brothers always found manners to expressing themselves and sharing their opinions, he would be the one remaining in his throne, looking at them with an distanced eye, hiding an kind of frustration around them. Internally, the remembrance allowing him not feeling offended in the matter. Internally, that comforting familiarity experienced otherwise simply turned fast realization she was attracted by the obscure presence he was representing, while himself imposing barriers. Understanding expression reacted to her pouting emotion, to the immediate rejection. What did he did wrong ? An sentence he didn't wanted to ask. An sentence who didn't wanted to be exploding in front of his brothers business, when he had decided remaining totally unconcerned over their casual chaos they had desired to make --- unless it touched a bit the Underground and a bit his presence that didn't have to be impacted … How could he responding to an clear sentence when delicate flower to be perceived decided to look away of the sun inscreasing sunlight for her ? If uncare was present, he would pretending to return inside the realm he had leave, and remaining unaffected. Nevertheless, single thing he had desired to do at the moment had been to help. Staring respecteful emotion simply accepted the fact, as his gaze followed her down inside her quiet disappareance inside previous experienced closeness. Instead of focusing of possible bitterness emotion that could have been came to that failed introduction --- communication wasn't his straight point inside the mortal realm, neither inside regular conversations … for had reminder of an niece in which conversations over humanity turned inside an large misunderstanding over his point of view, in which apparently his elder brother appreciated the chaotic dynamic instead to be on his side, preferring promote Athena's point of view meanwhile he remained at fault concerning some couple of details upon humanity --- delicate hands touched one of the petals who had touched him, watching it closely. Sadness betrayed his features, when the distance imposed between each other left him with silence. Visitors she didn't have received, for what he could understood of her reaction, or listened his compliment left in the wind.

Landscape he witnessed for the following seconds wasn't something he usually perceived. Inside fragmented moments between each other, simplest gaze between one another as an sound escaped their throat, he had been touching an jewel that could yet polished, without knowing amount that could be done. Inside his own conception, Spring was something who wasn't supposed to fade --- for be consequence of his realm entering inside the scene, brought up Winter. Desolation of the garden insise seconds following their exchange created discrete understanding that garden that linked to her emotions --- and possibly anything that could be touched by her hands, anything in which her emotions could react on … Bring life joyfully and remove it inside an hand of sadness … There was irony inside such power. There was familiarity emotions too, as much his gaze searched not to betray himself on that point. ❝ Is the sound of my voice unpleasant ? ❞ He dared. Loneliness was an emotion he had been accoustumed for, in which no consolation or desirable wish of ease had been requested for treatment he experienced at the moment. Mortals couldn't look their eyes on him until they were pure souls in front of his presence. Mortals wouldn't easily understanding an physical existence away of the Underground, regardless, on his concerns, he remained yet as much allowed to have one than Athena. Concerning Olympus --- pleasant entertainment in which they were engaged gave him a lot of work. Thanatos on his side complained upon humanity at every occassion, and Hypnos, closer of all souls, stayed with that condescending outlook who didn't wanted add affects --- even if that complain was far more complexed than common expressions from both. Remaining inside his position, his gaze stayed inside an silent observation. She had run away from him, and as much she regretted it, he didn't wanted imposing rudeness by reversing an mutual closeness in reverse ? Hence, when she turned her head towards his position, he offered an smile in return, too respecteful for offering immediate comfort. He wasn't even sure his previous questions did reach her --- outside emotions brought to her. ❝ I didn't want to be harsh by these questions, neither that my presence to be unpleasant for you. It seems we have a lot in common, inside our loneliness. ❞

[minediamonds]

😀 ; Do you enjoy your interactions and rp community?

😁 ; Have you made any friends since creating your blog? 

I love all of my threads, yeah. <3

I consider all of my mutuals my friends, tbh. But I want to give a special shoutout to @flownintothesun, @lightcreators, @bewitchingbaker, @the27percent, @thedoctornumber11, @freezegirl and YOU, @lunarruled . You all are lovely people OOC and also wonderful to write with. I hope you all don't mind the tags. <3

But genuinely I love every single one of my mutuals. And even those I follow who I'm not yet mutuals with lol. <3

[bloodwr4th]

⭐Mutual bingo meme

send me a ⭐ and I'll fill this out for you!

one bingo lksdhfl @lightcreators

[realmythsmoved]

What people make you happy when you see them on the dash?

