todays bird
Sweet Seals For You, Always
art blog(derogatory)
official daine visual archive
The Bowery Presents
cherry valley forever
Show & Tell
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
shark vs the universe
taylor price
𓃗
Cosimo Galluzzi
Today's Document
noise dept.
Mike Driver
JVL
tannertan36
$LAYYYTER
we're not kids anymore.
almost home
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Poland
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Italy
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
@divinaemagicae
Come with me and you’ll be
In a melting pot of all things fantasy, this muse is open to interacting with just about every non-modern muse out there. Semi-selective, but not private. From mages to dragon riders to deities, all are welcomed here. The Heir to the throne of Dromaris welcomes all sorts into their borders, and frequently visits other lands as well. Seeking friends and new life experiences alike.
In a world of pure imagination
I’m going to work on making Fantasypath their own blog so I can actually.... follow more fantasy muses and get something going for myself with them.
I’ll throw up a link once I get that done.
Sentence Starters based of a mix of quotes from various Final Fantasy games, part 14
“My sweet angel, come to me. I will take you to a world of dreams.”
“Why, you-don’t you feel anything!? Taking the lives of so many…”
“Your pain shall be twofold!”
“I don’t think we build cemeteries for the dead. Sure, it may seem pointless to you, but… How can I describe it? It’s so that we can think like this: ‘We’ll never forget you. We’ll remember you every time we stand at your grave. And we won’t let the fear of death, which each of us knows, stop us from living our lives. Because my friends will remember me when I’m here’.“
“I commend your courage, but I shall show you no mercy.”
“I am the trouble maker, after all.”
"Spare me the lecture. Lives come and go all the time. What’s the big deal?”
“No, no. We’re just friends.”
“This is my story. It’ll go the way I want it… Or I’ll end it here!”
“If you need to, you can cry, too, *insert name here*. My shoulder’s always available.”
“Life is connected, one to another… If you trace the root of all life, there exists one source.”
“I’m telling you, she was too shy to hand me the letter herself! And if you don’t think I’m a ladies’ man, you’re wrong. Chicks are intimidated by good-looking guys.”
“I don’t want to stop. And maybe I want to run away from it all. But living in the village with everyone fills me with joy. The joy of living with them far outweighs the fear of death. Isn’t it the same for you? Traveling with your friends gives your life meaning.”
“Ha…Ha…Ha…Ha…Ha.”
“Don’t say it! Don’t say his name.”
“Heh! You got tall, but you’re all bones! You eatin’ right boy?”
“I thought about a lot of things, like… Where I was, what I’d got myself into. I started to feel… Light-headed, and then, sleepy. … I think I had a dream—a dream of being alone. I wanted someone—anyone—beside me, so I wouldn’t have to feel alone anymore.”
“Remember, we’re only married while we’re here.”
ROUGH PROGRESS SKETCH
my tablet sensitivity keeps giving up on me at random but i kinda actually like how rough it makes my pencil brush look.
ur princess is in another castle mario.png
siilverveiins:
Warily he lowers his own hood after sitting down, braided red hair falling to his side.
“Well regrettably I’m here to hide. And as I do not get out much…… I must have acted rather odd.”
He hoped a bit to late they could not recognize him. Any enemy prince just visiting your kingdom wasn’t often seen as good.
“...odd is one way of puttin’ it, I suppose.”
Hands came to fold on the table in front of them, dark brown hues narrowed and sharply observant. The bright red of his hair was their first clue, the eloquence of his chosen words the next. Apath was no fool--all heirs were to be properly educated, after all, no matter their kingdoms.
“Tell me, foreigner, wha’s brough’ ya ta Dromaris? Why here ta hide?” “Seems like an awful big gambit ta flee here, all thangs considered.”
A ruse, then, Apath wasn’t truly certain that he was who they thought he may be. But perhaps their roundabout phrasing could coerce a confession, body language prim and proper despite being ready to leap up at a moment’s notice.
An enemy prince in their kingdom was absolutely being seen as a bad thing.
