#i will probably be spending most of my time there as he's an easier muse for me to write

[xoxojisu]

THIS IS FALLING IN LOVE.

synopsis: falling in love with chigiri hyoma is slow. it's quiet. but it's sweet, and it's easier than you could ever imagine.

notes: chigiri is one of my bllk favs and i never talk abt him. HES UNDERRATED JUSTICE FOR HYOMA </3 i feel like fanon chigi always gets mischaracterized so i hope this is canon chigiri core. maybe this'll kickstart my bllk writing again..

it doesn't happen all at once.

it’s not some grand, cinematic moment where the wind and sun catch his hair just right and suddenly you’re in love. (though, you’ll admit, the hair thing is very distracting.)

it happens slowly. quietly.

when you first met him, he seemed simply like a quiet, introverted guy. it wasn't that he didn't talk, but it seemed like he just chose his moments carefully. he seemed polite and well-kept. you thought he had nice hair, but didn't think much of him beyond that.

it started the first time he talked back.

you'd teased him. something about his princess hair routine taking longer than practice. you expect him to offer a polite, awkward smile or a light chuckle, but he instead gave you a deadpan look before saying,

“yeah, sorry i like not smelling like gym socks. can’t relate?”

you blink.

he raises a brow.

you try not to let your jaw drop.

and then he smirks. like he knows he got you.

that’s when it starts.

-

after that, you start looking for it. the way he leans into sarcasm like it’s second nature. it's subtle. like it just slips out naturally. it surprises you at first. the way he says things that make you pause and go wait. was that flirty..? or mean..? (it’s both)

and it’s addicting.

he’s not just pretty. he's not just quiet. he's not just thoughtful. he’s funny. and competitive. and weirdly good at comebacks that have you reeling in fake anger but also leave you red in the face for hours after.

“is this your idea of flirting?” you ask once.

he shrugs, tossing his water bottle into his bag and tugging out his hair tie in one fluid motion.

“if it was, you’d be obsessed with me by now.”

little does he know that you already are. you probably have been for a while. but he doesn’t know that yet, and neither do you.

-

the real unraveling happens in the small moments.

how he always takes the time to stretch now after you'd scolded him. not just because he's told to, but because it seems like he really wants to take care of all of him now. you watch him learn to be gentle with himself. (he might be a little too gentle now, though. the princess.)

how he pulls his hair back with care, like it’s armor and comfort all at once, the beautiful cherry hue glistening.

how he doesn’t talk a lot, but when he does, it’s never wasted.

you learn his moods. the difference between "quiet because he’s tired" and "quiet because he’s thinking too much." you learn when to sit next to him and say nothing. you learn when to nudge him until he rolls his eyes and softens.

the more time you spend with him, the prettier you realize he is. his hair is a given, sure, but his eyelashes are also unfairly long. they're thick, too. he looks like he's wearing mascara all the time. his skin is perfectly clear and his eyes are the most gorgeous shade of pink. they resemble two twinkling rubies. you think he looks like someone's muse. like he's painted in watercolor with wind blowing through his hair and cherry blossom petals falling all around him all the time and for no apparent reason.

he lets you in so gradually that you don’t even realize you’re already there. part of his rituals, his routines. you don't notice the shift with the way he starts to tease you more and linger longer.

“you’re always around,” he says once, voice low and lazy. you'd just finished doing face masks together, and were now searching for something to watch. you're both ignoring the nonexistent space between you, opting to wordlessly shift closer.

"does it bother you?" you ask, studying his following facial expression carefully.

"nah," he replies quickly. maybe a little too quick. "just noticed it, i guess."

you shrug, “maybe i just like being around you.”

he tilts his head. studying you. not in a dreamy way. in a real way.

“yeah,” he says eventually, “i think i like it too.”

-

you fall in love with him one glance, one witty reply, one quiet kindness at a time.

and when he falls back, because he does, he makes sure you know.

he doesn’t say it with flowers and chocolate.

he says it when he sends you skin care recs at midnight.

he doesn't say it with a poster board and a rose petal pathway.

he says it when he sits a little too close and doesn’t move away.

when he says, “you make things feel less heavy.”

and it’s then, only then, that you realize.

you’ve been falling in love with him for who knows how long.

and he’s been catching you the whole time.

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[capricious-stars]

💯 💘 and 😉 for Lace, if you're doing multiple questions at once?

My sweet sweet boy whom I love dearly <333

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

  I'm gunna be honest and say he probably has several.  He’s a big sappy romantic so any variation on something classic would absolutely melt his heart.  Going to a fair and then walking along a beach in the moonlight, dinner and walking them or being walked home, going to a bar or club and staying out super late and then cooling off at a diner at some insane hour between night and morning.

  If someone actually asked him on a date (he's not big on asking himself), he'd essentially just want to spend most of the time talking and getting to know them better, joking around and having a good time, and then going for a walk to spend some one on one time with them.  A lot of details are interchangeable, though he'd especially love if he'd been brought flowers and if the date would end without going back to one of their places.  At least, if it's a very early on date.

  If he’s in an established relationship not much else would change but he’s going to want to take them home and screw them senseless <3

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

  Ah all sorts of things.  Even though his memory is bad, he tries very hard to remember details people he cares about have told him.  He even keeps a journal with some of the most important ones!  Favorites, fond memories, something that upset them, it's really important to him so he can show he really listens.

  This of course leads to lots of little "just because" gifts; a favorite sweet, favorite flowers, a mug he'd been told about and caught that certain glimmer in their eye.  Sometimes he even makes things himself, incorporating his info, to make it especially special.

  This is true of most of the Papyri, but he does favors, or tries to look after his partners.  Looks tired?  He'll make a favored beverage to help them either wake up or get some rest.  Mentioned needing to clean their shoes?  He'll beat them to it when they're not looking (and they're probably really well done, too, even shined if applicable).  Getting frustrated with something like an ill fitting jacket?  He'll mend it (and maybe even add some cute garnishes).  Depression exhaustion?  He'll try to keep their area clean and check in from time to time with food or drinks.

  And this is a big one.  He works on himself.

  Lace struggles with...a lot of not so great things, but with someone he really loves, he makes more of an effort to, well, do better.

  He doesn't like his singing voice, but if his loved one mentions that they love when they catch him humming or singing under his breath, he'll do it more often (or at least not stop when they're present).  When he hits a low, he can be borderline or outright alcoholic, but if a loved one mentions they're worried about noticing him drinking, he'll try very hard to do it less (even not just around them).

  Lots of similar things like that, he tries very hard to overcome his own issues for those he cares about, not just hide them.  It's not always so easy, but it's another way he shows just how much someone means to him.

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

  I think it'd be easier to answer what aren't I'll be honest.  He’s into a lot of stuff lmao

  He’s not a fan of anything involving certain types of moisture, so none of the gross stuff and food implementation is usually a no go, with a couple exceptions (like, a little whipped cream or maaaybe syrup of some kind would be fine, but only if his partner was really into it)

  He also struggles a bit with things like sensory deprivation, degradation, and, idk, I guess just general "power play" as the one on the subordinate end.  Ah, and he hates temperature play, wax play, age stuff, and absolutely cannot participate in consensual noncon.

  But those aside, and bear in mind I'm no expert, most other things definitely get him excited.  Bondage, impact play (receiving more than giving), blindfolded and gagged, breeding, oviposition, lingerie, blood play, gloves, boots, leather, velvet, delay, certain role play, tentacle, somnophilia (receiving more than giving), dacryphilia, sacrum lacing (and shibari related things honestly), exhibition/voyeurism, marking, collaring (a little sensitive for him, can only be done with an extremely well established partner), biting, size difference, mirrors, etc etc etc

  He’s a flexible guy (gender neutral) who can find a good time doing most things, so long as communication and consent is solid <3

[run-muse-dot-exe]

Hi howdy I see you have a headcanon ask game going on, is it okay if I ask you many headcanons about your daughter with anger issues (Surge)? 👪🧡😶 😴 annnnd 😨. If you don't want to answer all of these that's fine :D

thematic headcanons! - accepting (please specify muse)

oh anon you just made my whole day (i literally shot up from my doomscrolling cackling like a madman)

👪 a family-themed headcanon

Surge remembers nothing of her family. She resents them, whoever they were, as has been stated in the past. She doesn't care what their reasoning is for their abandonment, there had to be some reason Starline got ahold of her that has something to do with her having been vulnerable. And no self-respecting family would leave their girl in such a state if they cared, in her eyes. Are they dead? Did they sell her? Leave her to fend for herself?