OMG all of my mutuals, but I'll tag whoever I think of. Sorry if I miss people. <3

@seekesotsibteadmist, @the27percent, @escapedartgeek, @bewitchingbaker, @lovepurposed, @homebehind, @ferinehuntress, @shimmerbeasts, @jynxd, @the-expatriate, @chronicparagon, @potestmagice, @siiinfully, @okruchlodu, @eskelwolf, @lightcreators, @anthropolite honestly everyone who I'm mutuals with makes me happy when I see them on the dash. <3 I know I'm forgetting many many people. This is just off the top of my head.

[mvrtogg]

What are some of your fav blogs to rp with?

i've got a bunch i love rping with. @ashortdropandasuddenstop. @itismissswann. @lightcreators. @phoenixduelist. @lyri-the-mermaid. @tatteredxsails. @toodamnloyal. @oddlies. there's SO many more that i can't list all my mutuals on. if you don't see your url, i still love you an love writing / chatting with you. <3

[electricea]

Anonymous sent - 💖💖💖 ( Random Mutual Love - Accepting! )

@calamitysshatteredson - Even though we haven't talked much lately, I remember them from back in my previous fandom and they've always been someone very very kind and very supportive. Someone I won't hesitate to recommend.

@lightcreators - I enjoy writing with them, they put a lot of depth and detail into their replies and I'm really excited to see what comes next for us in terms of our interactions.

@moonlitsorceress - I'm definitely excited to be interacting with them a bit more, they've always seemed nothing but incredibly chill and very kind and they've got themselves a wonderful muse too.

[tiimecrash]

@lightcreators​ ( phil coulson ) sent   👼  for  a  comforting starter. [ x] 

The Professor sat across from her trusted friend, Phil Coulson for a long while. This man, he knew more about her than anyone else in this universe she stumbled into. He knew about her origin. Her species. Her true name, yet he never spoke a word to anyone about it. She had been confiding in him the whereabouts of her time machine. They had a mutual contact that was from her universe that Coulson worked with closely. She knew Coulson by another name. Another surname actually. He had a variant in her universe that she ( and their mutual contact ) trusted with important information.

Somehow, the Professor felt alone. She couldn’t explain why. It was like her time stuck in her universe’s earth all over again. It oddly felt like it did after the war on her planet -- which she survived. She missed her friends. She missed her loved ones. She missed her time machine. Guilt seemed to creep into her mind, though her reasonings for coming to this universe wasn’t truly her fault. Her time machine sent her here for a reason. It had to. 

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, glancing over to the agent. “Have you got any word on where my time machine could be? Any news about our friend? Is he going to come and help us?” her eyes glanced to her hands. Thumbs twirling and fiddling. A human trait she picked up. If their friend was going to come and help us ( or rather help her ), he seemed to be waiting for some reason. She figured if he wasn’t going to come help her anytime soon with the whole ordeal with her time machine, then he was busy with his other business. “ -- I suppose I’m just worried. It’s been a millennia since I’ve been without my old lad and stuck on earth someplace.” Old lad was what she called her time machine. It felt so strange being here without her time machine and without their friend.

[a-earthssprout]

🌼🐌 OOC. thank you to those who sent this precious little message in ( @lightcreators / @spiinsparks ) ! while I am most grateful for the thought behind it, I understand that most people nowadays don’t really like to receive chainmail—so, if you’re reading this, I am passing this sweet message to you through this post ! I really could send this to every mutual of mine 🌷

[riprachel]

What push me to the follow button? Reading the card and see the beauty and talent of it when the pinned post already showed it. Seeing you in my dash since common mutuals and be already impressed. Read ic content and be further amazed. Knowing though the game I played the character you like and perceive fresh character as your own? I literally has been so happy when follow back but shy potato I am! If you allow me I'm ready to follow you everywhere but know my support is here 🙏

the way that i sat reading and re-reading this for a good ten minutes or so because every word is just so sweet. 😭 thank you so, so much. i know we haven't interacted yet (which is completely my fault because i move at the pace of a snail 🤣) but trust me when i say i'm looking forward to interacting with you so much! i can't wait to see what kind of dynamics and plots we build together. 🫶

tell me why you follow me., ft. @lightcreators

[t-errifier]