For all they know, it could be an attempt at inciting a war. A try at pinning them for kidnapping the prince, anything to start a fire that couldn’t be put out with anything but bloodshed.
deae-ex-machina:
The four stared at them with various expressions, then spoke one after the other in sequence.
“We understand you’ve been having some trouble with another nation.”
“We’re here to offer you some help.”
“The four of us are various aspects of war, and whoever you choose will lend you power and advantage in your conflict.”
“You’re pretty much guaranteed to win, but exactly how is your choice.”
Had news of their struggle with Prussia really spread so far--?
Apath’s shoulders slightly relaxed, though their gaze never once softened. Hands shifted away from their hips, in the very least, no point remaining there when their weapons were nowhere to be seen. And, well, they were in the satin dress they’d gone to sleep in, no armor.
“...I see. Who represents which aspect?” “Is strategy among ya?”
weighyourheart:
He didn’t exactly startle, but he did tense at the weight on his shoulder. Kohled eyes widened in surprise upon the appearance of the winged reptile and it’s sudden closeness. A blink, and then another, mirroring the tilting of the creatures head with his own. The beads in his hair chimed gently against the heavy golden choker fitted around his throat, the noise pleasing to his ears.
Anubis followed the little things attention back to the figure seemingly struggling, then followed it’s movements at a slower pace. He stopped just infront of them and bent as they were, yet another curious head tilt sending hair and golden beads cascading across his chest.
“There is no need for an apology. Are you well? What is she? I have never seen one such as her in all my years. Well, nothing such as she that was not attempting to devour me at the time.”
Confusion marred Apath’s features as the little queen proceeded to tilt forward towards the other’s face, lifting a hand for her claws to rest on. A soft trill, and her warm head is rubbing along the side of his cheek, and Apath’s brows would knit. Slowly drawing her back away as they straightened up, softly shushing her and running their fingers along her neck, their gaze fixated on him instead.
“I’m alrigh’, she jus’ took off a ways back, been chasin’ aft’a her. Got a bi’ winded. She’s somethin’ called a fire lizard, kin ta dragons. Gotta say, I ain’t ev’a had her fly off on me like this, or... no offense, sir, bu’ she c’ain’t stand people half th’time. Rath'a hiss and get herself all worked up int’a a tiff. I’m surprised she’s wantin’ ta intr’a’duce herself ta ya. S’th’rest’a ‘em tha’ like ta be social.”
Apath was... going to play things safe, for now. But they were inclined to trust the little queen’s sense of judgment. Sure, it seemed like this fellow didn’t have too much of a grasp on personal space, but that could very well be a cultural difference and not anything out of the ordinary. They were rather far from home, after all.
@divinaemagicae
Dreams are a funny thing. The simple act of falling asleep can take one to many fantastical - or terrible - places.
Such seemed not to be the case this time, however. As Apath’s eyes closed, they found themself on a marble platform floating in a cosmic void. Four beings were there as well: a large, green skinned woman; a hooded metal golem; a gray-skinned woman with a cocky grin; and a four-armed woman with razor sharp teeth and a psychotic smile.
Apath was as cautious in their slumber as they were when they were awake.
Immediately, they had been carefully backing away, gaze never leaving the four they could see. In a learned reaction, their hands had shifted down to their hips--no scimitars. Of course, why would they need those in a dream? Still, their defensive posture never let up, gaze flicking between the others.
“...?”
“Curiosity is a sign of one hungry for knowledge. I can applaud that, my Grace.”
His eyes train on the lizard that wraps around their head, tilting his head to the side in an almost feline way, and there’s something somewhat inhuman about the way he moves. The hound stares at it too - But the stare in his eyes is predatory, hungry, and Cyrus does not like it. He realizes he must look unnatural - The blue hair that hangs down about his eyes, the many vials of strange liquid and flowering plants that threaten to spill out of the leather pouch that sits on his hip, slung around his shoulder.
“I’m not one for talking either. I’m afraid people don’t listen well in the first place, so I believe I can live with that. I’d rather let my actions speak for me, no?”
He glances toward the forest that sits at his back, then at the sky. The sun hurts his eyes, and he almost brings his hood back up, to hide from the blazing light, but should he do so in the presence of the heir? Perhaps not.
