the-exicor-family

[the-exicor-family]

ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀᴜᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏʀꜱᴀᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴɪᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ, ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ: ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡɪꜱᴇʟʏ.

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

「ʙᴀꜱɪᴄ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ」

「ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ」

「ᴍʏᴛʜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ」

「ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ」

「ᴛʀɪᴠɪᴀ」

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ rules ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

❈ no hate to the oc, or the admin, will be tolerated. teasing and joking is fine, but i should be able to differentiate.

❈ please tag your asks with NSFW and TW if necessary, so i can filter them accordingly. asks regarding, or from, minors will not be tolerated.

❈ asks about incest, rape, or pedophilia will be promptly deleted. i will answer some questions if they are lore related.

❈ all art on this blog is my own, please do not use it without my permission, or without proper credit.

❈ please don’t control or godmod my characters. necessary movements are okay, but i would like to have control over my characters reactions and answers.

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ family members ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

note: be sure to check the tags for information on if characters are available for roleplay or not !!!!

〔 ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ 〕

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

༒ Desiderius ‘Riollo’ Exicor ༒

༒ Ginevra Exicor ༒

༒ Cyrus Exicor ༒

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

〔 ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ + ᴀᴜɴᴛ 〕

༒ Luca Exicor ༒

༒ Romeo Exicor ༒

༒ Luna Exicor ༒

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

〔 ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ 〕

༒ Cieran Exicor ༒

༒ Ermina Exicor ༒

༒ Lepido Exicor ༒

༒ Leni Exicor ༒

༒ Adalfieri ‘Gwen’ Exicor ༒

༒ Nomei Exicor ༒

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

〔 ꜱᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛꜱ 〕

༒ tba ༒

༒ Emon ༒ (non-canon/AU)

[the-exicor-family]

fam • i • ly fam-lē ➛ a group of persons of common ancestry

ex • i • cor exī-core ➛ exterminated, cut off, corrupted. a cursed name, only given to only one family. a family of humans who need to be exorcised.

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The most cursed family in human history. Thousands upon thousands of years in lineage, they are rumoured to have tormented the world since the dawn of time. Humans rumoured to have stolen the power of demons— Falling farther than any angel, more demonic than any resident of hell. Those with mastery over the shadows and illusions—

The greatest assassins in the world. Those who haunt every alleyway, every crevice, every shadow. Those whose eyes span across the entire globe: Demon Realm and Human Realm alike— These people strike fear into the hearts of any who hear their story. Fear, hatred, rage.

Fairytales are told about them. Stories from far and wide speak their name; stories that keep children from acting out, from sneaking out at night. Stories to keep young Makai children from wandering too far from their homes.

Tread lightly, around these seasoned killers. Who knows the kinds of eyes that are on you— How many eyes that are on you. The kinds of traps and dangers laid out for you to stumble into at any moment. Prepare yourselves. For the horrors in this home are not for the faint of heart.

↳ ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ The Exicor Family ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

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〈 Table of Contents 〉

❈ family members

❈ rules

❈ lore

❈ masterlist

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- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ ADMIN ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

❈ whin

❈ 18

❈ they/them

❈ main

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This blog contains 18+ content and darker themes, as does the actual franchise. Everything is tagged accordingly, so I suggest blocking the tags you do not wish to see. Or simply exit my blog all together— Beyond this point, I am no longer responsible if you potentially see something that you do not like.

My personal NSFW tag is ‘late.night.hours’ , so block that tag either if you’re a minor, or uncomfortable with that kind of content.

[the-exicor-family]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

[the-exicor-family]

📷 + 💡

for WHOMEVER I JUST WANT LOREEEE 🙇‍♀️

MORE MEMORIES

❆ GOD THIS HAS BEEN IN HERE FOR. GOD KNOWS HOW LONG I AM SO SORRY. But I chose good ‘ole grandpa for this prompt 😎❆

📷 -> A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡-> A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

Boxes and boxes has piled up, over the past three days or so. From old family photos, to weapons no longer in use, to poisons and medicines needing to be stored. The variety of cardboard boxes, medicinal freezers, and weapon holsters was likely more than the average person should have in a lifetime. Yet they had accumulated this much in a measly 72 hours. Though truth be told, the estate always seemed like it needed to be cleaned— No matter how spotless it was, the man still found it wasn’t clean enough.

