#Muse; Heron

[nonevasive]

thinking abt mean girls and LPS popular parallels on this fine monday evening… they rlly were the blueprint

[randomnameless]

Funny how the Serenes Massacre of Tellius is echoed through two events in the Fodlan verse :

The Tragedy of Duscur : for people being pissed at their leader being killed, and the perpetrators pointing at a third party being responsible, the third party being destroyed as a result.

Nemesis' party : targeting peaceful non-humans living isolated in their village to slaughter them - which leaves a survivor very hell bent on revenge (who even gets jailed for a period of time and loses her health like Rafi! + is the youngest of the family like Leanne!) targeting the few ones who orchestrated this massacre.

Guess which event is ignored by redshit?

Morale of the story : Willy is the Fodlan equivalent of Tibarn, without the stats, the combat ability, the class and the shiny wings.

[stillsolo]

ROLEPLAY HISTORY post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back.

CURRENT MUSES

han s. — star wars ( canon/eu )

anakin s. / vader — star wars ( canon/eu )

luke s. — star wars ( canon/eu )

obi-wan k. — star wars ( canon/eu | discord only )

WANT TO WRITE

it takes… a lot for me to pick up a primary muse lol

PAST CANON MUSES ( primary )

john shepard — mass effect ( ot canon )

kaidan alenko — mass effect ( ot canon )

kurosaki ichigo — bleach ( canon )

grimmjow jaegerjaquez — bleach ( canon )

PAST CANON MUSES ( secondary / casual )

dr. henry walton / "indy" — indiana jones ( ot canon )

elka solo — star wars ( fc | canon/eu )

astri solo — star wars ( fc | canon/eu )

chewbacca — star wars ( canon/eu )

leia organa — star wars ( canon/eu )

lando calrissian — star wars ( canon/eu )

padmé amidala — star wars ( canon/eu )

assaj ventress — star wars ( canon/eu )

wedge antilles — star wars ( canon/eu )

biggs darklighter — star wars ( canon/eu )

ARC/CT-8080 / liner — star wars ( oc | canon/eu )

urahara kisuke — bleach ( ss canon )

kuchiki rukia — bleach ( ss canon )

david anderson — mass effect ( ot canon )

WOULD WRITE AGAIN

primary muses never leave me! e.g: han harassing me for like 10 fuckin' yrs

TAGGED BY: @valorums omg thank you for thinking of me!! TAGGING: @techniiciian @sgterso @desiccation @jedibattlemaster @strcngered @fcalty @debelltio @vibraea @red-flight @reawakcn @cnlyluck & anyone else who wants to do this! pls link me if you've already done it 👀

[littlequeenies]

Bebe Buell in the 1973 experimental avant-garde short film "La Dolce Vita Grance", playing the role of Rita Hayroth, directed by Anton Perich. Part 6 (last).

Taylor Mead plays Carlo, a famous Italian film producer, and Cyrinda Foxe plays his wife Sophia, a famous Italian movie star. Sophia, who has fired his driver Ninno, has to re-hire the driver in order to keep Carlo sexually excited so he can impregnate Sophia.

Other people starring were Jean Pierre Kalfon, Donna Jordan, Oliveriro Toscani, Octavio Escali and Guy Heron.

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNPTtX_BMD4

[winterune]

ahhh i need to watch the boy and the heron again. had miyazaki stayed in retirement and leave this movie as his magnum opus, i would have been very, very satisfied

[little-sw33tie]

WATCHED THE BOY AND THE HERON IM GOING BONKERS ITS SO GOOD

[coreofgold]

@wvsteria for Heron

"This place annoys me the longer it keeps me here" Wu Xi was free ! And now he was trapped back here. . .again ! It truly hates him

[ofglories]

More muse tags for muses to be added this weekend.

bladework like roses; x'rhun

twelve seals unleashed; arthur pendragon

faerie of prophecy; artoria avalon

of royal blood but free spirit; lamorak

the heron princess; ayaka

[pupmusebox]

Tag dump 3/?

