[alucinore]

( 🏛️ ) . . . someone in another time 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒔 a private multimuse blog feat. primarily fantasy based characters from various media including greek myths, dragon age, the sandman, bridgerton & more. studying . . . never trusting the storyteller, always trusting the story, the fine line between gardeners and reapers, demystifying our legends, the labyrinth as a womb & tomb, the grief in the hero's return & untold histories as written by caliope ( she / her , 30 , pst ) | also found : @koschyei & @lebedevya

𝓲 ˚ prompts 𝓲𝓲 ˚ info: @walkdreams 𝓲𝓲𝓲 ˚ pinterest

🏛️ . . . 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔.

𝒐𝒏𝒆. you know the drill by now, no meanies, no god-modding, tag your spicy images etc. i'm limiting this blog to a handful of mutuals and long time friends only until i get back into the swing of things. as a general rule, you can expect me to be here on early week days. 𝒕𝒘𝒐. plot based due to my limited free time. i still welcome spontaneous memes, but will prioritize memes for plotted dynamics and threads. please don't take the delay as a lack of interest, i'm just trying to economize my time. my dms are always open if you want to brainstorm to get things going. 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆. mature content will be present, so i will not be interacting with anyone under the age of 21. there are lots of themes of war, violence, and romance here, but i will be sure to tag anything particularly triggering or suggestive as ___ tw. if i miss one of your triggers pls lmk. for me, no need to tag anything except your us.fw/ns.f.w

🏛️ . . . 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔

⚘ ˚ zoya nazyalenskaya ⚬ dvaurga ⚘ ˚ alys cousland ⚬ stmystery ⚘ ˚ sophie baek ⚬ stmystery ⚘ ˚ james farrow ⚬ compunctions ⚘ ˚ kenneth vareck ⚬ daylighter ⚘ ˚ adelelaide triton ⚬ laperlina ⚘ ˚ prince phillip ⚬ travmsoldat ⚘ ˚ vax'ildan ⚬ exitvelo

🏛️ . . . 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔

⚘ ˚ blogwide ⚬ stmystery ⚘ ˚ blogwide ⚬ stelegy ⚘ ˚ blogwide ⚬ veilhouse ⚘ ˚ blogwide ⚬ yharnum ⚘ ˚ blogwide ⚬ exitvelo ⚘ ˚ blogwide ⚬ cautionarys

𝑰 . . . primary muses

dionysus ⚬ greek god of wine 

hermes ⚬ greek god of swiftness 

melinöe ⚬ greek goddess of nightmares  

dream of the endless / daniel hall ⚬ dc's the sandman 

asteria amell ⚬ dragon age : origins

agent twilight ⚬ spy x family 

𝑰𝑰 . . . secondary muses

fergus cousland ⚬ dragon age : origins

mhairi ⚬ dragon age : awakening

megaera ⚬ supergiant's hades

benedict bridgerton ⚬ bridgerton

milo thatch ⚬ atlantis : the lost empire

𝑰𝑰𝑰 . . . private / by request

renata cruz ⚬ daughter of dionysus oc

mnemosyne ⚬ greek goddess of memory

keyleth ⚬ critical role campaign i.

𝑰𝓥 . . . voice testing 

viy ⚬ the tsar of death

[pirenas]

See you in paradise.

TAKESHI KANESHIRO as Nishiyama/“Hayabusa Jetter” Space Travelers スペーストラベラーズ (2000) dir. Katsuyuki Motohiro

[do-re-memes]

— nighttime ; prompts & sentence starters.

a mixture of scenarios and dialogue for nighttime shenanigans. tw for mentions of alcohol, substance usage, and suggestive themes.

( SCENARIOS )

[ BUZZ ] - our muses are drinking and / or getting high on a rooftop.

[ CAMP ] - our muses are camping in the woods, telling ghost stories by the fire, when they suddenly hear something scary.

[ CONCERT ] - our muses attend a major pop star's concert and fan out.

[ DANCE ] - our muses go out clubbing and start dancing up on each other.

[ DIM ] - our muses make cocktails and slow dance in a dimly lit kitchen at 11pm.

[ DINER ] - our muses decide to hit up a diner at midnight and order breakfast.

[ DRINK ] - our muses meet up for drinks at a lowkey bar.

[ DRIVE ] - our muses are on a late night road trip and have to make a pit stop somewhere questionable.

[ EMPTY ] - our muses explore an abandoned building and almost get caught by [pick: security / squatters / other explorers / something else].

[ FRESH ] - our muses decide to sit outside one of their homes for fresh air and a meaningful conversation at 1am.

