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a  multi  muse     ,     by  wren

[0euvr]

#0euvr.     a female centric,  multi character writing blog.  mutuals only.  expect slow responses.  plotting highly preferred.  standard rules of roleplay apply. previously : cosmikal

⁰¹ RULES. ⁰² ROSTER. ⁰³ MEMES.

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ RANDOM SCENARIOS PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

( ⚖️ ) : for our muses to get married at the courthouse.

( 💔 ) : for our muses to fight in a quiet corner of a crowded party.

( 🪞 ) : for our muses to get ready to go out in front of the same mirror.

( 📺 ) : for our muses to have a date at the drive-in.

( 🚬 ) : for our muses to meet outside a building during a smoke break.

( 🕯️ ) : for our muses to talk in a room lit only by candles.

( 🏚️ ) : for our muses to cross paths in an abandoned house.

( 🚓 ) : for our muses to meet outside the police department.

( 🧳 ) : for our muses to be at a bus terminal late at night.

( 🌧️ ) : for our muses to be stranded together in the rain.

( 🏨 ) : for our muses to stay in neighboring motel rooms.

( 🪑 ) : for our muses to sit beside each other in a waiting room.

( 📚 ) : for our muses to be in a quiet library aisle.

( 🕳️ ) : for our muses to encounter each other underground.

( 🎒 ) : for our muses to be paired together for an unwanted task.

( 🪦 ) : for our muses to meet up at a gravesite.

( 🕰️ ) : for our muses to be stuck waiting for something that never comes.

( 🚪 ) : for our muses to talk through a bathroom door.

( 🛏️ ) : for our muses to wake up in the same bed.

( 🍻 ) : for our muses to be at a bar just before closing.

( 🧼 ) : for our muses to clean up after a mess.

( 🪟 ) : for our muses to talk through a window.

( 🚿 ) : for our muses to shower or bathe together.

( 🧥 ) : for our muses to share a coat in the cold.

( 🛣️ ) : for our muses to be stranded on the side of the road.

( 🪵 ) : for our muses to gather at a dying campfire.

( 🎟️ ) : for our muses to be at a seasonal fair.

( 🧃 ) : for our muses to share a drink meant for one.

( 🏥 ) : for our muses to talk in a hospital hallway.

( 🩺 ) : for our muses to accompany each other during a medical emergency.

( 🧠 ) : for our muses to attend a therapy or counseling session together.

( 🖊️ ) : for our muses to discuss signing something important.

( 🏫 ) : for our muses to meet up in an empty school after hours.

( 🪖 ) : for our muses to be in a militarized zone.

( 🔫 ) : for our muses to meet at gunpoint.

( 🪓 ) : for our muses to prepare for a fight together.

( 🩻 ) : for our muses to meet up in the aftermath of brutality.

( 🛒 ) : for our muses to go shopping in a nearly empty grocery store.

( 🧾 ) : for our muses to argue over who owes what.

( 🛍️ ) : for our muses to shop for something intimate together.

( 🏕️ ) : for our muses to share a campsite overnight.

( 🌲 ) : for our muses to get lost in the woods together.

( 🐾 ) : for our muses to track something dangerous.

( 🏖️ ) : for our muses to meet up on an empty beach at dawn.

( 🌊 ) : for our muses to hang out at a community pool after hours.

( ✈️ ) : for our muses to sit beside each other on a turbulent flight.

( 🧭 ) : for our muses to disagree on which direction to go.

( 🗺️ ) : for our muses to be lost, sharing a map.

( 🏙️ ) : for our muses to meet up on a rooftop overlooking the city.

( 🌃 ) : for our muses to wander the city all night together.

( 🎁 ) : for our muses to exchange something small but meaningful.

( 🕊️ ) : for our muses to attempt a truce.

( ⚔️ ) : for our muses to meet on opposite sides of a conflict.

( 🪜 ) : for our muses to work together on a dangerous task.

( 🧗 ) : for our muses to rely on each other to survive a fall.

( 🧊 ) : for our muses to be trapped somewhere freezing.

( 🔥 ) : for our muses to be trapped somewhere burning.

( 🧵 ) : for our muses to fix something broken together.

( 🛠️ ) : for our muses to work side by side without talking.

( 🕶️ ) : for our muses to recognize each other too late.

( 🪪 ) : for our muses to meet under false identities.

( 📸 ) : for our muses to take a photograph together.

( 🖼️ ) : for our muses to meet in front of something symbolic.

( 🎧 ) : for our muses to share headphones.

( 🎶 ) : for our muses to bond over a song they both hate.

( 🧯 ) : for our muses to deal with an emergency together.

( 🚨 ) : for our muses to meet when alarms start going off.

( 🕯️ ) : for our muses to mourn the same loss.

( 🪦 ) : for our muses to grieve over the dead.