Does she consider the kid family? Maybe. Might cop to it if pressed.

🧡 a friendship-themed headcanon

She doesn't really have traditional friends. Wouldn't really know where to start, to begin with. She was a subordinate to the doc, and the level of hero worship Kit suffers from kinda means their relationship has to be defined... differently.

She knows she respects people who go for what they want. Appreciates directness. She'd probably be a pretty bad friend, in reality. Being blunt and rude and not above violence means that the majority of people she's interacted with don't have many nice things to say about her, and that's fine. Hammer chick and sheep girl seem chill, though. Tough. Nice t' see.

😶 a headcanon about a secret they know of / keep

He's gone, right? And she hated the bastard, so Surge should want nothing more than to spend a good amount of spare time airing the doctor's dirty laundry. For some reason though, she just... hasn't. She remembers how he likes to take his stupid tea, for gods sake. How he wanted his eggs cooked for breakfast, still has every dumb meal vlog somewhere in Kit's file stash. Could get hours of laughter out of that stupid mug he had, but...

Best she can come up with is that it's easier to admit he fucked them over if he seems just as menacing and intimidating as he tried to appear. Pretty pathetic to have been so subservient to a dude that watched old Eggman footage as a passtime while sighing like a teenage groupie.

😴 a sleep-themed headcanon

This chick can sleep like the dead and runs like a furnace. She throws every extra blanket and pillow she gets landed with at Kit, since she finds she sleeps way worse touching anything warm or soft. The kid's probably figured out that something is up, maybe some of her processors run wrong when she's unconscious and it causes overheating, but she isn't very fussed about it at all. She also snores. Maybe Kit burying his face in those pillows isn't just out of instinct.

😨 a fear-themed headcanon

Surge doesn't like being extorted. She folds weirdly fast whenever someone, anyone has something to lord over her head. Her issues with authority are made clear in her attitude, her style of dress, everything about her, but always in an abstract manner. Never direct.

If anyone gains any kind of authoritative tone towards her, she caves. Boiled down, she's so terrified that she can't ever seem to stand up for herself minus the most token complaints. Flinches, even, falls apart and hates herself for it. Thus far the only one still around that's ever seen these breakdowns is, of course, Kitsunami. She doesn't count the hedgehog ever witnessing any of her power-induced delusions. That didn't happen.

[fearlessword]

I’ll meet you in my dreams - Chapter 2

Summary: You dreamed of the boy who played piano before you knew who he was. Humming the melodies you heard in your sleep brought BTS into your life and you thought it was just meant to be.When you finally have the chance to see him perform live, you realize that the dreams you have are more than a coincidence. You hope he dreams of you too.

Slow burn/ Slow build/ canon divergence/ d-day tour / soulmate- ish

Pairing: Idol! Min Yoongi x Reader

Ongoing

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Author’s note: Hi tumblr! I’ve been wanting to post this fic here for such a long time! Seriously! I can’t believe I actually did it! I’m so excited for you to read this chapter! I post on AO3 first, but it’s nice to share my work on this platform too! Please send me your thoughts on this chapter, I’d love to hear it. I’ll come back in a few days with chapter 3, but if you want to read it before that, you can find it here. I hope you like it! Thank you for being here!

Chapter 2

February 2023

“…So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee…” you read.

“This is one of my favorites, and one of the most famous Shakespearean sonnets. You guys already know how much I love words but in this sonnet…” you pause with a sigh. “I feel so happy reading it, it took Shakespeare only 14 verses to explain how powerful and everlasting words are. Can you imagine how extraordinary it would feel to be the muse of a piece of work like this? I don’t want to go crazy over this, but how beautiful is that? And to see that he was indeed right, the poem does give life to his beloved muse, it makes me want to cry. How beautiful is that? Just think about it?!”

“Ms. _______, you are fangirling over poetry again” one of the students says.

“Well, it is my profession after all! I am also a fan of so many things, it’s the way I function!” You laugh. “But you guys need to agree, it’s beautiful. You should think about writing a sonnet like this to your Valentines next year… Does anyone want to comment on their first impressions of this piece before we go deep into our analysis?”

The students were ready to give their opinions when the bell rang, announcing your lesson was over and stopping the discussion from happening. The backpacks and chairs in the classroom combined in a messy, hustled melody created by your high schoolers. It was the end of the school day, after all.

“ Well, it’s nice to end the day with a hook. Please read Sonnet 18 one more time and write a short comment about it in your reading journals. We’ll discuss it in the next class. Enjoy your Valentine’s day, everybody!”

One by one, the students left the room, leaving you alone with the mess of the classroom. As usual, you organized the desks and chairs for the next day, erased the white board, turned the electronics off and put away all of the supplies in the cabinet. You only left out your pencil case and the piles of assignments to grade. It was Tuesday, but the faster you start grading, the easier your Friday will be. Even though being a teacher means that you eventually (or always) take work home, you made yourself a rule that you’d avoid working during your weekends. Also, no teacher wants to grade anything on a Friday afternoon. It’s not like you have anything to do on Valentine’s day, either way.

You directed your attention to the desk and a huff left your body as you thought about the few hours of unpaid work you had ahead of you. You didn’t know if the gray Tuesday made your situation worse or better. You tried to see it with a positive attitude: at least you wouldn't spend the next few hours inside, admiring a perfect sunny day through the windows of your classroom.

Before sitting down to start grading, you got your phone and your airpods in your bag, you didn’t bother to turn the airplane mode off, and, to be honest, that was probably the best option if you wanted to really focus on your work. A playlist of your favorite songs is the one selected for the occasion. You put your phone away, grab your green pen and start.

When The Truth Untold started, you were halfway through grading. You couldn’t help thinking of how unlucky you were. BTS came into your life only during the pandemic, which meant no concerts, but lots of content and late night meme videos and Korean lessons that distracted and helped you when you needed the most. When the concerts finally happened in the US, you were out of the country to complete part of your Masters in Literature in England. It was more than a dream come true, from visits to the Globe to visits to the lakes and all of the places your favorite authors and characters saw long before. It felt bittersweet. The timing was just wrong, and now, it felt like the chances of seeing all seven of them just escaped through your fingers. All you could do was wait. Wait until the seven of them come back, and trust them. It was hard, but was there another option?

Just fans understand how hard it is.

Alright, you need to focus on the grading.

The playlist kept going as you corrected and graded and wrote comments in each of the papers, carefully analyzing the work of your students. Every once in a while, you’d laugh at how they expressed their opinions on their essays. How fun their snarky comments were! The piles of paper were organized into folders. Thankfully, in less than three hours, the work was finally done, (until the next time, which will probably happen sooner than what you want.) It’s half of the week, and finally time to go home.

Winter was unusually warm this year. Still, the short walk from the school to the subway station felt longer because of the cold air. It wasn’t too cold, but it wasn’t comfortable either. The hot mass of air that embraces you as you enter the station is welcomed, at least during the colder seasons. The station was packed, it’s always a struggle when it’s peak time, but on days like this, when the busy people of the city go out to dinner to celebrate the existence of their love life, it is just the worst. When the train came, you found a spot where you could stay, close enough to the door so you could leave it three stations later.

You hope there is a seat for you in the Q train that will take you to Brooklyn. Deep down, you know it’s hopeless. At 6 pm Times Square station is filled with both New Yorkers and tourists. You could differentiate them easily, from their clothes to the kind of demeanor they have. The empty eyes were usually the giveaway whether someone was a New Yorker or not. You hoped you had the same curious eyes you had when you first moved to NYC for college, but you understand that, as much as you love the city and all it means to you and your journey, routine takes some of the magic away. Right now, you bet your face gives away your exhaustion too, if there’s someone watching you, you’re sure they know you live here.

