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Hi! My name is Cyan. I'm over 25, any pronouns, UK timezone. This is a multimuse blog featuring Tales of, Persona, Octopath Traveller and Fire Emblem. Please read my rules before interacting.

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I CANNOT READ OVERLY FORMATTED POSTS. My limit is truly tiny text and bolded dialogue. I will NOT write with you if you have double spaced words, 300 colours in your post, or anything else that isn't just normal writing. I am BEGGING. I'm old and impatient; let your writing shine as is. I will ask you to change your posts, and if you refuse, I'm just not gonna bother ngl. i will increase font size if needed

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none atm! :3c take your pick

last updated: 19/03/2024

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@bluestmoons — from here

Innes is Frelia’s prince, yes! She’d remembered the name at least, hadn’t she? That’s enough... but her mother would still likely scold her for not being able to pick him out from a crowd and know his name before his introduction. She’s secretly sad — it shows in the overcast nature on her face, for a moment, before she’s carried away by his question. The people of Sacae are proud of their refusal to lie, and Karla does not even question sweet nothings to fill his thoughts. “It was actually quite a long, tiring journey, from there to here... Mother was quizzing my brothers and I the entire time, and I’m saddle sore... but... we did arrive safely, and it’s beautiful here. Frelia,” her tongue seems to slip on that word, strange and unused to it as she is, “is so different from home... Does no one sleep in gers, here? What happens when you need to travel? Where do you sleep?”

She looks sad. This must be because he’d hugged her. What if Innes crawled under the table and died under there? No. He takes a deep breath, calms himself, and steadies himself. He is a prince, and there’s no room to panic over social faux pas.

Besides, Karla seems to move on quickly. The best thing Innes can do is move on quickly with her.

She’s honest. Innes prefers this to the empty chitchat he’s used to. “I suppose that makes sense. It’s quite a journey; of course you’d be saddle sore.” He can’t imagine making such a trip, himself. He doubts he’ll have to, either. “Er… gers? What is a gers?” He frowns in confusion. “When we travel, we stay in guest houses or inns, should things be so dire.”

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me, deep in the Tellius and Sacred Stones trenches: oh. of course it's more fucking Fódlan

no i don't want to hear about it and i don't want to RP it until it's out pleaaaaase use tags when talking about it so i can avoid as much as possible

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' stay with me until the end. i will give what i can, what i have left. ' will @ louis

othercide ; accepting

Louis regards Will coolly.

This offer is not foreign to either of them. He's offered to let Will into his fold, and there had been a time where Louis actually believed Will may fall in line. It hadn't taken Louis long to realise the flimsy trust he had was because of the love he had for that young boy in the village of the Elda.

It's the first time Will offers, though. Despite everything, Will wants to trust Louis.

It's obvious why, as Louis takes in the altered form of his most bitter rival. Silver hair and blue eyes: it's obvious who Will had been all along.

"Everything I did," Louis says slowly, his tone pure steel, "I did for you. You, who were proclaimed dead." And Louis had been blamed for it - as if he ever could. Now, knowing who Will is, he wonders if he can kill him. He wonders if he could take that final step into madness.

Had he not done all of this for the prince who stands before him? Is there any point in it now?

"If you will give all that you are, then join me instead. I meant it when I told you that we could rule together, and I've yet to lie to you." Were Louis a weaker man, perhaps he would have begged. This is as close to begging as he allows himself.

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╭┈┈┈┈ ₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ╰ ♡⸝⸝ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄

' what more must we sacrifice before the end?'

' let me confess a little secret : i have never believed in any god. '

' i wanted to destroy everything. just as much as i wanted to cry. '

' remember this : nothing counts as much as blood. '

' my dear friend, we have gone through so much sorrow. can you even remember my name? '

' what we do is a mercy to the world. '

' never show your face around me again, or i might very well do something we'd both regret. '

' i pray for your redemption. '

' are you going to repeat the same mistakes again and again? '

' put an end to their distress, dear friend, because they cannot bear the weight of suffering. '

' i hope you will remember our journey together. '

' what a disgrace to see you here. '

' what will you remember now? '

' you want to save me? why would you help me? '

' i could not protect them all. '

' aren't you ashamed? don't you realize what you have done? '

' don't ignore me. i know who you are. '

' i wanted to tear this world apart just as it tore me apart. now… i can. '

' i wanted to see you one last time. just one last time. '

' she was all i had. and then i had nothing. '

' a blade does not question the hand that wields it, it merely acts. ' '

' if you can, aim in between the eyes. '

' do not despair. my life lights your path. '

' stay with me until the end. i will give what i can, what i have left. '

' so be it. if this world can't repent from its worst sins and disgusting souls, i will sculpt a new one. '

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i'm alive. but at what cost

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me, about to add to my muse list when i realise it needs tidying: ah. uh. um. hm.

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Diamant looks tired, that sort of bone-weary exhaustion that is barely holding him up. Of course, Alear worries. As always, he's working far too hard. As always, there's no stopping him. All Alear can do is be there for him.

"I can help you not think about it." Because he deserves a rest. He deserves to pretend there is no world outside of the warm bubble they've created together, just for a little while. They both do, really.

"I could give you a massage," Alear says. They're no expert, and it's not solely an excuse to touch him. He looks like he needs it. He looks like he needs far more than that, but proper rest is so hard to come by these days. There's room for little else beyond the war efforts and perhaps falling asleep afterwards. Yet they still found time for each other, somehow.

"Tell me what you need, Diamant, and I'll do it." More than anything, they just want to help.

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Diamant's mind admittedly wanders a bit when Alear says they could help Diamant not think about his soreness, imagining some of the ways the two royals have found relaxation with each other before. That isn't what Alear means, though, and DIamant almost chides himself for letting his mind wander there.