[ GAME ] - our muses stay up until 4am playing video games in the living room.

[ GRAVE ] - our muses explore a cemetery / graveyard and find something spooky.

[ HAUNT ] - our muses explore a location that is notoriously haunted and have a paranormal encounter.

[ HIDE ] - our muses are hiding out together in [pick: the attic / the bathroom / a closet / the garage / somewhere else] at a party they didn't want to attend.

[ HIKE ] - our muses are hiking along a new trail and find something interesting / odd after getting lost.

[ MASK ] - our muses attend a masquerade (or some other masked event) and unknowingly become dance partners.

[ PLAY ] - our muses have fun at a playground at 1am.

[ RITUAL ] - our muses conduct a [pick: cult-like / pagan / satanic / spell] ritual deep in the middle of a forest.

[ ROOM ] - our muses are deliriously sprawled out in one of their bedrooms at 5am after talking all night.

[ SHINE ] - our muses are laying on a blanket in the grass and stargazing.

[ SHORE ] - our muses attend a bonfire party on the beach and wind up talking and walking along the shore until sunrise.

[ SNACK ] - our muses make a 1am snack run to the nearest corner store / gas station.

[ SNEAK ] - our muses are caught sneaking in or out somewhere (alternate: sender may catch receiver, or vice versa).

[ STUDY ] - our muses spend the evening [pick: studying / training] and accidentally get locked in the [pick: grounds / gym / library / school].

[ SUMMON ] - our muses play with a ouija board (or similar tool) at 3am and get scared by themselves or something worse.

[ SWEAT ] - our muses are laying in bed together post-coitus.

[ SWIM ] - our muses sneak into the community pool for a late night swim.

[ VENUE ] - our muses drink and get rowdy at a rock show in a small venue.

[ WALK ] - our muses take a late night stroll around the neighborhood / town / city.

[ WET ] - our muses skinny dip in a lake / pond once the sun starts to go down.

( DIALOGUE )

❛ it's hard to see the stars in the city. ❜

❛ can you spot any constellations? ❜

❛ can i get you a drink? ❜

❛ i'm so tired, but i can't sleep… ❜

❛ it's too late for that. ❜

❛ this is gonna require an all-nighter. ❜

❛ how is it already two in the morning? ❜

❛ gonna grab a midnight snack. you want something? ❜

❛ can i take you home? ❜

❛ did you hear that? ❜

❛ i can't see shit. ❜

❛ why do hauntings never seem to happen during the day? ❜

❛ first one to fall asleep has to buy breakfast in the morning. ❜

❛ are you still awake? ❜

❛ are you okay? it sounded like you were having a bad dream. ❜

❛ well, you seemed like you were having a good dream… was it about me? ❜

❛ hey! no falling asleep on me! you better wake up! ❜

❛ what do you think about when you're falling asleep? ❜

❛ shh! keep your voice down! ❜

❛ please tell me you see that too… ❜

❛ i think we're being followed… ❜

❛ who the fuck are you?! why are you following me?! ❜

❛ why the hell are you up so late? ❜

❛ getting into some late night mischief? … yeah, me neither. ❜

❛ can you stay up with me, please? i just need some company… ❜

❛ don't turn on the light! ❜

❛ could you at least turn on a light or something? ❜

❛ who cares? it's not like anyone can see us. ❜

❛ this place is freakier at night… ❜

❛ it's locked… what are we supposed to do now? ❜

[alucinore]

part of me really wants to make a contemporary kaos inspired main verse for all the greek myth babes, i'm so upset that masterpiece was cancelled.

[walkdreams]

❛❛ ㅤthe rapt pupil will be forgiven for assuming the tsar of death to be wicked & the tsar of life virtuous. let the truth be told:  there is no virtue anywhere.

a retelling primarily based off of my own world building & lore for koschei (found here), with influences from slavic folktales, turkic mythos, nikolai gogol's horror novela "viy" and alexander afanasyiev's "the grey fairybook" anthology. viy was once a mortal named vuk -- the eldest of three sons born to a village witch and a khan. after his father's fall, vuk and his surviving family were taken as prisoners of war. eventually he and his brothers were conscripted into a brutal winter campaign wherein, as he remembers it, his youngest brother's recalcitrance with a frost demon led to his demise.

in the realm of the dead, vuk came across a being known as erlik: an incapacitated death god who was long at odds with both the reigning tsars of life and death. with the full extent of his influence and ability, erlik reshaped vuk into the wraith now known as viy. he coaxed him to serve as the previous tsar of death's right-hand reaper and judge of the damned, all to see him ultimately usurp the tsar's position and wage a cataclysmic war against the isle of buyan. viy believes the war to be all in the name of restoring nature's balance, if not an act of vindication against the brother who continues to live without consequence after costing him everything.

