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[#𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃] a multi-muse featuring muses from kuro games: wuthering waves. blog primarily runs on queue with constantly fluctuating activity. 21+ & mutuals only. minors dni.
current resonator showcase: hiyuki, lady miko of the flaming sakura.
incinerated by salem.
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all graphics by @floragfx.
i shall be the vessel of your wishes: /constellrion ♥, /thosefavored, /inyvat, serenitasmusas, /draconiclotus, / noctuasdawn, / lunestri, /fortuniis & huijarii.
as always, will start with some older stuff before moving on to the newer! i'll be here after a nap, i swear... 🫶
WUTHERING WAVES ⤷ Lynae
MANY MARVEL AT A CAPTAIN'S VESSEL, eager to observe the craftmanship, noting the elements that make the ship unique ⸻ sweet words of praise & tales spun into song can win them a visit aboard ! but he himself had never really been known by the ship he sails, instead his flames, his heart ABLAZE, & the threat of laughter will come by curtain's call ! ❝ graize ! aye ! it's a ship but captain brant is no pirate ! ❞ he jerks a thumb up to gesture towards his visage, sporting a boyish grin & determination lighting up his hues. ❝ i'm a fool & this vessel is one place that the troupe of fools congregate for a bit of fun on our ventures. all you need to do is ask & i'll gladly let you aboard, friend. ❞
brant leans forward slightly, hand now finding purchase upon his chin to cup the shape. ❝ have you ever tread across waves like these before ? ❞
once she stepped foot into startorch, lynae carried with her renewed oath: to never let the dredges of the past define ‘her’ ever again. life was a highway & she was gonna ride every super-circuit she could find, petal to the floor & sparks on metal! every day brings with it something new. a class project, meals in the food court, to something so small & precious as passing conversation with fellow classmates or even digging small snacks out of her pocket that were gifted by friends. they may seem insignificant, but to lynae they were the brightness in a splash of every color in her rebellious cans that lit up her life.
lone index scratches at her cheek sheepishly. okay, okay… pacing in place momentarily before coming to stop in front of the captain himself. she can definitely do this.
❝ mmm, nope! but i'll never stop chasing the horizon. you might beat me when it comes to the sea, but on a bike your fancy ship has got nothin' on me! i do have a few days off. if i'm really allowed onboard, think i could be a fool too? ❞
“Adversity gives life the thrill of adventure.”
— Debasish Mridha
Verdent forest ahead stretches wide beneath the painted sky, sunlight filtering through thick canopies in fractured beams of gold and emerald. Beautiful. Dangerous…. probably. Very much her.
His eyes narrow faintly at the grin thrown over her shoulder, equal parts accusation and reluctant amusement. “You know,” he starts, voice roughened by the wind, “most people ease someone into near-death experiences before inviting them on scenic photo trips.”
Still, there’s no real bite behind it. If anything, the corner of his mouth betrays him first, twitching upward despite himself. The hand at her waist shifts again as the bike cruises steadily onward, thumb brushing once. Absentminded, grounding, before he finally pulls his hand back enough to rest against the seat behind him instead.
“Awesome pictures, huh?” he repeats, gaze drifting toward the approaching tree line. “Depends. Are these the kind of memories where we laugh about them later…” A pause. “…or the kind where I end up stranded in the woods because your idea of ‘fun’ involves cliffs, explosions, or things trying to eat us?”
Yet even as he says it, there’s curiosity there now. Interest. The kind that had quietly replaced caution somewhere between sharp turns and stolen adrenaline. And after a moment, softer: “Either way… I’m in.”
wind on her cheeks, the heart thrilling pound of going full speed ahead with no consequence -- lynae can feel her heart thrumming like a livewire through her veins & there's no other place she'd rather be. considering their first meeting, they've come pretty far from that time, y'know, where she accidentally rammed her bestie with her motorbike, but that's not the point here!
laughter flows freely against the passage of time & constantly shifting colors all around them before she's dropping a hand to readjust both of his around her waist. the cliff is fast approaching, head dipping & a smirk a thousand miles wide that might even challenge the stretch ahead as she warns him.
❝ hold on tight! ❞
phone at the ready as they soar over laha-roi's most prominent landscape, she snaps a few well timed selfies with rover included as it looks like everything slows for a solid beat & they're flying right over the horizon. awesome!
barely a blink later & they come to a smooth glide against the turning of shores beneath, pace finally slowing enough until she settles them at a stop, engine lulling into a soft, restful purr.
