#i had muse oops

[lucreziasredwyne]

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lucrezia moved with quiet grace as she poured the tea, the soft clink of the ceramic a welcome reprieve from the stillness of the room as she listened closely to his words on his visit to lord caswell; if he looked closely enough, he would have seen the corners of her mouth twitch upward at the sound of his irritation. her hazel eyes, warm and steady, lingered on younes for a moment before she set the teapot down and reached for the sugar. "you are welcome. i will manage the imposition." there was a light hint of amusement in her voice; a random call for younes corbray coming to stay was something she was not expecting this day.

“how much sugar?” she asked, her voice soft, carrying the familiar rhythm of their shared tongue. it felt like a balm, speaking in a language that held the weight of their shared history, their people. at his answer she began to pour it and mix it, circling it with a light swooshing action practiced with the wrist before setting it down before him. "he should write a letter making it clear he is not looking for a wife as of this moment. take himself out of the equation, so you are considered the match." a faint smile touched her lips as she stirred the tea, the gentle swirl of the liquid mirroring the whirl of thoughts in her mind. she handed him the cup, her fingers brushing his briefly—a small, grounding connection in a world that felt increasingly fragmented.

“well, it’s not just imran, is it?” she began, her tone measured but carrying an undercurrent of something deeper. “our people... they’ve never felt so scattered. so distant.” she watched his reaction carefully, the way his features shifted ever so slightly; whilst she were comfortable and willing to host him considering how long they had known one another, it was never at a close distance. she remembered the times their paths had crossed whilst she were at ayca's side, how often she would find herself trying not to laugh too loudly as a girl at his spreading of rumour and gossip, before going on to chide him once the laughter had already slipped out.

“more fragmented than i’ve ever seen,” she continued, her voice softer now. “and no one’s willing to admit it outright.” the flicker of the candlelight danced across her olive-toned skin, as she peered over at him again, maintaining his gaze to assure him she was listening whilst not speaking over him yet; she swirled her own tea now, far more herbal than sweetened with any substance. she leaned back slightly, her gaze drifting to the window where the night sky stretched endlessly. “maybe we’ve all been too busy with our own troubles,” she murmured, turning her gaze back to him. “too consumed by the politics and the whispers. i see it, even here. everyone pulled in different directions, trying to hold on to something that feels like it’s slipping away.”

then again, she saw her husband's kin. they too were wrapped in courtly intrigue and politics, and still found time to spend with one another, keeping up, maintaining their relationships.

closed starter for @lucreziasredwyne setting: younes has gone fishing in the reach, and swung by to his his cousin's wife in omer's absence while he's in town

"...it was a complete waste of my time, of course. lord caswell said imran, or nothing. ruling lord, you know," younes scoffed. lord caswell had clearly failed to grasp what was not even a secret, something that all of the old way knew - imran corbray, the ruling lord of heart's home, was far more content to remain atop his mountain, doing little of anything, and allowing his brother to shoulder the duties he should have taken up himself long ago. and yet, younes did it, with only a little complaint. "so i said i'd carry the message back to the vale, and he said no to that, too. either imran come here himself, or there will be no betrothal. and, well, you know how imran is. he would never come here."

and despite all imran's faults, and all of younes', there was a defensiveness in his expression when he looked at lucrezia then, as though he was waiting for her to say something against his brother, for as all knew that imran corbray was useless, all knew younes would argue until he was blue in the face to defend him, for despite everything, brotherly devotion was hard to kill.

"so i thought rather than waste my visit entirely, i would come an impose myself upon you. though i see that cousin of mine has made himself scarce. i'll try not to take it personally." the smile he gave her was cheeky. he had not asked for permission to come here - he had simply arrived, and hoped that lucrezia would let him in. she was yet to turn him away, and so he felt optimistic about his odds for securing a warm bed in the guest quarters for the night.

he yawned then, evidently making himself at home. he liked being in the homes of others, observing the way they adorned their surroundings in that which said who they were. there was little of that in heart's home now, the walls bare of decorations that had been sold long ago. it was the truth of what he was doing here - stalling for time, knowing he would have to return with news that he had once again failed to secure a bride who would reverse their poor fortune.