𝓲˚ headcanons 𝓲𝓲˚ visuals 𝓲𝓲𝓲˚ threads

🏛️ . . . 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒔

⚘ ˚ main : takes place in a high-fantasy world, not recognizing the plot of deathless. russian fairytales tend to start off with some variation of the line "beyond thrice-nine lands, in the thrice-tenth realm" as a way of saying that the story takes place in a land far far away, or rather, detached from our ordinary world. essentially, that's what i've done here. you can refer to this world reference & plot guide ( super crossover friendly !!) for a fuller sense of the general world conflict and where viy originally came from, but currently he rules and resides in the realm of nav ( the underworld ) and leads a horde of frost ghouls to battle in buyan every midwinter in hopes of forcing his brother to surrender his death and/or abdicate his throne. ⚘ ˚ deathless : loosely following the plot and pantheonic world from deathless, viy is an ancient being, born as a minor deity/god-king who inherited the title of tsar of death from his father just as his brother, the tsar of life, inherited the title from their mother. while koschei presides over creation, vitality, and magic, viy governs death, ancestry, and the turning of natural cycles. fearing such contrary duties might estrange them, their parents initially established a tradition where koschei was required to descend into the country of death during the winter months. there he would remain beside his brother in hopes that witnessing how the souls he once nurtured faired in viy’s final keeping might ease his mourning. for centuries the ritual preserved peace, until viy came to reap the one soul koschei refused to surrender: his sole heir and daughter. koschei begged, schemed, and fought to hoard her away from death's terrible eye as many years as he could, but ultimately, she was lost to both realms entirely. koschei blamed viy for the tragedy, and so, maddened by the guilt and grief, he tore out his own death and sealed it beyond his brother’s reach, plunging their tsardoms into a perpetual state of war and imbalance. by now, viy considers koschei wholly unfit to rule, views his entire court as complicit in his corruption, and intends to bring an end to them all so that something new may finally restore the land's natural cycle . . . affiliated with dvaurga's tsaritsa of water

🏛️ . . . 𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒓

name. viy true name. vuk titles. tsar of death, the viy / eye of erlik, khan of the frost ghouls, the blind wolf pronouns. he/him age. born in the 12th cent. ( appears late 30s / early 40s ) origin. slavic & turkic folklore etymology. immortal psychopomp / wraith ( currently ), ranger / phantom rogue ( prev. ) sexuality. demisexual alignment. lawful neutral ( or evil depending who you ask ), prev. lawful good relations. alkonost / tsar of birds ( sibling, presumed dead ), koschei / tsar of life ( sibling, alive -- unforch ), danika ( mother, deceased ), yürek khan ( father, deceased ), baba yaga ( ancestor ), veles ( predecessor ), erlik ( influencer ) height. 6'0" build. exceptionally athletic and compact. like most nomadic riders, he was trained for mounted combat from a very young age. keeping his hands steady and engaged with his weaponry while galloping requires an insane amount of core and leg strength. his back and shoulders are nuts too, though they'd be slightly asymmetrical from his heavy reliance on spearing & archery. hair. blue-black, thick, straight, usually kept lengthy but tied away from his face eyes. when he was human, they were dark brown beneath particularly thick eyelashes ( which is where the nickname viy originates), as a wraith / tsar of death his lashes and eye color remain the same although they reflect green during a reaping or instant kill. however, following an early battle with koschei, his eyes were hexed, which now leaves them in constant agony. the only way to soothe them is to keep his eyelids shut or covered with a blindfold scars. going off above, the hex scarred the skin surrounding his eyes as if burned with acid; as a wraith, traces of his death linger over his body, leaving him with a corpse-cold undertone and darkened veins branching throughout his skin, as if they were deep blue fractures spreading across a frozen river. zodiac. scorpio sun, virgo moon, cancer rising

🏛️ . . . 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 & 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒕

⚘ ˚ the gift of scent : like his brothers, he was born with a unique gift / sixth sense that was later amplified in his becoming a wraith. for him, the gift of scent manifests in his perceiving the essence, soul, and/or intent of a person through smell ( sort of like how others might see an aura visually). this sensitivity to smell also allows him to track individuals across impossible distances, sense hostility, and judge the dead ( virtue and corruption carry very distinct smells, with pleasant ones signifying a purer or more evolved spirit and rancid smells betraying the rotten or unevolved ones ). ⚘ ˚ wolf transmutation : possesses a wolfskin/cloak that allows him to assume the form of a steppe wolf. it's the most common form he takes in psychopomp duties or for tracking. there's also a universal rule that deities ( even minor ones ) shouldn't present their true selves to mortals without the completion of a task or other show of worthiness. because of this, he will often approach the living in wolf-shape first. ⚘ ˚ the terrible eye / instant kill : what his entire folklore is based-on !!! although i'm establishing this as an ability that was given to him by his maker, erlik. he can inflict instant death with just a single glance. however, it's not something he can nor chooses to use without restraint. he upholds and deeply respects the laws of fate and cannot kill someone whose death is not already due or likely destined. the effect resembles something like medusa's stare: when activated his eyes reflect a brief green flash and anyone ( whether it be a single person or a whole troop ) who witnesses this could die instantly, especially if unwarded or within close range. this power also has a very length recharge time which makes it something he'd have to use very strategically. after koschei's hex, this ability was rendered almost obsolete. it's extremely difficult for him to open his eyes, much less activate the flash without some struggle or obvious sign.

🏛️ . . . 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 & 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

⚘ ˚ limited eyesight : technically, he isn't blind, he can see when he forces his eyes open, but the pain is severe enough to make him primarily rely on scent and hearing instead ⚘ ˚ magical entrapments : death himself cannot be killed but he can be bound, deceived, or imprisoned. certain tales ( like that of sisyphus and the soldier with a magic cap ) speak of a rare few relics that might be capable of temporarily immobilizing or sealing viy away. ⚘ ˚ interplane restrictions : laws of nature forbid him from walking freely among the living. he can only manifest 1) as a harmless spectre to select individuals through their dreams or during their near-death experiences; 2) before those who are dying or fated to die soon; or, 3) during the winter, when the barrier between his realm and the moral world is weakest, allowing him to cross through forced rifts or during sanctioned natural events/phenomena

[alucinore]

call it self indulgent but i truly think mr. worldwide (hermes) may have his favorite home base in brazil during modern times. HEAR ME OUT !!! but outside of greece, brazil is 100% his vibe -- you have the fitness culture/sports enthusists/olympic athletes, formula one legends, the são paulo finance bros, the party people, huge diversity of discourse and community, plus thieves & tricksters all in one place ?? there is also something to be said about him being exiled by the japanese pantheon and brazil having the largest diaspora of japanese descendants that i think would be a huge appeal to him too js js

[pirenas]

There's no changing his mind. Better you put up with it.

[alucinore]

viy core, if you care

[yharnum]

i will fight with you, he says gently, as if it were an unthinking answer to a needless question. she justifies that it was a reasonable answer, a valiant one, expected of a noble son of his stature & name; yet despite the certainty of his bravery, the hand that rested at her back and the kindness of his voice shakes loose a breath from her throat. she presses the back of her wrist to her lips, refuses tear. in that space of a few seconds where her face is turned away from him, she does not allow herself to waver too far : the sword in her hand was her very first, sharpened by her own newly practiced hands, and she would not erode its dignity in front of him by trembling.

if for but a moment, she holds fast to these truths— that he was with her and not against her, that they would return with some semblance of having avenged her forest ... and that he would stay after too, surely, he would stay & perhaps she could barter him to speak to her mother. until such a time, she might remain blissfully unaware of all that troubled his mind. ❛  i thank you. in a thousand words and thoughts.  ❜ she moves her hand away, and listens. though she speaks soundly of a time to rest as the downpour of rain encroaches, she cannot help the restless urgency in her limbs to trespass into the lie-bidden lands. her worry is unending, a sharp gnawing : my sister may be in there, how can i know for sure?

❛  i must— i must press on. i could not,  ❜  she stutters the word, & feels a quiet anger at herself for it; was she not a warrior trained at the behest of the sultan? how could she stammer now, in the heat of the unpredictable war? thoughts scrambling, she steps back reflexively, and into his hand. ❛  not more need die, @alucinore. i could not bear it.  ❜

[alucinore]

can he fault her in the need to do something ? does he not grapple with the lives that remain in danger, with the desire to help as many as he can? of course he does. every fiber in him strains against the patience a dire moment demands. but in vuk's ears also ring the teachings of his ancestors and clan elders. to the young khan-to-be, they had sought to impart the wisdom in a leader knowing when to yield control. they'd tell him tales of how the ten clans became nine after the great flood; that those who'd survived had done so not by fighting fruitlessly against the monstrous waves that tore them from their homes, but by heeding the leaders who told them to keep heart before the face of something wild and unknowable. to have faith that no matter where the water took them, their feet would find ground again and they would endure.