People watching was your favorite pastime during your commuting time: imagining what each one of those people was like, their dreams and hopes, if they had any. Today, you could see a considerable amount of bouquets in the train, and it makes your imagination go wild imagining what expects these people once they get to their destination. You try not to get caught while you look at them for the next 30 minutes, then, you leave the train and walk home.

You were fumbling in your bag in a failed attempt to find your keys when the door of your apartment slammed opened.

“Where the hell were you?” Your roommate demanded.

“At the school, Cami.” You answered as you took your shoes off and went inside.

“ Why weren’t you answering your phone? I called so many times.”

“I was grading papers”

“On Valentine’s Day?”

“It’s not like I have a date”

“______ you seriously need to do a better job at answering your phone” she huffed. “I was freaking out here”

“Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is my family okay? It was in airplane mode and I just didn’t care to check it after I left the classroom.”

“Everybody is okay. Well, emotionally I’m definitely not okay. I’ve been freaking out here since I got home from work. Seriously, we need to communicate better so we can actually leave school together, we can grade here! Why do you have to stay there so late anyways? I needed to talk to you and You. Weren’t. Answering.” She paused. “Why am I freaking out? It’s not like it’s something I care about. Oh my God! Maybe I care about it because you care about it." Camila pointed at you. "What is happening to me?! Am I literally freaking out on Valentine’s day because of a tour of a guy that I’m not even interested in? I promise I won’t be alone for Valentine's day next year, I need a date to look forward to instead of getting crazy over a K-pop man. This is the worst day of my life!” Camila rambled while pacing in the living room

“Did you say tour?”

“Seriously? That’s all you heard?!”

“You were saying so many things”

“Alright, sit, and please, I am begging you to turn the airplane mode off”

You do as she says, and as soon as your phone connects to the wifi, hundreds of notifications pop on your screen, including notifications from the Weverse app. Your heart jumps. One of the members of BTS on tour? You opened the app.

SUGA | Agust D TOUR

“What?” Your voice was so low you could barely hear it.

“Why are you so calm? Isn’t he the whole reason why you are a BTS fan?” Camila pauses to massage her temples. "Why am I freaking out? Isn’t he the guy you dream about all the time? ”

Yes, he is. You thought. The one and only Min Yoongi. The reason why you became an ARMY in the first place.

Turns out, the mysterious guy from your dreams back in 2020 was real. You've dreamt of him so many times before finding out he was actually a living person and not a figment of your imagination.

After the first time dreaming about him, you were washed with a sense of comfort you couldn’t quite understand. The crying over your ex had gotten better with each dream, simply because the feeling of seeing him in your sleep made you feel happy the whole day and forget anything else.

You could see him… Writing, laughing with the most precious smile, reading, recording at the studio, and at last… playing the piano. A real piano. The first time you heard him, though, he looked younger, but you could still see the same focus and the same passion as he played each note so beautifully. That morning of quarantine, almost a month after the first dream, you woke up with the urge to cry from how mighty the scene was. The warmth of the presence of the boy in the piano was already a familiar feeling, but actually listening to his music? Ah, you wanted to stay in that scenario forever. You hummed the song throughout the day, you asked Camila if she knew that melody, just so you could listen to it again. You thought about that the whole time, until you remembered how technology existed and you could just hum the melodies to your cell phone.

It was a BTS song.

And so you listened to that sweet piano melody, and heard him rapping for the first time. And searched for the names of the guys in the band. And finally, you saw the face of that mysterious man on your phone screen. It was weird that you dreamed of an actual person that turned out to produce music before knowing the person actually existed, right? Why you were dreaming about a korean idol and why it made you feel so content was a mystery to you. You tried not to dwell on that, realizing this was the way the universe sent BTS to you, when you needed it the most. And slowly, moving on from your trauma was easier. Letting your ex-boyfriend go was getting simpler each day. You finished that letter (Was it a letter or a novel? With the amount of pages you wrote, you didn’t even know anymore) and just let it go. Yoongi helped you, the boys helped you, and they didn’t even know.

Sometimes when you watch stuff, you get washed with the sense of deja vu. But it is what it is. Yoongi keeps popping in your dreams from time to time, you started to write about him and you irresistibly became an ARMY. How could you not?

“Earth to ______'' Camila snapped her fingers in front of your face “ I thought you’d scream! For God’s sake, I did! Why aren’t you freaking out when I am? You are the fan!”

“Sorry, Cami, I just don’t know how to react. You know how much they all mean to me. But with him… I just can’t believe I’ll finally have the chance to see him” your eyes burned filled with tears.

“Oh, amiga… We will try all we can to get you the best tickets. You will see him play the piano in front of you. I know how much this means to you, how much you changed after you became a fan. I will make sure it happens. I promise.”

You looked at your friend, sitting by your side on the pink couch you insisted on buying for your living room.

“You can’t control that, Cami”

“I can’t, but I will sign up for the pre-sale with as many email accounts as I can. I will even buy the membership thing.”

“ You sound like a fan”

“Well, if he helps you so much, maybe I should be a fan, do you think one of them could visit me in my sleep too? I bet it would be fun” She jokes.

“I wish I could talk to him, even in my dreams”

“When you go to the concert, he will look at you and you guys will fall in love”

“Cami, this is not fanfiction”

“Are you really quoting me right now? Well, I will create my own fanfiction if I want to. Nothing’s impossible. It would be great, then next year you won’t be alone for Valentine’s day. Maybe we can go on a double date, cause next year I’ll definitely have someone.”

“I’m not alone, you are literally in front of me”

“You know the kind of alone I’m talking about. Now, let’s make our Galentine’s dinner. I saw this recipe of spinach gnocchi that seems very easy. I want to try it tonight. Then, we’ll have a date with Mr. Darcy.”

“Camila, have I told you that I love you?”

“Te quiero, amiga, but you better answer your phone next time”

🪷🪷🪷

After squealing during the entirety of “Pride and Prejudice”, you called it a night and went to your room. It was late, but you couldn’t stop yourself from checking all of the details of the announcement and texting your ARMY friends back.

It felt surreal. That your bias will go on a tour. That you’ll finally have the chance of seeing one of them. Excitement was an understatement. You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage. You needed to sleep now, but your whole body was already buzzing with anticipation of going to the concert, of seeing Yoongi in front of you in real life.

Instead, you open the Weverse live and watch it. You pay attention as he talks about Slam Dunk and shares about Fashion Week. You worry when he said he hasn’t eaten, you smile with him once you see his reaction to the tour announcement coming out. You are washed with a wave of love for the artist on the screen.

“It’s not good to be delusional, _______” you say out loud. But you are not sleepy enough right now, and it was indeed Valentine’s day, so your imagination starts making up alternate realities of what could’ve been. You get your dear journal and write a poem, a confession.

“Let’s see each other in person, Yoongi” That’s what you hope and pray for.

🪷🪷🪷

Yoongi POV

Yoongi woke up on that Wednesday with that fuzzy feeling on his chest again. He knew this was getting too weird for his own good, there was no way dreaming about a random person he had never seen in his life was a normal thing.

Three years ago, he thought seeing a woman crying while writing was just a way his brain found to deal with his own creative process and the frustrations coming with it. But the story was getting too complex, the scenes were getting too detailed. There’s no way he knew sonnet 18 by Shakespeare by heart to create that kind of scene. He didn’t even know it by heart in Korean!

He couldn’t complain. He was nervous about his solo tour and his album and seeing her in his dreams gave him a warm sensation of calmness. He hasn’t heard her voice many times, so listening to the teacher in his dreams reading that poem with such devotion made him happy. He closed his eyes, still in bed, trying to replay it in his mind. The big smile and kind eyes shining so bright while talking about the sonnet with so much passion… His heart shrinks a little, the good kind of pain, he wishes he could see her for real, if she’s real. She must be. She has to.

He knew that feeling wouldn’t leave him, even if he tried, the warmth, the pull and the want to see her one more time. This would follow him for the rest of the day and he was getting used to it after such a long time.

