#muse ; kami

[oficeandwind]

@roleplay-abiogenesis2

eyes slowly opening, kami only needs a second to process that his blissful dream in this tranquil forest is coming rapidly to an end. he'd been at peace, listening the sounds of nothing but faint music that seems to sprinkle throughout the air. no doubt, music from the aranara that are still nearby. even now, he can still hear the faint echos of some lullaby, but that's dwindeling with the sensation of reality about to kick his ass.

kaminari can no longer see the aranara. there's something almost melancholy about it, though he can guess why they're fading back into the dreamscape he's no longer in.

someone's approaching.

with an annoyed sigh, kami slowly lowers himself back to the ground, pinching his kasa between his thumb and middle finger, as opposed to index, staring at the dirt path ahead. he wants to USE the middle finger for said someone, but that irritation only comes on account of his solitude being intruded upon. and, if the footsteps are any indication, it's someone who's also annoyed.

maybe nahida sent ren after him at long last, just as he figured she'd interfere. part of him is tempted to flee all over again, but instead, kami's stepping forward, hovering just above the water as he watches the distant figure steadily move ever closer.

ah.

it's the general mahamatra.

at least it's not his stupid twin with the big mouth and fragile ego (like kami's is any better). crossing his arms, kami continues to float above the water in front of this tree, almost walking in a circle. every few steps, he'll touch the sole of his shoe to the water, watching ripples shoot outward before disappearing. it's a repetitive motion that's still managing to keep him from panicking over being in someone's company once again. he should have known his corner of serenity wouldn't last.

"let me guess," kaminari states, once cyno is close enough to hear him. "either ren grew a figurative heart and is using you as his mouthpiece, or lord kusanali realized i was missing and sent you to drag me back to the city."

kami stops mid-step, body angled sideways, one foot out like he's going to take another step. "my apologies for your crash course into this mess, but i'll take the secret third option. no."

[rainbow-eyedpoet]

The new year is drawing near, and you know what that means...

It's time to break out the good stuff! 😁

[i-am-literally-deranged]

just been a little bit fucked up about what happened to him

[shadowthedykehog]

Might draw danganmon fanart again. cypress on the mind

[mmriesoftvat]

just because he doesn't need to sleep, doesn't mean he can't. and sleeping is exactly what the puppet is trying NOT to do at the moment; perched in a chair and bowed forward, head resting in his hands.

[chiratsuku]

If you were a deity, what would you be the god of?

The Revenant :

At some point in recent years, you suffered what felt to you like a 'death', whether creative, social, emotional, spiritual or even literal, and you've been reborn. This reincarnation didn't come easy, and you're not entirely the person you were, but you sloughed yourself out of your figurative grave with the kind of vigour only a phoenix could have. When you sleep, you dream strange and vivid dreams, and your gaze now holds a certain intensity. When something takes your attention, it doesn't let go. Your kindness is endless, as is your love for vast things like the sea, the sky and the stars. You have a certain unshakable fixation with religion or higher powers, and the prospect of death doesn't scare you. In fact, you feel less fear than you should, and you've never felt more alive than you do now. As a deity, you're the god of life and death, of moving on, of growth and of courage

tagged by : @goresugars tagging : @ you ~

[vixlenxe]

Lyubimoya in her usual form: 7'1, legally a giant

Lyubimoya in her true form: 15 FOOT TALL FROST GIANT

[ironbloodcd]

Kami's taken Rei to Mondstadt, deciding that she desperately needs a break. While he's not particularly enjoying the atmosphere, he is buying her toys and even children's books. There is a particularly flashy book that looks safe enough for Rei to read.

"What is a dodoco?" Kami asks. "Rei, do you know what that is? Do you want this book?"

Unprompted Ask - Always Accepting!

@mmriesoftvat

Rei, on the other hand, is nothing less than awed as she follows Kaminari through the streets of this new city, her eyes wide as she stares about. The little girl can hardly bring herself to pay attention a single thing for more than a minute, her gaze darting from shop stalls, to the high walls and then the windmills - there's so much to see, and even if Kami weren't intent on purchasing gifts for her, she likely still would have found herself distracted.

It's a bard playing his lyre nearby that currently has her attention when Kami speaks up, causing her gaze to flick towards him. "A... Dodoco?" Slipping closer so that she can take a peek, Rei's immediately enraptured by the colourful illustrations, even if she can't read the words written upon the pages. Reaching out, she runs her fingers over the glossy pictures, then looks up at her big brother, excitement clear in her wide smile.

"I dunno what a Dodoco is, but maybe the book'll tell us? Will you read it to me, Kami?"