❝ Have you finished sorting your things, sir? ❞

A quiet, training voice called out to him. A servant, who had served him loyally for maybe two centuries now. However no matter how loyal they may have been, he couldn’t stand those formalities where they weren’t needed.

❝ What have I told ya about addressin’ me like that? How long have ya known me, hm? Drop the sir and just call by my name. And no, I’m still lookin’ for someth-❞

Found it. The demon would normally keep this in an easily accessible place, but with Ginevra hounding him to get things sorted and cleaned, he seemed to have misplaced it. A photo, paired with a grenade ring. The photo was quite blurry, admittedly— As if the cameraman was shaking whilst taking it. The only thing visible being the vibrant orange, yellow, and red colours, as well as three barely visible figures.

「 ❝ Have you gone mad, Rio? Do you understand who you’re dealing with? ❞

A younger, serious, Ginevra whisper-yelled to the man, as he so proudly pranced through the halls of her bosses home. A younger Rio, without a care in the world, kicked down guard after guard with ease, before the woman had caught wind as to what was happening— Thus trying to stop him. Stop him as he so confidently swung his arms by his sides, grenade in hand.

❝ I know precisely who I’m dealing with. Now if you’ll excuse me Pimpi*~ I have things to do. ❞

Ignoring her futile attempts to grab and stop him, Desiderius had soon reached the ornately decorated office their boss currently sat in. With Cyrus by his side. A gentleman likely only a year older than Ginevra, with long hair pulled back tightly. Though for someone so young the exhaustion was apparent. The wrinkles near the bridge of his nose, bags under his eyes. Leading a mafia family was no easy, nor light, task. The mental strain, the constant need for resolve, or even the downright insanity that came with such a business. It’s no wonder his friends were bogged down.

The bastard didn’t even flinch, once the demon strolled ri~ght through his office door. Even calling off the bodyguards hidden in the crevices.

❝ Welcome, signore. I suppose it was you making a ruckus in my halls? ❞

❝ Sure was. What? Not even gonna kill me over it? ❞

The look in Rio’s eyes was downright defiant, but also scary. Ginevra and Cyrus have seen the man’s strength first hand… Even if their boss was their childhood friend, he stood no chance. Or maybe, it’s that he didn’t want to stand up to him. To be frank, the boss looked dead already, with the way his hands, although intertwined, seemed to be limp and lifeless. Well, that’s how it seemed… All up until a sinister smile formed on the man’s face. Ah… So it wasn’t that he was tired; he had simply lost his mind. Too far gone to even care about the prospects of death, or danger. Even moreso for the people be called friend, call family.

Both Rio, and the boss, conversed for some time. It was unsettling, unnerving, suffocating even. It felt like watching to demonic creatures engage in normal conversation. Although this was beyond them. Any guard who tried to intercept them was cut down— On up until it was the Boss himself who stood up. Ready to challenge Desiderius on his own. His biggest, and last mistake.

❝ Metti su uno spettacolo per me prima di morire.* ❞

Were the only last words heard, as the human stepped into the middle of the room. Ribbons of red, yellow, and orange exploded from all of the earlier halls, creating a stage almost perfect for a fire dance. The grenade Rio had brought in with him was not to be set off alone, but to set off other well placed explosives in rapid succession. And, whilst the show was beginning, the now trio of friends made an escape out the nearest window— With the demon laughing like a damned maniac, or a child that had just pulled a major prank. He even hired a photographer to capture the moment~

❝ ARE YA FUCKING CRAZY YA DAMNED MONGREL?! ❞

Cyrus’ voice boomed as they fell, yet all Desiderius could do is laugh. After all, who would he be if he wasn’t over the top?