He didn’t know what to do. Yoongi knew people would say he’s crazy if he dared to talk about this out loud. So, he resorted to his old friends, the yellow notepad and the pencil. And just like the other times she followed him in his mind, he wrote her another song.

To be continued.

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[dcynight]

💖 Shippy Facts / Headcanons 💖

[[ bc if I don’t put this here I’ll forget to stick some of this on my blog later lmao ]]

SUN AND MOON ARE TECHNICALLY A THING IN MOST VERSES! (I get asked if people can ship with them both at the same time and the answer is YES ABSOLUTELY!) 90% of the time though, in ALL their verses, they are both just very oblivious to the fact they might be considered a couple to most. So if you ever actually ASK them if they are, they tend to say no at first or get flustered or just flat out not answer. So for clarity sake: YEAH THEY ARE, THEY’RE JUST STUPID. BUT THEY ARE OPEN SO YES YOU CAN SMOOCH THEM BOTH.

While Sun is easily more approachable and probably the easiest to fluster, flatter, or just pursue in general. Moon on the other hand is very difficult to have come around. So if your muse is interested in him, it WILL take more time and effort with him. Will he mess with you and MAYBE flirt? Yes. Does he mean anything by it? Most likely not.

If you DO wanna know how to get Moon to open up a little more, the biggest thing you can do is spend time with him. Easier said than done since he makes it clear he likes being by himself. I can guarantee you though if you actually show initiative and a WANT to hang out with him and speak to him. Chances are, he’ll eventually start coming around and being more talkative. He’s used to being the back-burner character in the daycare and in general. He’s not as bubbly and interactive/social as Sun, so he tends to think very little of himself. So someone ACTUALLY wanting to seek him out first usually tugs at his heart strings.

Now, with Sun- While he normally tries his best not to come off too strong towards people. He CAN be very…. Obvious, with his affection. If you’ve ever seen him fawn over Freddy or Moon or just- whoever holds a big place in his heart. You can TELL he’s got it bad… He does his best to try and dial it back the best he can, but he’s a very emotional guy out of the two of them. He feels everything very intensely and he often gets VERY giddy whenever anyone gives him any sort of attention. So he gets crushes very easily and sometimes in certain cases this ends up being a bad thing too SDGHFDDF

[astrxlfinale]

Knowing a partner well can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

Repost it up. No reblogging.

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NAME: Jace

PRONOUNS : He/Him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : Tbh DMs and Discord are the best way to go. If I'm ever calling you up in 4k, we've probably know each other for a hella long while at this point in this hobby. lol

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Caelus (Honkai Star Rail)

BEST EXPERIENCE : In particular it was a RP in my manga days of RP with my Oga Tatsumi muse. Me and a bunch of Nintendo related muses (After playing the hilarious spectacle of Shut up and Jam Gaiden, proceeded to do a shounen-esque RP of basketball that went into comical perfection. Rosalina Nintendo did indeed nuke everyone at the end with her Cosmic, universal shattering dunk.

It was GLORIOUS.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS :

:| So uh, there may be a bit to this.

Trauma/Stress Dumping: The #1 that will have me done at the drop of a hat. Since I even began rp'ing it's always been this thing, people seeking other folks/people who offer up solid chill times to just go and vent the entire world and then some onto them. Mind you a lot of these interactions being with strangers likely known for a week at most.

This literally has no changed a lick since middle school. Unless I've known you for a considerable amount of time, this is the easiest way to proceed breaking all contact with me.

Not to have this confused with venting on your own blog/space. I accept and always respect that boundary. Just do not use talking as an opportunity to lean into such subject matter. It's one of the central reasons I'm really careful in joining group chats to begin with. There is a difference in telling me that a day was rough/bullshit, AND letting me know of particular territory to be watchful for in discussion, then just using me as an outlet. Especially in what I take for a hobby.

Socializing =/= Writing time: While I enjoy the social aspect of RP in it's nature. I never want to be in a position where the hangout time I spend with you creates the curve of interaction. That easily exhausts me and takes the fun from things once I'm clued in. Honestly speaking, someone could never talk to me outside sparse words, and we just run around with our muses writing up all sorts of scenarios and it'd work perfectly. This is what I use the website for!

Plotting does not fall under this umbrella. If people need an angle to make their magic work, I'm all for cooperating with you, this again just leans into xyz activities outside the hobby. Stretching yourself too thin in this regard can genuinely screw people over in other long time hang outs too, I've learned that the hard way.

Reference of Son/Daughter talk in mention to the muse in question: While I've first seen it on this website, in the same vein it's made me incredibly goddamn tired as it reels directly into the conversation involving the infantalization of muses. This likely strikes the highs for me into terms of 'Fandom Curses' alongside 'One character quality defines the whole character in question.'. Let's not even get started into fandom habits shaping the perception of a character OUTSIDE of canon content. Having muses that had to deal with the primary talk point here, I've just said to hell with giving many things or people a chance.

It just comes off as a really weird practice to me. It leans off heavily into the realm of character disrespect on top of that, as these idealized fandom notions. (For Example: Kingdom Heart's Aqua being relegated to 'Momqua'.) It gets too 'family' oriented in a sense where these accomplished characters can't really explore the depth of both their struggles, triumphs and lows. So if you seen me avoid that like the plague, that's exactly why.

'Comfort Character' Projection: It aligns a smidgen with the above. But no, have no expectation that I'll ever be a source to live out these particulars with you if I happen to play that very muse. I've again not hesitated to cut off connections at all when people attempt to wire these expectations onto me. My iteration of the muse is exactly what you signed up for by following me, respect that, just as I respect your boundaries.

MUSE PREFERENCES: If we're talking about the TYPE of muse I enjoy? Delinquent muses take the penultimate crown. I love those rowdy but firm hearted types.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Throw both at me. Now days I've gotten particularly more experienced into the plotting department. In the same vein I can't have it entirely streamlined either. I gotta let the muses breathe their breaths and exercise their own voice and actions.

That said? Memes are eternal, just throw those in anyday of the week, even if they're in the old logs of my blog. I never mind that. Just the prompts and scenarios alone can spark forth some vivid ideas/adventures that do lead into plotting. So hell, both sides win.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Either is good. Though, a forewarning that I CAN wind up getting wordy. This never has to be matched as I'm just a sucker for details.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : For me, it's normally times outside the midday. It's usually when I'm available, as you'd come to see me around mornings or nights. (Also it's the best focus time.)

I say normally however, there's also plenty of times I'd just be hanging around on/off periodically.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : Outside of some brazen qualities. Not really no!

Tagged by: Not a soul! Yoinked it up myself.

Tagging: If you feel like lettin' the world know, then by all means!

[abyssembraced]

okay, easier (?) one: 17. which muse would spend a night in a haunted place for $20?

20 QUESTIONS FOR MULTI-MUSE BLOGS! (Still accepting!)

Funnily enough, pretty much all of them, I think. Or at least, they wouldn't be afraid to do it.

(Also going under a cut because this one also got really long dhshshf)

Like-- Ghost Doesn't Care. For one, they can probably just see and interact with any spirits in the building thanks to the Dream Nail, but even if they can't, they wouldn't be bothered. They also don't need to sleep, so if they need to fight off evil ghosts for an entire night, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ they will dgdhshdhf. No big deal, they've done it before!

Only thing is that I don't think they'd be all too interested in the "reward" for doing it. If that was their only reason to do it, then they might just not bother. 20 Geo isn't much, and even if that amount was higher, they probably wouldn't be in desperate need of it. For a Charm or something though, or to help someone out? Yeah they'd do it!

Similarly, Papyrus would also be fine with it! Ghosts are just a natural species of monster in his world(s)! Nothing to be afraid of! Undyne even has one as a neighbour!! ...Are you just inviting him to a sleepover with them in an unnecessarily weird and mysterious way? Dgshddhfhs. But also similarly, I don't think he'd care too much about 20G? Though also actually, while Paps wouldn't be afraid of ghosts because they're just People to him, uh. That also means you're asking him to spend the night with a bunch of People he's never met before. Which! Is pretty Weird! And also maybe a little Suspicious if you're trying to bribe him with 20G to make him do it. And also if you're asking him to break into a ghost monster's house while they're not there and sleep in it then uh No, he's not committing Ghost Crimes dgshdhfs. So I could see him refusing just based on that! But he could also be convinced to do it pretty easily. Depends on the context and who's asking him to do it, I guess.

