#mun chatters

[spootsaline]

luz nocdea is vriska coded btw

[spootsaline]

Fernia is so normal about his cottage core lifestyle, but she actually puts the work in too

this does mean like the only time he uses electricity is when she's using her computer for her job so XD

reblog post and tell me a random fun fact about one of your muses!!!

my example this,

emarra is a vegetarian, this has no real importance in his story nor does it reflect his morals

he's just, inexplicably, a vegetarian

[glowing-arachnid]

@nan0-sp1der I miss you :(

[pudgy-planets]

Admittedly I do like gas just in private settings-

[mnxmosyne]

man. out of the frying pan, into the fire as they say. irl has been hell, especially yesterday and today. depression's at an all-time high but i am doing my best despite it.

[thekavseklabs]

"There is a sense of solidity in Appalachia I am from here, I am from the earth I am Adam, made from the soil of this land The trees grow tall above me I name their leaves as Adam named each creature I let the ants crawl over my face I cradle bugs in my hands to bring them outside My mother calls me when she sees them Because she knows I love the feeling Not because she is frightened to hold them herself She is Adam, too.

When the snow comes in, I wonder The ice age is solid in the soil Melted but marked forever Do my winters stay in my bones? Will I always have ice this beautiful? When I am buried I wish to be under a tree I will feed it; I will have no box Let me return to my cradle.

I tell my brother how the sun makes new stars Early in the morning shining off the dew A small universe by my pond from the mullein and hemlock I hold leaves to the sun as I eat clover and honeysuckle I harvest pokeweed and persimmon And my hands are covered in the dirt I was born from.

I have read that Appalachia is older than bones I believe that is far truer than any other wonder For if Adam is made from dirt then that must surely be the bone From which Eve was fashioned as well We are all the mountains. That is why our blood holds iron That is why our bones hold calcium I am a mineral deposit My eyes are the finest gems the mountain could offer me They let me see the wonder.

Appalachia exists in Scotland and China We are brothers of the same old soil. The dissolution of Pangea Was the exodus from our garden. But we find our way home With the elk and chestnut to follow In rocky mountain spring and holler In the den of the snake beneath our porch In the bird’s nests above it In the blooming vegetable garden Appalachia = Eden."

Poem inspired by my professor's sign off for the last email she sent to me in response to my thanking her for a wonderful semester

[shadowzgather]

Just gonna put this here and go back to sleep. Brain won't let me sleep until I put this up. Will reblog a few times tomorrow too.

[spootsaline]

we might be getting a sburb lore book? which i LOVE the idea of, but last i heard hussie mentioned it they said they might pawn that crap off to someone else

and ngl if its not written by them i kinda dont want it

[rose-from-ashes]

It has been said that Solus zos Galvus had never once shed a tear. It had been said that nothing could shock him, that he was a strange man wise beyond his years, that he acted as though he had already seen most things. Most of it was true. But the claim that he had never cried was not.

It was not the day the ordinary young man came home from hunting subtly changed by something no one else had witnessed. It was not his first battle, or his fifth, or the one where he lost near everyone close to him and won the day in a fight so long and gruesome that it had marked the turn of the endless war between Garleans and the world. It was not the day he was married to his cold wife Marcella or the day his first child was born.

It was the day that first child was laid out in his coffin for his father to look upon. Marcella had not been there, and his other son had been out for war. But little Varis had been. He'd seen that single tear roll down his grandfather's cheek. He'd clung to his sleeve, hoping both to comfort and be comfort, only to be chilled by the cold and hate filled gaze shot his way by the man who had always been a somewhat distant but warm and comforting figure before, someone he could turn to when his father was busy.

Varis did not only lose his father that day, but his grandfather too. With that single tear shed, Solus zos Galvus seemed to release the last dredges of his humanity. A cruel grandfather, a strict and harsh ruler, cold and mean and power hungry with a love for vengeance. He sought war with a hunger and Varis had seen on his face the cruel satisfaction when the emperor learned of the calamity in eorzea his people had caused. Varis did not know what drove him, but he knew that though Garlemald prospered, that was only a side effect of Solus's true goal.

It would only be years later, when Solus died and Varis was crowned, that he learned what his grandfather had truly wanted. It was only then when he realized why the man who had raised him could never love him. It was only then that Varis realized he had been the one to witness the last tears shed by an ancient for his mortal son, the one to witness Emet-Selch of the world unsundered lose his faith in the life of sundered mortals.

[usagimen]

I also cut my hair today, now to strip the black out && replace it with an ash blonde, but uh...ultra rare mun photo.

Once upon a time my hair was as long maybe roughly Suguru's length? I don't have panda eyes for once but all my egirl blush faded, the price we pay.

[tahnisreu]

i just want everyone to know i'm still alive. love u!!

[spymeister]

I wish we'd seen Jazz in TF:P. Think how much his knowledge would have been invaluable.

This is a mechanism that traveled to almost every single citystate, and was able to integrate with every culture like a chameleon. He would have seen how they mourned their dead, celebrated their living, and everything in between.

He would have danced to their music, and eaten their food- laughed with their crowds.

To have seen that variety and beauty, and then to watch it disappear would have been heartbreaking.

I wish we could have had him there.

[mnxmosyne]

i'm hoping that hotaru's at least a little entertaining for you guys/is fun to rp with/is cool to read about. i'm doing my best. girlie's evil but you just can't see it.

[thekavseklabs]

If you noticed that my writing in the last ask was a little extra poetic and emotional that is because my grandmother, who is not doing well and has recently been moved into a home to be cared for while her cognition fades and we clean her house, has always had two frames up on her hallway wall, each with several sets of tiny foot and handprints pressed in white plaster and painted in primary colors. I found myself missing those plaster frames while I was writing. They were a little sign of how I was loved even when I was too little to remember it. My siblings and cousins were right there next to me. I have faint memories of cleaning the plaster off my baby cousin's hand.

Idk. Something to think about I guess. Such heirlooms fall in the same category as children's finger paintings or a favorite bracelet. It has no technical value in terms of money. But I know my grandmother would have sold her house to keep those two plaster frames. Just the same as how much she would give to keep the quilts sewn by her mother, quilts we recently split amongst my siblings and cousins. Mine is tattered, but it's the softest, because it's the one we got to snuggle. I called dibs and I know some were disappointed. It will be me that gets to sew the places where stuffing is falling out. I took her dishes, too. I left the expensive ones for siblings, because what mattered to me were the everyday things.

Cherish the silly things. Keep that sentimental item. It doesn't hurt anyone. If it comforts you, do it. Make a plaster frame or a clay tablet. Gift it to a loved one. It might not matter to you, it might not matter to them. But it probably will. And there's nothing quite the same as an everyday cherished thing.

[shadowzgather]

Finally, I made one of these and will add it to the promo, etc, later. Here is my interest tracker! Filling it out will help me know who to toss your way in, rp, as I have some none Duck muse on this blog now.

Purple is high muse.

Red is medium muse.

Cyan is low muse.

This list may be updated in the future, but for now, this is it.