#vvarriorheart

[velvetnviolentviolets]

MUSE SURVEY , BATTLE EDITION ; BOLD  what consistently applies,  italicize situational  /  not always. repost, please do not reblog !!

fight honorably  / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters / prefer range /  chat during /  go silent  /  low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily  /  go for the kill  / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated /  shout while attacking  / use strategy  /  focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly  / try to read their opponent before fighting  / fight wildly  /  fight calmly and/or apathetically / fight with anger  /  fight with excitement /  fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded  / hide wounds  / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  / prefer to use their ability / prefer a bow / prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  / their greatest weakness is emotional  /  transform for battle  /  fight as they appear  / rely on strength / rely on speed  / use everything they have / hide their full potential /  exhaust quickly(Depends)  / high stamina (Depends) /  doubt their strength  / proceed with caution  / behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  / use brute strength  /  avoid civilians   /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings  /  signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset /  learning their skillset  / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter  /  elegant fighter /  accept defeat  / refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  /  compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements  / move efficiently /  barely move  / prefer to dodge / prefer to block  / defend their blindside  / has no blindside  / use all available advantages /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  / hold back / fight ruthlessly  / show mercy  /  wait for opponent to be ready  / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has ptsd /  avoid fighting  / has lost a fight /  has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill  / want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

I was asked to do this by a Discord writing partner. 

Im going to tag: @wonderhevrts @godccmplex @vvarriorheart and @mooshroom-rp

No pressure. It would just be neat to see your answers for the muses I interacted with. (Or more?)

[bcbliophile]

@vvarriorheart moved from X

A groan fell from her lips as she made no move to stand whatsoever, only giving him a glare. It would seem whatever connection they briefly had in the moment was well and truly over. "I would-- but would you look at that, this heart to heart took up the last of my obligated hour and I have endurance training with Az in a few hours. You'll have to find someone else to harass, I'm sure there is some desperate maiden you can con into believing you're charming, or perhaps Mor is skulking about somewhere" she gave his arm a pat as she finally pushed herself up and went to brush past him. If she said it or not, she still held a great amount of anger towards him for not coming to her after the battle, instead he stayed with the inner circle, with her perfect sister while she was left to rot and find what comfort she could in the bars.

[eurydicevlovell]

Name: Eurydice Victoria Lovell Alias / Nicknames: Eury , Detective Love, and Moth girl. (She's a moth man fangirl 4real) Rules: Bold what always apples, italics what applies sometimes / in part.

FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive.

STRENGTHS

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

SKILLS & HOBBIES

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | travelling | dancing | singing

tagging: @pctentialbreakupsong @godccmplex @vvolfatthedoor @raisedxbywolves @vvarriorheart @mercyandaminute @luposcainus @wonderhevrts AND anyone else that would like to! Id love to see more details on EVERONES muses.

[velvetnviolentviolets]

“But three outta four ain’t bad,” he hummed, a slightly wicked smirk on his lips. He wasn’t going to say which one he wasn’t, but it was probably obvious just by looking. Cassian didn’t have stability written all over him. At home, maybe. More than what it looked like at a glance, at least. The Night Court was more stable than it had been in decades with Amarantha finally gone, and he was pretty good at rolling with the punches there. This world was another story. No idea of how it worked, no court to back him up, and magic was admittedly hit or miss here.

“You asking if I’m single? How ‘bout a name first.” He raised an eyebrow in return, not bothered if she was. It wasn’t the worst place to meet people, although it hadn’t really been at the top of his list of priorities since he’d been here. Every inch of him looked like trouble, but he could be ruthlessly practical when he had to be. Not as practical as Rhys, but that’s why his brother was the High Lord. He’d have probably had a court-away-from-home established in London’s highest skyscraper by now, but Cassian didn’t see the point. He’d never been the ruling kind, and while he understood there were wars to fight in this world too, none of them were taking place in the middle of the city.

He didn’t miss the shift in her expression, the warmth and teasing suddenly fading. He didn’t think it was anything he’d done, which meant there was a story there, but the silence went on long enough he doubted he was going to hear it. That was fine. She didn’t owe him any explanations. “Been there. It’s rough.” He nodded in understanding, but there was no pity from Cassian. He’d had more battle wounds than he could count, but by far the worst was Hybern burning his wings. The recovery had been painful and extensive, but being grounded was like having a piece of his soul cut out.