out of yips musebox musings { Yappy Pupper Note - Pup's PSA } { Neat Tunes and Beats - Music } { Crafted From Artful Paws - Kou's Art } { Man Made Weapon to Fight Against Dragons - Yuma Kisaragi } { Dual Blade Wielding Samurai and Leader of Unit 13 - Yamato } { Card Holder and Quick Witted Summoner - Mishiru } { Sly Hacker and Expert Marksman of Agent - Jet } { Dutiful Butler and Medical Skilled Martial Artist - Sakaki } { Arcane Swordsman and Mystic Knight - Yuujin } { Foreteller and Reaper of the Battlefield - Nabaru } { Destructive Force and Heavy Armored Warrior - Bastian } { Magically Attuned and Powerful Spellcaster - Rentsu } { Disciplined Master of the Blade and Samurai - Kirino } { Raven King and Wings Dancing in the Darkness - Naesala } { Hawk King and Lord of the Air - Tibarn } { Black Wolf of the Sands - Volug } { Silent Master of Winds - Soren } { Hero of the Blue Flames - Ike } { Jet-Black General - Zelgius } { Exalt's Deliverer and Trusted Tactician - Robin } { Fateful Royal with a Silent Bloodline - Corrin } { Professor and Fódlan's Star - Byleth } { Heron and White Prince - Reyson } { Friend of Nations - Ranulf } { Trusted Pals and Partners - Pokemon }

[mxstball]

[PURPLE HERON] Explanation

Rayquaza, Zinnia, and Vivienne all arrived in the Hall of Origin. They were sitting at the family table joined by Melony, Heidi, Lauren, Chrona, Tor, Nergal, baby Lati, and Daiyu. Everyone was enjoying the food that Rayquaza made for everyone, too, but they were all silent for a little while. They all were waiting for the eventual talk of the new girl.

"So, Heidi, you wish to clue in here on our newest guest, hm?" Vivienne smiled gently at Daiyu, who smiled back.

Heidi nodded. "If Lauren and Daiyu want me to."

They both nodded.

"Alright."

----

Daiyu is the Giratina from Lauren's world. While many other Giratina worked to fight against their Arceus and was banished, Daiyu isolated herself in another world from the outset. She intended to watch over the world from the reverse side. She did not wish to cause trouble, but to simply wait and observe, hoping that she could learn everything so that she could rise up and protect the world should something happen to her Arceus, Morrigan. For many years, she watched and served Morrigan, answering her call to anything and everything that she wished.

Then, humans arrived.

Morrigan never liked humanity, but Daiyu loved them. Morrigan found them to be a waste of resources, but Daiyu saw the potential in them. As humans started to venture through the world and befriend Pokémon, Daiyu watched them carefully and even befriended one or two of her own. While she was never captured, she always looked out for them in any way that she could. Morrigan used Daiyu's love of humans as an excuse to not bother with them. So, she continued to only mind her business with the other Legendary Pokémon.

One day, Daiyu and a Latios named Lati met during one of Lati's missions and the two immediately fell in love. However, they did not make their relationship known to others in the case that Morrigan denies it. As such, the two met in secret, only encountering each other and being open with each other in Daiyu's Distortion World, where no one could interfere. For the better part of a thousand years, the two would regularly meet there and catch up, and, no matter how much time had passed, they would still be there for each other. Lati told Daiyu about much of the world as he saw it -- his love and appreciation for all life, including his family, his love of poetry and writing, his concerns about Morrigan turning her back against humans…. With every passing visit, she only grew more and more fond of the dragon, wishing that nothing ever changes between them.

But things started to change from the outside. First came the disappearance of his two sisters. Lati's sisters were sucked into an Ultra Wormhole during one of his missions away from home. When he returned from his mission, he noticed that they were gone and without a trace, and while Daiyu had been keeping tabs on them, she had not known of the strange wormhole before. Lati desperately looked all around the world for them, but came up short. Lati grieved them for many days in Daiyu's arms.