❛❛ we would be better help to them after the storm passes, viz. ❜❜ already the rain bleeds down the column of their necks, seeping beneath his wolfskins and leathers. a full night's search in the damp and cold, lungs choked in firesmoke— vuk knew they'd be courting death long before their swords ever had the chance to strike a single culprit down. his murmur at @yharnum's shoulder is meant to echo what they both knew to be most prudent, to bid her to rest again. but he sees how the idea wracks at viziera from within. feels her shallow and uneven breaths pressing against his palm— how could his heart not leap alongside hers in protest then?

if it were your little brother lost in the jaws of that forest, could you have gone the night without searching for him? he knows he could not. nor could he have forgiven anyone, if they tried to stop him and the worst came to pass. if that made him as unwise and faithless as the tenth clan, so be it. was it not better to die and be judged a poor warrior than a poor brother? ❛❛ we cannot search the whole the of the forest in this. ❜❜ vuk says at last, drawing back the hold that consoles her if only to grip his horse. catch her eye in surrender. ❛❛ . . . if you were with the others, where would you have sought shelter ? ❜❜

[alucinore]

𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒄 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕! ( viy edition )

𝒊. what emotion do you most readily associate with your OC?

sense of duty/justice !! he's always been pretty good at being impartial and doing what he has to do without taking personal feelings into account, but now that he's snapped i'd say he's taken this to an extreme. seeing how many folks are still backing a cockroach like koschei, he's ready to wipe the slate clean with a great deluge 2.0 and call it divine punishment/necessary step toward humanity's rebirth :)))

𝒊𝒊. does your OC prefer the beauty of nature or the bustle of the big city?

beauty of nature although he lives in the bustle of a big underground city, which has much more natural stone, rivers, twiggy trees, flavorless fruits, etc. he'd be lying if he said he didn't prefer the bounty in the country of life since he spent more time as a child than koschei being raised in the nomadic life style, taught to revere nature and its spirits, and frequently riding and camping throughout all sorts of terrain.

𝒊𝒊𝒊. if they had to flee a burning building, which possession would they be most keen to grab on the way out?

cool thing about being tsar of the dead is that you don't have to worry about losing things to these sorts of disasters. it all ends up in his country anyway, but assuming this was in his human days, then it'd still be people before possessions for him. he was never really attached to objects, it's very contrary to the values his father taught him, but as the eldest son he was also overly concerned with protecting his brothers and mother, so as long they're out of the mess, then he likely wouldn't grab anything. very much of the belief that anything that's destroyed can be rebuilt.

𝒊𝒗. is your OC more likely to be getting up with the dawn - or just heading to bed?

just heading to bed probably, however... things are reversed in his kingdom too, so if the sun is dawning up above, it's probably set where he's at?? and so in that way he's up with the dawn?? also the saying "you can sleep when you're dead" is so funny to him because there is no physical reason for souls to sleep down here!! what are they recovering from?? which goes back to saying the country of death is actually a bustling city that never sleeps. sleeping here is probably more a habit, a way to pass time, or to retain some facsimile of what life was like before and so i don't think he tends to sleep much at all.

𝒗. what changes come over your OC when they are hungry?

likewise, he's probably never hungry, only eats out of habit ( but ohhhh does he yearn intensely !! and not admit to how insufferable he is when he refrains / refuses himself !! )

𝒗𝒊. does your OC have a go-to insult when people irritate them or let them down?

he's the one who gave koschei his nickname when they were still human, so probably called him bone-head, dog-bones, etc. every time he did something prideful and stupid for sure. sometimes he'd call him a little lamb, which was double-edged because kuzum (my lamb) would have been their father's term of endearment for them as children. there's a difference in calling him my lamb vs a little lamb though, and in the context of wolves being their father's cultural totem (which viy inherits) and koschei hating being infantilized, it was (and still is) more of an insult to cut him down to size or to say he's unworthy of being their father's son :))))

𝒗𝒊𝒊. where is a place that your OC will visit (or would wish to visit) when they need to feel at peace?

there will be no peace until koschei is dead !!! but i think the waters of death might be a go-to quiet spot for him, and as a human he did love to find clear views of the moon over the steppe, ocean, forest clearing etc.

𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊. does your OC have a particular fear or phobia?

death has nothing to fear except failure, that's what makes him so scary 😭 (of course that changes when love enters the equation) but at least when he was human, beyond the fear of danger to his family or failing in his duties, i think he might also have a fear of fire. he almost died in one as a kid, so fire does tend to disorient him a bit even now as tsar of death. he also used to not trust the chyerti at all, did fear encountering some of them and avoided where possible, especially in the dark wood/wintery terrains. same with other nature spirits, not so much a phobia, but a fear of upsetting them and incurring their rather so he'd stuck to all the traditions his mother and father taught him to appease them.

