Veil of Elysium

The Seer, a kitsune with a past who's fighting to preserve her present. The Phoenix, a nervous child who's only just begun to realize his powers. The Drifters, two friends traveling the country to spread music. The Guardian, who is older than his years and kinder than his betters. Multimuse OC blog written by Tweeft. Mutuals only, rules always read before interaction.

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hey, guys! i’ve remade my multimuse oc/canon blog and made the pages more easy to navigate OTL so would you mind liking or reblogging this post on the off chance you’d like to rp?

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hey, guys! i’ve remade my multimuse oc/canon blog and made the pages more easy to navigate OTL so would you mind liking or reblogging this post on the off chance you’d like to rp?

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soooo i’ve got my pages up on my new blog, the url is the same as this without the dashes

any rps will be reblogged there soon

i’ll leave this blog up for the archive

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i’ve remade this blog and i’m currently transferring all the info pages there

like this post if you’d like me to follow you once the new-blog-period is up

[pantherfloof]

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⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket

The black Paladin sat there in the homemade blanket, with a mug of hot chocolate.  He closed his eyes, the steam was soothing even.  Sipping the mixture as he rest there.  Space Dad tired.

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takashipanthershiro:

Shiro blinked, trying to understand what she meant.  Jolted as if he were supposed to be someplace else.  It wasn’t right that he ate this, and the others… couldn’t, they had Green Goo.  Shaking a bit as he shoved himself away from the table.  “You’re right!  I should be with the other PALADINS!!!”

Gazing down at the clothes he was wearing, these weren’t his. “Wear is my Paladin suit??”

Jon flinched, but looked concerned as he looked up at Shiro.

Jammin frowned. “We have a transporter. I figured you needed a break from all that fighting. You came here on accident, kinda out of it up until I stuck you on the couch in that blanket with your cocoa,” she said. “You’re fine, we can take you back if you have coordinates. Probably even bring your paladins omelettes. As for your suit...I gave you some of Zhan’s old clothes. I didn’t think you’d be able to sleep well in that hard armor.”

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{[ @batteredmettle || Liked for a sleepy Sky ]}

There’s a young child that seems to have fallen asleep outside. Just kinda laying under a tree, curled up and sleeping soundly.

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Jon approached carefully, not wanting to startle the other young man awake. He gently prodded the stranger’s shoulder.

“This isn’t a good place to sleep,” he said quietly. “We have a couch if you want to sleep somewhere soft.”

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highly debating deleting and remaking this blog anew just to get rid of my 200 inactive followers

[angstmemes]

Your muse comes home covered in bruises. Send me “It’s nothing.” for my muse’s reaction.

Or reversed:

My muse comes home covered in bruises. Send me “It doesn’t look like nothing!” for my muse’s reaction.

[themagisterlegacies-archived]

But he wasn’t buying it for a second. He stood up and walked over to Nico, testing the bendy nature of the cane with his hands and eyeing Nico’s legs, like he was looking for just the right place to strike first. “Can you ever stop lying? You know what I’m referring to, your talks with my amatus…Confess and perhaps it will be easier on you.”

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He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes as his muscles tensed.

“I just...told him that his treatment would have been a lot different where I’m from,” he said. It was still the truth, just not the whole truth. “Ever since I told him that he hasn’t wanted to talk to me.” He kept his eyes down, knowing Ladon would likely catch the defiant look that hadn’t left them.

[horrificmemes]

You have my permission to use threats to manipulate my muse starting now.

[pantherfloof]

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⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket

The black Paladin sat there in the homemade blanket, with a mug of hot chocolate.  He closed his eyes, the steam was soothing even.  Sipping the mixture as he rest there.  Space Dad tired.

[battered---mettle]

takashipanthershiro:

“It’s a long story…. One that is the fate of the universe I suppose.  Having to save it from the Galra….”  He took the bottle of Sriracha from Jon when he was done.  Smiling at the bottle drawing red lines across the creamy surface of the eggs folded in perfection.  The slight tumble of bell peppers and mushrooms mixed among cheese.

He cut a piece and he made of face of joy there.  Damn that was good.  “Oh, oh….that is so good.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “That’s the question I’m sure you’re sick of people asking,” she said. “I’m asking what you’re doing here, at a stranger’s house, instead of your own family’s. I’m sure they miss you.”

Jon was similarly enraptured in savoring his own breakfast. His omelette was practically smothered; spicy food was his favorite.