Kirby also would absolutely do it! Those ghosts in that building are just new friends for him to make! He's not concerned about them being malicious in the slightest---even if they were, he knows he's more than strong enough to handle it. But also once again, I don't think he'd care about the money dgshdhf. If he's offered food for it though? Oh absolutely he's doing it. Though even just the idea of new friends and a comfy place to sleep might be enough for him.

Meta Knight... Actually he'd probably be more interested if the ghosts were malicious. Powerful enemies he can fight and test his skills against? Hell yes sign him up. And if they pose any sort of threat to Dream Land or Planet Popstar as a whole? No need to tell him twice, he's investigating it immediately. But otherwise, he probably wouldn't be interested. He has more important things to do.

Magolor is. Interesting. I do think it could be funny if he was afraid of ghosts, but I'd have to check his dialogue again to see if there's anything that would support or go against that. He'd want to avoid the possibility of getting possessed ever again for sure. And if those ghosts happen to be at all Dark Matter-related then he is definitely staying the hell away from there. However! He's also my one muse who would be the most interested in the money being offered. So I could see him doing it just for that. His magic should be more than strong enough to fight off any aggressive spirits, at least.

Rouxls, I'm... Not completely sure. Maybe it depends on who's asking him? If it's a teenager or a child, like someone from the Fun Gang, then he probably wouldn't have time for their "childish games". If it's an authority figure he's already trying to suck up to? Yeah, absolutely he will in order to please them, but frankly he'd do pretty much anything they ask. Anyone else? ...I'm still leaning toward No, because he has work to do, especially if this is when he's still working for King and thus is already extremely overworked. But maybe if he needed the money?? I'm not sure.

I could see Kay doing it just for fun, I think. Though if anything I think it'd be more likely for her to be the one making the $20 offer to someone like Sebastian dgshshf

GLaDOS is the only one that would 100% be a No, and I don't think there's anything you can do to convince her otherwise. I'm... Not sure how she feels about ghosts, actually---yes, she's a woman of Science, but I could also totally see Aperture (or at least Cave Johnson) believing in ghosts specifically because they want to find some way to exploit them lmao. And I mean. Cave did mess around with alternate universes, so like-- that feels at least Somewhat similar??

Regardless, whether or not the building has ghosts in it isn't the problem. GLaDOS herself is a massive building, so uh. Good luck getting her inside it dgdhshf. Technically you could remove her core from her chassis and stick that in the building, but uh. No. Absolutely not. She's never agreeing to that. That's where the real problem is dhsshhff. Even if she remains in her core and isn't turned into a potato again, she's still pretty much helpless since she can't really move. If you're going to remove her from her body, you'll have to do it by force. And besides, she has Important Testing to do instead, thank you very much. And actually, what perfect timing, as it seems she's just found her next test subject! You.

Caroline I could see doing it, if only because Aperture was desperate for money. But as GLaDOS? No way.

[daybreakrising]

and now that i am Thinking about it (listen, it was my profession for 5 years & i was an amateur for ten years prior to that), here is a list of my hyv muses (main roster only) ranked by their ability to sew:

m.enogias - the master. this man probably invented a number of the techniques still used in current day t.eyvat. there is nothing he cannot do, and nothing he doesn't know. if alive in current day, he has of course taken the time to learn any new skills that have developed in his absence. he must remain the master.

t.homa - this housekeeper has many talents besides cleaning. we know he can knit/crochet (he knows both) and of course he knows how to sew as well. whilst he does do repairs to the wardrobes of his lord and lady, most of his skills go towards making sure the other staff in the estate are always looking their best. he has also offered his skills to the people of i.nazuma who are less fortunate.

n.atasha - she doesn't just stitch up people, but clothes too. much of what she does is repair work, but she's made clothes for the orphans of the underworld from time to time. she learned most of her sewing skills after coming to the underworld as a doctor, though she started her learning as a younger girl.

b.aizhu - similar to n.atasha, only b.aizhu learnt to sew clothes before people. growing up in a poorer village, clothes were readily mended before replaced, and he made sure to learn young.

vautrin; b.eidou - learned to sew out of necessity, both for personal needs and as a result of their chosen profession. very adept at the basics, and could probably pick up more complicated skills if required.

w.riothesley; blade; b.oothill; s.ethos; c.yno - can sew, but only learned the very basics required to patch up clothes damaged in combat (blade; b.oothill; s.ethos; c.yno), or worn out through a less than comfortable lifestyle (w.riothesley; s.ethos; c.yno). both w.rio and blade can also stitch up wounds, the former learning first out of necessity and then from s.igewinne; the latter because it's easier to do it himself and wait until his rapid healing kicks in.

k.aveh - similar to the above, only with less practical experience (so far). will probably rank higher over time if he continues to learn, but it isn't a great passion of his.

razor; g.orou; l.uka - technically, they are capable of sewing a seam. it is, however.... not pretty. a repair job would be functional at best, probably hold for a few days, and then inevitably fall apart. of these three, razor is the most competent out of necessity for his lifestyle, but his stitching is crude and rough and frequently needs redoing. l.uka now finds it more difficult with his metal arm, but teeth are often a good substitute for pulling needles through fabric if necessary.

dr. r.atio - knows how to sew in theory, but has never put it into practice. studied techniques and skills, both from texts and from observing professionals, simply out of interest for knowledge, has no desire to test out any of those skills. is probably capable of it, but impossible to know how it would turn out.

z.hongli - has never tried. is aware of many skills and techniques (one cannot spend too long around m.enogias without learning a thing or two) but would rather leave things to professionals.

g.allagher; b.eisht - have never tried. could probably sew a button if they needed to, but haven't ever needed to. one is an entity who takes many forms, the other is a god who takes many forms. clothing gets damaged? oh, would you look at that - it's magically fixed.

[shadowedresolve]

one thing i really like to explore (as most of you probably know by now lol) is the adults' reactions to the metaverse, and the supernatural being real. it's something i really like to explore in all media tbh, people coming to terms with that sort of thing and how it affects them (zenkichi's exposure to the jail for the first time is one of my favorite scenes in strikers haha) - but i do see it slightly differently for toshiro and zenkichi??

toshiro... i would not say he takes it any better than zenkichi at all. he's just as shocked and overwhelmed if not moreso, thinks he's crazy or dreaming, and can clearly barely handle what's happening at several obvious points throughout the game. and zenkichi is similar when he experiences the metaverse for the first time!but i feel like after their respective games, toshiro's kind of almost... adapted it to it more, compared to zenkichi??

actually, that's not quite right, because zenkichi adapts pretty well too actually! it's more like zenkichi spends more time thinking about it post-canon - about how much his worldview has been changed, how he now knows a crazy secret that the majority of the rest of the world does not, and how it feels like it's a big deal that makes him feel a little separate from everyone else. not in an arrogant way, but like... "wow, these people have no idea, and i was the same for so long, and i also had no idea." he probably feels bad sometimes like they deserve to know, but he knows he'd be dismissed as crazy, so he can't talk about it except with the PT. of course he's very careful not to start thinking of himself as better than others because of it, but. it fucks with him.

in contrast, toshiro... doesn't think about it as much. i mean - he definitely still does. sometimes he's stunned by just how crazy his reality is, tbh, and he still feels shaken about all the things he now knows/has experienced. but he's more focused on how much his worldview/mindset has changed, and how he's grown as a person more than anything else. THAT'S what stuns him the most. which zenkichi does too, but! i think toshiro being younger than zenkichi and the sheer craziness/constant shit going on in his game also makes it easier for him to accept, though him being older than the kids makes it harder than it was for them, too.

idk it's just so much fun to think about sometimes!! i love thinking about how other people/muses who don't know about the metaverse would react to their knowledge, too. i'd love to explore that in a thread, but it's hard to find the right chance, since most muses i interact with are obviously already knowledgeable about the supernatural.