🍒 + lightcreators

i love your blog. you write so much & so often, it impresses me to no end. i initially followed you on my oc blog because of your star wars muses & i must say that i fawn over them. you are so articulate in your characterization. it's impressive to me that you can have so many muses, yet all of them feel so different. you really have a way with handling different muses that is truly iconic. your consistency with your blog is also so commendable; we have been long time mutuals through many different blogs of mine. it's so amazing to see someone doing what they love for such a long period of time. you really just stay on top of it. writing is your gift & it shows. i am very excited to get a chance to write art with you, i think that we will have such a good time !! please keep doing what you do, because you have been so successful with it. i would hate to lose your presence on my dash.

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

[featherchan]

With one foot planted firmly on the ground in an unfamiliar dimension, outside the Underworld domains, a woman dressed in a stunning sleeveless black flowy layered dress stood. Her delicate neck was exposed in a sweetheart neckline, wearing a beautifully decorated silver necklace with a yellow diamond in the center. As she surveyed her surroundings, she was greeted by an abandoned Victorian house. The grand house has seen better days, as its exterior looks weathered and overwhelmed by the growth of weeds and vegetation. A lonely, despairing child's voice kept calling out to her from a distance, an echoing weeping cry that the woman, who was also a mother, could no longer ignore. She finds it an excellent excuse to leave Hades's domain, as it now carries only an air of bitter anger, frustration, and loneliness. And with just a wave of her hands, the weeds and vegetation moved aside quickly, like bowing subjects to the Goddess of Spring. And before she could reach the doorknob, it was opened for her by a tall, dark-skinned woman with long, pale-colored hair. "Greetings to the Queen of the Underworld…" The female stranger bowed to her. While the queen held her head high as she spoke, "You know who I am…" As she brushed aside her long, raven-colored hair, which nearly reached the ground. "Even the lowly demon knows of your presence, my beloved queen. And allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hannah and welcome to the manor of my young master. Would you like to meet him?" Curiosity twirled in her head. And the Goddess kept her guard up, innocent appearances and actions could always hold a hidden, twisted, and dangerous agenda, something she had learned so much, especially from Hades's subjects. "Yes…," she replied after much consideration, since she was already here and present in this unfamiliar domain. "Then, allow me to take you to the drawing room…."

Awaiting patiently in the drawing room, the woman rested her chin on her hand as she studied the dreary scenery from an open window. She gave up on taking another sip of the disgusting taste of tea. As it wasn't a tea that favored her taste buds, it was a tea that was typically drunk by a lower class or commoner, a tea with no taste or flavor. The dessert served to her was also a pathetic sight. Yet, she holds her tongue and anger, taking into consideration the manor's exterior and interior, especially the poorly and slightly dusty drawing room she is currently in. With her regal status, there was no malicious intent to insult her, and they desperately did their best working with what little they had. Lazily, she turned to the side where her eyes met a blonde child, whom she assumed to be the young lord of the manor. The young boy reminded her of her children when they were younger, and each one of them has grown up and become independent, living their own lives without their mother, despite her constant absence. "What is your name, child?" Her lazy and uninterested gaze returned to the dirty window, and with a wave of her hand, the weeds were replaced with beautiful and colorful flowers instead. [ Notification for @lightcreators ]

@featherchan

During  so  many  weeks,  he  had  thoughtfully  dreamed  about  been  physically  able  to  move  at  his  leisure  :  to  visiting  every  corridor  of  Phantomhive  manor  without  asking  the  Earl  permission  and  spying  over  the  servants,  watching  around  moves  of  Sebastian,  enjoying  landscape  of  his  garden  …  to  enjoy  opportunity  to  showing  his  face  at  Phantomhive’s  office.  These  haunting  moments  he  never  reached  back  by  the  instant  they  were  finished  still  silency  tourmented  him  inside  an  corner  of  his  mind.  He  missed  these  circumstances,  when, ��regardless  how  delicate  his  situation  was,  he  was  far  too  much  distracted  by  Phantomhive  for  remembering  Claude  absence,  Claude  desire  to  kill  him  …  Even  inside  each  second  of  his  physical  curse,  inside  each  moment  of  his  agony,  he  had  wanted  to  believe  Claude  misunderstanding  would  be  corrected.  Maybe  Claude  perceived  wrongly  Ciel  as  a  better  deal  than  him,  but  didn’t  willingly  mean  to  kill  him,  right  ?  Maybe  he  had  some  honest  affections  towards  him  his  soul  was  worth  something  ?  Maybe  he  could  be  resonated  ?  With  certainty,  if  his  metaphoric  twin  hadn’t  decided  to  take  his  place  by  being  murdered  by  his  demon  butler,  he  would  have  believed  this  magnificent  delusion  No  miracle  appeared.

