#vulpes mortem

[mosraev]

Out to her family and friends her spirit wandered of.

She wondered if they'd miss her and hear her dying song - Vulpes Mortem (Don't Cry for the Fox, Mosræv 2016)

The first year I was at summer camp I got 12-13 days to record a song and this was what I came up with. The song itself is a religious symbolism irish-inspired singer songwriter ballad about a dying fox... as you do.

You can also find the song in this lyric combilation.

Recorded between july 18-29 2016 - Pre-T - Lyrics under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

On a God blessed meadow last in July

a sillouette of a dying fox came into the light.

She was badly wounded by a dog's bite

She lay down,

accept her fate that she would soon bleed dry.

Good Lord in the heavens, hear my last cry:

This blessed upon land will be where I will die.

She inhaled relief with her dying breath.

On a grass soft pillow she laid her head to rest.

Out to her family and friends her spirit wandered off.

She wondered if they would miss her

and hear her dying song:

Good Lord in the heavens, hear my last cry.

So don't cry for the fox, little one.

She made peace with her death.

When the sun set in the west, out came fireflies.

Enlightened her deathbed they flew to her side.

She prayed: God show me mercy! let my soul purify,

so I too can be a wandering star humming in the night.

Good Lord in the heavens, hear my last cry:

This blessed upon land will be where I will die.

Good Lord in the heavens, hear my last cry:

This blessed upon land will be where I will die

[creatorbiaze]

Introduction!

About Me!

Hello, I'm Mystic! I also go by cb (short for CreatorBlaze) & pretty much whatever nicknames you wanna give me. I use any pronouns, as I don't have much preference.

I draw a lot & sometimes write, and I talk about my OCs frequently.

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all of my important OCs have specific tags for them in full name form, including Vizerxa Mortem, Sidera Noctis, Amaranth Adams, Clara Ventus, Genesis Ventus, and so on. If they don't have a full name, their tag will be "(name) (title)/(world)", such as "Z the Historian", and "Ares of Xalau's Multiverse".

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@shenanigan-duo (Timere & Ceriveri)

@mythical-enthusiast (Human!Timere)

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@forsaken-historian (Z)

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@freed-from-chains-of-string (Astaroth)

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@shields-and-crowns (Argyros)

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@the-starlit-author (zenza b4 death)

@to-walk-through-the-shadows (Kage) & @the-songs-that-surround-us (Akira) are bsd oc blogs

@in-here-the-musics-flowing (astele) & @have-you-heard-the-story (Hedera) for a friend's royal au

They're oc blogs. Feel free to send them literally any questions/interactions, though i don't answer nsfw things.

[falloutwritings]

Request (Anonymous): How Vulpes realizes and accepts that he's falling for the Courier.

When Vulpes Inculta begins to fall for you, he mistakes it for anger. He mistakes it for a need of vengeance, a taste for blood. He has long convinced himself that is what he's a companion for anyway--when you killed Caesar and decimated the Legion camp, you had spared him, had refused to kill him for one reason or another. Vulpes had seen this as a weakness, but he was also terrified of what would await him under the new leadership of Legate Lanius once the man arrived; with the death of Casear, the new leader's rage would be unbridled. Lanius already had a disdain for Vulpes, and the Frumentarii knew that well--Caesar was the only man Vulpes trusted not to kill him outright  and for that, Vulpes joined you. He didn't bother to claim his desire for reformation either--you simply took him in, likely knowing fully well that it was all the same as letting a rattlesnake in your home. Vulpes thought you a fool and himself as the rightful hand of anger for Caesar's post-mortem wrath, of course, figuring that the hand of fate had given you a lapse of judgement--or perhaps you were simply stupider than he had been led to assume by your actions. Every time that Vulpes decided to kill you, he would later decide against it. No, it wasn't the right time, wasn't the right place. There were either too many people or perhaps he figured there was still useful information to be gained from you. That was how the Legion saw people, after all. Their worth as a resource, their lives a number in the greater plans of conquest. Vulpes was not unfamiliar with this culture of cold hearts and merciless notions, he was a child of the Legion--there was no such thing as care or comfort, only victory and pride. There was no kindness without ulterior motives, no compassion without corruption. He didn't understand you. Vulpes saw your deeds across the Mojave  saw how you treated others, how you fought for the weak, how you.... How you spared him. Took Vulpes in to your ragtag family of degenerates and filth, how you disregarded every notion of danger with him in your fold. Vulpes was one of Caesar's most prized Frumentarii, and yet....you offered him the taboo of mercy. The nonexistent gift of kindness. Vulpes had long thought that his thoughts of you were fueled only by hatred and a need for revenge, but as time continued to flow, it became clear those true feelings were simply misunderstood guilt. Care. Compassion. With so many years of Legion ideals forced into him, Vulpes has one hell of a time filtering through his feelings for you--most of them are not spoken, but communicated through action alone. How he begins to protect you, how he begins to open up to the idea of the NCR, how he sees a true beauty in a land without slavery, without a cold, uncaring heart of a man who saw himself akin to a god. That's when Vulpes realized he's in love with you.