( 🚂 ) : for our muses to meet in a place meant to break them.

( 🫀 ) : for our muses to say something they can't take back.

( 🛌 ) : for our muses to share a night they won't discuss later.

( 🌅 ) : for our muses to watch the sun rise together.

[0euvr]

sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder › @murdershaped .

the thick curtains have been drawn to block out the rising sun, pulling the room into a darkness only chased away by some sparsely lit candles. there you lay upon the plush mattress, shameless in your nudity underneath silken sheets. skin flushed with blood recently imbibed in, heart beating slowly in your relaxed state. the changeling tucked into your side with your razor tipped fingers at their waist -- to keep it there or to keep it from being taken ... unclear. a curious little beast / challenging and infuriating, chaos contained in a nimble form.

but, OBEDIENT. so willing to give of its flesh and blood and offer servitude. yet no pawn would ever lay this close to you / so close to dawn. you would not pull another tighter to your side in a display of possessiveness.

the coming day and brightening sun lulls you towards slumber, body relaxed despite the once enemy at your side. its head lays upon your shoulder, spindly limbs knocking against your fuller figure, breath coming in slow bursts. seems it itself found sleep. there would be no harm in joining them. at least, today.

[0euvr]

sender cleans blood off of receiver › @viskozen .

PATHETIC. reduced to a mewling babe. the hunger had torn through you with a vengeance as had the transformation. the forever pain that settles in your bones, stretching you to impossible heights yet also twisting your body into something unrecognisable. the pale skin / fingertips coloured like that of a rotting corpse, the need for blood to keep the shifting of your body at bay. precautions had not been enough. the wings and tail painfully splitting through your skin, claws sprouting forth from fingernails. you are nothing more than an animal. uncontrollable. had torn through the morsel on offer. fresh / beating blood filling your mouth and tending to the ache in your body. you are left covered in blood / messy. disgusting. uncouth.

ichor had spread over mouth and chin, down décolletage and satin dress. wish to sulk in a corner until you can recover broken dignity. yet, crouched and huddled upon the cobblestone, you do not find isolation. scientist / for you are an experiment still despite the failure of yourself, knelt down, cloth in hand. futile attempt considering nothing will get the slaughter out of your clothes or hands. yet she still wipes blood off from your face like you're a child. faces the cowering lion with a modicum of kindness.

staring at the daring woman with blazing yellow eyes. still like stone. body tense. allow her to clean your face of evidence. it makes you feel slightly more human. a strained voice / harsh whisper that would not be heard were annie any further from yourself. "how nice of you." to thank someone is not in your vocabulary, even less so when you currently do not hold power. but the words carry no bite. too tired to care further about the situation.

[b1gtimerush]

actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

[0euvr]

starter for @supurman !

ANOTHER HARD FOUGHT DAY / ANOTHER DAY WHERE THE HEROES SUCCEED. cannot help the smile that has attached itself to your face. eager for a time of rest. it may not last long / it never does, but it gives you the opportunity to appreciate what you do have. a deep sigh rattles its way through your chest / a sigh of appreciation. an exhale of breath that with it releases all your worries and pain. for the time being. for now, you can look out at the shining sun / take in the wind blowing through your hair.

a hand upon his shoulder, a smile on your face as radiant as the sun. he may be nigh invulnerable, taking in the power of their bright star to maintain his powers. nonetheless, you still turn to him with a question posed on your lips. "how are you, kal?"

[0euvr]

I’ve spent my whole life holding this side of me back. I’m afraid what I’ll become if I let the wolf win › @mayoinomori .

MONSTERS ALL / WITH BEASTS WITHIN, with only facade to keep up the appearance of humanity. you have had decades to deal with this conundrum, to protest against the thing you have become. have come to live with the monster. hiding within marrow and mutations, can become something even more terrifying. not that the rest of you is made of kindness / a sharp exterior only a warning and a promise for what lies within. you have never held yourself back. why should another do the same?

it needs to be nurtured. cultivated. kept under control. you would never let anything win against you, even your own self. considering the plight / you do empathise. ❛ it is a part of you, something you must learn to live with. ❜ a measured response. thoughtful. as you live with the monster you have become. BECOME THE THING TO BE FEARED. own it. says it like a simple thing, like it is not something you have been warring with within. ❛ do not let it win. control it. ❜

the advice given with a tenderness not oft seen, an understanding of the struggle the woman faces. dwarfed in size, but the touch of her palm to robin's cheek is gentle. motherly. a fierce light behind your yellow eyes. ❛ you are stronger than you might think. use the wolf to your advantage — not your detriment. ❜ she could be so powerful.

[alyafae]

She walked down the stairs, the skirt of her dress caught in the wind. It had been a while since she's welcomed a visitor at home, though not quite as long since she had last seen Diana. A warm smile danced around her lips as she watched the other come closer. "I wasn't expecting you. If I had known you would come I would have made sure to meet you at the gate." She didn't complain, of course. Seeing Diana was never a bad thing.