[affectionate-remedy]

Someday - and maybe not someday soon, but someday - she will be long for this world. She, and her memory, will be enshrined in warmth, trust, and companionship - those whose lives had been touched by her own knowing only of her kindness, her compassion, her patience, and her guidance.

Her family, perhaps, might keep a picture frame at the house altar, remembering her youthful, undying spirit. Her co-workers, perhaps, might enshrine her kindness, giving gifts and such to her family and those she held close. Her clients, who had once sought her counsel, reminisce, to days where they could not smile, and days where she had reminded them that they could.

Still, that is to long for the days of the past - days where she hadn't yet passed on - days where her spirit hadn't yet become immortalized with her still, un-beating heart.

Standing in worship, with hands held together, and others, knelt at her grave, those that cherished her and cherish her still, mourn for her loss. They cry, and they weep, and they pray, for something or someone to ease their mind, and still their hearts; for her to do as she had, so many times before.

. . .Then, for all of a moment, there comes whispers, of words that carry meaning only for those that hear them. . . .Something, be it spirit or kami, heard their prayers. . . and so she answered.

[protect-namine]

shuichi's notes for angie's second FTE is that, in her island's customs, "wedding dances last until the sun comes up." ummmmmmm... shuichi, buddy, I don't think that's what angie was talking about, but sure

[oficeandwind]

kami doesn't know what to say in response. he's fully aware that cyno has EVERY reason to feel as bitter as he does right now. cyno's voice is dripping with every negative emotion he probably feels right now. kami isn't in a position to defend himself either. hadn't he made this choice too? to face retribution head on, rather than trying to change the past, as he had learned is somewhat possible?

as soon as kaminari opens his mouth to speak, nahida is entering the sanctuary, cutting the pair off from what kami fears might be another fight. she looks weary, yet calm, given the circumstances.

"kaminari," she says quietly. "i once laid the choice in your hands. i continue to leave that to you, but i must emphasize the current situation first." she closes her eyes briefly, before opening them and placing a hand over her heart.

"the grand sage is willing to overlook this if you both pay for the damages done to the house of daena. kaveh has offered to help repair it. i am in agreement that you're both responsible for this. further, kaminari was under strict guidance to not step foot inside the house of daena for around a month. the other students felt it would be wise, and i cannot disagree."

"but i―" kami starts to protest. being banned? that's hardly fair. unfortunately, she's holding a hand out to cut him off.

"i cannot express how disappointed i am in the behavior you both have shown," she continues. "as much as i want to defend your honor and make excuses, this is a chance for all of us to learn patience and wisdom in the face of conflict and doubt." she turns to cyno then, once more using her dendro to ease the pain and injury he probably still feels.

"you are still the general mahamatra and have unheeded access to anywhere you might need. the grand sage does not wish to impede your authority over the other matra and sages. and as for the conflict between you both―"

she sighs. nahida falls silent for what feels like a long time. "i had hoped that i would be able to help you two build a bond of friendship that's stronger than what had taken place in the past. but that is not my place to interfere, either. it is on the two of you to overcome it. as i promised kaminari, i will remain silent and let him explain his story. i am merely here to observe his growth as a person, and bear witness to the qualities i know are inside him."

kami stares at her, several emotions combining into one that doesn't make any sense anymore. banned, from the house of daena? why? logically, he KNOWS why. kami had made a mistake, and he should be punished for it. but a month without being able to contribute much of anything useful sounds cruel and horrible. furthermore, it feels like even more of a knife wedged into his chest, because nahida feels it's a just punishment. for a brief second, he no longer sees an ally in her, but the dendro archon she should have been many years ago. she's still a god, and he'd let himself forget this briefly due to her kindness and warmth.

kaminari feels cold, and hollow, like something had been ripped from him a second time. part of him wants to turn and leave, but he refuses to run from his problems this time. not when cyno deserves an explanation. strange, that the one person who seems to hate him most is the one reason kami's pushing himself to stay.

"...where do i begin?" he finally asks. gaze focused on cyno. the least he can do is answer EVERYTHING cyno potentially asks him. "ask me anything, i'll answer to the best of my abilities."

No... that was wrong. He wasn't looking at Nahida like he thought. Only strongly sensing her presence. Cyno's awareness of his surroundings sharpened gradually, until he recognized the verdant walls of the Sanctuary.

A place that had filled him with comfort and pride for so long. Now, it filled him with doubt.

The moment he was left with no support, the General let himself slump down to sit on the steps with a grunt. His eyes looked up, slowly, to sear through the Wanderer's back. Immediately, the memory of that mark emerged in the confused tangle of thoughts and visions. His frown hardened once more... at least he'd recovered enough to do so.