[mellieyumi711]

The Princess and The Prince Thief: A Miraculous Fanficiton

The Princess and The Prince Thief- Chapter Two

Summary: Princess Marinette of the Kingdom of Creaturae was very happy. Her reasons?-The notorious thief Chat Noir was locked up, her 21st birthday was soon, and she was going to become Queen. That is, until it was decided that she had to marry the mysterious Prince Adrien of the Kingdom of Mortem in order to become Queen. To make matters worse, Chat Noir escaped from jail and is visiting her almost every night. Having to run a kingdom is bad enough, but falling in love with a thief and a prince is the hardest part of all.

Genre: Fiction-Fantasy/Romance AU

Rated: T for Teen- Ages 15+

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                              read chapter one here

Chapter Two

-A Figure in the Night-

Prince Adrien began to grow restless as the House of Cheng staff was attending to his quite swollen foot, exchanging another towel of now melted ice for another, more full wrap. King Tom was doing damage control with Adrien’s father, King Gabriel, while Queen Sabine kept apologizing profusely to the young prince. The party was beginning to wane, with only a few from the Kingdom of Testudo, Apis, and Vulpes staying around. These Kingdoms had more to lose if this little stunt meant the start of a war, since trade and treaties already drew ally lines. Adrien knew this, wanting to make sure that nothing happened to push the idea.

    “I am really truly sorry, dear,” the older Queen began again, this time grabbing the wrap of ice from a young house butler and attending to Adrien’s foot herself. She looked flushed and scared, causing Adrien to frown.

“Your Highness, please,” Adrien caught her before her hands touched his foot, “You are not at fault, and it is okay.” Really, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but Princess Marinette, but Adrien was kinder than that.

Chloe Bourgeois, however, was not.

“Adrakins!!”

She rushed passed staff and even other royals, grabbing Adrien by the arm and hugging it tightly. Fake tears flooded her eyes, her face red, and she looked up at Adrien with big blue bug-like eyes.

“You can still marry me. I wouldn’t do anything like this to you! How dare that girl!” Princess Chloe shot a evil stare towards the area where Marinette ran off, where a double french door opened to the outside. A yearning tugged at Adrien’s heart; he wanted to go after her.

“Chloe, you know I have to do this. It is for continued peace in our lifetime,” Adrien stated, pushing the young blonde girl off of him as he tried to stand. Continued peace in an unstable landscape. Grateful of his oldest friend, but tired of her annoying antects, he knew she just wanted to make sure he was okay. He didn’t put much weight on the injured foot, hobbling over towards his father and King Tom. A young auburn haired girl passed him on the way, her eyes narrowed in annoyance as soon as she saw Adrien. She bumped his shoulder, hard,  either on accident or on purpose, causing Adrien to grunt and almost trip. With no words of apology, she kept walking past him in a hurried stride.

‘O..okayy,’ Adrien thought, raising a curious eyebrow at that woman’s rudeness but continuing on.

Catching the last bit of the conversation between his father and King Tom, Adrien thanked the gods he had impeccable timing.

“Tom, you are going to have to get your daughter under control. I don’t want my son marrying a willdabeast,” King Gabriel Agreste hissed, his stiff demeter complimenting his blue and silver tux suit. The symbol of the House of Agreste, a blue butterfly, rested on the tall man’s brooch. The King of the Land of Destruction never looked more fit for the part. Since the passing of his beloved mother years before, Adrien couldn’t remember a time when his father actually smiled.

“Be glad Adrien’s foot wasn’t actually broken, or we would be talking under fire right now.”

