#protectivemuses

[reflective-muses]

@protectivemuses cont from: x

“I’ve always self-isolated in the past, so it’s fine.  I’ll keep to my room and try to stay out of your space until this is over,” Kaveh replied, trying to force away any discomfort his body was preparing to put him through for the next several days.

“I’ll stock up on water and snacks as much as I can now so I don’t need to bother you later,” he continued as he stepped into the kitchen to procure as many food and water supplies as he could carry to keep in his room.

Carmine eyes glanced over at the laundry in the bathroom as he passed by, but he redirected his focus.  He could rummage through that later… when Alhaitham wasn’t home.

Kaveh did, however, grab some of the pillows from the divans in the living room aside from the ones that his roommate was using and brought them to his room.  He made a couple more paces through the house to gather a few other things he knew he’d need and then closed his bedroom door.

This wasn't even supposed to happen.  Had he missed taking his suppressants?  Kaveh had always been good about taking them on time.  He glanced at the calendar hanging on his wall, scrutinizing it.  It was packed full of client meetings and other things he had to do–and also kept track of his suppressants schedule.  A curse was hissed behind his closed door.

The blond popped his head out of his room and he looked at Alhaitham.

“I hate to ask this but… if I give you a list of my clients for this week could you tell them I need to postpone our meetings? Please?” he requested, his eyes pleading.

“It’s not a lot of people–just three.  Tell them I’m sick or something, and that I’ll get in touch with them to reschedule,” he explained and then offered, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

Kaveh could buy them dinner or make a favorite dish of Alhaitham’s as a ‘thank you’ once this was over with.

[captivemuses]

He calls bullshit on giving people trash working, Caelus knows his boyfriend sighs and shakes his head when he sees his raccoon digging in yet another can to see what he finds.

[ofcrossroads]

@protectivemuses continued from here.

“ With Kuni-chan? Yeah, it's kinda like that. ” Or at least it used to be when they worked together. “ He would scold me whenever I tried to pay saying, there's no point if he would just get billed later. Haha ♥. ” Good times, good times. “ But Sakuya's Tsubaki's subclass, right? Tsubaki's a CEO. ” Tsurugi waves dismissively. “ I bet he gives a big big allowance. ”

Although, maybe Tsurugi's read the room wrong. “ But if you're talking about Misono-chan, ” Tsurugi snakes his arm around Mahiru's shoulders. “ Alicein money is really, really good. They have deep pockets. ” He's making it sound like it's a meal worth drooling over. “ And Tetsu-chan? He has that Tsukimitsu money. Theirs is nice too. ” He turned his head to Mahiru then, getting a little too close. “ You didn't know you had such rich friends, did you? ”

[chasmanthum]

@protectivemuses || plotted starter.

They had been traveling for two days straight. He was tired, but there was no stopping for them. Not after mother packed them up in the middle of the night, she seemed angry and upset and she held his hand, tried to carry him because 'little boys need rest'. She gave up eventually for a while before he did in fact fall asleep when they finally took a break just to wake up later in his mother's arms.

Eventually though they found a village. They were nice, welcoming. Not like the people in the last village that gave them dirty looks the second they came until his mother told him they had to leave.

He liked them alot already but his mother kept a close hold on him as she talked to the other adults until he spotted a white haired boy. Their eyes met and he tugged at his mother's hand. He saw her eyes dart from him to the other boy before she just sighed and let him go.

[mcwscollective]

@protectivemuses for Mahiru

"Why do you always do that?" Kuro asked, stretched out across the floor of Mahiru's living room. The television was on, playing some old anime that the vampire hadn't stopped to pay any attention to; his focus solely on the game in his hands. He only tore his hand and face away from the small screen in order to retrieve another bite of one of the many snacks scattered around himself, although he did spare a quick glance in Mahiru's direction as well.

"I know you had a lot to say about 'someone having to do things,' but when are you gonna learn that that someone doesn't have to be you?" Back to his snacks. Back to his game. Mahiru could be left to figure out the baking situation for his classmates on his own. "Not like they're doing anything for you tonight, are they?" It was just good sense to do things when there was some kind of two-way street going on.

Any servamp understood that: they got blood in order to fight their Eve's battles... but when there was nothing? What was the point?

[kyukicho]

@protectivemuses asked:

Shinichiro vc: Mikey, it's okay to fight for who you love but you can't just go around trying to fight everyone who looks at them either..

"Maybe YOU can't. But I sure can! Bring 'em ALL on!"

[be777oved]

Me and Caelus are wrapping both you and Sunday up in blankets and giving headpats.