Then, came Team Galactic. Team Galactic summoned Chrona, Dialga of the world, and bargained with her. Together, they ascended and challenged Morrigan directly in a bid to take the world for themselves. They lost. Everyone there except for Cyrus and Chrona were soundly destroyed. As for those two, Morrigan sealed Chrona into a human form and the two were locked away, presumed to never to be thought of again.

Finally, there was the appearance of a strange… visitor. A Shiny Arceus by the name of Friede appeared a few months later. Not much is known as to what was said between Friede and Morrigan, but since that visit, Morrigan had made a new choice as to the fate of her world: to purge the world of humanity and to only allow Pokémon and Legendary Pokémon remain in the world. Morrigan gathered those loyal to her and waged war against the humans, destroying vast amounts of land in the process; however, in response, Lati, Daiyu, and others banded together to fight back against Morrigan's forces in the name of humanity. For several years, a civil war waged upon the world, leaving many dead. Unfortunately, Morrigan became victorious. In her victory, she snuffed out the last of humanity, killed the Legendary Pokémon that opposed her, and returned to her throne. It was then when Lati was murdered in cold blood.

Daiyu also died that day; however, she returned back to life in her Distortion World after a week. Luckily for her, Lati had anticipated these actions and outcomes. Before Friede's visit, Lati and Daiyu devised a plan: they took a few thousand people and Pokémon and hid them in an isolated space within the Distortion World, where they remain alive to this very day. Not only that, but Lati promised Daiyu that, should something happen to him, that his sisters will one day return and save the world from Morrigan's clutches, and that she must promise that she will stay strong until then. She did so. As such, from the time of her revival, Daiyu had remained in her Distortion World, watching over the humans that reside there, and waiting patiently for the day that she can be saved by her lover's sisters.

----

Everyone at the table looked between Lauren, Heidi, and Daiyu. There was so much packed in there and so much to process for everyone involved.

But it was Melony that decided to keep the conversation going. "I… was neither aware of Daiyu nor her plight until my True Self requested for me to find her. Nonetheless, I am happy to know that there seems to be a reason as to why she was given to us."

"Yeah, I'll say." Lauren nodded. "To think that this was how I'd reunite with Daiyu like this…."

"Same. It almost feels… surreal." Daiyu was still processing everything.

"Well, Daiyu--" Zinnia decided to speak up. "Good to see that you're safe, then. Really small world, though."

"I'll say." Heidi chuckled a little.

Nergal looked at Heidi. "You seem to find yourself entangled with prophecies and intrigue wherever you go, huh, Heides?"

Even Rayquaza chimed in.

It appears so, Nergal.

"Oh, shut it, you two." Heidi glared. Those two should never get along.

Vivienne smiled at Daiyu. "Nonetheless, if you are a part of Heidi's and Lauren's family, then that makes you a part of ours, too."

I agree with that sentiment as well. You are always welcome in my domain.

Zinnia shrugged. "Hey, nothing wrong with having a third Giratina as family in my opinion."

Baby Lati decided to finally speak up. "Auntie?"

Nergal giggled. "Yup. That's your Auntie Daiyu over there."

Baby Lati waved. "Auntie!!!"

Tor chuckled as well. "Looks like even the baby likes you here."

Melony turned to Daiyu. "Well, I of course have nothing against your continued existence here… as long as we perform the ceremony in the future."

Chrona nodded at Daiyu. She didn't wish to say anything.

Heidi smiled at Daiyu. "Looks like you're family here, now. We can coordinate more on what to do about Morrigan and our home later… but, for now, take some time to relax. We're here for you now."

Tears started pouring down Daiyu's face again. The salt fell down and even hit some of her food. "Th--thank you, everyone. You all seem so nice…."

Lauren patted Daiyu's back and wiped her tears. "There there, Daiyu. You've been through a lot. Just take your time, okay?"

"O--okay. Th--thank you."

[hyakkiyagy0]

new muse added- osakabe-hime

;the true ruler of white heron keep / commander of yokai (osakabe-hime)

[vaendaan]

7 drafts on here (and 3 on Vigor) but busy tomorrow so probably get stuff done Monday <3

[littlequeenies]

Bebe Buell in the 1973 short experimental avant-garde short film "La Dolce Vita Grance", playing the role of Rita Hayroth, directed by Anton Perich. Part 5.