"In a bit, perhaps," he says softly as he rests his hands on Alear's waist. "I don't want to move yet, and I want simply to hold you for a while." Diamant tilts his head a bit to brush the tips of their noses together, letting out a soft breath as he does so.

In a perfect world, what Diamant needs would be easy: Alcryst, Alear, and peace across Fodlan. In these wartimes, it's much more difficult to think about. There is much he wants, less that he needs, and he needs to think rather differently than he had before Edelgard's war had begun. He must think simpler.

Another quiet exhale, using the steadiness of his breathing to help further ease his body. "I need...you, and then sleep. Gods, I need to sleep."

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I need you. Alear can’t help the thought that enters their mind. No, not now; that isn’t what Diamant needs. Diamant needs something solid, something to hold onto as the rapids of life threaten to swallow him. They could do that. They could be strong for him.

“I know. I know the toll this war takes on you.” On Diamant in particular, who fights against his home and his own people. His father, in particular. They won’t ever mention his father, not without Diamant bringing it up first.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you to switch sides for me.” But then, could they have fought him? Put against him on the battlefield, would they have been able to kill him? No. It was a selfish request. They’ve put Diamant in an awful position, choosing between Alear and Brodia. “But I can’t lose you.” It’s a fear they can’t shake.

They’d understand if he left tomorrow, even if it hurt. They turn around, pressing their back to Diamant’s torso. They want to be close to him too, to feel his skin against their own. It’s comforting. They could fall asleep against him right now, wrapped in the warmth of the water and the sweet-smelling bath salts.

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peeks in?

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as we go into the new year, i'm also going to make changes

first change? i'm culling some of my muse list and re-implementing the secret menu. the secret menu is for close friends only. basically if we talk regularly, you can ask for anyone on the secret menu. if we already have threads with someone from the secret menu, we're good to carry on! (i should tidy it. i do not care to. lol)

secondly, i have officially added Will, Louis and Basilio to the main menu. perhaps others on the secret menu. we'll see how long they last because i'm already annoying and picky about this game, sorry! (maybe i should stick to fic. heh.)

i am determined to make indie work. i will keep trying to make indie work for me. even if that means writing with just 4 people, i do not care, so long as writing is finally happening. i'm gonna be choosier with people. it's a slog to log in when people don't reply to threads ever. LOL

anyway that's all! happy new year my friends

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They're so close now, and there's no choice but to make a bold move: Leave or give in. Shut him down, or give in to the game they've been playing with each other for ages now. Yuri knows what he'd prefer, but he isn't in the habit for forcing people to do something they aren't comfortable with - well, except the people he's killed, they were likely not comfortable with their lives ending prematurely. So he waits, eyes half lidded while he watches the gears turn in Claude's head.

And yes, he had hoped for this, even if he would have played it off as nothing had Claude pushed him away. He doesn't, though, he grabs Yuri's hips and finally lets their lips touch, and it's enough to know that Claude gave in first. It's a small win, barely a win, but Yuri takes his wins where he can, especially when the other player is something as clever as Claude.

He's almost sly in how he kisses him, a fluid motion from the brush of lips to the parting of them, years of training in this department helping him know how to make smooth work of something as simple as a kiss.

But maybe it isn't quite so simple. Yuri's had enough intimate partners to know when it's meaningless and when it isn't - it always is, it's always about power and control and getting what you want - but there's something he rather enjoys about the slide of Claude's lips against his own, and not just because it physically feels good.

He can't think about that, though, decided he'll never think about it, and instead presses in close, their bodies flush, waiting to see how this plays out.

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He's surprised Yuri doesn't back down. Claude realises now that he shouldn't be surprised; he walked right into Yuri's trap. He can't imagine what kind of ploy this is. He doesn't know what Yuri wants, what he truly wants. Maybe all he wants is a kiss. Maybe all he wants is one night together. Maybe he wants everything.

Claude feels like he's playing with a losing hand. That's never stopped him from playing before, however. And right now, he wants to play.

How far will they go, he wonders. How far can Claude push? How far does he want to push? Yuri certainly doesn't seem to hesitate. Claude's overthinking will be the death of him.

He's glad the library is deserted at the moment; he'd rather not explain what he wants to do to Yuri. His arms move to snake around Yuri's body, until he has a good enough grip on him to flip their positions. Now, Yuri is pressed against the table. He pulls away from the kiss, just for a moment, to whisper.

"There, isn't this much better?" Now he's really expecting Yuri to squirm away.

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It's getting increasingly hard to log in here orz

You know what's demoralising? Putting in effort to plot stuff (which if you know me, it's a struggle to get my ideas out there to another human being and not to the void). Writing stuff. And then constantly not getting a reply to those threads or whatever. I'm not saying just once or twice because that's fine, but I mean all the time. Always. I am tired of it

For the people who do actually reply to threads. Thank you. You're the only reasons I still log into this account because I am so fucking sick of writing at people rather than with people

I'm gonna keep trying to get the replies to threads I owe out BC. Well. I know people actually wanna write with me. I'm patient when it comes to replies but I can't handle consistently not getting replies ever. I've hit my limit on how many times I can let my writing go ignored

And this is why I prefer my group BC damn it all even if replying there makes me anxious (BC conveying my ideas to another human being is terrifying), at least people are interested in writing with other people and other people's characters rather than writing at a brick wall

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Does anyone else feel massive amounts of shame and embarrassment when asked to share like character thoughts or hcs or hell even plot ideas or is it just me haha 😳

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comes in. kicks down the door

THE FUCK YOU MEAN CYNTHIA IS CANONICALLY A CHICK MAGNET AND I'VE NEVER NOTICED THIS BEFORE

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rereading old Claude posts (circa 2022) like.... damn he's a funny guy who wrote this (me i did)