#i. musings ☽

[grimowled]

mutuals!! if we haven't interacted yet (even if it's just with another muse) and you don't know how to approach or are just bored just give this post a like, and I shall slide the creepy birb all up in your inbox :>

[oflorien]

There’s one fandom theory born out of rop that manages to unravel the arcs of so many characters and if we really want to get to it and how problematic and deeeeeeply misogynistic it is then we can. but for now, I have maiar, daughter of Sauron and Galadriel celebrían in my blacklist. It’s incredibly easy to create an original character that’s a child of that union without ruining not only celebríans arc but also Elrond and Galadriel and even Sauron let’s be real. And if people are not ready to have that conversation in an open forum and understand the reasons why it’s misogynistic then we have much bigger issues on our hands.

[angheliic]

❝Please, I'm not that old.❞

Brushing off the comment with a huff. False offense, just to mess with the other a little bit is all. Leaning against his guard as he takes a short pause.

❝I'm older.❞

@bringxthexfirexmultimusesx.

[writteninscarlet]

The most dangerous monsters lurk in the darkest corners of our minds, not under our beds or in closets.

A Night in the Lonesome October ;; Roger Zelazny

[nagareboshiko]

@tosxah a starter for the upcoming holidays?

For the whole day, the small items in her bag had been weighing heavier than usual as she carried them around throughout whatever that improvised date was that she had asked him out for. Or perhaps the aftermath of the recent fights against the Abyss had exhausted her more than she wanted to admit to herself.

As for her reason for a short trip to Fontaine, she put it as a "returned favour after that little date in Liyue" Childe had taken her out for what now felt like ages ago.

He was still in Fontaine, practically packed to return back to his homeland. She had done a detour after the first events in Natlan, knowing that the day after she was supposed to be on her way back to the pyro nation to keep her promise; end a terrible war that had been plaguing that land, protect those who had been fighting for decades against a cursed bloody faith.

Certain scars were not meant to be patched up but burned instead.

She sat on his bed, her boots laying not too far, her toes wiggling to stretch them after another long day on her feet. It was something silly, and yet she suddenly felt unbelievably nervous as she held the few small packages on her hands.

A wrapping paper of a deep blue colour found back in Sumeru protected the small gifts, the textured material adorned with intricate golden patterns and scented perfumes familiar to that nation. The thin threads weaved in Natlan from skilled hands, crimson like his scarf and silver like the metal around his vision, were keeping together the small wrapped items.

Her heart might have been even more weary than her muscles right now as she finally decided to pull them out of her bag.

"The holidays are coming soon, I forgot to ask if you and your family celebrate them in Snezhnaya." Her hands raised as an offer for him to take the packages. "I thought it would still be best to give you these now before I have to make my way back to Natlan. I'm not sure when I'd be free again, after all." The golden in her eyes was dimmer in the room, but always vibrant even in the darkest of nights. No one knew what they would be truly facing down in that darkness that reeked of death and fear, but she was ready for anything, even face hell itself if it meant she could help.

"It's nothing fancy, but when I saw them... It made me think of you." She explained in all of her honesty, her fingers now playing with the fabric of her skirt.

It was exactly 4 hand crafted wooden keychains she bought a while back in Mondstadt: respectively a narwhal for Childe, one fox shaped for Teucer, a princess looking figure for Tonya and an owl for Anton.

There was a small note added on Childe's gift, her delicate hand writing gracing it:

'Plutôt qu'être seul, mieux vaut être mal accompagné'

a saying she has heard back in Fontaine: 'better than alone, is to be in bad company'.

"I thought it would be nice for you, Teucer, Tonya, and Anton to have matching charms. So even when you're miles away from home, you won't feel too distant from them because it will always remind you they're never too far. That you're not alone." Her smile was warm, delicate like moonlight in a summer night.

"And well, you also won't forget I gave you this awesome narwhal charm. When you'll feel lonely, you'll be reminded of the amazing travaler and her extremely generous heart." She teased, despite basically admitting she didn't mind being in his thoughts too.

"However, I don't mean to overstep," she added quickly. "I'd understand if you think your siblings might not even want anything of this like."

She just wanted to leave something behind to him, she was confident on the outcome of the war in Natlan's favour. But every war didn't come without price, and she really wasn't sure what cost she'd have to pay for it. The same way her brother did, she was prepared. How much she could lose from it though, she did not know yet. No, we will come back victorious and no one, no one will die.