Taylor Mead plays Carlo, a famous Italian film producer, and Cyrinda Foxe plays his wife Sophia, a famous Italian movie star. Sophia, who has fired his driver Ninno, has to re-hire the driver in order to keep Carlo sexually excited so he can impregnate Sophia.

Other people starring were Jean Pierre Kalfon, Donna Jordan, Oliveriro Toscani, Octavio Escali and Guy Heron.

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNPTtX_BMD4

[totouchthcstars]

Look who just woke up- is that LUCA HOSTELLE? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s CADY HERON from MEAN GIRLS. I heard they are TWENTY-TWO and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, she still gives off a GROWING UP IN AFRICA AND NOT KNOWING MUCH OF HOW THINGS ACTUALLY WORK ON A HIGHSCHOOL; OFTEN UNDERSTANDING ANIMALS BETTER THAN PEOPLE; SUCCUMBING TO THE FEELING OF BEING POPULAR DESPITE KNOWING BETTER; LETTING OTHERS TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER INNOCENCE; LOVING MATH AND SOMETIMES PROVING SHE IS A NERD impression. In Sydney, they work as a STUDENT. They’re known to be quite KIND & OPEN-HEARTED but have a tendency to be VENGEFUL & NAIVE on their bad days.

Gender/Pronouns : she/her

How long have they been in Sydney : born and raised, but in reality 1 year

Which suburb do they live in? Tba

Personality description : Cady has a good heart, but is, thanks to her upbringing, sometimes a little too naive for this world. However, like every teenager, she also wants to belong, and even being popular, and is not immune to others charming her. She can also be pretty mean and nasty when being hurt or wronged.

Memories of their real life : everything from the movie

What was their fake life like: Cady was more or less raised by her nanny, seeing her parents were always busy with very important work, as they claimed. The nanny sort of kept her away from every sort of trouble and whatever, and this is why Cady never had many friends, and a hard time to connect with anyone but her two cats, somewhat prefering reading a book over playing outside .She also enjoys school which earns her usually odd looks from many fellow students.

Theme Song: Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend

Quote: "Grool. I meant to say great but then I started to say cool."

[ask-no151]

Even though the Eevee's response ended up longer than they anticipated, Lucifer still took note of everything they chose to point out with their impromptu not-quite tour. He would like to see these places a little more up close, but he wasn't trying to cause a fuss… considering these Pokemon even knew what a Mew was, anyway.

The buildings themselves were all a little crudely constructed, at least compared to the human-made things he was used seeing, but there was something of a… nostalgic feel to the entire place. It was totally unlike anywhere he had been before…

"Ah. 'sfine, I don't mind. Sounds like a real nice place to live." As far as he can tell from the brief rundown, anyway.

…huh. They lived off the side of a cliff? Like, open-faced? A Sharpedo-shaped cliff did sound cool, but…

"You guys don't… got trouble with rain, livin' like that?" Storms must be a nightmare, especially since they live so close to the ocean. Eesh…

Luci@Either: "Er... so this whole place is run by pokemon? Like, the shops 'n all that other stuff?" He peers down the road to the town in question, perplexed but still curious nonetheless about the going-ons there. "There any specific places you like goin' to?"

"Yep!! That's Treasure Town, in all its glory!!" Angel gestures in the direction of the town withan extended paw and a big grin.

The two of them are standing on the outskirts (well, one of them is standing, anyway), but even from here, several buildings can be seen, along with Pokemon meandering about. It's a typical sight for the Shiny Eevee, yet one that feels them with the warm sensation of being home.

"There's lots of places we like to visit - the Kecleon Shop's always your best bet if you need some supplies, and the brothers that run it are great to talk to!! The Makuhita Dojo is great if you need some training. Ms. Kangaskhan is really nice and keeps any items you give her safe in storage. Ms. Chansey runs the local orphanage..."

Angel pauses, then laughs.