Holding out her hand, she waited for the other to take it before pulling her a little closer. "You are here because of a friendly visit, right? Not because of business?" Business to them could either mean something related to history or fighting evil people; she hoped it was neither option.

@0euvr gets a starter.

[0euvr]

CONNECTIONS ARE YOUR LIFEBLOOD, friends and family alike. one you oft gravitate towards to is the solid reminder of your home / a person wherein you are not the fabled WONDER WOMAN, no masks or mantles. had not planned on the meeting, but you gravitate towards comfort and familiarity. contrite brown eyes but nonetheless a warm smile. visits are not always the friendliest of affairs, obligations / responsibilities of a superhero such as yourself, but you come only bringing good tidings today.

honesty given easily, ❛ i just wished to see you. ❜ a simple balm upon your soul. still, you let an apology slip onto your face, the furrows on your brow deepening, ❛ — if i am not interrupting? ❜

[0euvr]

i may not have survived that night without you . . . I''m trying to say that you've earned my trust in a way very few ever have , I'm not usually one to elaborate if i can avoid it. › @lasraichean .

EVEN SURFACE LEVEL TRUST DOES NOT COME EASY / to let someone in after enforced exile, but cannot chisel away the kindness that lies within your heart. for your hearth is warm and there is still power in your vanir magic. could not turn away someone in need. not expecting anything in return.

knowing the desire to keep things close to your chest, your own secrets / a life lived you never want to dwell on. rather, you bow your head in understanding. caught in the light of a facsimile of your home, providing what warmth you can muster. this will be a place of safety, no matter how much it was intended as a punishment. ❛ then avoid it. your trust is a worthy prize in return for my care. ❜

[grandiosenowhere]

[0euvr]

why do you have that look on your face? › @sciefi .

FACE? you will your fingers not to search out for what you know to be true, the face plate of your suit is in place. you remember engaging it before being any where near the humans, having learnt that the flesh can oft make them uncomfortable. a being a metal and machine with a face that looks so human / yet not. something wrong.

perhaps it was an oddly worded rhetorical question and you had let something slip. a gesture out of the ordinary for a robot. posture straightened all the more. robotic. no autonomy in this construct. they must continue to believing this fact as the truth would certainly scare them all. ❛ i possess no look upon my face. ❜

[0euvr]

you got any other things planned? i think i saw a dark room back there you could lock me up in. › @viskozen .

PLENTY OF DARK ROOMS IN CASTLE DIMITRESCU, a place designed to told hundreds yet only a fraction of that lives within its walls. dungeons long out of use, though still heavy with dreadful memories, and many a locked room left dusty and abandoned. you would not be lacking in options in taking annie up on her rather snark filled offer. would certainly keep the woman out of trouble.

does produce a melodic hum / considering the notion, almost a threat in itself. it is very dangerous to give lady dimitrescu ideas. especially if given time to ruminate. ❛ i have many things planned for you. ❜ ominous, but to be expected from a woman like yourself. though, in truth, nothing outwardly nefarious — they remain begrudging allies, and you can at least respect intelligence when annie decides to show it.

❛ however, if you would like to be locked up i am sure i can arrange something special. just for you. ❜ voice dropping into a deeper octave / a suggestive overture, though rather weightless in delivery.

[0euvr]

TROTS & Gallops & skips & prances ! Rushing little paws in infinite motion , like swimming - weightless . En echoing bark ! A smile hidden behind the dog like panting , but she is overjoyed - she wants a chase - she wants to chase . Around and around in Solar Waltz › @orbitour .

PICKED FOR YOUR TEMPERAMENT / THE CALMEST OF THE LOT. one of many yet alone in the end. no longer. amongst the stars and zero gravity, here you can be at peace. never again scared of your flight through space. another here / giving your own answering meow to the canine.

little black and white body perking up, mouth would pull into a smile if it were able. tail points towards the sky now called home and legs carry you through the night sky. half the size of the four legged mongrel, head rubbing against her furred side. body vibrates with the frequency of your purrs. you are the newcomer / yet there is a familiarity / a bond shared. never quite forgotten but disposed.

body follows the head in greeting, leaning into the form of the fellow cosmonaut. together they can live amongst the wonders of space and stars, running past undiscovered planets and orbiting moons. TOGETHER.