“I think we can handle that. Focus on upper body weight training and hand to hand. It’ll be fun.” He grinned, more than a hint of mischief in it. It would be fun for him, anyway. She’d probably hate him at the end of every session, assuming she was actually going to do what he said. Training was hard but worth the results, and if she stuck with it, he’d get her back to fine drumming form. It was an easier goal than reviving an elite group of female fighters with nothing to go on but a couple of ancient texts. “You stretch when you got here, or we starting there?”

Charming.He was certainly charming. She’d absolutely give him that. It truly had been a good long while since she had shared such a free flowing back and forth with anyone since she found herself stuck this city. Making a habit out of coming here didn’t exactly seem all that dreadful if it meant a new friend to spar with ;wether that be through words or physically. A surge of appreciation welled in her chest as the her company jumped right to their game plan with not even a glimmer of hesitation. While the topic of her impending mortality was one she could easily discuss in an open and removed fashion, it was still a wonder to her that she had yet to hit the clearly buried psychological landmines that would result in whatever emotional explosion that had yet to surface.

“Im feeling charitable today so I’ll give you two out of three- The third is still. . .under assessment. And of course I’m going to wonder if you’re single. You yourself were the one to go on about your capabilities with the fairer sex. . .how could I not wonder if you can back up all that talk. It was just an innocent inquiry.”

She shrugged, lips and gaze sly once more as her more playful nature returned to her.

“Names Kathrine. Some of my friends call me Kat , others call me Kitty. You can call me whatever strikes you fancy.”

Friends. What friends. Sure she had a core group back home but London seem to lend her many opportunities to befriend a lot of folks here. While she did has the one or two acquaintances at the bar or the cafe she frequented for open mic nights everyone she’d come across had just been so— flakey.

“Fun?” She parroted, both suspicion and amusement in her narrows gaze.

“ When the lead at my Dojo said we were going to have fun it usually meant I’d be leaving shaking and bruised. . . But after the week I’ve had- I could use a bruising.”

She was grinning again, maybe a little too wide, her words maybe a little too steeped in her playful suggestion but this sort of levity had been harder and harder to come by as of late and he didn’t really seem to mind all that much.

Kat raised her arms above her head, eyes closing as she gave a long performative groan.

“There - how’s that for a stretch?”

muse: Cassian (ACOTAR) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: modern-day London AU open to: multifandom, ocs, whatever! triggers: swearing

For the most part, Cassian had settled in as well as he possibly could in this mostly human world. He liked his job at the gym, even if it wasn’t quite training armies of Illyrians or Valkyries. There was always satisfaction in watching his students improve. It hadn’t escaped his notice that he'd been here for a year without any word or sign from Prythian. He knew the rest of the Night Court would be doing everything they could to find him, and that was… troubling, given their considerable powers. He worried less about that than about leaving his family down some of its defenders with another possible war brewing. But no matter what magic he threw at the barrier or how often he searched it for weaknesses, he was stuck in this strange, human city.

It was by no means a busy time of day at the gym, and that meant he had time to fight with the Alexa. And the famed Illyrian General of the Night Court was losing. Some of the human technology here was cool, and some of it had a learning curve. “Is it too much to ask to get something besides sad bastard music in here? Alexa, play something that isn’t gloomy as fuck.” Her cool, vapid voice answered *sorry, I don’t know that one*, and he snarled, black, membranous wings flexing on his back in irritation.

They curled above his head, tipped with sharp talons at the apex. To say that he stood out from the human population of London was a bit of an understatement, but there was no way of hiding them, even if he’d wanted to. The odd thing was the way ordinary people there didn't seem to see them at all. They reacted the same way to the masked weirdos running around at night with shields and bows--which was to say, no reaction. It was a kind of magic he'd never seen before, if indeed it was magic at all.