"i have to say, i thought there would be more people here," he admitted. "i suppose we only ever really see each other when there's lots of people around. our people, or omer's, you know? silly thought, really, but i never really considered what it would be like here in between all of it."

[melverie]

So in 53-16 in the original, Barbatos mentions that Solomon summoned him with an incantation that he came up with by himself, and Asmo comments this:

Thirteen, meanwhile, explains in 11-10 NB that Solomon's soul used to be extremly shiny when they first met, and while his soul is still sparkling, it has been duller ever since he first summoned Barbatos

We also know that Solomon was on the verge of death at that time since both Thirteen and Barbatos bring it up

So.

Do you guys think Solomon sacrificed a piece of his soul to summon Barbatos for the first time?

[destinedhope]

first post of my warriors headcanons, these ones are honestly the most important ones as this is how i will be writing him even if its not lu, also i apologize for being a bit wordy, as much as i like writing im not very good at it, hense why i only have outlines of aus and none actually written(i can never find the words and coherence to so more), ive also written these in my notes app so might be a bit confusing

as far as how i headcanon his gender, warriors is afab, prefers he/they pronouns, if a parental figure is involved he does not like being referred to their son/daughter but rather they call him their child, likes both masculine and feminine clothing and will regularly switch between them when he is able, if noble titles are involved would rather be called lady/princess/queen/etc(this is importantfor later), sir/mister over ma'am/miss, as a parent he has a preference for being called mom/mother but does like being dad/father almost as much, doesnt really have a preference of being called spouse/wife/husband or variations of by a significant other, if in guredo town would rather be seen as vai then as voe.

warriors is also hella gay, he will see a pretty man and will be completely useless untill one of them leave the vicinity.

i do think hes from a noble family but beyond that i not sure of how highly his family stands in status( this is subject to change depending on the au but for my main hc)

selectively mute, very rarely spoke before or during the war even to those hes closest too, does get more comfortable with speaking after the war, can/will go mute in high stress/emotional situations, he gets frustrated with himself when this happens

ive seen people say hes not good at magic, but i tend to lean towards the opposite end i think hes actually very good at magic, since from what i can remember a lot of his stronger attacks even with the sword have a magic boost to them. that being said he tends to use the fire rod a lot as its his favorite weapon and hes a bit of an arsonist

i think in the conext of lu, hes the go to when someone needs thier clothing mended, he knows how to sew and knit very well as he discovered it was a very relaxing way to realive stress and anxiety loves doing little secret embroidery on his brothers clothes for them to find at a later date

he can also cook several basic meals, although they do tend to be bland, he was tought to cook for efficiency and survival not taste, i do like to think that while with the chain he helps wild out and wild teaches him that cooking can be for fun and not just something for survival

and thats if for headcanons i can think of trying to get the words to explain any of my aus will be a bit harder

[byteing]

i like the idea of some mortals being aligned with Endless in a similar way to people with TM.A avatars. like less extreme, and without ever knowing it in 99% of cases. i think it’s kind of supported by canon too if Despair is anything to go by (see: her competing with her siblings to ‘claim’ a mortal…)

[misc-muses]

"And for my final trick to really bring this birthday home, sleeping under the stars!" She has sleeping bags!

[lyricsxmusings]

        Ever on and on               I continue circling                      With nothing but my hate                             And the carousel of agony

                      Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing                                                  And suddenly I see that I can't break free                                                  I'm slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity

                      ��       With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony                         To tell me who I am! Who I was!               Uncertainty enveloping my mind         Till I can't break free!

[huntershowl-moving]

sometimes, in the midst of all of her dynamics that foster healing, i forget that seph was literally built from the ground up for toxic relationships. my god. (putting my almost-tags under the cut for cw reasons!)

[motherfuckingmaneater]

Have you ever had a hickey? (We're all assuming yes) And if so, did you have to hide it from your family?

Her teeth are sharp in his neck but Sirius groans at the sensation, letting chills run down his arms and spine as his arms propping him up buckle beneath him.

"Hush." she utters as she straddles his hips and undoes his belt, "we don't have long."