[ladyseidr]

like this post for a one-liner starter! feel free to request 1-3. please specify muse(s) or i will not write you a starter. take into account that some of these may actually be more like 2-3 liners knowing me lmao

[sylleblosscm]

Starter Call!

Moots, hit the heart thing. You know the drill.

I'm having a time and a half getting through old threads, so while I'm not dropping anything, I am officially putting them on hold until I can get my muse back in order. That said, I'm missing my girl and also all of you beautiful people <3

[ruinakete]

♡ ・ LETTERS TO THOSE WE MOTHER ━━━ an introspective, drabble series dedicated to zephia & eremiya

. a few days after apping zephia, i reread the script of NMotE and fell in love with eremiya's character. the potential, the archetype, and most of all, the backstory she was given. though i disliked how it was thrown messily into the script, i had no doubt that she could be a character i'd enjoy writing. which, then, led me to wonder how similar and different she and zephia were. and i must admit that i grew obsessed with the idea of them interacting with one another ( though, at first, the thought definitely stemmed from a flickering, romantic piece i wrote for them. pardon my insanity it was a voice test for eremiya,, ).

thus, i created this! letters to those we mother, is a drabble series where i hope to do an in-depth exploration of their characters, both in who they are, what they are, and the potential was created for them. though this is self-indulgent, i hope to entertain whoever reads along, whether in succession or standalone.

thank you, TOA, for letting me have the opportunity to explore writing styles within this setting, as these two would never tolerate one another otherwise.

further information ( synopsis, table of contents, disclaimers, schedule, set-up; all to be updated with each drabble posted to the dashboard ) beneath the readmore!

. SYNOPSIS. what happens when fodlan shatters the mirror separating an archetype? what should unfold when these two sides, cut from the same lengths of glass, find their hands touching, skin-upon-skin, without the safety of a reflection?

zephia dahut kurosawa, a mage dragon faithful at the feet of her lord, and eremiya n. ahava, a bishop condemned to obey the voice of her lord, have crossed into each other's territory and, thus, will embark on the reluctant path that mothers must retrace once their children have grown into young adults. a lifestyle they would have walked, separately, lest their corruptions never been birthed.

neither of these beasts have savored the taste of motherhood the way fate planned them to. so, what now? will their faith create permanent cracks in the mirror? will a dragon's realism and a bishop's pessimism meld together into the flawed glimpse of another; optimism?

this, only time would reveal.

. TABLE OF CONTENTS. as of planned, currently.

i. origins.

ii. cradles & fires.

iii. tbd.

iv. tbd.

v. tbd.

vi. tbd.

. DISCLAIMERS. neither zephia or eremiya are characters that will be redeemed in this series. instead, i hope to explain their conditions and explore the consequences to which they must be condemned. with this in mind, understand that these two muses are bad people and will not change automatically in the first drabble. the journey of self-introspection is a long one.

. SCHEDULE. estimated to be 6:00 pm on the 23rd day of every two months. ( ex. if the first drabble is posted on february 23rd, at 6:00 pm, then the next drabble would be posted on april 23rd, at 6:00 pm, and so on ) a brief prologue that contains a recap, teaser, and important information such as content warnings and writer notes will be posted at 9:00 pm on the 18th day of every two months.

. SET-UP. likewise, the order of drabble posting will switch between muses. this is with the hope that zephia and eremiya will have equal related posts to archive properly. the first drabble, origins, will be posted on zephia's blog, while the second, cradles & fires, will be posted on eremiya's blog. in that order ( zephia, eremiya, zephia, eremiya, etc ) the drabble series will be completed. none of these drabbles will be reblogged by either blog, simply linked. however, this post will be shared between blogs, just for easier access.

. final words from the mun. again, whether you read one or two or all drabbles in this series, i hope you enjoy it! if i missed any content warnings and need to tag any themes or spoilers, let me know and i'll correct the mistake. otherwise, that's all from me. see you on the 18th / 23rd, concerning the series, and may the day treat you kindly, reader! ( and ps. yes, i did choose the 23rd because the number is my birthday number MKSEWKMSDJN )

[pocksprincess]

Are you going to finish your obito series? I’ve been dying for an update 😭

Hi hello. I've had a few of these asks (which is super nice btw 😭) so rather than answering each one, I'll just address Neighbourly's status here.