"All this time..." He muttered. "I've spent so many days and nights haunted by the thought I might never find the Balladeer... That your memory would disappear into thin air before I could even get a substantial lead."

It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. He'd spoken to Kaminari... He'd observed him. Played with him. Competed with him. He'd trusted him.

It almost felt like the person he'd come to know had just been ripped out of his hands, to be replaced with something horrible and painful.

"... Yet here you were this whole time, under my very nose."

This was the pain of betrayal.

[oficeandwind]

AITA? i didn't want to celebrate my friend's birthday

i (500+m) recently skipped out on my friend's birthday celebration.

quick backstory: last year on her birthday, there was this whole thing where we weren't friends, and i basically tried to kill her and take her power. she forgave me and we became friends since, something about rehabilitation and "bettering myself", i don't know. since then, i've changed my way of thinking and now want to protect her and help her out with some of her tasks. but the nation she rules over hasn't been so kind and forgiving, and i don't like dealing with a lot of people anyway.

this was her second party, and the first where she was actually able to celebrate it properly, and the whole nation came together to plan it and make sure it was up to her standards. i can't really blame them, my friend is a really good person who cares about all of them. it's not a feeling i relate to. honestly, i decided to skip out on helping them, and chose to just do my own thing.

she said she understood, and her people didn't want to bother with me either, since they all hate me still. well, except for a couple who wouldn't stop pestering me to play cards or go mingle with people anyway, whatever.

after her party, she said she had fun, but i could tell she was disappointed i didn't help out or join in more. i know she really wanted me there and it makes me feel a little guilty for not supporting her. but she also knows i don't like being around people, especially people who barely like me either.

so, peasants. AITA for not celebrating her birthday with her?

[rainbow-eyedpoet]

This may not be a big thing back in Inaba, but...

Happy holidays to all of you, no matter what you celebrate--or if you celebrate anything at all. ❤

...Can we go back to bed now, kiddo? Or do you have to stay up until you open your presents in a few hours?

[erabundus]

too lazy for anon

but honestly writing with you is so much fun, i love screaming in your dms about various plots either with ren and chongyun being angsty, or kabukimono and binarius being wholesome, OR EVEN REN AND KAMI BEING IDIOTS TOGETHER. like, your writing is just so good and fun to read, you really know how to write wanderer no matter the era and i'm so so so happy we grew closer and can write all the things.

but outside of rp you're just so fun to talk to in general. i love hearing your rambles in different fandoms and the random shit you're up to in general. you're so cool. you're a cool egg.

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[oficeandwind]

"one." kami holds up his index finger, too tired now to even GLARE at ren. the most he can manage is a blank stare. "i don't give a shit if you know them well enough. i don't want you handling the fatui on your own. i'm not about to let you throw yourself to the wolves again, so that's out of the question." he pauses to slap a few paper towels down on the ground. they come to rest by his feet, and kami doesn't even bother wiping up most of the spillage. a sticky floor is nothing new to kami, it's a mess for future kami to clean up.

"two." a second finger is thrown up. leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table, kami can only IMAGINE what he looks like now. definitely not worth looking into a mirror at this point. "i probably shouldn't be asking this in the first place, i'm safer not knowing, blah blah blah. but HOW are you getting your income?"

not... well... he isn't expecting ren to pay rent right away. maybe give his cousin a month to just relax. it's not like kami is short on funds. the whole reason he'd gotten a two bedroom apartment in the first place is because of the extra room it had offered. he would have gone with a bigger apartment even, but that had almost felt like too much for just him. the inheritence money is still in his savings, and the money from his job is enough to keep him living comfortably. the spare room is ren's now, for free if he wanted to.

kami isn't even sure he wants to pay for his living situation with something ill gotten; that wouldn't sit right with him. that's not exactly a converstaion kami really wants to have right now either. just asking about the money feels like plenty for now, they can continue other serious conversations later.

"and three." kami waves three fingers obnoxiously in ren's face. let him stew on point number two for a bit, kami isn't in any hurry to get through any of this. in fact, he's almost tempted to call off this entire conversation so they can both go wind down for awhile. maybe kami will throw his switch at ren to keep him occupied for a few hours so kami can take his long needed nap.

"if you go off and fucking die again, i'm purposely managing your funeral, and i will make sure EVERYTHING about it is the exact opposite of what you like. i swear on my fucking books that i will make sure candy platters are given to every attendant. you stay alive, and you stay with me."

he huffs, but pulls back, slumping in his seat. arms dangle at his sides as he rolls his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"and four, please go take a nap. i think we both need to cool off and relax or something. unless you'd rather play games. my switch is somewhere in your room; if you find it, go wild."