[0euvr]

shyly, she gestures for the much taller woman to come down to her level. it’s only when alcina does move that the wolf places a flower crown upon her head, woven of pale pink and white blossoms that match the countess’ clothes. › @mayoinomori .

form folded down to a more manageable size / hands posed 'pon thighs as you wait to be crowned. a woman of expensive tastes, you clothe yourself in finery and jewels each day, must always look your best. A LAVISH LIFESTYLE. maintained for over a century, there is little that would cause you to sacrifice the well put together image.

yet a kernel of kindness remains in the black pitch of your soul, an easy to grab at affection for those held dear. a trusted handful. besides, the chosen offering matches well to pale complexion and the powdered blush you've applied to your cheeks. and so rarely do you receive gifts with no ulterior motive. at least -- you cannot discern one from the little lupin.

large hands give the suggestion of gentleness as they touch the blossoms now on her head. it was decidedly, a charming piece. ❛ my, darling, you are full of surprises. ❜ sincerity hidden amongst grandiosity.

[0euvr]

do you know what today is? › @sciefi .

your job is information : knowing and curating. MULTITUDES OF DATA. a legacy left , the yahg ( and now you ) one of many in a long line of secrecy. information changing hands and it all eventually comes to you. despite such wealth , the significance of the day is lost. blue brow furrows in thought to the impossible question.

such a question comes from nowhere , so you twist it into one of you own. ❛ does today have a special meaning to you? ❜ sincerity tipped. personal importance does not diminish its worth. should this day hold import to jenny , you would hope to support it.

[0euvr]

crokas has come to learn two things: 1) ead is a bodyguard, like himself, and 2) that a “bodyguard” is a lame excuse to distance oneself from any emotional attachment, regardless what the heart says otherwise. crokas understands these two new companions hold a relationship vastly different from him and his boss / a mother who refuses to call him—who nursed and raised him as her own since he was an egg—her child. but a part of him can’t help but worry the other may be taken advantage of… where the massive white dragonborn would straighten to reveal his full height, lowers slightly, still towering over, to stare at ead. a low, gravelly voice simply asking: “ what do you mean… ” pointing his snout toward the queen. a huff. “ to her? ” / @angerrot .

IT HAD BEEN EIGHT YEARS SPENT IN SUBTERFUGE, living a lie. acting on orders of another to keep the queen safe from harm. though while you miss home there is no regret for the time lost. this task was an important one, or so you were told. life spent as a subordinate, you had fallen easily into the role of ordinary chamberer, though it did never quiet your tongue.

but a new situation had arisen. you had gotten too close. the press of her lips to your cheek still burn / still chase away sleep in favour of memories and of thoughts that cannot be. sabran would not tolerate treachery in her court / a mage even less. had faced down dragons but cower at the idea of what that kiss could have meant. besides, your time with her was running out, the prioress would not maintain her thin patience, you would be demanded back into the fold no matter how important it was that you remain.

your face remains impassive to the questioning, have no succinct or right answer to give him. promoted to lady of the bedchamber / sleeping in the queen's bed, a hard woman to read. a woman in mourning / about to lose her queendom. no time for sensitive conversations. you do not know what she means to you -- let alone the queen's own feelings. your head shakes / clearing thoughts.

❛ nothing. ❜ that's a lie. but a queen, so recently having lost her husband and child, a queen that is meant to carry on a bloodline to save her people cannot be seen in intimate company with someone like you. meekness does not suit you, but you duck your head all the same. ❛ i serve her, that is all. ❜

[mayoinomori]

The deer had been young. The law of nature decreed it was best to go after those in the herd that lingered behind, hobbled by injury or age. Sometimes a young fawn was the target, but the human side of her often urged her fangs to sink into another prey.

Yes, she yearned for meat sometimes. Felt the wild instincts threaten her, causing tremors in her flesh and her elongating teeth to chatter, clicking miserably. Even now, the scent of the kill makes her mouth water near uncontrollably.

It was embarrassing. She had spent her entire life learning how to control her inner wolf, to command it. But now, Robin felt like it was slipping too easily.

Unconsciously, she falls to her knees, crawling toward the carcass, fangs and claws sharpening of their own accord. To rend, to tear, to join in the feast...

She just barely stops before the kill, resting on her knees, fists clenched upon her lap.

What are you waiting for?

@0euvr

[0euvr]

THEY ARE ALL ANIMALS IN THE END, and you must be the stronger to survive. the predator. to feast. you wish to nurture the hunter within her, to coax out the wolf and watch the ferocity that could follow. just two beasts - prone to transformation and overwhelming hunger. wishes to pull another into you, to join in with your desperation.

a wide smile, a display of bloodied fangs and wicked intent. own hands covered in blood, a lone finger beckons robin closer to the kill. to the feast. ❛ do not get shy with me, darling. it would be nothing i have not seen before. ❜ your own fall into depravity along with the workings of your dear, mother miranda, monstrosity and transformation is nothing new to your yellow eyes. ❛ why not join me? ❜

an offer posed, in fact, would not be disappointed in refusal, but you are so eager to see how wild robin can be. what is robin waiting for, indeed. she would be accepted here. all aspects of herself seen as enchanting.