[themagisterlegacies-archived]

t“My guards have told me about some interesting conversations you’ve been having,” Ladon had Nico brought to his chambers, about two weeks after the initial start of his life as both a kitchen and house slave, and Koli’s physician. It turned out that there was a great deal of herbal medicine the poor boy had to take and Nico was now in charge of mixing it, but the kitchen was also hard work, laundry was endless, scrubbing the floors blistered the hands…and so far, security was just as tight. Ladon’s hair trigger temper was no comfort, either. Koli did his best to be kind, but since that night of snapping at Nico to stop his talk of freedom (and frankly, telling Koli the truth of his situation) it seemed their possible friendship was up in the air. Whenever Nico was around now, Koli was quiet, meek, and somber as a puppy who’d just been yelled at.

And his sister hated Nico’s guts. That, too.

He held a thin, wooden stick in his hands, flexible and about a meter in length, and he seemed to be examining it with careful attention. “Can you guess what they were about?”

@batteredmettle

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Nico kept his eyes down as Ladon spoke. He did his best to look the part of the sniveling, terrified slave he wanted Ladon to see; head bent, nervous expression.

“No, Master, I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t suppose you’d believe me if I said they were making it up.”

[pantherfloof]

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⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket

The black Paladin sat there in the homemade blanket, with a mug of hot chocolate.  He closed his eyes, the steam was soothing even.  Sipping the mixture as he rest there.  Space Dad tired.

[battered---mettle]

takashipanthershiro:

Shiro came down along with Jon, but not before he told him.  “I really didn’t know what to make of that, being I hadn’t rested probably being up in space.  Night and day kind of run together.”

They then sat down at the table and didn’t let her wait any longer feeding them.  His eyes growing wide at the sight of something not green.  He grinned.  “Omelette looks great!”

“Why thank you, kind sir, I do know my way around a spatula,” she said, smiling. “Sriracha?”

“Yes, please!” Jon said, making grabby hands for the bottle. The kitsune chuckled as she handed it to him.

“I was more talking to Shiro, you doof,” she said, sitting at the head of the table. “So, you were in space. Any particular reason you’re here, instead of...I don’t know, your mom’s house?”

[pantherfloof]

"Hey, I hear your birthday's sort of today," Jammin said, grinning crookedly at him. "Anything in particular you really, really want for dinner?"

He blushed hearing her congratulate him on his birthday.  “A nice traditional seven course Japanese meal?”  Wondering if that were over stepping the line, but he hadn’t had Earth food in so long.

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She winked. “Wakata ne,” she agreed. “Don’t worry about overstaying your welcome, Shiro. Jon likes you, that’s a good enough reason to let you stay as long as you’d like. Anyway, do you have any food allergies I should know about?”

[pantherfloof]

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⅋ - Bring my muse hot chocolate and a warm blanket

The black Paladin sat there in the homemade blanket, with a mug of hot chocolate.  He closed his eyes, the steam was soothing even.  Sipping the mixture as he rest there.  Space Dad tired.

[battered---mettle]

takashipanthershiro:

“Oh gods, mushrooms….  I hadn’t had those in a while…..I love the taste of those…..”

Shiro hadn’t been in a home in a long time.  He supposed it was natural to feel out of place, like he didn’t belong there.  In a slow stride down the stairs with Jon, he took in the decorations, the lifestyle of the two that lived there.  He felt like he was an alien instead of who he really was.  The arm that not been part of him long, felt heavy almost with guilt. 

“Yeah, Mom’s got a thing about knowing just what you need. Lemme guess, last night she stuck you on the couch with that fluffy blanket and a cup of tea?” Jon tilted his head back slightly to smile at him. “You look like the type of guy she likes to pamper before she lets ‘em leave.”

“You guys having a tea party up there? Food’s almost ready!” Jammin called up from the kitchen.

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Icarus flushes a bit as he lightly tugs the red piece of ribbon that he loosely tied around him with rose and a card. "I-I uhm did some research.. and found out it's some sort of holiday today... and well... uhm your the only mass of atoms I'd want to divide and pair with.." he said while flushing a bright turquoise.

Jon blinked blankly for a moment, his cheeks reddening.

“Was that a pickup line?” he asked. “And is this, um…you’re wearing a ribbon. This is a solicitation, isn’t it?”

His entire face, plus neck and ears, was as red as a boiled lobster now.

“…Mom didn’t put you up to this, did she?”

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knifetastic:

Icarus blinks. “Oh havens, no I’m not after that.” He said while looking at him with a kind smile. “Besides I just enjoy spending time with you and wouldn’t mind more of that if anything.”

He blushed brightly and hid his face in his hands.

“God, I’m an idiot,” he practically whined, grinding his hands against his closed eyes to see the phosphenes. “And I’m gross. Of course you wouldn’t want that. Why would you? We’re kids. Well, I think I’m a kid. And I don’t know if you are. And just...god, I’m gross. I’m sorry.”

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character redesign for jaelyn

i still haven’t figured out if her twin having vitiligo would mean she has it too, so i tried coloring her with and without. can’t decide which version i like better :3