[fe-fictions]

I got a prompt. Robin getting a little jealous when Frederick starts to spend more time with their daughter Marc but towards the end, Frederick gives her flowers as an apology. Extra points if Marc also gives her flowers.

(I finally got this one finished! I needed more FredRobin in my life,,, figured it was time to bring back the royal family of my heart U V U )

When Marc was found among the future children, Frederick was somehow even more elated than when Morgan appeared.

It wasn’t because he “loved her more”, which both you and your son teased him for. Rather, he was elated that he had not one, but two children to call his own!

Not only that, but now he had a son and a daughter- he couldn’t ask for more. So now that he had Marc to spend time with, he took every spare moment he had to get to know her.

You thought it was precious how Frederick hung onto her every word, listening to the tales of her life. The only problem was it came at the cost of your own quality time together. And the void was becoming more apparent with every passing day. 

He was getting up earlier, so that he could teach Marc how to start the morning campfires, before the two of them would go on their morning patrols (which were little more than glorified walks).

“It’s been a little while since you and I went on a sunrise patrol, dear.” You would point out to him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“We shall patrol later in the evening. This particular valley is beautiful when the sun rises above it; I wish to show Marc. She tells me that she’d rarely have time to appreciate the dawn in her timeline- it was far too dangerous.”

“Of course.” Like you would dare to argue with that. Instead you smiled and gave him a kiss, “Hurry back- it’s awfully cold in here when I’m on the bedroll alone.”

“Yes, my sweet.” 

The response was always reassuring, but every time you drifted off and would wake up again an hour or two later, Frederick never came back.

Typically by that time, he was either training with Marc and teaching her, a Mage class, how to fight valiantly with a sword and spear.

Other times the pair were gallivanting off to the kitchen so he could teach her how to make morning tea for her mother and brother (the royal family’s as well, naturally).

This had been going on for nearly a month. 

However, this particular morning, you aimed to do something about it.

With a yawn and a stretch that resulted in a few pops here and there, you emerged from your tent into the misty gray of early morning.

“Mother!”  

Morgan’s cheery voice greeted you first thing, the young man bounding up to you with a spring in his step few could find right after waking. Likely a trait he inherited from his father.

“Good morning, Morgan- did you sleep well?”

“Well enough,” He replied, offering his arm for you to take. “I meant to spar with Father last night, but he and Marc had already trained. It’s easier to sleep well after a training session with him.” 

“He does demand a lot of energy in a spar, doesn’t he?” You mused, the two of you heading towards the mess hall. “Well, you’ve been able to spend time with him in other ways, haven’t you?”

“Oh, certainly! Father, Marc and I will polish weaponry together, review the stock in our storerooms and repair armor together…oh, and just the other day we went to the river to wash the linens from the medical tent!”

“I’m glad the three of you are getting on, then.” You replied carefully, “But Morgan, what about time with just you and your father? When’s the last time the two of you were together?”

His brow furrowed, “I’m not sure, Mother…maybe a month ago, or so? Marc really likes to spend time with Father, probably because he’s the most familiar person to her, besides me.”

“That makes sense. I hate to think about where I am in Marc’s timeline, but I know she's more comfortable with him. Does it bother you that you’re not able to be with your father as often?”

“No, not at all! I don’t mind having less one on one time with him. Marc seems like she needs it a lot more.”

“So you don’t miss him at all?” You quirked an eyebrow, and Morgan hesitated. He was far too considerate and kind to admit that he was jealous of Marc’s monopolization of his other parent.

“I can’t miss him, I spend plenty of time with him!” Morgan laughed, though it quickly died when you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Even though you used to have him all to yourself and now, all of a sudden, you don’t?”

“W-well, I figured we’d piece together a schedule at some point, after we got used to having Marc with us! I just didn’t think it’d take a month.” He admitted, and you nodded.

“I have a sneaking suspicion that your father doesn’t realize how much time he’s spending with your sister over us. If he didn’t recognize it weeks ago, he won’t now. Maybe we should have a chat with them about it.”

It didn’t take long for the mess hall to fill with Shepherds, your usual spot at the end of your table already reserved by a handsome knight and his lovely daughter.

You found them setting your plates, already loaded with the hardy breakfasts that made armies strong. 

And both greeted you with glowing smiles.

“Good morning, Mother!” Marc chirped, quick to your side to wrap you in a big hug. You smiled at your sweet daughter, glad to reciprocate.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I did! Papa taught me how to make this type of herbal tea that helps you sleep better. It’s worked wonders for me! Do you know how to make it?”

“I actually don’t,” You remarked as you sat down, “Usually he runs off to make it for me. Although lately I’ve found it difficult to pin him down long enough to brew me some.”

“Are you not sleeping well, my love?” Frederick piped up, taking your hand to help you to your seat. “I will gladly make you some tonight, if you wish.”

“Assuming you’re in bed at a decent hour- lately you’ve been coming to sleep around the same time I do! Which is way too late with your schedule.”

“That is explainable- Marc and I have been going on patrols later in the evenings so we might be able to stargaze once the rounds are done. She’s quite knowledgeable on astrology.”

She giggled as if on cue,  her eyes glimmering with excitement.

“The stars are always so beautiful when the nights are clear- whenever I’d take my wyvern up back home, I’d spend hours just tracking the constellations and planets.”

“I’m glad to see you sharing so much knowledge with each other. Though…Morgan and I were hoping to speak with you about a rather serious matter.”

“Oh?” Frederick set down beside you, the two children following suit across the table. Marc nudged Morgan’s shoulder, grinning at him.

“What did you do, Brother?”

“I didn’t do anything!” He protested quickly, “Besides, if anyone’s in trouble, it’s you, Marc.”

“Me? I’ve never done a thing wrong in my life!” She joked, though Frederick was surprised by Morgan’s offhand comment.

“What are you talking about?”

“No one’s done anything wrong,” You chided the children, “It’s just that Morgan and I have noticed that we’re not seeing very much of you, Frederick.”

“That can’t be true- I see both of you every day!”

“Yes, in council meetings and at the end of a long night, for me. And with Morgan, you two are typically doing tasks alongside Marc, yes?”

“Hmm…yes, I suppose that’s true,” Frederick conceded, mulling his schedule over. “But that does prove my point, doesn’t it?”

“What about the time you spend alone with him? And myself?” You pressed, your calculating gaze impossible to miss as you took a bite of breakfast.

Frederick’s expression became even more serious. He appeared to be going back through his schedule, but he wasn’t able to find anything to prove otherwise.

“And what about you, Marc? When’s the last time you and Mother were off doing something with just the two of you? Or you and me? I haven’t had a chance to hang out with you without Father there- no offense, Father.” 

You smiled softly when poor Frederick’s face paled, realizing that he had indeed been spending more time with his daughter than anybody else.

“Oh, dear…I’ve been neglecting the two of you, haven’t I?” He realized with a deep frown, trying not to bury his face in his hands. He couldn’t afford to do such a thing now when he had to make things right.

But to say he was ashamed of himself was an understatement.

“It’s not that big a deal, Freddybear. I was just wondering when I’d get a turn with you again, that’s all.” You mused, patting his shoulder.

Marc looked sheepishly to her brother, an apologetic smile on her lips.

“Ahh…I’m sorry too, Brother. I didn’t realize how little time I was spending with you! It’s just…Papa’s the one I remember the most from the future…a-and we were always together! I guess it just felt right to spend time with him.”

“Sure, I get it. The gaps in your memory make it a little easier to stick with what you can remember.”

“It’s not easy, but…I do want to spend time with you and Mother,” She continued, looking over at you as well. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was hogging Papa. You need one-on-one time with him, too!”

“And they shall have it. I will adjust my schedule so that I can spend an equal amount of time with each of you, at least! I love you far too much to let such a travesty happen again.” He decided, nodding to himself as though he already came to his decision.

You smiled gently, patting his hand. “Thank you for being so considerate of us. We did miss you.” You joked, winking at your daughter, “And I look forward to spending more time with my daughter; I feel that there’s much to learn about you that I haven’t discovered yet.”