"Bella." he says, his tone too pleading for his liking. He tries to muster some conviction - he mustn't let her just take advantage, but she feels so good, her mouth, her fingers, the tight wet warmth between her legs. He's never felt anything so good in his life - then, he's had few witches. Still, Bellatrix is one he can never help return to - and she always obliges him.

"Yes?" she asks as she turns grey eyes just like his own to irises then lips. She sinks onto him slowly and his toes curl. Her moan is satisfying enough to make him finish then and there but he musters what ability to refrain he has. She's been teasing him all evening and he's been returning the favour. Now they're both pent up and wanting.

"Fuck." He utters. She laughs. Despite that it's a quiet laugh, he feels his face redden in embarrassment, "shut up."

"Do I feel good?" she asks as she moves atop him. He bites back a groan but she's not so proud. She likes that he's inside of her. She likes that he's a Black and he's inside of her. "Tell me."

She grips his jaw and his view is curtained, trained onto nothing but her - full lips, strong jaw, elysian skin, perfect breasts.

"You know you do." "Hm, but I like when you tell me." "Yes, fuck - yes, you feel good."

He gropes at her and feels the softness of her breasts behind her dress. He tugs down the fabric and cups the flesh in his palms, toying her nipples. He lavishes her with his tongue as she moans unashamedly at the stimulation, her breasts soon wet with his drool until he diverts his attention and brings his mouth to her neck.

Her rhythm is delicious and she's grinding down onto him with perfect precision to grant herself satisfaction too. Her fingers clutch into his hair and yank, but he doesn't draw his mouth from her throat. He bites and she hisses softly, tipping her head back to grant him further access. He doesn't need to be given permission.

They finish together and they're both so lost in the throes of it neither of them thinks to move. Its only as she's panting and pressing her hands to the mattress to reach for her wand does she notice the time. She's first to gasp, Sirius' hair a mess and a drunken grin on his handsome face.

"That was fun." he comments. "Fuck!" she hisses quietly as she clambers off the bed and readjusts her dress, flicking her wand to fix her hair and makeup, "hurry up!" "Hhn?" Sirius replies, "why?" "We were supposed to be downstairs twenty minutes ago."

Fuck. Mother will kill him. They both hurry, putting themselves to rights and hurrying from the room.

"There you two are!" Walburga calls, avid irritation written on her face, "where have you been?" "We were-"

Lying comes naturally to them. It has to in a family built upon ancient secrets. Secrets are only kept with lies.

"Bellatrix!" Cygnus barks as he strides over, "Sirius! Come here, now!"

Both of them startle and make their way to Cygnus. He makes gesture for them to go socialise - only - he knits his brows and Sirius' blood runs cold.

"What's that on your neck?" he asks his daughter. "What's what?" she asks and Cygnus furrows his brows. She touches her fingers to her neck exactly as she makes eye contact with Sirius. She stalls as she realises that was exactly where his teeth and lips and tongue had been only a few minutes ago, "nothing."

Walburga raises a brow but Cygnus is distracted a moment later by Druella calling him over to say hello to the Lestranges, "fine. Go. Both of you."

Only when out of sight does she thump her cousin on the arm, "idiot, you could've at least told me!" she hisses quietly, "i have butterfly weed balm in my room."

Sirius rubs his arm, a sheepish grin coming to his lips as he moves to adjust Bellatrix's long tresses over her shoulder and the side of her neck in question, "don't worry - it's not obvious. Keep your hair here. I'll stay close."

Bellatrix rolled her eyes, tutting as she spared a glance to the well distracted Blacks, "you'd better."

[swirldmg]

i forgot i made a qiqi starter call last month .......

[the-haunted-office]

Doomsday has had enough. Just. Enough. Of everything. Of everybody. That's why she had to leave. What is there for her to stay? Nobody wants her around. She doesn't do any good. All she does is hurt people and annoy people and cause trouble.

Things are better off this way.

At least she has time to think.

Her home Office is just as ruined as it ever was. The way she left it, in shambles. The way she left so many other Offices. Everybody knows that now, since Oleander saw fit to tell everybody. It wasn't their place to tell her Story, but they did it anyway. Well. If everybody wants to hear and believe their version of her life, then so be it. If they'd rather believe a total stranger about her, then fuck them. Fuck them all. She doesn't need any of them.