❝  it's ... ❞  well,  he  can't  exactly  say  it's  OKAY  —  because  that  little  outburst  proved  it  most  certainly  isn't.  still,  ❝  it's  not  your  fault. ❞  it  isn't.  ❝  you  aren't  the  one  who  should  be  apologizing. ❞  and  he  does  genuinely  regret  lashing  out  at  kami  as  though  he  were  the  one  RESPONSIBLE.  it's  his  mother's  fault  —  and  makoto's,  depending  on  to  what  degree  she  was  actually  aware  of  ei's  failings  as  a  mother.  ren  never  exactly  saw  his  aunt  as  a  person;  she  was  more  like  an  impossible  ideal  he  strove  to  emulate  —  and  later,  a  figure  immortalized  much  like  the  medley  of  names  every  child  was  forced  to  memorize  in  their  history  books.  (  even  now,  she  still  occupies  that  role  in  his  mind,  though  for  slightly  different  reasons.  )  the  hacker  has  always  taken  care  to  keep  that  particular  opinion  to  himself,  however;  he  doubts  it  would  go  over  well  with  those  more  personally  shaken  by  her  untimely  passing.  he  only  had  to  deal  with  the  ripples  —  a  vessel  nudged  by  the  waves  of  some  distant  storm.

dragging  his  hand  down  his  face,  ren  watches  his  cousin  clean  up  the  spilled  tea.  he  feels  NUMB,  though  whether  from  fatigue  or  burning  through  his  emotions  like  a  candle  wick  is  impossible  to  tell.  he  reaches  for  his  own  cup  and  finally  takes  a  shallow  sip,  barely  tasting  the  bitter  liquid  on  his  tongue.   ❝  i  can  handle  the  fatui. ❞  he  says  —  hoping  that  the  claim  is  CONVINCING  enough  to  put  kaminari's  mind  at  ease.  in  truth,  if  ren  thought  he  was  capable  of  taking  out  that  group,  there  would  have  been  no  reason  to  fake  his  own  death  in  the  first  place.  even  now,  he  knows  he  has  enough  blackmail  material  stashed  away  to  wage  a  VICIOUS  war  against  them  —  though  there's  no  telling  whether  he  would  actually  be  able  to  win...  and  even  if  he  did,  it  would  still  come  at  the  cost  of  compromising  his  security.

...  more  importantly,  he  could  kiss  any  illusions  of  keeping  his  family  safe  GOODBYE.  it  just  isn't  worth  it.  not  now  —  not  while  they  think  kunikuzushi  is  little  more  than  a  fading  memory.  ❝  i'm  not  going  to  disappear  this  time. ❞   he  knows  it's  a  joke,  but  he  feels  the  need  to  reassure  him  nonetheless.  the  hacker  can't;  the  same  trick  won't  work  TWICE.  and  his  very  presence  here  has,  in  some  deeply  selfish  way,  dragged  kaminari  into  this  mess  —  even  if  only  as  some  unwitting  accomplice.  it  doesn't  matter;  the  fatui  would  surely  ruin  them  both  indiscriminately.

what  a  disaster.  he  glares  into  his  tea,  meeting  the  accusatory  eyes  of  his  reflection.  his  stomach  twists  with  revulsion  at  the  sight.

❝  i  already  took  the  liberty  of  changing  my  name. ❞  ren  continues  aloud.  the  fatigue  renders  his  voice  toneless.  ❝  birth  certificate,  driver's  license ...  i  fabricated  them  all.  it  shouldn't  be  a  problem. ❞   he's  already  broken  the  law  at  the  fatui's  behest  countless  times;  adding  one  more  CHARGE  to  his  hypothetical  sentence  hardly  matters.  ❝  and  i  have  my  own  methods  of  securing  income.  untraceable. ❞

nails  tap-tap  against  the  mug.  ❝  ...  so  i  guess  i'll  just  hide  in  your  guest  room  until  i  die.  for  real,  next  time. ❞  his  own  terrible  attempt  at  a  joke,  though  it  falls  equally  flat  as  kaminari's  feeble  effort.  perhaps  such  a  terrible  sense  of  humor  is  a  family  trait.

[automaton-otto]

@crybaby-muses continued from here -x-

"God is subjective, kiddo." Jeanne says shrugging nonchalantly, "And for the record, I say vibe. It's how I describe metaphysical esoteric stuff like auras or chi." The detective isn't annoyed at this Kami to be specific she's more perplexed and confused than anything else.

"A half angel huh? Yeah I've...never heard of that before." Jeanne says glancing at nothing in particular. Spectacular, just what the knight always wanted. More angels! What a lovely gift!

"So what's your deal here? I doubt you came by just to talk and tell me how special you are? And if involves any third impact nonsense, the answer's no."