“Gabriel..” King Tom pierched his lips tight, but Adrien approached before any other words could have been said. Tom’s face shifted dramatically, beaming and grateful.

“Adrien,dear boy! Are you making it around alright?” Tom slapped the boy on the back playfully, causing Adrien to almost fall, but he quickly regained balance.

“I am okay thanks to your amazing staff, King Tom,” Adrien said, glancing over at the hurried maids and butlers that were trying to clean up. His voice grew concerned as he turned back to the older men, “Has anyone heard from Princess Marinette?”

King Gabriel huffed, lifting his nose, “That girl has apparently retreated back to her quarters on account of her embarrassing situation. We are going to be stay here at Creaturae palace, my son, till the Princess’s birthday. That way, the Princess can make it up to you properly.” Gabriel gave Adrien a side look, communicating without words. Ah, yes. The Plan.

Adrien didn’t forget, despite wanting too. He sighed and nodded, excusing himself and heading outside through the doors. The air was cool, as autumn was on the way. The stars shone like simmering waves of diamonds across the sky, and creatures of the night echoed. Creaturae felt so much more..alive.. than Mortem, even at night. Adrien felt terrible for what they were trying to do to it.

Walking through the beautiful gardens, Adrien got lost in his thoughts. He went over the plan again in his head, especially since his father drilled it to him over a hundred times now. Marry Marinette, kill Marinette, take over the Kingdom of Creaturae from the inside. Simple, easy.

“Not if Chat Noir has anything to say about it,” Adrien spoke out loud in a whisper, serving up a coy smile. He might have been caught in Apis a week before, but Chloe ended up pulling a few strings without raising suspicion. She promised to ‘reform’ the notorious thief, but Adrien left with a big favor owned to Chloe. Going from Kingdom to Kingdom, town to town, Adrien as Chat Noir was searching for something to help him control the destruction powers that his family is known for.

The urge, the inch, crept over Adrien, sending shivers down his spine. A faint black glow surrounded his hands, and the rush filled his blood. The powers of destruction were like a drug, and he hated it. He had to run away from it, run over the rooftops, and scout out for his prey. This was the last Kingdom, and if the Ring of Plagg wasn’t here, if his mother was wrong this whole time…

   After calming down a bit, the prince made his way to the guest house by the large angelic fountain in solemn silence, having asked to have this place for reasons such as this. His father insisted he stayed with him in the palace, but after convincing him that it would work out better if he wasn’t in the Princess’s face, his father agreed to let him stay in the outside guest house.

As he entered, his trusted friend and serving Protector Knight sat in front of the lit fireplace, playing soft music on his violin. Nino Lahiffe was technically the crown Prince of Testudo, heir to the House of Lahiffe, but as by law and tradition, he had to serve as a Protector Knight to a royal Agreste until that Agreste took the throne. Adrien was glad Nino was with him, the only true friend he had who understood his need to block his powers of death.

 “You got comfortable quick,” Adrien commented, enjoying the sweet melody as Nino brought it to a close. The blonde prince sat down across from his friend in a big leather chair. Nino flashed a big smile, his golden eyes full of excitement. A set of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He placed the violin down, resting his chin in his hand in contentment.

“Sorry I didn’t stick around to watch you get attended too,” the young knight began, “But I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to play what I was feeling.”

Adrien returned the warm greeting, saying, “It was a bit different this time. Did something happen?”

“Well, I saw the beautiful Princess Marinette, for one.”

Adrien grunted and snickered.

“And for two, I also met her Lady-in-waiting, Alya Cesaire.”

Adrien perked up, sitting up straight. “As in, the Princess of the House of Cesaire?”

Nino nodded, “Yeah man, the very same. Apparently she and her family were exiled here after that uprising in Vulpus a few years back. Now they work for Marinette’s family as tutors and mentors. The House of Rossi seemed to have some help getting to the top of Vulpus.” Nino shot a curious expression, “You wouldn’t happen to know how they did that, would you, my liege?”

Adrien fidgeted a bit in his seat, staring away from Nino’s knowing eyes. Yes, King Gabriel Agreste made a deal with the House of Rossi to overthrow the House of Cesaire and secure the Kingdom of Vulpus for themselves. In return, Gabriel would have their armies and their help if a war began. But Adrien didn’t realize that the Cesaire’s were banished here; he still thought they were in Vulpus. So much for paying attention at royal council meetings.