/I hope you get feeling better soon! Stupid migraine. I'll throw hands with it. 🤜

thank you ari!! my new years resolution is to drink more water💀

turns out, sometimes, you really do need to hydrate before you dydrate. i hope you and anyone reading this are having a great new years and has a safe and fun 2025 !! DRINK WATER !!

[constellaris]

@protectivemuses : Silverwolf is staring at him expectantly. "...Can I draw on your bandages again?"

" ... If it amuses you for a while , I suppose . " He does like seeing her happy, even if he doesn't express it.

[muses-of-teyvat]

@protectivemuses liked for an hsr verse starter!

Sometimes life just threw things at you and you had to handle them as they came. Wriothesley had a lot of experience honing that particular skill. It wasn't like he minded, either, not when it was something inconsequential and fairly fun. When he'd visited the Xianzhou Zhuming on business - intending to inquire about the fleet's artificial suns and whether a smaller one could be manufactured for the Fortress of Meropide - he'd certainly not expected to be put to work while the general he was supposed to talk to was busy with other matters. But alas, one of the craftsmen in their incredibly massive forge had taken one look at his build and more or less dumped a load of heavy spears into his arms and told him to 'take these to requisitions'. He'd... figured it out from there. It had been about four hours now, and Wriothesley was honestly having the time of his life running to and fro and learning all manner of things. It wasn't all too different from when he'd been a kid in the Production Zone, except people were nicer, as a rule. Currently he was carrying a rather heavy sword that was apparently 'cursed', which meant he was not supposed to 'touch it directly or talk to it'. This was possibly the strangest thing he'd done all day, but he was curious to see where it lead. Entering the workshop he'd been sent to, he did a double take at first. There was no burly blacksmith here, just a little girl, handling the blade she was holding with clear expertise. ... ah, well. Wriothesley was good with kids. "Excuse me, hi, you wouldn't be Miss Yunli, would you? I have this to be melted down?" He waved with the sword a bit.

[reflective-muses]

cont from: x @protectivemuses

"That makes sense." Aventurine could relate to the feeling of being on edge and the anxiety. His fate was always hanging by a thread, after all.

"There's some coffee in the lobby. Or, I could order you a better coffee from a nearby coffee shop, extra espresso." By could, of course he meant he was going to. He already had his phone out and the app open.

"How do you like your coffee, friend?"

[captivemuses]

❝ Bite me harder. ❞ / Dancae

👻୧‿︵‿︵ dirty whispers sentence starters

It didn't help that Dan Heng was already taking a moment to mark up his boyfriends neck now that they were back in their room for the night, but it didn't surprise him at all that Caelus all but moaned out the request after fangs already sank into his skin once where the Vidyadhara marked him up. Blue eyes glanced up upon hearing Caelus' words, and he debated for a moment on doing it or not since he already bit once.

After a moment of deliberation Dan Heng's lips kissed the spot just bit, then moved a little further down his neck to make sure the same spot wasn't bitten twice and ache more later. But it meant the Trailblazers neck was marked up twice as much now, and he was still making his boyfriend happy. Kisses were peppered on the second bite mark, and if Caelus listened he'd hear a quiet purring while he was still being held.

[ofcrossroads]

@protectivemuses replied to your post ““ I understand why Sloth is so tired all the time....”:

Mahiru vc: So why are you tired then? 😂

“ How mean! ” He's laughing hysterically. “ I see why Kuro-chan complains now. ”

[chasmanthum]

@protectivemuses asked, "After everything going on with chaos, it was no wonder Phainon's immune system was weakened since he wasn't resting properly. And now that had all caught up to him. Constantly missed aims from sudden coughing fits during the sparring, or constant focus issues when his head feels like it's going to explode and it feels like the pounding is louder than their voices. But he isn't prepared when he coughs too hard, chest hurting and lungs struggling to breathe as he starts to collapse to the ground, only catching himself when Mydeimos is beside him. "Sorry," He pants out, paler than usual as he tries to catch his breath. "I'll be fine to continue in a just few moments- Apologies." Only slightly Prompted || Status: Accepting

Mydei knew battlefields, he understood horrible injuries (fatal and crippling) and he understood seeing friends on their death beds from illness. He was used to the cruelty of the world but still understood the softer parts.

Not as much as he supposes he should, but he did.

He knew not everything was a life or death situation. So when they were sparring he ignored it, or at least tried. Every time a growing more nervousness in his belly as Phainon kept missing. He decided to stop playing this game when Phainon fell, he reached out to try to help out of instinct and to make sure Phainon didn't fall face first in the street as for a moment he was geniunely scared.