Then why does it hurt so much...?

They don't understand. They don't need to understand. And neither does she. She'd rather be alone right now anyway.

Except she's not alone. There's somebody else here, and it isn't her Cyrus and Aurora either. They vacated again at some point, after she chased them off last time. Where they went is anybody's guess, but it's not for her to care right now, because the person she finds here with her now is-

"...Stanley?" she says, her voice suddenly sounding so small.

How is this possible? Her Stanley died. He died. Permanently. The mist got him. Killed him. Consumed and digested his soul, destroying it forever. Worse than what happened to her.

And yet here he is. Except... as he approaches, she also realizes that's not Stanley. Whatever this is used to be Stanley, but it isn't anymore. Not quite.

The towering specter looks like Stanley, except like hers his eyes are missing. Instead there are two holes in his face filled with an eerie yellow light. His skin looks like wet paper too, and looks like it could just be pulled right off his bones. And perhaps most concerning, his business attire is stained with what has to be blood. Doom has seen too much of it to believe otherwise.

"Stanley?" she says again. "That's you, isn't it? My Stanley?"

Fuck, he's huge. As tall as the ceiling. He stoops to examine her. Doom just stands there, awed by his presence. "Thursday," he says, his voice raspy and low, although still unmistakably Stanley. "But more than one. You are many."

"Er- Yeah. I take it you can see my other souls?" Doom says, trying not to feel utterly freaked out right now. This is Stanley. Her Stanley. Back from nothing. And he is seeing her souls. He must be a Reaper too. "But, Stanley, how did you-?"

"I don't know how this happened, my dear," he says, pulling back, and for a moment Doom relaxes. Dear. He called her dear. Just like old times. She almost starts to cry. "But I'm hungry. I need to eat. And you have many souls."

Doom is silent for several beats as it sinks in, both the realization and the horror. Stanley's a Reaper, all right. But not the good kind.

Shit.

[darlingdesiredelicious]

((RB or like, if you wanna interact w a Sebastian from Baldur's Gate 3 RP

I usually just blindly follow everyone in the rpc until they tell me to fuck off but now I have ~anxiety~ so :') ))

[byanyan]

when they don't want to do something, byan is either all anger and violence or they're literally whining and kicking the ground, all overdramatic rolling eyes, sinking shoulders, and even some downright petulant stomping, and it's just really funny to me

[sexellency]

I did that meme entirely wrong but oh well--

[asterigos]

Sorry it's taken me so long to return. Health and non-health stuff has come up, working more (trying to keep up with capitalism and all that), and I hit a creative/writing wall while I keep trying to buckle down more on outside-of-work work stuff. I will do my best to return soon! Replies to DMs will be sporadic and slow, replies to RP threads still largely on hold, but the occasional one may crop up as I try to chip away at the very long list of ones I owe on here and 1x1.

[lvciddreamt]

@citrusfield

being back in his hometown was a bittersweet experience, but at the very least, harriet was happy. will had always felt a little guilty for having such an energetic dog in the middle of the city — no matter how many walks they went on, it was hard to escape the concrete. being home was like a never-ending day at the dog park for her; so much nature to enjoy. her high level of excitement was nice to witness, but a little overwhelming as well, especially when he was so distracted by the constant barrage of work emails pinging his phone. passing by a bench, they stopped abruptly, will’s eyes glued to his phone for a few seconds before he realized harriet wasn’t just pausing by a tree. instead, she was deep in dog-conversation with a golden retriever, who was straining at his leash to get closer to her. “you making a friend?” will chuckled, giving the dog’s owner a perfunctory once-over — and then a second glance. jesus, what were the odds? “uh, well. don’t worry, she doesn’t bite.”

[cuteteacakes]

"What's this?"

Caleb glanced up at Anders from his seat at the kissing booth. "I'm doing my civic duty, why~?" He let out a squeak when Anders slammed down a Benjamin. "Wha-?"

"I know it's not enough for you to retire on, but I'd like to buy out the rest of your stock of kisses."

"A-ah, that's not-"

"-mh!"