❝ Settle down cagnolino*~ I just did you both a huge favour! ❞

❝ FAVOUR MY ASS—❞ 」

❝ Oh? What’s got you so focused over here, hm? ❞

Ginevra’s gloved hands slid over the man’s shoulders, and down his chest and she leaned over him— Also taking a glance at the photo. Her voice, and facial features, remained unexpressive, but Rio could see her genuine interest in what he was doing.

❝ The hell’s got ya so lost in space? ❞

Cyrus’ voice, whilst being being paired with aggressive words, was quiet, as they plopped down next to their husband. Head coming to lean on his arm. One the two had realised the photo he was looking at, the ‘souvenir’ he was holding, they grimaced. Well, at least Cy grimaced. Gin let out quiet giggles. Having to hold herself back from picking on them too much.

❝Ah yes I remember now. I can still sometimes hear Sunny’s incessant screaming on the way down. I’m sure they even invented a slew of new curses that day. ❞

❝ Tch. Don’t know why I’m getting lectured— This damned lunatic’s the who blew the place to smithereens— ❞

❝ UM! Excuse ya— I coloured up the place. Ya know for someone so skilled with flames I thought ya would enjoy the chance for a little fire dance~ It was even multicoloured just for you!—❞

A nasty glare, from Cyrus shut him up almost instantly.

❝ You’ll be fire dancing yer way to hell in a second ya old bastard. ❞

Even after that comment, the trio bursted out into a sea of laughter, quiet chuckles, and smiles. As wild as it was, it made for an amazing story. Three love birds make an attack on the mafia, then have a run away into the sunset~ Whilst the details are a lot more… Gruesome than that, it was nice; having someone like Rio in their lives just seemed to make things better. Even if he was an overwhelming mess.

* 1): Pimpi -> An italian nickname for princess. This particular one is used to refer to someone younger or smaller, in a more cheeky/teasing tone.

* 2): “Metti su uno spettacolo per me prima di morire.” -> ‘Put on a show for me before you die.’ To be more specific, Rio wanted the man to dance himself to death.

* 3): Cagnolino -> Doggy, in italian. He was referring to Cyrus’ yelling as barking 😭 thus calling them a dog—

❆ admin: if any of these are wrong, please please please correct me!! ❆

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⬛️ ayo just know that i haven’t forgotten abt this blog 💪. all of your asks are still there, and i still intend on answering them. i’ve just been focusing a lot more on gwen, making content for them, and setting up their story for publishing. so please, be patient :). ⬛️

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Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators:

Send me a # (questions for OCs) or a letter (questions for creators) and I’ll answer

QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OCs

What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?

How easy is it for your character to laugh?

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

How easy is it to earn their trust?

How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

What animal do they fear most?

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

What makes their stomach turn?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What embarrasses them?

What is their favorite number?

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

Why do they get up in the morning? 

How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

 Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom? 

 What are their thoughts on marriage? 

 What is their preferred mode of transportation? 

 What causes them to feel dread? 

 Would they prefer a lie over an unpleasant truth? 

 Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

 Who do they most regret meeting? 

 Who are they the most glad to have met? 

 Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

 Could they be considered lazy? 

 How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

 How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive? 

Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap? 

Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)? 

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

How easy is it for them to ignore flaws in other people? 

How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

How do they feel about children? 

How badly do they want to reach their end goal? 

If someone asked them to explain their sexuality, how would they do so? 

QUESTIONS FOR CREATORS

A) Why are you excited about this character? B) What inspired you to create them? C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? E) Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you? F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)? G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most? H) What trait do you admire most? I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe? J) Did you have to manipulate or exclude canon factors to allow them to create their character?

