#n1nth

[yearnstarved]

🎃 NINE IN CAT EARS

the real perpetrator of the BOOPS

[victoriousfidelity]

Blue eyes narrow just slightly as she casts her gaze over him - though coming from Sigyn, the gesture is kind rather than scrutinising. While she may not know him well, she has met more than enough people in this long life of hers to be able to tell when someone is carrying a weight on their shoulders, even if she can't determine the exact nature of it. She sees a kind of bone-deep, weary sadness hidden beneath the broadly friendly demeanour he's been presenting, and her heart goes out to him.

"You've been drifting for a long, long time." The Goddess observes, her tone both curious and compassionate.

lyric starter for @n1nth Driftwood - Travis

[clochanamarch]

she's been staring through the tiny window for 17 minutes. at least, according to the digital panel beside said mirror. there are other windows, and much bigger ones, of course, but this one is the closest to the tardis. closest to a hasty retreat in case something goes wrong. @n1nth told her the name and a hearty heap of facts about the planet beyond the window, and yet... they're all erased from her memory at the sight of the pale blue sand, gleaming orange sun, a sunflower-yellow sky that sweeps far beyond their humble gaze. it takes every last one of those sev-- oh. eighteen minutes, to come up with something to say. her first words are filled with enough awe and wonder to hopefully account for the simple question. " have you been here before? " / S.C.

[badstepsmoving]

"i got so tired of discussing my future, i started avoid the people i love. evenings of silence and mornings of nausea."

lyric starter ft. @n1nth & skunk. nausea by jeff rosenstock.

[yes7erdays-archive]

good, i hate long waits.

save for the two of them, and the security-bot steve, the museum at the edge of the universe is empty.

it is not really at the edge of the universe — claire knows that much. dozens of galaxies lie beyond their borders, but the empire doesn't like to publicize the fact they don't actually encompass the entire known universe. so they smudge the edges, and dictate to mapmakers and historians what to write, and as far as everyone knows, the edge of the universe and the empire are one and the same. and, claire, well... there is a reason why after graduating she got sent to an unimportant museum while her friends got positions in the capital.

❛⠀ one more minute and we will — no, wait, wait a second!⠀ ❜ ⠀claire lifts her wrist, tapping on the buzzing screen. ⠀❛⠀ look at that, right on time. well, it seems it is just going to be the two of us today. welcome to the museum at the edge of the universe, i'm claire ravenwood and i'll be your tour guide in this amazing, one-of-a-kind journey! ⠀ ❜

[ladyatlas]

“HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM! – What are you doing here?! And don’t even try running, this gun is loaded, and I have no issues shooting you.” | @n1nth LIKED.

[publicabsent]

@n1nth. / continued.

just because she doesn't believe what this man says doesn't mean she's going to go out there -- she can most certainly hear something, & she's not a complete fool. the diminutive brunette crosses her arms, a not-at-all stern frown on freckled features. (he really could be a bit more delicate with her mother's cookware.) "pl - pleas-se don-n't dem - dem-mol-lish-sh the k-k-kit-tchen? pl - leas-se."

[nightmdic]

❛  watch out!  ❜

"Watch out for - !"

She's quick to notice the strange being after his warning, swift to duck behind the wall just in time to miss being shot by - was that. . .some sort of blaster?!

Why does she feel as though she's suddenly in a sci-fi film?

"What the hell is going on?!"

@n1nth

[yearnstarved]

─── ⋆ CHANG'E TRIED TO SUMMARIZE HER SITUATION. To the best of her abilities anyway. "Thank you, Doctor. Even if there was a way to return from where I cam, I'll have to decline. I ran from everything I knew. I don't think I can call it home anymore." She stopped to draw a long breath. "Do you think that's a cowardly thing of me to do?"

( @n1nth )

[maestrs]

@n1nth continued from x.

OFFENDED SCOFF escapes crimson lips at his response, placing digits upon the white fabric of her own before turning her attention away from the other. IT'S NOT HER FAULT that the other is quiet as a cybermite in his own craft, giving them all the chances in the world to give a word of input in their (unusual) discussions. You’re usually talkative by now even with the rage and grief of war in your hearts, old friend, why the sudden change now? Curious hearts need to know.

❝ RUDE coming from you and whatever you’re sporting. Nineties homeless rocker? Oh Doctor, you could’ve done so much better. ❞ THERE SHE GOES, proving his point from his response once more. Talkative in this incarnation, isn’t she? Not like she’s following previous footsteps. Painted digit is given, circling around in a motion towards him. ❝ Especially from you, sweet cheeks. You almost talked my ear off in your previous incarnations. One more word and I would’ve ended it on the spot! ���

[clochanamarch]

it's like the place wants to calm her down. nothing has changed, of course. the mountain is still the same height, the rocks as jagged, the silence as deafening. she has to snap her fingers next to her ear every so often, just to see if it's the planet or her own senses. it's always the former. though... today, as she begins the climb, it's as though vormir wants to lend her some comfort. a breeze void of temperature rushes over her skin. the slope evens out into a regular interval of plateaus. halfway up, it's as though someone wants to bring her gifts. a flask of cool water. a blanket. patches of flowers that peek from the grey void surrounding her.

it's when she reaches the top, mercifully void of companion, that the silence fades somehow. like someone's covering her ears gently, granting her a less isolating peace with which to make her next decision. only, it's a decision she's already made. step forward. lose her mortality. be destined for the path that the soul stone carved for itself an eternity ago. it's the best option. the only option. she's just made the first step when a shadow flickers behind her, and she turns just as his hand gently catches hers.