It wasn't hard for that fear to switch the anger. Not when he still rested a hand against Phainon's back like Mydei could actually break him with just a rough touch but voice full of vitriol, "are you out of your mind? I knew something was wrong."

And yet he chose not to say it. Chose to pretend it was probably nothing.

"Come on, you're going to bed." He was already taking off one of his gauntlets and setting it to the side before he pressed it to Phainon's forehead.

[frozenambiguity]

continued from here. | @protectivemuses

Some traits are hard to erase. Those that derive from childhood are no exception.

One needs only be attentive to notice them. One can sense how the captain’s disposition changes on sunny days if blessed with such a skill. How his shoulders relax and his steps become carefree when in the heart of the city, bustling with familiar voices. How his laughter mixes with the sound of waves, seagulls, and water splashing as he runs and plays with Klee near the seashore. How his gaze twinkles as he searches for the most beautiful of shells. How he acts in specific ways, sometimes surprisingly docile, other times incredibly petty, to get precisely what he wants. How he becomes shy when he is at the center of attention. How he yearns for warmth and simplicity.

Or how he pouts when a particular wound is bothering him.

Adelinde and the rest of the servants call him the Winery’s sun. Truly, it takes so little for him to shine. Some would be surprised.

Although Kaeya has learned to remain in the shadows, oh, how he sometimes longs for the light. So, when a familiar redhead approaches him, face stern yet concealing genuine care, he begins to shine. There is disbelief, at first. A shy smile threatens to be drawn. And, at last, a hand is weakly extended. An act of hesitant obedience, which ends all too soon once he opens his mouth, offering a teasing retort of his own.

«Why? Scared I would bleed out and dirty your precious counters, Master Diluc?~» Kaeya knows the redhead is trying to take care of him, in his own awkward, messy way. Kaeya can only hope Diluc knows this is his way of saying Thanks.

They do not need to voice feelings for them to be understood.

Has it not always been like this between them?

«Don't you worry about that. I am a man of principle, you know? I wouldn't want to scare your customers away or have Angel's Share fail a health inspection. Although...» A knowing look on his features. «A cool wound under such a punk rock glove would add character now, wouldn't it?» Conversation for the sake of conversation. Perhaps it seems meaningless, the topic of debate silly. But how long... How long has it been since they last interacted like this?

[deathfavor]

shakes treats for older tora threads - @protectivemuses

At eighteen, Kazutora knew violence better than most people would their entire lives. He had known it his whole life, but three years ago the lifeline had snapped. Maybe. He's not really sure, only that Hanma and Kisaki had been there to pick up pieces and remind the tiger to sharpen his claws until he was a weapon for others. Pay the tiger and you'll have violence delivered to your enemies.

Toman was the one exception. But then it'd gone quiet. Maybe they disbanded. Kazutora didn't know. He didn't care. He never wanted to hear anything about it. And not about a particular someone. Made life easier for him.

Kazutora ignores the blood splattered on him as he leaves an alleyway and lingers at the entrance. It only takes a moment for him to pull out a cigarette and light it, drawing in a lungful of smoke. Most people are smart enough to know to avoid attracting the tiger's attention, when danger radiates from him. The few who don't are simply because they know him and there's a simply lift of chins in acknowledgement to each other.

At least, till there's a new face he doesn't recognize. Gold eyes focus on him, uncanny in their almost unblinking, wide stare. " You need something? " Kazutora asks after a minute, looking the guy over. Something seems familiar but Kazutora can't figure out what it might be. " Cause if you don't, I'd recommend stop staring. That shit can get you in all sorts of trouble. " He laughs, a bit harsh, something sharp edged in the sound.

[be777oved]

Looking up, Diluc pauses with a soft chuckle. "Ah. It's you. It's nice to see you up and about. Come on, take a seat. How are you feeling?" He asks, pausing from cleaning the bar counter so the other could sit down if he so chose to. "Can I get you something to drink while you're here? I have regular drinks too if alcohol isn't what you're feeling." After all, it wasn't exactly like the two ever really had much time to catch up to begin with, but now could always be different.

"I feel as though I've overslept."

Sunday is not often one to complain. Keeping his problems bottled up like a shaken soulglad. Maybe it's the taverns warm atmosphere, or maybe it's the presence of the man behind the counter that makes him comfortable with sharing his woes. He feels tired, even after dreaming for so long. An unexpected side effect of his centuries-long slumber. "That depends, do you have anything that will rid me of this dreadful headache?"

He slumps into a seat, pressing this thumbs to the the bridge of his nose. The bar is more comfortable than he cares to admit. It's no wonder so many people come here to spend their nights and try to forget all their troubles.