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More Memories

🌈- A memory about when they first fell in love

🌋- A memory about their first heartbreak

🏠- A memory about their childhood home/where they used to live

📷- A memory that comes with a picture they have

💡- A memory that comes with an object or keepsake they have

🔪- A memory about a dangerous situation

🎈- A memory about a time they were safe and relaxed

📔- A memory from a journal/diary entry

📝- A memory of them getting to know/meeting my muse

🔗- A memory about their proposal/wedding

🐥- A memory about their children (past, present, or future)

👘- A memory associated with an article of clothing they have

⚔️- A memory about war

🌅- A memory associated with a certain location

🏚- A memory about exploration

🛤- A memory about traveling

🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star

🐕-A memory of teamwork

🐺- A memory about being alone

🌟- WILDCARD

❄️Feel Free to add more memory prompts to this!❄️

[the-exicor-family]

Beeping sound of the phone

TEXT message:

[Nunnally] Pink, purple, red or orange…? Please don’t ask questions, just pick one colour.

(For Cieran)

Cieran jumbled his phone in his hands, tried to get it. Goodness, normally he kept his phone sounds off— The loud sounds making his ears tingle in a way that was uncomfortable. Though this time he suppose the button was clicked on by accident.

Looking at the text, he was quite confused. Nunnally sending him a text, what a sight. He didn’t really care what it was for, but he didn’t but he obviously had to choose the best colour out of the bunch. His response was simple, since he hated typing a lot.

[Cieran]: Pink 👍

[the-exicor-family]

Sword for Nunnally and Cieran (he already did it once so let's make a habit out of it)

Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

Send “sword” for my muse to put themselves between your muse and danger. 

The man had moved without a second thought; It took him less than a second to weigh the consequences, so his actions were swift. This situation felt familiar, yet he didn’t have the time to think about that. For the moment the knife hit his chest, his hands had moved.

The sharp, piercing metal cut dangerously close to his heart, yet he exercised no caution with ripping the assailants hand away from his chest. Given the knife’s shape— Two curved blades, with connecting pieces of metal, he assumed it was poisoned; not that it would do much for him. What he really wanted to know is who this man was. Who he worked for, and what he wanted with her. Yet when he grabbed the person’s chin with his free hand, restraining him in mid air, he felt them swallow. Damnit, of course people like this would come prepared to die if caught. Whatever, there were other ways to identify a person. For now, Cieran just let the body fall to the floor, knife in tow. The poison it was coated in wasn’t anything lethal, or even meant to cause harm; it was a numbing agent, given the way his fingertips tingled. Sure, it wasn’t as if he was going to die, but man that knife hurt. It’s blade brushed dangerously close to his heart muscle. The incision wasn’t large, but it sure was deep.

“Shit…”

It seemed his brain began to function properly again, as he turned towards Nunnally. He should really stop doing that, oversimplifying the injuries he could get. But who knows if the girl would have died from that or not. Cieran held his hand under the wound; damn… For such a small cut it sure was bleeding. It’d be fine though, his heart rate could slow down a bit, reduce the amount of blood lost.

Dropping his hands to his pockets, he looked towards Nunnally with a neutral expression, completely ignoring whatever face she might be making.

“Ya know, ya have a real knack for getting attacked. Almost like you’re a magnet or somethin’”

Reaching a hand back to scratch the back of his neck, his head tilted. The man seemed strangely relaxed, for someone who nearly had his heart punctured.

“Have ya ever thought of learning to protect yourself? Or am I gonna be yer night in shinin’ armour forever?”

An obvious tease, but one he couldn’t help but make. It was a good suggestion though. That makes twice now, that Cieran had protected Nunnally. It’s not like he minded, injuries were a normal occurrence by this point. What would she do if he weren’t around though? She could be killed before she even knows it.

[the-exicor-family]

Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

Send “sword” for my muse to put themselves between your muse and danger. 

[the-exicor-family]

can you do friends to lovers prompts?

⊱┊prompts : friends to lovers

friends to lovers (trope) • realizing that the person you love most is the one that knows you best

change pronouns/tense as needed!

written:

person A and person B are having a sleepover… but there’s only one bed. so they sleep together. maybe some totally platonic cuddling will ensue?

unrealistic but still adorable. A does/says something that completely overjoys B. while celebrating, B kisses A as a small reward for what they did/said.

the classic “A and B are jokingly over exaggerating romantic actions towards one another” but somewhere down the line… it stops being a joke.

A is going through a break up and B is by their side to comfort them. B tells them they deserve better and then. fucking. kisses them.