Yes, I will be finishing Neighbourly. The whole series is planned out and chapter 6 is mostly written. I just have a tonne of stuff going on in my personal life right now so I can't say when the next update will be. But there will be one.

Hope that clears things up and sorry for the wait!

[starsvein]

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ glomp.... do people not use this word anymore

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

After ringing the bell to Eiden's cabana, Veoc turns the knob and steps into the hallway like he's been told. Barreling footsteps make him look up, and he smiles as he sees the familiar brown hair of the human he'd befriended all but running towards him.

"Eiden, good morn—"

"Ah Chips, don't—!!"

WHUMP!

Acting on lighting-fast reflexes honed by years of training, the major general catches the shorter male as he trips in the middle of chasing his rooster (whom had gone unnoticed, being too short) to go flying forward. Hands latch onto his shoulders as legs fly forward and wrap instinctively around a firm torso; by the time everything's calmed down, the rogue rooster's already crowing and clucking out in the yard, leaving a trail of messy feathers in his wake.

Veoc holds Eiden in his arms, hands supporting his back and bottom while the latter wraps around him like a koala. To his credit, he does sway in place, but holds his ground in the end.

"...good morning, Eiden," Veoc tries again, gaze softening in concern. "Are you all right?"

"I'm—uh, I'm fine!" Eiden blurts out. "Sorry, Chips was stealing scraps from the kitchen—didn't catch him uh, wait. I should really get down first—"

He's a little reluctant to actually move though, and by the time he does unwrap a leg Veoc suddenly starts to walk, causing Eiden to cling back on instead.

"Veoc?!"

"Where did you put your slippers?" the major general asks while retracing Eiden's steps back down the hall. "It's getting cold, so you shouldn't be running around barefoot."

"That's—I probably left them in the kitchen, but! It's not far," Eiden protests. "Hey, I'm heavy..."

"No, you're light enough," Veoc reassures him. With usual military efficiency he tracks down the kitchen and the so-called slippers: discarded on the tiles besides a small crime scene of smashed tomatoes on the ground.

"Hahhh..." Eiden sighs at the sight. "Sorry, I'll clean that up—eh?" Once again he starts to get off, but Veoc suddenly turns and heads for the living room sofa instead.

"Leave it to me," he says while depositing Eiden on the cushions.

"Huhh? No, wait, you're the guest—"

"Slippers," Veoc says curtly in a tone that doesn't invite rebuke.

Eiden looks half-sulky, half-bemused. "I'm not that fragile, you know..."

"Mm, I understand." Veoc takes off the plastic bag hanging from his fingers next, depositing it in Eiden's lap. "I also brought a gift. Have a look while I bring your shoes."

"Uhm?" Eiden looks up just in time to see the major general hurry out of sight, his eyes surprisingly evasive. He figures he'll just quickly open the package and catch up with Veoc afterwards, but once he takes the box out of the bag, he pauses.

This is...a toothpick bird?

It didn’t look very expensive and was kind of cute, in an awkward, dopey way. The bird itself is white and gold, and pressing on its head would make it lower its beak and pick up a toothpick from a tray dispenser below. Did Veoc buy him this because he'd invited the guy over for meals?

Judging from the bag, it was probably from one of the local discount home goods stores. Perhaps Veoc had even bought it on the way to his house. Of course, Eiden didn’t care where he went shopping, but the thought of the tall man in military uniform browsing diligently through the aisles, maybe bending down to inspect the wares before carefully selecting this item to purchase, was really…

His shoulders started to shake as he struggled to suppress his emotions. No Eiden, you have to control yourself… It’s not cute, it’s just Veoc being Veoc….

Dammit, Veoc being Veoc is cute by default…!! He cradles the bird and its beady eyes while curling up on the sofa, unsure whether to laugh or yell.

—

"I've finished," Veoc announces shortly afterwards as he returns to the room. "Eiden?"

He can see the tufts of brown hair peeking out over the back of the sofa, but the man himself is awfully quiet. Holding Eiden's slippers in hand, the major general circles around to the front. "I have your shoes..."

He trails off, surprised at the sight of the other's extremely red face. It looked as if Eiden was trying to hold back something with difficulty...

"Are you—" "Veoc!"