[pleinsdemuses]

@grimmusings sent “you didn't deserve that.” (Nessian, please! 💛) @vvarriorheart

Nesta tried ignoring the sincerity in his voice. She didn't want his pity. Actually she didn't want anything from him, or that's what she kept repeating herself. Her and the Illyrian warrior weren't friends, she didn't give him the chance, not that she thought he'd want that. The two of them were fighting continually and sometimes she wondered if he wasn't actually enjoying it. As much as she'd love to hate him, Nesta couldn't bring herself to stay away. It was like she was being pulled toward him by a mystical force, invisible, unbreakable. They were never far from each other and when they were, she felt an uncomfortable uneasiness that she couldn't explain.

“What if I did?” Nesta replied in a harsher tone than intended. Sassiness and Aggressiveness were her way of protecting herself. “What if I got exactly what I deserved?” She felt so guilty for what she did and didn't do in the past, the way she treated Feyre was unfair.

[willofwords-blog]

"happy father's day, george! i love you so much." / to george, from martha

“Thank you, my love. It is one though I do not wish to celebrate.”

[rickityrrekt-a]

♡ X ( both for diane because i hate myself )

MEME : // feelings.

        ❛ it’s not l-like i exactly had a choice to say goodbye, DIANE. you were the love of my life and you made every day of my life worth it, but i HAD to leave. WAS IT WORTH IT? fuck yeah, it was. i-i-i-i know that it destroyed you, but i had to. your safety was at risk, and i wasn’t going to sacrifice this family’s safety, nor did i expect you to. you made it seem like i was the bad guy, when you were the one who TOLD me, you told me, to pursue my science. a-and then when i -- URP! -- tried leaving for the f-firs-first time, you made it seem like i had a choice or something. i didn't! and if i could do it all over again, maybe i wouldn't but don't you ever doubt for a second that i loved you. because i did, but you know what? i did what i had to. stop fucking j-judging me, i already have enough of that. ❜

[twistedtangledfate]

Mor shot him a look that was intended to be withering and would have been if not for the fondness tugging at the corner of her lips. Cassian was just so likeable it was ridiculous and she trusted him more than she trusted most. It was his honesty she supposed. He was so authentically himself and he didn’t try to hide, didn’t feel the need to. Mor envied that sometimes because there were a few parts of her that had to remain secretive, although she lived in the hope that one day, that wouldn’t be the case. 

“If that’s your definition of sweet talk you have serious problems!” She called after him, rolling her shoulders and then diving into the fray after him. “Oh wait, I already knew that!” She yelled, diving behind a snowy bank, gathering the snow in her hand and sliding on her stomach to keep as low to the ground as possible. Cassian wasn’t going to see her, Rhys was forbidden from using his daemati talents under pain of Mor shoving her foot up his ass. The only real threat was going to be Azriel. He was who she’d have to watch out for. 

Mor reached a tree, the ball of snow in her hand having been formed to ice and she quickly swung up into the tree, crouched on a branch. She looked out at the field, searching for the best target. She smirked as she threw the ball in the air, catching it and then directing it right at the back of Cassian’s head. 

@vvarriorheart sent a confession.

❝we’re either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.❞ (Rhys or Mor + Cassian)

————

Mor snorted in a manner that was far from being considered ladylike but then again, that was just the way that Mor was, especially when she was around Cassian. She didn’t need to be formal or polite, she could just be herself and let it all hang out as the phrase went. She could be angry and messy and funny and it was all accepted. 

“There’s a fine line between genius and dumbass and you aren’t always on the right side of that line.” Mor replied, her arms folded across her chest as she observed the scene in front of them. It was a bit too early to make that judgement in her estimation. She’d just have to wait and see how it panned out. 

[shiroiden-a-blog]

@vvarriorhearted         ♥︎

      ❛  START OVER & concentrate .  ❜  every word has its edge / but his only hope is to help her become sharp .   ❛  you are pinned down by enemy ninja without support --- what is your first priority ?  ❜

[mikaels-son]

"happy father's day, dad! i love you!" /from hope

“And a happy Father’s Day to my beautiful Princess. Can’t exactly be a Father without a daughter to spoil, now can I?”

[naru-uzumaki]

[ faint ] / from sakura

see how naruto reacts... accepting.