A had a crush on B before they became friends. now they’re best friends and… nothing changed.

A tells B that they love them, but B just stands there in… confusion? after a few awkward seconds go by, A tells B that they were just joking, and that they meant it in a platonic way. plot twist that everyone expected: A, in fact, was not joking and did not mean it in a platonic way.

A and B are convinced that they’re nothing more than friends, but their other friends keep calling them out on some of their not-so-platonic gestures. (ex. getting jealous easily, daydreaming about them, maybe… kissing them?)

*inhale* INTIMATE CONVERSATIONS UNTIL DAWN UNREASONABLY FUCK ME UP

A TRYING TO HATE B SO A CAN TRY (and miserably fail) TO CONVINCE THEMSELVES THAT THEY AREN’T IN LOVE WITH B BUT B COULD NEVER HATE THEM AAA

A KISSING B AND EXPECTING THEM TO ABSOLUTELY MURDER THEM FOR DOING THAT BUT INSTEAD B KISSES THEM BACK HOLY FUUUUCK *exhale*

dialogue:

“so many dumbasses in the world but i met you, the dumbest one of them all.” “aw, thank you!”

“i could never hate you.”

“you’re my super best friend.”

“you mean a lot to me.”

“you deserve the best.”

“god you’re amazing.”

“i’m so happy i could kiss you!”

“i don’t want you to die until i do.”

“could you imagine us together?”

“i don’t like you, okay? i like like you.”

this is the last time i’m posting late, i promise. a family member passed today, and it shook up my whole routine. but tomorrow’s post will be right on time! oh, and thank you anon!! i absolutely LOVED doing these!

[requests : open]

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extensive nonverbal memes

i wanted to make some more options, especially for muses who are quieter or nonverbal (whether permanent or selectively mute) . i added some basic sign language prompts as well. 

[ contact ] one muse touches the other’s arm in a sympathetic gesture.  

[ attention ]  one muse puts their index finger underneath the other’s chin to hold their attention.

[ direct ]  one muse holds the other’s jaws in their hand for their attention or to redirect their gaze. 

[ tender ]  one muse brushes their fingers over the other’s jaw.  

[ bristle ]  one muse plays with the others facial hair. 

[ guard ]  one muse puts their arm around the other’s shoulder to make them feel protected. 

[ claim ] one muse puts their arm around the other’s waist in a possessive manner. 

[ comfort ] one muse pulls the other to their chest to hug them after a dangerous moment. 

[ seeking ] one muse embraces the other after feeling scared/upset. 

[ check ] one muse takes the other’s hand to silently ask if they’re okay.

[ hold ] one muse cradles the other’s face between their hands ground them. 

[ rest ] one muse comes and sits in the others lap. 

[ intrude ] one muse walks in on the other while they’re treating their own wound. 

[ tiles ] one muse finds the other sitting on the floor and joins them. 

[ boop ] one muse playfully taps the tip of the other’s nose. 

[ heal ] one muse kisses the other’s forehead after treating their injury. 

[ two ] one muse holds the other’s shoulders with their hands to make them calm down. 

[ clear ] for one muse to clean blood off the other. 

[ prevent ] for one muse to wrap their arms around the other from behind to stop them from running towards danger. 

[ away ] for one muse to pick up the other and take them to bed. 

[ rescue ] for one muse to carry the other to safety because they’re injured. 

[ heart ] one muse places their palm against the other’s chest in a soothing manner to indicate they aren’t alone. 

[ insist ] one muse keeps a firm hold on the other and gives an expression to indicate they want them to open up/tell the truth. 

[ pulse ]  one muse rubs a finger over the other’s wrist. 

[ direct ] one muse grips just above the elbow to guide the other while they walk. 

[ wrinkle ]  one muse curls their fingers into the other’s shirt to make them stay put. 

[ subdue ]  one muse places their hand on the other’s forearm to try and calm them so they don’t lash out at a third party. 

[ parallel ] for both muses to lay on the floor beside each other but going opposite direction with their heads side by side. 