He  will  never  see  Claude  again.  An  truth  he  ejected  of  his  mind  by  starting  that  strange  paradox  to  inform  Ciel  of  upcomping  threat,  understanding  lack  of  interest  coming  from  his  butler  over  his  own  case  —  but  never  desired  to  accept  mentally  or  emotionally  it.  Sebastian  was  shadow  of  something  he  never  got  :  this  insidious  and  playful  submission,  concerned  about  the  well-being  of  the  soul  of  his  contracting  party,  this  protective  canvassing  and  the  passing  desires  to  titillate  him  intellectually  always  have  been  an  terrible  mirror  …  He  might  be  obeyed  by  his  demon  butler,  he  spent  three  quarters  of  his  time  hoping  to  receive  an  emotion  beyond  his  indifference,  which  was  filled  with  total  failure,  where  this  indifference  had  never  dissolved  from  his  face.  Been  endlessly  watched  by  sadness  gaze  of  Hannah  was  somewhere  an  memory  of  that  time  :  the  other  demon  of  his  side  who  remained  discrete,  contenting  his  needs,  but  barely  dared  talk  with  him  …  Though,  circumstances  were  a  bit  different.  Hannah  had  been  the  key  who  lead  his  metaphoric  twin  to  Hades  —  and  enter  illegally  inside  the  Underground  for  talk  —  Hannah  was  the  reason  of  his  childhood  village  destruction  and  an  past  fragment  of  his  brother  …  That  endless  picture  of  a  quest  over  the  Golden  Witch  who  had  to  been  found  inside  trials  of  the  underground,  for  touch  eventually  the  Underground  …

Every  gaze  inside  his  manor  was  an  recollection  about  how  worthless  his  existence  had  became.  How,  inside  current  circumstances,  his  entire  life  had  been  an  entire  joke  to  start  to  finish.  Every  remembrance  of  Claude  inside  that  huge  manor  generated  an  inability  to  wandering  around,  to  even  desiring  wake  up  from  an  prison  he  might  never  escape  !  He  was  doomed  to  becoming  Alois  Trancy,  the  real  one,  the  obscure  one,  the  one  he  stolen  the  place,  the  one  that  should  have  been  remaining  alive  !  Besides,  his  mind  just  slept  into  shadows.  Phantomhive  would  have  to  informing  the  Queen  he  won’t  be  available  for  an  moment,  for  have  others  matters  —  most  likely  emotionally  recover  —  He  wanted  nothing  to  deal  with  noblesse  spheres.  It  was  too  early  for  remember  how  rotten  noblesse  was,  inside  memories  anchored  deeply  inside  his  body  about  that  part,  when  anyways,  he  wasn’t  even  sure  if  it  was  worth  trying  to  be  accepted  …  He  was  supposed  to  be  marginal.  He  was  supposed  to  be  that  upper  shadow  that  ruled  every  corner  of  the  darkness.  And  he  was  quite  marginal,  for  not  being  made  of  the  same  wood  of  golden  nobility,  having  known  streets  and  having  been  for  a  long  time  without  a  future,  but  he  was  devoured  by  these  darkness  which  he  was  supposed  to  govern.  Sleep  as  longer  as  possible,  sleep  as  deeply  as  possible,  that  was  only  interest  of  his  days,  where  few  hours  awake  consisted  to  eat  and  hear  news  from  Phantomhive.