𝒊x. what might your OC wear if they knew they would be called upon to fight or otherwise be active?

don't quote me on this because i want to give it more thought as i go, but he's on offense not defense and likely wouldn't wear armor. would just come in a black cloak with his pale horse and an icy spear/falx or a bow.

x. what habit should your OC really try to break, but almost certainly never will?

refusing to forgive, capitulating to fate, following the powers that be blindly, choosing ancestral / spiritual duty over personal desire, etc.

tagged by: @laperlina ( muah muah muah ) tagging: @yharnum, @exitvelo, @veilhouse, @apotheocis, @anoffering, @azarathian and whoever else hasn't done it yet !!

[alucinore]

i will get off my da: origins superiority soapbox and get around to finishing veilguard soon i promise, but do you ever truly sit to think about how devastating the fifth blight really was and how it perpetually changes ferelden as a country ?? or even thedas as a whole ?? it was 400 years since the last one !! think of how many generations that would be in a feudal society !! how it parallels with the black plague; it had also been centuries since europe was hit with a pandemic of that scale and many thought it really was some old evil coming back to wipe them out.

and then think of how many from the working class died, how many soldiers, how many heirs, how that impacted societal structures and economics. if we look at history, the plague was in great part the catalyst for the renaissance and i'd imagine ferelden was on its way toward one too !! when all these nobles are in need of workers and armies are in need of replenishing, the elites had to pay up, the system had to change and with more money came more opportunities for upward mobility, a more educated populace. not to mention when witnessing so much horror folks tend to lose their faith??

the church starts losing power, the state leans towards more secular views which brings major push back from the old ones -- cue the templar-mage rebellion. soooooo much is shifting and changing because of this One Event and i loved the first three games for honoring and building on that and i feel like veilguard (from what i've gone through so far) doesn't really sit long enough with these and sort of cheapens a lot of the stakes :(((

[alucinore]

‧₊˚ ⋅ 🏛️ ˚ @laperlina ( 𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆 ) . . . ft. benedict ↳ you have already embarrassed me beyond repair. what more could you possibly wish to do to me?

❛❛ forgive me — i had not considered what lemonade might do to . . . ❜❜ the gentleman should quit while he's ahead. with his helping hand now rendered useless and uncouth to the pearlmaid, benedict resigns to scratch himself behind the ear, giving his sorry eyes a run of the room. perhaps anthony or moses himself might part the crowd, offer some escape if not a word of advice. there was no such intervention. both were otherwise indisposed— but the sight of a maid fluffing one of the tables arrangements sparks a better idea. fairies tended to sup from flowers, didn't they?

❛❛ we've a garden ! ❜❜ benedict offers, perking up as though triumph itself were bubbling within his own entrails. ❛❛ the best in mayfair if i’m not mistaken. i could escort you to it. might that help temper your discomfort some ? ❜❜

[yharnum-a]

04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. ( vuk & viz 🏃‍♀️‍➡️ )

❖ nonverbal prompts, accepting.

it was a near perfect mirror, and perhaps it was the possibility of its perfection that burrowed a painful bruise where her smile should have been [because once, when they were both younger and unknowing of what was to come, he (a young soldier then, very handsome, enough that her third aunt had suggested he ought to be married very quickly so that his hair would never grey, & thus that handsomeness would be preserved. ‘the possible bride!’ her aunt said, of course, was own vain self.) had set a hand on her arm merely to signal her attention, but either in ignorance of how her world worked, had not realised such a simple gesture could provoke the startled eyes of busybodies. her face had been deathly red then, pertinently ignoring those very eyes boring into her spine].

when his hand reluctantly rests on her back, a gesture that was less improper now in the absence of her giggling sisters, she felt the strange & uncomplicated nature of his intention : to comfort her, or perhaps to remind her that her conviction was heavier than her sword. viziera tasted blood in her mouth. rain licked away the debris-dust from her cheek, which she wiped away with her wrist. the first of angra mainyu’s forces had set fire to the western crook of her forest. the wrath of fire made slivers of her skin white as the bark of birchwood trees. betulin, a heat-averting chemical in the making. ❛  thank you.  ❜  her fatigued eyes slid to his face, a hand rising if only to clutch his forearm in a shared, quiet acknowledgement. ❛  i am alright. please, would you fight beside me a while longer?  ❜

[alucinore]

the rain falls as a silver veil, a wounded hush over angry, hissing tongues of fire — even at their distance, the smoke is suffocating. so too is the air fragrant with the musk of the martyred. as the shamans might say, these would not die in vain; in due course, they would see their ashes burst green from the country of birds. vuk knows this to be true, but what peace would the truth or any other consoling word bring to viziera's mourning heart or her forest? what he wishes to say is better spoken in the quiet weight of his choices: in his insistence on remaining in arshlan well past the wintering season; in the way he steadies her spine instead of reaching for her soiled cheek; in how he holds her gaze, always a moment too long.