Both of them speak at the same time. The next instant, Veoc has to step back as Eiden suddenly stands up on the sofa. The toothpick bird in his hands rolls next to his feet on the couch cushions, attracting the gaze of bright blue eyes who dim slightly at the sight.

Did he not like it...

"Thanks for the gift!"

The next second, warm arms fling themselves around his neck as the other glomps him. Veoc's hands wrap around Eiden's back automatically—fortunately, he still has presence of mind to hold onto the slippers.

"Ah..." Veoc exhales and hugs back, secretly savoring the close contact. "Yes, of course. You're welcome."

He pats Eiden on the back a few times before turning his head to smile at him. "I've dealt with the dropped tomatoes. Should we head back to the kitchen now?"

"Heheh, I should thank you for that too. Expect extra helpings!"

"I'll do my best to finish. By the way, why was your face so red?"

"That? Uhh...chasing after Chips gave me a workout!"

"Really?" Veoc's brows crease slightly. "Your stamina..."

"D-don't worry about it! My stamina's fine, hahah!"

"Do you want me to test it?" Veoc offers. "I can show you the basics from military training."

"T-there's no need! Besides, shouldn't we eat first?!"

And so, another morning passed in peace.

[grimowled]

3. a trait they express in the wrong way!

☽ why is my muse hot garbage?? - accepting!!

ooh boy, this one is easy because there are many lmao

VI. ON OBSESSION

the most glaring trait is how he expresses any kind of affection or infatuation. take the latter, for example: when he falls for someone he does so in the most intense, immoderate and unhealthy way; he will not be above using the goetia arsenal at his disposal to manipulate and keep them bound to him: his power(s), social status & influence, wealth, knowledge and cunning. he may even lord something over them, like his grimoire with blitzø if he believes the other to be a particularly tough nut to crack. it is all kinds of wrong wrong wrong!

he does not relent easily and will shamelessly display obsessive behaviours such as keeping tabs on them by means of magic and connections, showing up unannounced, blowing up their phone, courting and seducing them enthusiastically, offering a contract etc. and just generally being rather pushy. he is not always subtle with it either - with blitzø, for example, he is openly scandalous, and in a way it's also because he wants to see how much he can get away with.

it's hunger, yearning, obsession, boredom and desperation all wrapped up in a terrible beast created by aeons of repression / unhealthy ways of managing his emotions, ingrained infernal behaviours, as well as no real examples of healthy relationships. that and ... he is a demon, an apex predator, and therefore indulges in skewed morals by definition. he basically behaves as if he is hunting them, and is not satisfied until they are snatched up and held fast in his claws, until he can devour them metaphorically and irrefutably own every part of them, tear their pretty mind wide open and gaze lovingly at every little detail.

it's a demonic belief that everyone has a price, that he can buy most people's loyalty and company like his own father did for him; but that isn't to say he doesn't appreciate a less transactional relationship: in fact he much prefers it when the objects of his affections willingly choose to indulge him, and he does not need to bind them through contracts or by any other means.

in time he has learnt to appreciate choice (that which he lacked when his own marriage was arranged) : there is nothing sexier than adoring loyalty but he does thoroughly enjoy the hunt.

tldr; he desperately wants to be loved but ... he only knows to offer a twisted imitation of it, like everything in hell.

[oflorien]

I'm taking a day or two off of cel. I don't know if anyone wants to do plotting via Discord or anything, but I will be there in the meantime. she is a muse who means a lot to me and i refuse to just neglect her or not give her a fair amount of time but without pressuring myself if that makes sense.

[lilitophidian]

Ya'll simping over my unhinged, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss Lilith. This isn't even her final form.

The kitchen is hot, and you will be forced to feed.

[writteninscarlet]

The moon above us shines like the lantern of a weary wanderer, guiding lost souls back to their rightful path.

A Night in the Lonesome October ; Roger Zelazny

[nagareboshiko]

Judge me based on my top 4 Genshin chatacters ☺️

Inspired from this tweet I had to do it too

[ladyseidr]

"i'm going to work on asks" was not a lie but also. um. starter call. specify muse(s) or your like / reply gets ignored. mostly open to my fn.af and sp.n muses however i also have muse for ivy and maki so make of that what you will <3 feel free to request 1-2 starters ( for the same dynamic or two different ones ). these may be short, may be long—i make no promises either way lmao