“That is.. quite the creature you have there however, if I may be honest. Smaller than the ones in the woods, but still beautiful.”
They hesitate for a good long while, still yet idly running their fingers over warm scales, enjoying the light croons and chirps against their ear as claws untangle from their hair. Apath only casts the hound a glance, gaze hardening for all of a moment (territorial behavior, perhaps, or a dominant streak on Apath’s part), though they glance away again.
For now, they would have faith that this stranger could keep it from lunging for their fire lizard. Not that the little darling would be in much danger if it did, the ability the creatures had to go ‘in between’ was remarkable.
“...found a clutch durin’ one’a m’travels. Hatched when I found ‘em. Had ta feed ‘em, y’know? Babies don’ last long withou’ nourishment. Ended up havin’ all bu’ one’a th’clutch take ta me. This lil’ queen here, though, she jus’ don’ like bein’ away from me fer too long. Makes her skittish.”
Holding out their arm, the little queen scuttled along it, sitting up straight as her head cocked to the side--curiously issuing another series of chirps.
“Would ya like ta pet ‘er?”
@weighyourheart
A soft, trilling sort of croon would permeate the air long before sunlight reflected off of golden scales. Reptilian body gliding down and coming to perch on a warm shoulder, all three lids blinking as her little head cocked this way and that, head swaying directly in front of Anubis’ face.
Another chirp, startling and looking back at a soft, exasperated noise.
Wheezing, Apath doubled over to catch their breath, throwing up a hand in nonchalant greeting. Wings rustling, the little queen was quick to make the short flight back to her retainer, nuzzling her face up under their chin.
“...s--sorry abou’ her. She mistook ya fer someone else, I think...”
siilverveiins:
He’s wary, obviously he doesn’t know this stranger but it’s possible if he didn’t follow them they could get him in a lot of trouble. For now he’ll just have to go with them.
Looking at the tavern his fear grew. He was often forbidden from going to establishments of that sort. They were also crowded. Nevertheless he nodded, he’d follow them there.
Walking in, the duo would be subtly flanked by another two people, cloaked and hooded. Much to Apath’s annoyance, gesturing briefly with their fingers down, and the hoods were dropped. Best to blend in, after all... this was a private conversation. And the best play to have one of those was in public, where the noise of everybody else drowned out secrets.
Slipping into a chair at a corner table, Apath gestured pointedly for this stranger to take the one across from them. And once he had, both guards sat in the two remaining sets.
“...yer actin’ awful suspicious, stranger. Wha’ brings ya ta these parts? An’ don’ mind these two. Jus’ bein’ safe.”
There was a sigh and a shake of their head, gaze downcast and somber.
Apath was their father’s primary adviser on this matter, considering how often they themself had ridden out and won a battle for their kingdom. They were using the minimum force required to keep their enemy in a steady stalemate, hoping for a break, a chance to bring peace instead of a hostile takeover.
The heir’s own visit had amounted to naught. It was only a matter of time before Dromaris stopped holding back. Apath felt as though all the innocent blood to be shed was on their hands.
...but it must be done, and they had told the king such.
@aura-brxken
Oh? There’s someone interesting! What was someone doing way out here, anyways?
Heels gently nudging against their horse’s sides, Apath rode up next to the other, blinking down at the other. Curiosity was plain on their face, from the sweeping gaze to barely furrowed brows. Plainly asking ‘who are you?’ without having to utter a sound.
++ Like, reblog if you’re interested in rping with an indie, fandomless Anubis. + a Good dad + will give you a free tour of the pyramids + you need comforting? have a jackal baby to curl up with + is a Good son, he never fought his dad, humans are fucking liars. + tells the best stories of all the people he’s judged + still salty about Osiris stealing his job (should never have helped his ass) + wants 2 b worshipped, please pray 2 him ☥ About ☥ Rules ☥ + Mun & Muse both over 18, penned by Eli +
||; STARTER CALL -- sticks leggy in the air. to be done while i watch stranger things.
He suspected someone was there from the beginning, really. One doesn’t survive long in the forest without having a keen sense of their surroundings, and he is no exception, though he doesn’t turn to see who follows him.