❛❛ i will fight with you, ❜❜ he promises, a gentleness to his voice that does not befit what a wolf's teeth would do. ❛❛ on my honor, it will be to their graves. ❜❜ were it in his power to decide, he'd have stayed to fight beside her for all his days. 'the dyad girl is strong. beautiful. not so far from a rider's reach,' his father had once observed — partly-amused and rather proud that his inscrutable boy had finally shown some sign of interest in the lush and living. vuk might have confessed it to him then: that the jewel of his life would have been the day he'd convince viziera to marry him. a pity, that his father had been quicker, proffering the crooked blessing that dashed all boyish hope and tarnished his respect for the man thereafter. have your fun, oğlum. but when the time comes, remember your duty.

after all, the second and third sons might always chase their fairytales, but an eldest son unpromised had no such luxury. he was the family's cornerstone. its most vital bargaining chip. when his parents set their ambitions on reclaiming lukomorye from its far-ruling tsar, such a feat could not be managed by a village alone. they needed allies: rich sultans with a shared vision, rival clans willing to forge a greater tribe. on his honor, too, vuk would marry a khan's daughter in the spring. until then, he was resolved to fight as brutally and love the dyad as wordlessly as he could.

❛❛ the fire will not take well to the rain. neither will our horses — we should rest. gather our efforts at dawn. ❜❜

[angelresource]

an offer from a gentleman julia quinn

why don't you come with me? i could use a bit of company.

i know who you are.

don't you ever, ever make the mistake of thinking you are as good as the rest of us.

i don't want to see you.

do you have any questions?

i might be with child!

do you think this color is becoming on me?

was the column very good this morning?

don't be impertinent!

did you need something?

what are you chattering about?

cease your prattle immediately.

i find the sound of your voice particularly grating.

you look stunning tonight.

if you wish for things you can't possibly hope for, you're only going to be disappointed.

i beg your pardon?

what is going on?

i do not dance.

what is so funny?

it would be ungentlemanly of me to allow this sorrowful state of affairs to continue.

come, dance with me.

why is it that you always seem to be laughing at me?

i'm just so happy to be here.

i like to watch you smile.

eligible young ladies, a pack of ravenous wolves, the lot of them.

how much have you had to drink?

it's nice to see two siblings who love each other so well.

you call that love?

why so many secrets?

we shall have to take a stroll together.

you're very quiet.

tonight i am transformed, tomorrow i shall disappear.

then we must pack a lifetime into this very night.

where are we?

you're quite the detective.

are you fishing for compliments?

oh! i'm sorry!

i want to touch you.

who are you? i have to know.

i want to see you tomorrow.

i want your future. i want every little piece of you.

you might as well tell me everything. you know i will figure it out on my own soon enough, and it will be far less embarrassing for you if i don't have to ask any questions.

it was all very innocent, i assure you.

it's so nice to see you in love.

oh, goodness, you gave me a fright.

i don't ever want to see your face again.

what was your name again?

have we met?

it was a very brave thing you did.

i was very worried about you.

it was very kind of you to care for me.

i didn't do anything for which i ought to apologize, did i?

you wouldn't lie to me about this, would you?

do not stifle yourself on my account.

i find you rather... refreshing.

have you plans for the rest of the day?

whatever could you be thinking, to look so adorably ferocious?

are you this charming with everyone or only me?

you have already embarrassed me beyond repair. what more could you possibly wish to do to me?

i like when you say my name.

sometimes i think you couldn't possibly be real.

i think i have to kiss you. it's rather like breathing. one doesn't have much choice in the matter.

who are you, [name]? who are you, really?

something isn't quite right about you.

it is not my habit to remain in the company of people who insult me.

be mine. be mine right now. be mine forever. i'll give you anything you want. all i want in return is you.

i want you in my bed. i want you tomorrow. and i want you the next day.

you're a fool.

do you understand what you're giving up?

i have been adrift all my life.

let me be your anchor.

what do you wish?

i'm only trying to save you from yourself.

you're making me hate you, you know.

i can live with you hating me. i just can't live without you.

