#also u dont have a muse

[mueritos]

prince sidon makes a discovery about height differences....

(my link is trans here but feel free to imagine him as cis!)

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[hinamie]

binding vow

[bl-inkstone]

changed my tune so fast just bc of youtube autoplay lmao ok here have some sagau diluc thoughts

the player, diluc thinks, is an incredibly endearing being.

he's come a long way from the curt and wary attitude he used to put on around the traveler (and by extension, you), and today is one of those days where he finds himself privately thanking whatever powers there may be that allowed your paths to cross, with him staring at the reflection of you hidden deep within the traveler's eyes in the wake of his fight with the abyss that fateful night in mondstadt.

as one of the first people to have their constellations manifest in the sky of teyvat, diluc is more than aware that the fact that you still choose to ask for his company in your (or, well, the traveler's) journey is a gift he must treasure deeply. he knows that it is your presence in this world that gives vision bearers a chance to become something greater than they presently are. he also knows that he is no longer as impressive of a companion in battle as he used to be from back when the sky wasn't as bright as it is now (when the world you knew was smaller and he was still a figure that you could look to and proudly call "your main").

but you always come back to him. when he least expects it, you invite him back to your party and diluc can't help but privately think, privately wish, that it's because you're as fond of him as he is of you.

standing in silent prayer while you bestow upon him artifacts that thrum with divine power is an experience he can never tire of. the claymores you give him, the food he eats, all the materials he needs to reach a breakthrough in his capabilities... he understands that you aren't teyvat's creator, but this world and everything in it seems to exist just for you. you, the provider, the sustainer, the beloved of all. sometimes, diluc feels that everything he has and ever worked for have all been for the sake of one day meeting you.

he's not a religious man by principle, and he loathes people of absolute power. the only exception to this, however, is you. he's not foolish enough to believe you're some omnipotent, omniscient being that lords above all. no, you're not like that. he knows this because the longer he journeys with the traveler and feels their bond strengthen, the faint whispers he used to strain himself to hear grow clearer and clearer until finally, one day, he hears you.

you're both nothing and everything he thought you'd be. you view the world of teyvat with so much awe and joy that it's infectious, and he finds himself smiling more often than not to the privilege of finally hearing you. the traveler always looks at him with an understanding smile when diluc slows down in their travels to listen to you. he lives for the moments when you talk to yourself or to someone else (a companion of your own, maybe? from your place beyond the stars?) because this is how he learns. your favorite food, your favorite nations, your favorite "characters" and more. he holds every morsel of information you unknowingly give close to his chest where all his affections and wishes hide. he likes to think that this way, he can be closer and better for you.

but he knows he's not the only one who hears you, and it is the traveler that is closest to you out of all them. even so, diluc harbors no ill will to the avatar you chose to see and travel the world through. you're so fond of the traveler, and how could he ever come to loathe anything graced by your love?

he knows how to play nice. it helps that most of your other chosen are people he can find himself enjoying the company of as well. diluc understands that as much as he wants to be the sole holder of your attention, the world does not function that way. he's willing to extend an olive branch so long as they can all work together to keep you present in teyvat. he can worry about his more aggressive competition later when they aren't at risk of being caught in such an unsightly state by you — all that matters to him, right now, is how to keep your gaze on him for just a little longer and keep you from leaving him again.

it's a daunting thing to be so close to your grace. you take diluc to lands he'd never thought he'd visit again, to ruins of civilizations long past, domains with unimaginable horrors and have him run, claymore and vision burning at his hip, into fight after fight at your command. it's tiring at best and painful at worst, but you always take care to heal him and his companions before leaving, and you always lead them somewhere safe to rest until teyvat brightens and you come again.

his current companions (his "supports", he inwardly preens) rest and talk amongst themselves once they feel your presence leave. it used to be something they, your chosen, would panic over, but now that they've gotten more used to you and all the signs that pointed that yes, this is your will, they've grown to be able to tolerate the harrowing chill that comes when your warmth leaves them. diluc leans back on his chair in front of good hunter to observe them. they're all people he's come to grow fond of in time: diona was prickly, yes, but ha become pleasant to be around once they grew past their misunderstandings. the young master of the feiyun commerce guild, xingqiu, was also a reliable companion both in and outside of battle, and for all his faults, venti has proven himself to be a devout believer, unwilling to be a burden to you or the party you've guided him towards.