The dog that follows at his heels begins to growl when the twig snaps behind them, but a hand quiets him. People grow curious, and for curiosity, he cannot blame them, for it is the very force that drives him daily.
“It’s a bit far from the market, don’t you think? I would expect you would want to continue your conversations instead of following an old man like me.”
The black hood that dons his head is pulled down, and he turns, squinting slightly at the figure before him. The heir, if he remembered correctly? But perhaps not - It was on rare occasion that he came into the city.
There’s a bit of a nervous twitch, well hidden by their own heavy cloak, only watching him intensely. Slowly, very slowly, their hands came up to slowly pull their own hood down, dark olive features exposed with no small amount of trepidation beforehand. Apath was at an impasse, they hadn’t their usual parchment nearby for being able to communicate, and they’d learned that it was a rarity for anyone to speak in hands.
A slow exhale, though they’re quick to glance up at the glitter of gold scales not far above--anxiety melting away as a reptilian body glided down to allow claws to settle on their shoulders and in their hair. As the little queen’s tail coiled loosely around their throat, Apath would steel themself, getting air into their lungs and searching for the right words to use.
“...perhaps. I’m no’ much of one fer conversing. An’ I was... curious.”
nharmxnic:
becoming closer with the people he’d been far too isolated from has been quite the endeavor, but besides cooperating with them to halt the battles, cease the casualties…apath must have begun to rub off on the impressionable young prince, seeing as he’d easily been spotted among the ‘peasants’, as the former king declared them to be. were the people who had to barter for their livelihood truly lower than those who were born with rights far above them?
( probably not, he thinks- the marionette, severing the threads that tie him to those corrupt, prejudiced manipulators seated upon thrones, just begging for alliances - believing in his own instinct? what a comedic concept, and yet, allies allow for it. )
despite this, natural had always been viewed as quite the anomaly inside the polished stone walls of the castle; rumors spread like the wildfires he’s said to be able to control, the epitome of uncertainty in the villagers’ minds. his hair was unnatural, even for their standards, his manner of speech incredibly verbose…the question often raised was along the lines of ‘is he human, or something more?’ – not as though he’d know, for his family is long gone.
upon hearing of his friend’s arrival, his expression of confusion is swapped with one of cheer; they always had quite the calming presence, if his mental analysis of them was correct. lacing up darkened leather boots and placing his books down- organizing them would have to wait, no matter how much it tugged at his slightly absent thoughts- n practically appeared outside in a matter of seconds, with hair wildly strewn about, in a daze of sorts.
“good afternoon. i apologize for not arriving to greet you sooner- i was simply lost in the most unthinkable of plots. your journey did not trouble you, did it?” ever the polite one, natural sets a ‘reminder’ of a sort in his mind to speak about more trivial matters at some point; a good conversation is what builds bonds the most, he’s been taught.
Apath expected to see him in the few moments before he arrived, a wide smile blooming in the place of happy anticipation. Should it not be considered improper, they likely would have swept the other up into their arms for a hug--but they were not within their own borders, now. Their people had grown used to their antics over the years, N’s had a long while yet to deal with their randomly occurring presence.
They wouldn’t put N in any sort of uncomfortable situation. Goodness knows how much people liked to gossip as it is.
Instead, they eagerly took up one of his hands, clasping it as warmly as they could with both of their own without bordering on anything questionable. Apath would steal a hug as soon as they had some privacy. But for now, they had a question to reply to, hands dropping his own to take to moving.
[ GOOD AFTERNOON, MY FRIEND. ] [ DON’T APOLOGIZE, IT’S FINE. ] [ NO TROUBLE, ONLY SORE. ]
And it was true enough. Any sort of long distance could get wearisome for even the most wayfaring of travelers, something Apath had come to learn over the years--though it meant that the ache in their limbs was already familiar enough to them to not pose any true hindrance.
Humming, they would shirk off societal expectations long enough to lope one of their arms through one of N’s own, the smile from earlier now a vibrant grin. This much should be fine, right? It was well known that Apath was the touchy-feely sort, anyways.