“Of course, Mama! I can hardly wait to spend more time iwth you! Shall we go right now? We could discuss my newwest spell casting techniques I created!”

“Oh? I’d be very interested to learn more. But maybe after breakfast.” You gestured to the meals waiting to be wolfed down.

Morgan was glad to, with great gusto.

You and Frederick watched as the children chomped down their food and excitedly chittered with each other about their plans for the day. You nudged his shoulder giving him a small smile.

“Do you think this is what it’ll be like when we have kids?”

“I would imagine so,” He remarked quietly, nudging you back, “Though we won’t know until we have them.”

“I guess we’ll just have to start trying to find out.”

“Robin, please, we’re in the middle of war-”

“No time like the present, dear-”

“There are far better times, not in the present!” He laughed, “I admire your, uh, eagerness to start our family properly, though. I’d be lying if these two haven’t been a convincing argument to start building our own little family in this timeline.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You hummed, taking his hand under the table and giving it a soft squeeze.

The family continued the day, everyone going about their schedules and feeling far more chipper now that the matter had been resolved.

While you wouldn’t see Frederick again until later that evening, he did surprise you by coming home sooner rather than later.

And when the tent flap opened, you spotted a sweet bouquet of wildflowers in his hand as the tent was latched shut.

“I see you’re still working away, the night,” He commented while he closed the distance, smiling at the happy blush on your cheeks.

“I was, but now I’ll have to busy myself with these flowers you’ve brought me,” You hummed, taking in the delicate scent “What’s the occasion for these, hm?”

“They’re an apology for being such a poor husband. I know you were being quite a good sport about it this morning, but you weren’t wrong that I was being neglectful of you and Morgan in favor of spending time with Marc. I hope you can forgive my short sightedness.”

“While I will admit that I felt a bit jealous ad neglected over your prioritizing time with Marc, I know it wasn't intentional. But thank you for these…they’re beautiful.” You gladly received your gift, making plans to dry and press them later since it would be far prejferred to trying to keep them alive in a vase with a constantly moving caravan.

Frederick offered his hand to you, allowing him to pull you into his chest so that he might have you close.

“You know that I lvoe you very much, right?” He asked softly, his gaze warm in the glow of candlelight.

You nodded, a soft blush warm on your skin. “I do. And I love you too, Frederick. I hope you won’t forget that when our third child comes from the future.”

He laughed, “you don’t think we already have our hands full with two? If our future selves honestly think we could possibly manage a third, they were more ludicrous than we thought-”

“Give your future yourself a little credit- this is you we’re talking about.” You giggled, leaning in close to receive a well-deserved and long overdue kiss.

You broke apart only when you heard the tap knocking at your tent. Marc’s petite frame was silhouetted by the candlelight, prompting your her father to open the flap.

“Yes, dear? Is there something you need?” Frederick asked immediately, always on high alert for his children.

Marc gestured to you past him, hiding something behind her back.

“I was hoping to give Mama something, if that’s all right.”

“I don’t see why not- your father gave mea beautiful bouquet, and now I get a rpesnt from my daughter, too? What a lovely surprise!”

“Aww, he already gave you a bouquet?” She looked at the wildflowers with wide eyes, disappointed that her plot had been foiled. “Well, that kind of ruins what I planned for you!”

“Did you bring me flowers, too?” You grinned, impossible for you to conceal your joy. “Oh, Marc!”

“I did, Mama.” She produced the flowers from behind her back, revealing a very similar bunch of blossoms that all but matched the ones from Frederick.

“Thank you, both of you! Was this the plan all along?” You wondered, combining the two bouquets so that it was twice as beautiful.

“It was not, actually-” Frederick glanced at his daughter, “I guess we’re much more similar than we first thought, hm?” 

“Great minds think alike!” Marc was practically glowing with joy, “I hope you can forgive me too, Mama. I want to spend time with you and Morgan too, so get ready! You’re gonna see a lot more of me than ever before.”

“I look forward to it.” You grinned, giving her a warm hug. “All is forgiven, so don’t worry about a thing.”

“I’m glad,” She pulled back, catching her father’s hand. “Then I’ll leave the two of you alone- I’ve got some work to take care of before I go to bed tonight.”

“Don’t stay up much longer- it’s important you rest well.” Frederick reminded her (likely for the thousandth time in the future and present). 

“I will, Papa!” She promised as she scampered from the tent. You smiled after her, leaning into your husband’s chest. 

“We’re going to have a very rich future, Frederick. I can hardly wait…can you?”

“Loathe as I am to admit it…I’d love to start our future now.” He sighed happily, “Instead, we’ll simply have to prepare oursel 

He trailed off, his arms wrapping even tighter around you, hoisting you up onto his waist. You squealed in delight, hands on his shoulders to keep from falling.

“Freddybear-!”

“As soon as it’s just the two of us, you’re not leaving my sight for a long time.” He vowed, the last exchange you would have before he kissed you senseless.

You hoped he made good on that promise, when the time came. Just having him back in your arms again was a heavenly sensation.

You would wake to the sweet scent of wildflowers that morning, held intimately to your husband’s chest and luxuriating in the sun’s glow.

It was a memory you would hold terribly dear.

[venalier]

Wuthering Heights: Has your muse ever found themself in a toxic or destructive relationship? Who was the other party? How did it end?

       　´ ✱ ‾‾‾‾   classic literature asks.

i was thinking about this the other day when i was riffling through caeldori's s-support convos again and remembered this throwaway line from m!corrin's s-support:

Caeldori: Why do I always fall in love with men who never love me back? In the Deeprealms, I fell in love with my guardian…who was married. With kids. And after I left, I fell for someone who turned out to be engaged to another.

the second one's kind of an odd mention because as far as the game narrative is concerned, caeldori leaves her deeprealm to fight alongside her father and corrin's army, and jumps right into doing just that the moment she steps out. there presumably isn't any sort of span of time where she's left to her own devices. the implication here would be that this second unrequited love she mentions is someone in the army — probably some npc somewhere off screen.

anyway, the answer to the question is yes, and this person was it.

it's a wartime situation with a lot of changing factors in who they're fighting and the nature of their enemy and the fate of the whole world, which means there's a lot of uncertainty and probably, if they were considering finally bringing the gen2 units on board instead of keeping them continuously safe in the deeprealms, one where they were starting to need the help of anyone who could and was willing to fight.

it's fairly likely this was a man who had left his engagement back home, either nohr or hoshido or elsewhere, to join the front lines. and that time, distance, and threat of life made him more open to caeldori's affections than he would've been otherwise. she was freshly out of her very insular deeprealm life, exposed for the first time in her life to an enormous array of people, to "real life" as she saw it, and as such very naive and very eager to prove herself. she romanticized just about everything about being able to now spread her wings, so to speak — this relationship included.

and on his part, he probably didn't intend for it to go anywhere at the start; he saw her as lord tsubaki's earnest and hardworking daughter and there wasn't really anything harmful about being on good terms with her or if she wanted to talk to him and spend time with him here and there. it's not as if they were anything; and when caeldori, driven person that she is, unconsciously developed feelings and wanted more, he just didn't say no.

it's worth noting she says specifically "i fell for someone who turned out to be engaged to another", which forms most of the basis here.

in the end, she found out — whether because he finally told her himself or through some other means, and the fallout was pretty bad. she essentially ghosted because that was easier than confronting her shame, and they only had one conversation when he sought her out again, which started out civil enough but quickly turned accusatory and defensive on both sides. afterwards, though they saw each other here and there over the course of the war, they never interacted with each other past what was necessary, and caeldori took quite a long time to fully get over how she felt. she believes he simply lied and took advantage of her feelings, though how much of that is the truth was never something she thought or wanted to find out.

[doctorknightley]

📝 kirby

Their first impression: "How does one person manage to get injured so quickly? I should probably plan ahead and set aside some of our supplies for them."

Their current impression: "I'm not sure why people find it so surprising I consider them my best friend. They are one of most creative and wittiest people I've ever met. He's fearless and fun, that hasn't always been a part of my life, so I appreciate them for it."