[ reveal ] for one muse to take a hold of the other’s chin/jaw to stop them from hiding their tears. 

[ inspect ] for one muse to take hold of the other’s face while inspecting a bruise or cut. 

[ caress ] one muse kisses the other’s cheek as a gesture of gratitude. 

[ keeper ] one muse watches over the other while they sleep with their head on their shoulder or in their lap. 

[ coax ] one muse strokes the other’s hair until they fall asleep. 

[ bear ] one muse lifts the other off their feet a little while they hug.

[ leap ] one muse jumps into the other’s arms,  legs wrapped around their waist. 

[ mirror ] one muse has the other hold a hand to their chest so they can mirror breathing to calm them down. 

SIGN LANGUAGE

sign: are you okay? 

sign: i’m fine. 

sign: i can’t speak right now. 

sign: i need help. 

sign: leave me alone. 

sign: please stay. 

sign: what happened to you? 

sign: let me help. 

sign: don’t go. 

sign: i love you. 

sign: i hate you. 

sign: who did this to you? 

sign: why won’t you talk to me? 

sign: i don’t know what to say. 

sign: you’re upset. talk to me. 

sign: i won’t leave you. 

sign: i missed you. 

sign: i need you. 

sign: wait. 

sign: what can i do? 

sign: do you want me to stay? 

sign: you can talk to me. 

sign: you can trust me. 

sign: you’re not alone. 

sign: i feel so alone. 

sign: you’re beautiful. 

sign: i feel safer with you here. 

sign: i want to make you feel safe. 

sign: where are you going? 

sign: i have to do this on my own. 

sign: i don’t know how to ask for help. 

sign: i don’t want to lose you. 

sign: i’m afraid you’ll get hurt. 

sign: you don’t have to worry about me. 

sign: i’m worried about you. 

[the-exicor-family]

Not sure if that was already asked but why is Cieran the only person that cares about Gwen? Even their grandparents seemed to give up on them.

⬛️ oh dear well that was NOT MY INTENTION 😭 Their grandparents DEFINITELY still care about them— But their way of caring is less involved that Cieran’s. Or at least less DIRECTLY involved. Gwen had told them that they wouldn’t see their family members until their contract was done, so their grandparents accepted that. If that was their motivator, then they wouldn’t disrupt that.

That doesn’t mean that they’ve stopped watching over them though. Instead, they have servants watching over Gwen from afar. This way, they— namely Ginevra, can still supply them with the supplies they need.

So even though Cieran’s method is forcing his way into Gwen’s space— Their grandparents take a more distanced approach. They show their care with patience and faith. In ACT II of their story, they do see their grandparents a bit more, so hopefully it becomes more apparent that the three of them care more than they let on.

As for the others— Yeah you have every right to be angry with them. Because they’ve seriously given up on Gwen. They feel like Gwen was ‘unfit to be born so strong’ or ‘unfit for the contract they took,’ and basically blame GWEN for all of the responsibility THEY put on the kid. ⬛️

[the-exicor-family]

💕 -- Shipping interest chart for Nunnally and Cieran

SHIPPING INTEREST CHECK

Have we discussed shipping before?: 〈 yes 〉 || no

❄️ i believe we have!!! at least once or twice!❄️

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || 〈 can’t wait 〉 || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || 〈 slow burn 〉 || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || 〈 anything goes 〉

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || 〈 enemies to lovers 〉 || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || 〈 fake dating/marriage 〉 || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

❄️ i only put ‘enemies to lovers’ because at this point i DONT KNOW how to describe their relationship 😭✋ but i also think that’d be fun— or a fake relationship scenario could also be interesting!! ❄️

[the-exicor-family]

May I contract Cieran as my personal guard, then? If the Exicors do that kind of service?

⬛️ You can if there’s someone or something you need protection from! They time limit definitely just depends on how long he thinks he needs to eliminate said threat— But yes! Posing as a bodyguard/servant/ or any role really is just a part of their job! As long as an assassination is involved, the job itself can get pretty wacky! ⬛️