under normal circumstances, he never would've met and forged such strong bonds with these people. if not for your own interference, he never would've bothered getting to know any of them at all. though he may have his own gripes and complaints at times of how their dynamic works when you're not around, diluc is still fond of them. he's grateful for the opportunity to grow close to people again, and traveling the world alongside them and the traveler has become one of the few things he's begun to look forward to outside of his duties as "diluc, master of dawn winery." when the day is done and he can sit and relax with them in the tables in front of good hunter, he can rest in the company of others who understand the near-maddening pull in his chest that draws him to try and get closer, closer, to you.

it's days like these where diluc quietly thanks whatever it is brought you to them, and prays that one day, he will no longer have to search through the traveler's eyes to see you.

[venstm]

ok i've adjusted my muse list for now its just aizen and shuhei until i read and add more and be insane truly.

[darabeatha]

@soulgathered replied ; // grabby hands do you have a list of all creatures and blogs 👀

ㅤ/ I do!! I kinda have to update my muse list (because I might be taking some of them out as I don't feel their muses as strong) BUT ! these are the ones on this blog. The ones that have their names bolded mean that I can normally pick them up without having to re-read my notes for them/research again or that I have their characters better settled inside my head as in how I want to portray them (At least currently!)

C.onstantine XI (rider) / about

A.shwatthama (archer)

V.lad III (slighty canon div)

J.ason (saber)

C.amazotz (temp. assassin)

O.dysseus (rider)

D.aybit (crypter)

T.ezcatlipoca (grand assassin)

C.harlemagne (saber)

M.octezuma II (Avenger)

D.uryodhana (rider)

R.itsuka F.ujimaru (master)

K.ukulkan (canon divergent, rider )

T.laloc (pretender)

N.itocris (caster)

M.oriarty (ruler)

N.ero Claudius (saber)

A.sclepius (caster)

A.ntonio S.alieri (Avenger)

M.organ le Fay (Berserker)

O.beron (pretender)

L.ucifer ( ? )

E.dmond D.antes (Avenger)

A.rjuna (Archer) ;

A.rash (archer)

G.ilgamesh (caster & archer)

A.rthur P.endragon (saber)

Jekyll & Hyde (assassin / berserker)

There are some muses in here that have their -own- individual blogs but that sometimes I put them in here to save the trouble of logging in and out like;

@oldestking - G.ilgamesh

@wieldedhonor - A.rthur P.endragon

@hopemerged - A.rash

@005mins - D.aybit

@hiruinonai - S.aito H.ajime

@nitonitonito - N.itocris

@hidrogenium - J.ekyll & H.yde

@viijaya - A.rjuna

@sundescended - K.arna

@boldestgreen - R.obin Hood

@vindictalead - E.dmond D.antes

As for blogs that aren't f.go related that I currently use the most;

@sculptambitio - J.ojo's b.izarre a.dventure multimuse

@aphomic - D.oppo K.annonzaka

@pressurebrew - E.spresso cookie

@hungwood - M.atthias C.zernin

@tugpull - I.ori Motohashi G.riffith

@oldmankneez - T.surumaru K.uninaga

@lusitfidem - A.venturine

@utsugyo - S.asori

@pyfog . i.dv multi

@tanzoshi - Swords multi

[nulltune]

old edits _(:3」∠)_ but i like imagining hakuno in different hairstyles HNGGHH 😩😩❤️💗💓💞 would she ever style her hair tho? sadly no </3 she thinks she's too plain for that + doesn't care about her appearance outside of just enough to look neat and presentable (we do see her hair in low twintails if she needs em tied up tho! tis a very cute look 🫶)

bUT LIKE- if someone wants to play with her hair or style her up then 👀 hakuno vc i don't mind. (<- girl who tends to go along with what others' want because she has no desires of her own tbh-) (METHINKS IT HAS DA POTENTIAL TO BE SO WHOLESOME THOOO and her hair's long and silky yknow ✨️ it'd b nice 2 touch ! 😌✨️) or alternatively- let hakuno do your muse's hair! ✨️ (she brushed nero's hair in last encore and it was such a soft moment it must've been so nice 🥺❤️)