" it's the only way. " she tries to make @n1nth understand. she's resigned herself to this, guarded it from the squad, the kids, her dads... there really was only one person who might have been able to see through it all. and now he's holding her hand before she can get close enough to the edge to see it through. " you would do the exact same thing. we both know it. i mean, what's to stop another lunatic from coming up here and doing the same thing thanos did?! what's to stop me from failing? this is a guarantee that nobody can destroy. i step over, the planet is destroyed, and i... well, i become what fate wanted me to be all along. we both know it's the only way, so just let me-- "

❗❗❗ (Send " ❗❗❗ " for your muse to suddenly and unexpectedly kiss mine. ACCEPTING!)

and his lips capture hers, and his hand cups her face, and she leans in and gives in with such a jarring lack of resistance that she wonders if he even had a counter-argument ready in the first place. he kisses her like the universe might be remade anew by the touch alone. the kiss burns into her soul, and she opens her mouth against his, drinking in that dazzling force of him, eyes closing as her other hand lifts up to caress the side of his neck. he smells like leather and dust and stars, and she wonders if it's possible to just stay like this until time runs out and there are no more choices to make.

and that's exactly why she has to do it.

her hands flatten, ending the kiss as they divide their lips and cover his mouth. " it's happening. i love you. please try to understand. just... go back inside, get off the planet, and come back to collect me once it's all over. okay? but vormir has seen her final death. no more will be killed to possess this power. "

when she turns and steps forward, and a plunge becomes her rising up above the void, arms outstretched as a mortal soul ends and an immortal one begins, she can still taste that kiss searing through her soul.

[victoriousfidelity]

@n1nth sent: [ captured ] while receiver waits for sender to arrive, sender is shoved into receiver's view, captured by the enemy. prompts for a secret rendezvous with your lover. | accepting.

The visit to Ýdalir was supposed to be straightforward - a diplomatic meeting with a nobleman who wasn't quite on-board with her mother's way of running things.

Sigyn is quickly learning that 'straightforward' and 'the Doctor' are not concepts which sit well together.

Her conversation with the aforementioned nobleman is cut off at the sound of the doors opening, and she feels the icy creep of dread as she turns her head towards it. The Doctor is dragged through by a set of guards and she takes a moment to steel herself, tamping down her instinctive reaction (defensive anger) in the name of cool diplomacy.

So much for peace treaties, she thinks as she briefly meets the Doctor's gaze, silently willing him to stay quiet as she tries to fix this.

"I do not think capturing my friend meets the terms of our alliance," She informs her host, keeping her tone even. "If he has done anything to offend you, please accept my sincere apologies - and allow us to leave at once."

[lunarfey]

📐 6ft

prompt, accepting / @n1nth

exactly one foot apart :')

[nursc]

with a half-backed plan, and only her smile as back-up, christine knew she was playing with fire. there was no back-up. no starfleet to beam-down at the last second, with an escape plan and pike's patented worried look. if she mucked this up -- which, she wasn't going to do, because she had no other option but to act her best, it was on her, and her only to get herself out of this.

except... he seemed familiar. christine never forgot a face. a name? perhaps, but not often, she was good with keeping those things locked up in her mind. only, the closer she looked, trying to appear uninterested and only half-succeeding, blue eyes peaking out from behind the newspaper far too many times, the farther away his name seemed, like an actor she'd seen as an extra in a movie. familiar, only he had done nothing to win that familiarity except appear at the screen for more than five seconds.

❛⠀ sorry,⠀ ❜⠀ she said, setting the newspaper down by her coffee-cup, switching over to sit next to him on the other couch, their hosts, who had been locked in a fight at the end of the room for the better half of the past hour not sparing her a glance.⠀ ❛⠀ sorry to bother you, but you look so familiar. have we met? or, no, wait, don't tell me, you're famous. that's why they are being so hush-hush with your name?⠀ ❜

┊ ┊ starter call. ☆ @n1nth

[faegfx]

hello! i was just wondering if you were going to be opening your commissions soon? i'm interested in commissioning an icon border as i love your work !

hello! i absolutely want to open my commissions, but i'm kind of stuck in a financial situation at the moment where i'm trying to make rent for next month lmao. and since i usually have to purchase specific assets for commissions, i'm not really in a position to do that at the moment. i'm waiting on a new job to start though, so as soon as i get my finances in order, i will hopefully work towards finally opening commissions. please keep checking back though! hopefully it won't be too much longer of a wait.

[goldshadows]

when i see ur blog i always think of sav <3

when you think of my blog who's the first muse you think of?, accepting.

idk what it is about your muses in particular but she just flocked to all of them huh