Nino chuckled at Adrien, not really expecting an answer, “Well, it remains a mystery for now.” He picked up the violin again, plucking at the strings to release a single, solemn tune.

“Lady Alya and I will be meeting you guys tomorrow for breakfast. Your belongings are already in your room, and the important stuff is sitting in the wardrobe. Good night, Adrien.”

The prince smiled and nodded, leaving his friend to his music and making his way up the stairs. Greeting him in the wardrobe, was the black bag of his alter ego. Sitting right on top was his outfit, and under was all the cat embedded and decorated rings and jewels he has stolen through the Kingdoms. But they were all fakes, replicas or rumored to be The Ring of Plagg, God of Destruction. Adrien planned on returning the items once the real ring was found.

 Assembling his gear, Adrien eyed himself in the mirror, and noted how his black hood hid his blonde hair so well. A black mask with a glamor spell made his eyes slitted and bright, exactly like a cat and giving him excellent night-vision.The leather suit was tailored to his exact measurements, and a enchanted belt swayed back and forth behind him, giving him extra balance and agility. A silver metal staff, configured to extend as needed, was hoisted in his backpack.

 Out the window, onto the tiles of the palace roof, Chat Noir climbed. He sat among the stars as close as he could be, seeing the whole town from palace tops.

His foot stung, sending sharp pain signals and causing the vigilante to stop at a balcony. ‘Shit’ he thought, ‘Looks like tonight will be a short one.’ He bent down, took off his boot, and rubbed his foot, hissing at the pain.

“Are you hurt?”

Jumping backwards, almost falling off the rails, Chat grabbed the metal bar and his tail steadied him. He stood up and came face to face with Princess Marinette; her hair down around her face, eyes swollen red. A lump stone sat in the cat thief’s throat at the presence of the breath-taking Queen-to-be.

She had on a black silk robe, hugging it tightly around her form. The glass door behind her revealed a small lamp lit on a wooden side table, but no one else. She took another step forward, slowly, and asked again,

“Are you hurt?”

Chat Noir’s heart raced wildly, torned between actually addressing her as the princess, or pretending he doesn’t know who she is. He really needed to leave, though, before she called the guards. But he was curious, as his feline nature got the best of him.

“Yes,” he ended up saying, “ I hurt my foot.” The lie escaped him easy, playing it safe to be honest. If she really was to turn him in, she would have already called the guards, he told himself.

Princess Marinette reached out her hand, hesitant. She took another step, then stopped. “Do you mind if I healed you?” Her voice was calm, caring. She was breathing normally and didn’t seemed afraid. Chat Noir was taken aback, staring at the kind-hearted woman with disbelief.. Does she even know who he is? Without pushing his luck too much, he shook his head, and Marinette came closer. She crouched down, hovering her right hand over the hurt foot. Her hand began to glow with a faint pinkish hue, and she lowered it, touching Chat’s exposed ankle.

Another hiss escaped the thief’s lips as a slight burn then cooling reaction rippled across his foot. And as quick as it was, Marinette stepped back with a smile and nod. Chat Noir rolled his ankle, his foot completely healed. So that’s the power of the House of Cheng. No wonder his father wants this family gone.

“Thank you,” he said, strapping his boot back on. “I owe you one,miss ..uh..?” He played dumb, giving the ignorance is bliss approach.

“Marinette, Princess of Creaturae,” she giggled at him, “I am surprised you do not know me. But of course, I know you, infamous Chat Noir.”

Adrenaline rushed through Chat, and he grabbed the railing in order to make a quick escape.

“You knew, and yet helped me anyway, Princess?”

“No one should be in pain.”

“But I am a thief.”

“And I am a Princess,” Marinette rebutted back, “And yet, kindness is something that still applies to me.” She tapped her chin in thought, a smirk crossing her face, “How about, you don’t steal anything from my kingdom, and we call it even?”

Raising an eyebrow, questioning Marinette’s true intentions, Chat Noir laughed. “Even if I say I won’t, we both know I will anyway.”

Marinette shrugged and kept her cheerful expression, enjoying their witty banter, “ As expected, but I won’t heal anymore foots, for future reference.” In an instant, Chat grabbed her hand gently and kissed the back of it with a slow, soft peek of his lips, noting her instant flushed face. “Noted, Princess,” he said in hushed tones, “ Then I’ll come back for a slight sniffle.” The same feeling Adrien felt when they were dancing returned, an electric pulse between them. Before his body betrayed him, Chat Noir backed up and jumped onto the thin railing, balancing and crouching down. He winked at the flustered woman, jumping off the balcony backwards into the night.