[the-bloodline-embrace]

Okay but, if we think outside the box a little, your face can teeeeeechnically be used as a cup to drink the lava. Like those cute mugs that are skull-shaped! ♡

[per-oceanum]

The dash, currently: smüt

My muse, at this very moment: what if I wrote out in detail the exact moment Whitebeard cut off Crocodile's hand & cleaved through his face simultaneously-

[the-ultimate-muses]

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

@despairs-memorial Gundham to Kaz <3

Nonverbal RP Starters (X) @despairs-memorial

One thing Gundham would have learned very quickly was that Kazuichi was a clothing klepto, with him having various articles from his friend's closets stuffed into a drawer of his dresser, ones he's always meant to return but never did, and probably never will. To his credit, he tended to 'borrow' things the person wore the least, most of his finds being from the very back of closets or drawers.

Gundham's closet was where he'd found the large hoodie he was currently wearing, it being a type of clothing he's never seen the man wear in general, let alone this one specific sweatshirt. Kaz hadn't told him he was taking it, and maybe he should feel bad about that, but the breeder had already left the dorm by the time Kazuichi had crawled out of bed. He still looked to be half asleep as he shuffled up to Gundham, eyes bleary behind his glasses with him being in no mood to deal with his usual contacts.

"Hey, sorry I passed out in your room last night, didn't think I was that fucking tired. We can try watching that movie again tonight if you want." Said with a gentle headbutt to his partner's shoulder, very much like a cat seeking attention. "We should get...what?"

Leaning back, Kaz watched near cross-eyed as Gundham reached up to unfurl the hood of the sweatshirt where it had been haphazardly thrown over sleep-mussed hair, the mechanic only then seeming to remember that he'd stolen the garment. "Oh yeah, I'm borrowing this. I got cold." No, he didn't. He just liked the idea of wearing his boyfriend's clothes, it being a comfort for when the breeder himself wasn't around.

"Anyways, we should go get coffee so I don't die."

[bmpmp3]

Just started fashion dreamer. I know it's not style savvy and I'm not expecting it to be but I am glad the NPCs are still insane <3

[quillheel]

Hornet had been born a thrumming, slashing thing, and this way she would die.

Her feet moved like pinpricks in the sullen, loamy dirt ━ fast and precise and as needle-like as her nail itself. cutting lines like some kind of dance into the gravel-dimpled ground, swinging, forward and back, lunge & retreat & motion ; effort in grace.

A small thing, always. Hornet would never outgrow the worst of them, but she was fast, and sharp, and in this she found pride. Metal, tension of the string like a blade through the stagnant air, her weapon in her hands. the needle circles, circles, stabs like a stinger through carapace and flesh, piercing the shoddy warped scrap-metal of a training dummy she'd maybe had made herself. Reel it in, the thread returns to her, and with it her needle. Jump! Air whistling through her armor as she rises, joints spry as her eyes widen ━ reorient.

━ And catch! tangle the writhing limbs, trip them up, a flailing of precise white cord through the cold air that burned in her. Suffocate, string them up, cut them out!

This was her name. ━ Names like titles, she was Hornet; a buzzing, fast, terrible thing : with a body like a blade, body from the beast and practice from the bee and mind from the pale, she would stab, slash, spike them through! She is more, she is greater, she is-

━wait, 'them'? it was supposed to be an it. ( how single-minded, to forget just whom she'd been fighting. an internal battle, as much as a physical one... )

[darabeatha]

Me thinking about writting an angel servant-

[kurthorton-moving]

I have been. Struggling w tumblr lately and i am trying to work out Why bc this hobby means 2 much for me to let it fizzle out

[endbeginning]

and if i said.... pet.er peve.nsie.....

[ruairy]

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[swordofruln]

[mun] some1: necro if u wanna ship someo1s gonna have to take the initiate and approach the other

me: ok but what if i silently just sit here and send my brainwaves and hope they get it