Hence,  when  someone  wanted  to  saw  him  that  day,  he  thought,  at  the  moment,  wrongly,  it  was  Phantomhive.  Oh,  he  really  wanted  monopolize  him  again.  To  be  constantly  in  his  arms  or  temporarily  at  his  side,  he  could  forget  double  absence  of  Claude  and  his  metaphorical  twin.  Each  mirror  was  a  reminder  of  the  lie  he  reflected.  His  personality  couldn’t  do  the  latter  justice,  and  there  was  no  idea  how  legit  he  could  be.  Every  memory  of  his  current  position  almost  made  him  regret  having  survived.  He  had  been  ready,  sensing  his  death  coming  through  his  curse,  to  die  that  day  —  it  was  his  healing  from  his  immediate  curse,  in  an  echo  that  should  have  been  his  last  breath,  that  he  understood  that  his  metaphorical  twin  was  gone  …  and  even  resurrected  as  a  witch,  still  having  marks  of  how  he  was  murdered,  he  couldn’t  stay  in  this  world  …  was  too  angry  and  risked  resenting  him  …  where  world  of  this  second  manor  and  secrets  were  locked  behind  him  when  this  place  had  been  sealed  between  dimensions  …  He  was  only  a  physical  legacy,  which  was  nothing,  which  had  lost  absolutely  everything.  He  couldn’t  see  anyone,  and  it  was  the  guest’s  first  name  that  forced  him  to  move  from  his  bed.  Persephone.  Luckily  his  metaphorical  twin  had  told  him  who  it  was,  because  he  was  in  a  beautiful  darkness  concerning  Hades.  However,  unfortunately,  he  had  never  met  him.  Didn’t  know  what  he  looks  like.  Didn’t  know  where  he  was.  He  had  absolutely  nothing  to  contribute.  He  didn’t  know  anything.  He  was  in  total  darkness.  However,  if  she  was  there,  it  was  for  a  reason.  So  it  was  after  a  supreme  effort  to  get  dressed  that  he  went  to  greet  her,  where  the  emptiness  of  his  blue  eyes  was  by  no  means  hidden.  He  could  still  feel  Hannah’s  sadness,  still  silent  …  He  had  stopped  talking,  remaining  mute  and  residing  in  the  restful  covers  of  his  bed,  so  he  didn’t  know  what  to  say.  It  took  another  immense  effort.    ❝  Anything  to  ask  me  ?  ❞  He  had  to  remember  that  he  was  the  Earl  Trancy,  so  she  had  certainly  heard  of  him.

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knowing  your  partner  well  can  potentially  make  writing  a  lot easier, repost,  do  not  r*blog.

name: melrose or just mel, commonly. 

pronouns:  she/her

preference  of  communication: disc, it’s always disc for me. tumblr dms can get lost and are hard to keep up w/ for some reason. 

name  of  muse(s): hara minka ora (my main, active mostly on disc but also on dash), tramp inspired by lady and the tramp (now only disc and exclusive, may change again,??), hollis james (disc group exclusive). 

experience / how  long  (months / years ?): it’s been 84 years and i can still smell the fresh paint..

best  experience :  all the friends i made out of writing partners, especially the ones that watch movies and shows with me. shoutout to pol and krissy. and elle, although she doesn’t write anymore, who i’ve been to two concerts and had one sleepover with. but honestly, there’s so many best experiences. 

rp  pet  peeves / deal  breakers: people that shame people for shipping? like what even is that. 

muse  preferences  fluff,  angst,  or  smut :  i love a good romance but everyone knows that. but i like a variety of things, fluff, angst, smut, etc, it’s all fun for me. 

plots  or  memes: plot leaning for starting off. writing a first interaction off a meme can be hard for me. but after i’ve plotted and/or written with someone, memes are great ways to start new threads. 

long  or  short  replies:  fluctuate. generally replies that can flow easy and fast (preferably). it’s rare for me to do one liners and if i do, they never stay that way and usually change real quick to legit lengths. i usually like a decent paragraph (more than five sentences). 

best  time  to  write:  late at night or tea time hours (like 3pm ish). but honestly, inspiration and my free time varries so much. 

are  you  like  your  muse(s): we share some aesthetics. but for my own sanity, i always put things in my muse(s) that creates distance. i know it’s kind of impossible to be completely removed from any art form (rp included), but overall i wouldn’t say i’m like hara. but i try to take on the positive aspects of her, and other muses of mine (current and past). like i’d def say i’m more confident now writing hara and muses like her. 

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