"Oh, sorry, you asked for specific places, not a whole rundown!! I can give you a tour later if you want. But, uh, besides all that, there's Sharpedo Bluff that's just a bit outside of town on the other side - it's a cliff that looks like a Sharpedo!! That's also where me and my partner live. The view from there is great!!"

"And there's the beach! It's not far from here. We love going there to relax when we get the chance. It's really pretty at sunset!!"

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 3

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

The noise of a lawnmower welcomes you out into the vibrant summer day. Your mother is already on the porch, sat on the patio bench. You can tell she’s primped herself up just a little bit. You put the jug of lemonade on the wicker table and stand by the end of the long eat. 

“A kind man,” your mother muses beneath the racket of the mower, “about time we got someone decent ‘round here. You know,” she furrows her brow viciously, “those bitches from the cul-de-sac never liked your nana. Hate us even more. Stepford hags.” 

You nod and peek over at Steve as he pushes the mower in a straight line. The grass falls to the blade and leaves thick clippings in rows. You twiddle your fingers as you notice the shine of sweat on the man’s forehead and forearms. His act of kindness feels more like pity. 

“Don’t be stupid, girl, go grab some cups,” your mother snipes and draws your attention back to the porch. “That man’s going to think I raised a moron.” 

You retreat back into the house. For as pleasant as she was to your new neighbour, it has done little for her mood. Or maybe it’s just you. 

You grab two of the rippled plastic cups from the cupboard and head back down the hall. You stop as you reflection passes you in the mirror. You turn to face it. You frown. You’re nothing special to look at but you don’t do much to help that. You wonder if you put on some mascara or wore something nicer if you might look anything close to pretty. 

You shrug off the fleeting insecurity. It’s not important. Your mother’s sick and your little uncertainties don’t mean anything. You push through the screen door and clack the cups down. As you do, the mower quiets and you peer over. The grass is trimmed neatly as Steve stands close to the steps, wiping his forehead as his cheeks burn rosy form the heat. 

“Whew, think I’ll try some of that lemonade,” he climbs the steps, “hot one today.” 

As he climbs the last step and he drags his hands down his tee shirt. His grey blonde hair droops forward and he tries to shake it out of his face. He tugs at the hem of his shirt and lifts it over his head, revealing a sweat-dampened undershirt. 

“Don’t mind me,” he chuckles as he uses the outer layer to mop his face and neck, “think I overdressed.” 

“Get him some lemonade,” your mother hisses and points to the jug. “Steve, was it? What brings you to Heron Meadows?” 

You unstack one cup from the other and fill both. You set the pitcher back down and step back on your heel, folding your hands together as you fade into the background. You’re peripheral to your mother. You only exist when she needs you. 

“Well, settling down, I think,” he smiles and reaches for a cup. He raises it and stops it just in front of his chest. He carefully gestures at you with it, “thanks.” 

Your eyes round and you glance away, “welcome.” 

“Settling down?” Your mother echoes coyly. 

“I know, I’m a bit late to the game. Had to get out of the city. Maybe I outgrew it,” he sighs, “and you two? Where’s your husband hanging out?” 

You mother laughs and crosses one leg over the other, not easily as she struggles to still the shake in her foot, “long gone. He never saw this place.” 

“Ah, hope I didn’t hit a sore spot,” Steve’s cheek dimples before he sips from the glass. 

“Mm, don’t feel much for the deadbeat,” your mother tisks, “what about you? Settling down? Is your wife coming with the couch?” 

“Ah, yeah,” he reaches over to plant his hand against the pillar that connects to the rail. He leans on it and gulps again. He swallows before he continues, his eyes meeting yours for the split second you dare to look up, “missed that step but the house will keep me busy until I figure that out.” 

“Oh don’t you worry, that little club will keep you busy,” your mother scoffs, “make sure ya keep your picket fence nice and whitewashed.” 

Steve gives a curious furrow of his brow. You mother sniffs as her little quip hangs in the air. 

“HOA,” you put in quietly. 