Marinette rushed to the edge, peering over to see the thief had disappeared completely. Her heart was racing, her mind clouded. The same feeling she felt with Adrien. The same wink he gave her during their dance. And yet, different.  

She should have called the guards as soon as she heard the loud thump, but something told her to show this wanted criminal compassion. She tilted her head up to the night sky, studying the stars for an answer, before making her way back into her room and shutting the door.

 Chat Noir leaned forward into the starlight from the shadows under the balcony, a wide-smile never escaping his face. Tomorrow morning, he’ll apologize as Adrien, and tomorrow night, he’ll go on the hunt for the Ring of Plagg.

Author’s Note: So my schedule for this will be every Friday- I already have chapters 3 and 4- 

[mosraev]

Lyrics through the decade 4/10

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 4; 2016

For some reason I wrote a lot about death and mortality together with the smallest things in life such as getting pissed about social media, having trouble giving a compliment and being a over-the-top fanperson. So yeah this one will be a rollercoaster.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic1); Faith

I wrote this song after learning about a terrorist attack in Tyrkey happening on Easter sunday so it plays a lot on the morality across religion and looking at the world with bitterness but also a bit of hope that things might be better (how naive thinking about what happened in 2022)

Featured lyric:

((Extended)) Go for trust and go pray on this sad, holy day

Who are you praying to?

It might affect if you'll see another day.

Song 2 (pic2); Scarred

A song about mortality and being a flawed human being. Building a lot on the 'digging your own grave' metaphor and other 'wow, you're a deadbeat person' sayings. Btw, this was when I was studying something I ended up learning was not for me so I guess I dealt with not feeling good enough through writing.

Featured lyric:

((Extended)) You can’t reach me, I’m lost at sea

In a ship that’s slowly sinking.

I’m digging my own grave,

But happen to pull myself out again.

I’m a trainwreck but I’m alive.

Song 3 (pic3); The Fan Song

And now we have the other side of the coin for 2016 - Silly songs and/or songs about the little things. This is a song I wrote in jest describing the experience of being a fan of something. Little did I know this feeling shown in the featured lyric would have a name one day (parasocial relationships) x'D

Featured lyric: You’re my closest friend,

My first real lover.

I know everything about your life, but we haven’t met each other.

Honorable mention;

I don’t know why I’m screaming in your face,

I guess it is all too much to take in.

Song 4 (pic4); Vulpes Mortem (Don't Cry for the Fox)

Now, why did I write a song about a dying fox framed in religious undertones by playing a folkish 6/8 melody? Because I dang well could x'D no, I am not kidding that is the whole reason :'D Fun fact: I've recorded this song with help from an impro choir and flute. When I get to it it'll be back on soundcloud.

Featured lyric: Don't cry for the fox, little one

She made peace with her death.

Song 5 (pic5); Beautiful

Honestly, one of my favourite little songs because it is so pure in its story and intention. It is basically about giving compliments to strangers and how honestly terrifying it can be.

Featured lyric: Hey, is it strange that I think you're beautiful?

Song 6 (pic6); My Own Worst Enemy

We're back to me having a minor crisis about my place in life (it might show even better than Scarred how I just didn't feel like I belonged at this study at university or in life in general). I never finished this so it is mostly just a very existential poem at this point.

Featured lyric: I guess it’s only me holding me down.

Keeps my feet on the ground,

puts extra weight on my shoulders, so I can’t fly.

((Extended)) I’m my own worst enemy.

Song 7 (pic7); Lullabye for the Universe

This is actually a rewrite of a song I made the year prior called Luna and it is about two lovers in a long distance relationship. I really enjoyed the pictures created in this song yet I am still not really impressed with the melody so it is on hold for now.

Featured lyric: Can you sing me a lullaby from the other end of the universe

While I’m waiting for the sun to rise?

Song 8 (pic8); Doll

Another very existential or maybe even more so a self concious poem that never fully made it into song status. I was speaking a lot about how wrong I felt yet how I didn't do anything about the feeling of wrong - the featured lyric also show my people pleasing tendencies.

Featured lyric: Pretty little agony, give until you break.

Your love is so cheap it’s on sale.