@vvarriorhearted // [ faint ] to find my muse passed out

◖ -‘๑’- ◗ 

      HE WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET HER HERE — Naruto was absolutely sure of it but there had been no sign of her when he took a glance around. Maybe he had been mistaken in his own information and actually had to be somewhere else as far as their meeting place goes, but just as those deductions played around in his mind, the image of a form came into his line of sight in the far most part of this particular area. Seeing someone on the ground took a minute to process, the jinchuuriki unsure for a moment ; however — when he approached it, fear settled in for the confusion before. IT WAS SAKURA — ! Immediately running to her side, he would pick her up from the floor and attempt to bring her back from unconsciousness.

         ❝Sakura-chan! Can you hear me?!❞

[velvetnviolentviolets]

[adothamjr]

# (vvarriorheated : fanny)

How you look in AJ’s phone || Accepting

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Fanny 👀😍 - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Default ringtone- my muse’s last text to your muse: Sorry, we couldn't talk longer but it was great running into you! Do you wanna get coffee or s/t tomorrow?

[veterantreasurer]

"Are you ok?" (from rachel / divorce au)

Send ‘Are you ok?’ to walk in on my muse cryingHe’d worked himself through two bottles of something, he can’t recall what they were at this point. He feels the weight of the fluid in his veins, toxication had led him here in the first place. To the only home he had ever known besides the one with Eliza, with his kids. His kids. They had seen him today for the first time in weeks, and their warmth was an absence that crippled him. He’d fallen back on his progress, something he had promised his wife he’d work on, something he promised he’d do better with. It wasn’t the first he broke to her, and he was certain now it would not be the last either. He pushes the tears from his face with an unnecessary force, the butt of his palm scraping away the water that betrayed him. His mother’s voice was soft, worried, and he wishes more than anything that she had not come to check upon him. He was a grown man. But she was still his mother. He swallows back the sob that threatens to escape the tight press of his lips at the thought of answering the question. Because his head is a mantra of ‘Can’t you see that I’m not?’ the screams of a need for help something he would never dare let free. His mother did not need the additional stress of his problems, he could handle it, he always did. 

Instead he simply nods. “Yeah I just, it’s been a long day.” 

[bcbliophile]

Nesta was still learning to love herself, but she knew with a certainty that she loved him, sharp edges, bellowing voices and all. he never tried to change her and she offered him the same respect, their broken edges seemed to interlock perfectly as they were. It was still taking time to warm up to the others-- he and Az were easy, she was with them every day, she had gotten to know them on a deeper level. But the others she still had some mending to do, even with her sisters who she could now see she wasn't always the best older sister to.

Casual touches were something she discovered he liked and she herself enjoyed when it was with him, perhaps it was the mating bond, or maybe it was just them. But either way she let her palm stay pressed to his skin. "Glad we're on the same page, perhaps I can whip something up for our wedding night, I'm sure if I ask they house they'll help" she purred. Relieved that they were on the same page about the ceremony she would be able to go back to Feyre and tell her what they wanted.

Cassian was never going to be an easy sort of person to get along with. He was always going to be an Illyrian brute at heart, rough edges and bellowing laughs and ferocious sense of vengeance. He'd just found people in the Night Court who appreciated him for those things instead of trying to change them. He wouldn't want Nesta to smooth out her rough edges any more than he would have appreciated someone trying to smooth his. He wanted her to heal, and perhaps someday to see herself as the incredible female he saw her as, but he didn't want her to change who she was at her core.

He thrived on physical touch, and it never escaped his notice when she offered it freely, his face tipping a little into her hand as he gazed at her. Yes, he was a simp. No, he wasn't sorry for it. "Sounds just like us," he agreed, a smile spreading over his features at the idea. He'd never turn down an excuse to party with his family, and knowing she'd be his by the end of the night just made it that much sweeter. "Well that is a shame. But I'm sure we can find another occasion for a leather dress. Even if it's just for us." He did love to see her in both dresses and fighting leathers. Put them together, and his mouth was practically watering at the idea.

[cardgamez-blog]

( anon ? ) i have loved your seto for so long and i'm happy to see you back on your account ♡♡♡♡

my heart is doing so many dokis rn   !!   thank you so much,   it means the world to me that you love my portrayal of this asshat even if i do have a tendency to just   …   drop off the face of the earth sometimes.   i’m happy to be back on this blog and i look forward to   (   hopefully   )   writing with you sometime   !!   again,   thank you sm angel and i hope you have a good day   /   night   ♡