❝ did you see that?! we were incredible! i'm gonna keep these shots forever! ❞
I hope this story speaks to you. The answers you seek lie within these pages.
phrolova, overseer of the fractsidus, a mysterious yet compelling existence hinging between life & death itself.
she cannot wither, she cannot die. only replay these movements to the crimson finale. she is unafraid of death & harbors no resentment in starting over-for she has done this time & time again.
perhaps her curiosities truly lie within questioning significance itself- what will you grant them? those inconsequential existences of blind will without the anchor of survival? she has only known the complete loss of those she loves, never to see them again.
life to her is a score teetering precariously 'pon achieving the quiet. erasing the clamor of thought so that only then can one truly appreciate the perfect melody echoing through the lycoris sea & the paradise that is soon to arrive...
she has perhaps written the most two-sided script of all. for she cares not if even her own comrades betray or use her just as she uses them-no matter how steep the price, she will pay it until she reaches the end she seeks. oh, to comprehend the cycle of life, by experiencing it over & over again. thus, she withers. the music persists & the crimson curtain rises once more. will you dance again with her in this endless drama?
@constellrion // the rover!
in a world where each sound is seamlessly shaped by her very hands, the conductor finds no dissonance within immediate reach. alas, a string of crimson notes, much like ‘their’ fate rise to the score's calling, a sound most intriguing to the ears softly flowing as each one falls like the last only to bloom into death's welcoming embrace as a patch of lycoris at her feet. overseer only pauses when the faint sound of footsteps breach her peace, baton held high before drawing close as if to find safety, held staunch against her chest.
❝ you've concocted yet another unexpected prelude to arrival. will the score you play this time.. be different, i wonder? or perhaps you will succumb to silence. waiting, too, can be a gift in itself. ❞
// @wojian wished on a shooting star: " don't underestimate me. " for qiuyuan.
muted eyes wander not over the figure accosting him with such claims, but the greyed outline of scenery that befalls all around them. to his side, one of the hunters seems to be partaking in one of her many games-the world is her virtual reality, after all. or so she has sworn by. the other seems to be choosing between the value of different cards held calmly within gloved hand. perhaps gauging if her threads might usher the round in a beneficial direction. he does not know where blade has wandered off to, but elio seems less than satisfied with the current predicament. qiuyuan merely affords the soft, calm edge of a smile, sipping at the porcelain cup lifted to his lips before gently patting at the cushion just beside him.
❝ you know that i can still see, just not in the way nature has intended. come, sit. perhaps you wish to play the next round with us? ❞
WUTHERING WAVES (2024) dev. Kuro Games "Could you keep this between us? If the teachers find out I skipped class, went joyriding, and hit someone… Ugh, my record can't handle another strike."
—虚無—
#KYCMU — Independent & Selective multi-muse/verse from various franchises. Feat. Xing (Wuwa's F!Rover) & Stelle (HSR's Trailblazer). Written by Aki, please refer to pinned post or Carrd before interacting!
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Hiyuki — Let There Be Snow
@serapholy ♡'d for hiyuki!
to distant lands may the lady miko roam, answering the calls of wishes unnumbered. rinascita, a nation guarded by the imperator & blessed they be beneath the thorny crown of holy maiden. here she seeks the one borne of gale & tide, an existence of both sentinel & threnodian as one. like the roar of crashing waves, perhaps the maiden carries within her own soul severed in two & ultimately, a future unknown. miko bows her head before her divine radiance, kneeling with a resounding chime of the suzu to signal her arrival.
❝ greetings, blessed maiden. of all voices i can hear within rinascita, yours calls to me most strongly. how may i see your wishes fulfilled? ❞
@fortuniis ♡'d for hiyuki!
here they stand before her once again as if mocking the future's tithe, winter's bidding sharp 'pon her exhale. as if ice would follow a lashing with the tongue, miko bides her time & refrains from sudden movement. for a single step could safeguard the future, or incinerate the self to ashes. to this end, she is not ready to bid her own departure from the world just yet. no matter how seemingly hopeless the paths she walks, how many souls come to hate her by name & the unquellable hatred of voices that never cease. she keeps her blade close, self guarded & form as if frozen & poised within time itself, perfectly preserved. someday, she will cut forth a future that can save them all.
❝ i have already forsaken every path that would have seen me become the threnodian's resonator. surely i no longer serve as any use to you. why then, do you continue to sully my path? ❞