what are you smiling about?

i'm plotting your demise.

you bring out the worst in me, [name].

has anyone ever told you that you are exceedingly nosy?

i can't bear it when you look so sad.

there's a sorrow deep in your eyes. it's rarely gone.

i wish you would share your secrets with me.

i burn for you.

every night, i lie in bed, thinking of you, wondering why the hell you're with [name], of all people, and not with me.

tell me what happened. did someone bother you?

you're nothing like the rest of your family.

do you understand what it feels like to be pushed away?

how many times do you expect you can reject me before i stop trying?

oh, stop with that old excuse. it's grown tired. if you wanted to be with me, you would be with me.

i won't be your mistress. i won't be any man's mistress.

i don't regret what we did. i wish i could. i know i should. but i can't.

they say that a smart person learns from her mistakes. but a truly smart person learns from other people's mistakes.

what happens when one falls in love with someone unsuitable?

i love you.

i want to marry you.

when i thought about what it was in life i really needed—not what i wanted, but what i needed—the only thing that kept coming up was you.

you're so beautiful. everything i ever dreamed of.

i love you. i have always loved you. i think i loved you before i even knew you.

you are the reason i exist, the very reason i was born.

[greengableslover]

Art Academy not going so well? I’m an Imposter, El. Turns out Anthony himself bought my seat at that table.

Bridgerton (2020 - ) │s02 ep08 ‘The Viscount Who Loved Me’ (requested by anonymous)

[alucinore]

okie so i showed you mine, but you guys wanna see the rest of the leather journal haul ?? 🥹 👉👈

[psyducksgfx]

VARYING KISSES PROMPT

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

PLACES TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver's knuckles.

sender kisses receiver's cheek.

sender kisses receiver's lips.

sender kisses receiver's palm.

sender kisses receiver's temple.

sender kisses receiver's inner thighs.

sender kisses receiver's hair.

sender kisses receiver's shoulder.

sender kisses receiver's neck.

sender kisses receiver's knees.

sender kisses receiver's stomach.

sender kisses receiver's top of head.

sender kisses receiver's chest.

sender kisses receiver's upper back.

sender kisses receiver's foot.

sender kisses receiver's inner wrists.

sender kisses receiver's nose.

sender kisses receiver's forehead.

sender kisses receiver's fingertips.

sender kisses receiver's shoulder blade.

sender kisses receiver's lower back.

sender kisses receiver's outer thighs.

sender kisses receiver's sternum.

sender kisses receiver's collarbone.

sender kisses receiver's earlobe.

sender kisses receiver's forearm.

sender kisses receiver's chin.

REASONS TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver to say goodbye.

sender kisses receiver to say hello.

sender kisses receiver to say goodnight.

sender kisses receiver to say good morning.

sender kisses receiver to distract them.

sender kisses receiver to reassure them.

sender kisses receiver to initiate something further.

sender kisses receiver to shut them up.

sender kisses receiver to comfort them.

sender kisses receiver to say i love you.

sender kisses receiver to tease them.

sender kisses receiver to fluster them.

sender kisses receiver to congratulate them.

sender kisses receiver to give into them.

sender kisses receiver to surprise them.

sender kisses receiver to pretend they're in a relationship.

sender kisses receiver to show off for someone else.

sender kisses receiver to wish them luck.

SETTINGS TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver at a restaurant.

sender kisses receiver in the kitchen.

sender kisses receiver in a pool.

sender kisses receiver at a cafe.

sender kisses receiver at a party.

sender kisses receiver in the bedroom.

sender kisses receiver in a movie theatre.

sender kisses receiver in a car.

sender kisses receiver at a park.

sender kisses receiver in a club.

sender kisses receiver in an alleyway.

sender kisses receiver on the bus or train.

sender kisses receiver in a closet.

sender kisses receiver in a store isle.

sender kisses receiver in a parking lot.

sender kisses receiver in the woods.

sender kisses receiver at school.

sender kisses receiver at the bar.

sender kisses receiver at the beach.

sender kisses receiver in the ocean.

sender kisses receiver in the garage.

sender kisses receiver at work.

sender kisses receiver on a boat.

sender kisses receiver in a theatre.

sender kisses receiver in a tent.

sender kisses receiver in the bathroom.

sender kisses receiver in a motel suite.

sender kisses receiver in a hotel suite.

sender kisses receiver at a cabin.

sender kisses receiver in an office.

sender kisses receiver in the backyard.

sender kisses receiver on the porch.

sender kisses receiver in a secret or hidden place.

originally posted by a now deactivated account (askboxmemes)