What they like the most about your muse: That Kirby is so unapologetically themselves at all times, regardless of who they're interacting with. Spending time together watching movies, even if half of them are weird.

What they dislike the most about your muse: That Kirby doesn't seem to believe they're a good friend. How they hold everything in until it overflows.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): The first friend Knightley made, not just in Huntsville but in his whole life. That's his best friend.

A general opinion of their relationship: He appreciates how reassuring they've been over seeing him as a friend instead of just a doctor. The insecurity is still there that if he's not useful to Kirby they'll eventually find a better friend with more to offer.

If applicable, something they wish to reveal: "I wish you'd speak as highly about yourself as you do your friends. You're a good person. Those of us who call you our friend wouldn't be half as happy if you weren't here. This town is hell, but you make it easier to smile."

[the-haunted-office]

(For Cyrus, because.)

your name: Ed

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: Considering your comfort level leaving the control room, I think a night in would be best?

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: I'm happy with either, though I can't have peanuts, soy or gluten. Although... I know you said caffeine is toxic, so chocolate probably counts too? then maybe strawberries and whipped cream?

What's your perfect date?: March 15, 44 BC

Would you cook for me?: Sure, though complexity of meal will depend on spoons available

Would you let me cook for you?: Sure, but I have... A List of things that will kill me that would make that difficult.

Can we make-out?: As friends? Let's take things slow, if you're into that.

Make out in private or in public?: see above.

Do you like to cuddle?: yes!

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: I'm happy with either, pending your comfort.

Couch or bed?: I'm not picky.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: uh... coding,

Tell me something about you no else knows: uh... shit what haven't I told Doomsday? I want to learn pottery and glass blowing, make my own tea sets. There was a point when I was in college where I thought about opening a tea shop and selling em along with my own custom tea blends. I could have made it work, considering I also have a degree in business management.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: I want to get to know you better.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I try to make the people around me comfortable, and like to make them laugh.

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION.

Cyrus is... well, quite frankly stunned to be receiving a Valentine's Day application at all, much less one from Ed.

He takes several minutes to read it over, several times, making sure he understands the expectations correctly. It's a relief that this is all platonic in nature, not because he doesn't like Ed or see himself liking Ed romantically, but because... he doesn't feel ready for that, and if this was Ed's way of confessing some sort of romantic feelings, then Cyrus didn't know how he was going to address that. He might have asked Thursday for assistance in dealing with such a thing, but, well...

Since it seems he doesn't have to be having that conversation, however, that makes things a whole lot easier. They can simply spend time together as friends, getting to know each other better, and perhaps from there, who knows what may come of it. That is a whole lot easier to face than a flat out love confession, unprepared.

Later, it may surprise Ed for him to find Cyrus up and out of his control booth. He's been trying to make more of an effort of leaving it, at least once a week. Today seemed like a good enough day to get out of it.

"Ed. Hello. I, ah... received your invitation to be your Valentine," he says, awkwardly, presenting him with said application. "I have to say, I am most surprised, and most flattered. I don't believe I have ever been anyone's Valentine, so if I am behaving awkward on the subject, I do apologize. I'd be delighted to return the sentiment. Shall we, um..." He pauses so as to refer back to the application, then returns his nervous gaze to the younger man. "Perhaps partake in these strawberries and whipped cream together? While sitting down for some tea?"

[kowaindar0u]

✿ ◈ (sadafudo because the world needs more of them)

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✿ do their music tastes align? are there some things they clash on?

oh man. huh. what kind of music would fudou listen to???

I think sada could appreciate just about any kind of music but of course probably likes best anything upbeat and energetic.

fudou's music taste is probably like... 1/3 easy listening, 1/3 angry emo stuff, and 1/3 karaoke hits ??

So... I think where their overlap would be most is the karaoke stuff LOL. Fudou might be alright with some of sada's stuff but some of it might be a bit much for him, it depends on his mood. and of course sada tries not to listen to the sad stuff too much. though... i feel like if he noticed fudou had taken a liking to some of it, he'd like... give it a thoughtful listen to try and get what fudou's feeling with it yknow?? HMM

(also LMAO this song popped into my head when thinking about sada's music taste)

◈ what was your muse’s first impression of the other? how did it change over time?

Fudou probably thought Sada was too happy-go-lucky and loud (especially if like... fudou is hungover when he first encounters him, that would not make a good first impression lol) and annoying.

And on that same thing I think at very first meeting, Sada thought Fudou was just irritable and snappish.

But then after spending more time around him, and with others who know him, Sada could clearly see that Fudou has some heavy struggles and has unfortunately come to try and soothe them with an unhealthy coping mechanism. He can acknowledge that it doesn't always make things easier for those around him, and it's not exactly responsible, but he finds it hard to really hold that against him when Sada can tell that Fudou is, actually, trying his best.

And Fudou comes to learn that while Sada is indeed loud and happy, and still sometimes annoys him with it, it's actually really valuable to have as, well, a friend (or more). He's always trying to encourage Fudou and talk him up when he's down on himself, and tries to help him take care of himself when he's having a hard time. And he also sees the way he lights up the others around him-- Shokudaikiri clearly loves him a lot, Tsurumaru finds him as a little buddy when they're doing silly mischief together, and he even makes Ookurikara smile sometimes, so... clearly he's just a very shining light that he can't help but want to stick around.

[fangsnfair]

"really? you already look pretty good-- i mean strong," he commented, glad his back was to the other now as he blushed at his flub. "yeah... good and strong..." he wasn't sure if the other had flexed on purpose, or if he was simply moving, but the fairy knew that whatever it was he was bound to get distracted. the last thing he needed to do while getting the man to help him was completely freeze on the stairs or worse, make them go too far, all because he was staring. if anyone asked, though, he turned around so it would be easier for him to lead.

"wait, do you really? now i feel like a bit of an ass, i can't believe i haven't noticed you there before. i definitely would have noticed you." in the fairy's defense he hadn't been fully himself in a long time now and rather than spending most of his nights out on the town, like he used too, he was hiding away in his apartment. hell. that's why he got this loveseat. he wanted something comfortable that he could lounge on while reading. "i've never thought about it but i probably wouldn't spend my nights off at work either... you could always catch a movie at the theater or, if the sharks and other mer's aren't feeling territorial, you could always go for a swim at the lake." he offered as he turned back to look over his shoulder at tristan, as best he could, with a smile. "guess i'm lucky you really didn't have anything to do."

"yeah, sorry. my name is cornelius but most people just call me cj. the full thing is too formal." he mused. "it's nice to meet you tristan."

making it onto the third floors landing, he was stubborn and didn't want to set the loveseat down but was clearly struggling to get the door to the hallway open with his elbow. after trying for a minute longer than he probably should have, while almost all of the loveseats weight was sitting on tristan's chest, he finally gave up and used a bit of his magic to just... open the door. something he could have potentially down to get the couch up here in the first place. "okay. this should be the easy part." with a renewed sense of confidence, he lead them through the doorway and began the long walk down to the other end of the building; down to where his apartment was waiting for them.

"Seriously, it's fine. I don't mind going up a few flights of stairs. I'm stronger than I look," he reassured the other with a wink. He noticed Cornelius look at his arms, and he may have flexed them just a little bit. Just the smallest, teensiest bit. Tristan didn't often show off, but if someone was going to look so obviously, who was he to deny him an even better view? Smiling cheekily, Tristan continued to follow along up the stairs, maneuvering the loveseat as needed.

He didn't struggle with the weight of the seat, just made sure he wasn't pushing Cornelius up the stairs at all as they made their way upwards. "Yeah, I work at one of 'em. I got tonight off, though. No big plans or anything," he explained, thinking about work for only a few seconds before shaking it out of his head. He never really knew what to do with his nights off, hence the evening walk he'd been on prior to helping Cornelius with his loveseat. "You got a name?" He asked after a moment, staring at the back of the other's head. "Mine's Tristan."

[misternygmasir]

//also, if y’all aren’t following my Scarecrow blog, you probably should be.  Just saying.