“Mm, I bought out of that,” he says. “Outdated if you ask me. I don’t need them telling me what colour to paint my door.” 

“Bought out?” Your mother grumbles. 

“I didn’t relish the extra lawyer fees but worth it,” Steve explains before he empties the cup and puts it back down, “thanks, that was great. Uh, guess I should get started on the back.” 

You stand dumbly as you mother agrees with a grumble. An awkward silence thickens around you and she snaps in your direction with her fingers, “take him out back, honey.” 

“Oh, uh, sure,” you clamour forward as if awoken from a slumber. “Just...” you near Steve and step around him to scurry down the stairs. “this way.” 

He leaves his tee shirt draped over the railing and turns to follow. He looms like a shadow behind you and as you stop to reach over the top of the gate and unlock it, you scratch around blindly. He steps closer and hooks his arm over yours. The smell of his sweat fills your nose. 

“Got it,” he says as he easily unlatches the clasp and the gate slants inward. 

You push through, quickly making distance from him as he trails you into the backyard. It’s even worse than the front. You grab the broken mower from where you left it and drag it towards the garage. 

“Great, I’ll go grab the mower,” he declares and leaves you to shove your way awkwardly into the side door of the garage. You push the rusted metal inside and the door snaps shut at your back as you emerge back into the sunlight. 

Steve pushes through his nice electric mower and you shy away. It’s got to be close to new and no doubt expensive. You trod through the tall grass and as you pass him, his arm brushes yours. 

“I could do the eaves too,” he stops beside you. “Get some of these weeds cut too.” 

“No thanks,” 

“I don’t mind,” he insists. 

“I can manage.” 

“You can. Probably a lot. Your mom...” he suggests, letting his words hang. “She sick?” 

You glance at his chest, the white fabric taught to his muscles above his thick stomach. You nod. 

“You take care of her?” He prompts. 

“Do my best,” you mutter and traipse on, “thanks.” 

“Right, uh,” he calls after you, “well, if you change your mind or think of anything, you can always ask.” 

You keep on. He feels bad for you. Just like everyone else. You’ve heard Marge and Lucy on their daily power walk; poor thing, going nowhere, sad... 

You go back out front, leaving the gate open. You go to grab the broom from the porch as your mother remains as she was. Her hand trembles on her thigh. 

“You know, should clean up around here,” she says, “invite him for dinner as thank you. Maybe tomorrow.” 

You take the broom and stop at the bottom of the steps, “maybe tomorrow,” you agree. 

“He’s a nice man. Could use one of those,” she smirks, “never had one of those. Handsome to boot.” 

It’s strange. You haven’t seen your mother smile since your grandma was around and even then, it wasn’t like this. The way she’s talking is almost ravenous. Like she’s slathering over a pork chop still on the grill. 

“Just gonna sweep up the trimmings,” you explain as you drag the broom down the walk. 

“Ugh, do whatever, you simple girl,” she chides. “When you’re done, you start on that kitchen. Those damn dishes have been sitting there all day.” 

“Yes mother,” you say to the broomstick as you begin to sweep. 

The sun beams relentlessly down, pouring onto you like fire. When you’re done, you return the broom to its place against the siding of the house and let yourself inside. Your mother hums as she watches the birds. You should be happy to see her outside, to see her in a better mood, but you’re too uneasy with the presence of that man. You know his name but it doesn’t make him any less a stranger. 

You fill the sink and add soap. You plunge a stack of plates into the water and stare out the small window above. You can see the side of the next house. It isn’t much too look at but sometimes a squirrel will critter along the wooden fence top. 

As you zone out, hands working mindlessly on scrubbing and dousing, a shift in the foggy colours of your vision brings your eyes into focus. You blink as Steve waves from outside. He rolls the mower up to the gate and smiles at you. You wince, jolted by the reminder of him. You offer a flutter of your soapy fingers. 

He stops and stares at you through the window. You blink, uncertain what to do. He’s just looking at you. He winks and you wince at the gesture. He slaps his hand back down on the mower and pushes it through to the front yard. That was odd. 

Or maybe you’re just awkward.