⟡. #DIVINAFATUM — a private multimuse blog ✧ selective | mutuals only | rarely follows first ✧ oc, multi, & crossover friendly ✧ personal blogs & minors do not interact ✧ written by pix(ie) ✧ ft. canon-compliant, canon-div, & hc-based portrayals from various media.
gathering of crows. bunny, alex ( sb )
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low with sporadic high bursts. semi-hiatus until june.
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PROMPTS. / ART TAG.
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due to mature themes this blog is 21+ only. heavily mature & triggering content such as. fictional politics, war, violence, death, past & present trauma, suicidal ideation & more are prevalent. FOLLOW AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
01. WRITING STYLE. i generally write anywhere between 400 & 2000 words in a reply. no need to match my length, just give me something to work with. although my writing style is relatively flexible — one-liners / one-paragraph writing is not my primary focus, but i can mirror writing length.
02. FOLLOWING. i do NOT follow for follow. if i have no interest in writing with you, i will soft block; it's not personal. likewise, please don't follow me if you have no interest in interacting.
03. PROMPTS. feel free to send in any prompts i reblog. SPECIFY MUSE or i will delete your ask.
04. PLOTTING. i personally don't mind winging it or plotting. but if you ask me to plot, please know EXACTLY which muse you're wanting to write with. i don't enjoy picking for people & it's hard for me to plot if i don't know what i'm plotting for. so, please. just have a muse / muses in mind before you approach me to plot. i personally don't want to throw out ideas for muses you aren't interested in, effectively wasting both of our time.
05. MUSES. muses who are MINORS will never be involved in mature content / themes / writing on this blog. respect this or i will block.
06. SHIPPING. i am generally open-minded with ships, but i operate on chemistry in writing. i prefer to have at least one thread going before discussing shipping to test writing chem. — if we've spoken extensively ooc, you can ignore this rule & send prompts in, but if you're still unsure, just ask!
what i draw on my blog is purely for myself. i will NEVER try to pressure someone into a ship because of the art i put on my space. & likewise, just because i enjoy a specific dynamic, that does not mean i will want to ship right off the bat.
07. NSFW. i will not write NSFW unless i am comfortable with the writer — build-up scenes are fine . ( nsfw tag: "nsft /" )
08. COMMUNICATION. communicate with me peacefully, please — don't be passive-aggressive. i am always happy to talk things out, but i am autistic, so tone is difficult for me in text sometimes. you are not required to talk to me every day just because we are writing together, i am very chill & lowkey about this.
09. REPLIES. this is a — LOW ACTIVITY blog. please do not pressure me for replies; i will get to them when i can. i am very slow, i am sorry for this. not to mention work & other hobbies.
10. FORMATTING. i do not use icons — please be understanding. i use minimal formatting with italics & bold.
11. CONTENT. this blog will not shy away from dark themes or mature content. everything will be tagged accordingly. ( ex: "blood cw" ) — expected content on this blog is fictional politics, war, violence, death, past & present trauma, suicidal ideation & more are prevalent — i will not water down my muses in writing, so feel free to block a specific muse tag or basic 'cw' tags.
disclaimer. my characters are meant to be multifaceted, showing both darker & softer sides as their stories demand. i’m not defending their actions; i will explore the influences behind them in writing. if you’re uncomfortable with this approach, i kindly ask that you don’t follow me. i do not want to be criticized for giving my muses depth to avoid flat portrayals.
12. HEADCANONS. i will never force my headcanons of characters onto other portrayals / writers. likewise, i expect the same respect to be given to my own. don't force your headcanons onto my portrayals without discussing it with me prior.
13. WRITER. pix, she/they, 27 — please be 21+ if you're going to write with me for comfort purposes. i am not looking to interact with people younger than that.
14. DNI & DRAMA. if we're writing & you want to softblock / hardblock me because of who i'm talking to, that's fine. curate your space as you need, i encourage it & understand the position you'd be in.
i'm unaware of any pre-existing drama. if it's someone genuinely problematic, then feel free to inform me with receipts. if it is a personal issue with someone, then take the action you deem the most appropriate for your comfort.
i am call-out neutral. as far as i am aware, i do not follow nor interact with anyone genuinely problematic. but i will miss things, so as i said, feel free to give me a poke if you notice.
hello, i am here to give an update. i will be heading home tomorrow and back to my regularly scheduled posting when i have the opportunity. there's a lot going on in the next six months, including having to pack to move. so i will, of course, continue pushing everything to my queue.
but i can assure you all that i am still alive ( & have been dying to the heatwave, thank you ).
still packing up my entire life to move. the moving date was pushed up to aug-sept, so i've been extremely busy & tired with little energy to write. ;;; once i am moved into my new place and settled, i will return to give another update + tackle things on this blog.
hello, i am here to give an update. i will be heading home tomorrow and back to my regularly scheduled posting when i have the opportunity. there's a lot going on in the next six months, including having to pack to move. so i will, of course, continue pushing everything to my queue.
but i can assure you all that i am still alive ( & have been dying to the heatwave, thank you ).
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i fear i will not actually paste 100 sunflowers, so we're going to have to pretend there are 100 as a class. BUT I MISS YOU. I'LL BE BACK SOON WHEN THE WEATHER COOLS OFF, I SWEAR.
i am so sorry for not being around. life has been kinda crazy recently, but i will be writing this week once things settle down. i was out all day today.
Oh, if Bel has been watching Lucanis make coffee then there's hope it'll be amazing. Of course, Bel is also easily distracted and could accidentally burn it. Maybe between the two of them, they'll get a decent cup of coffee.
Carolina allows Bel to drag her up and out, smiling at her excitement. She's excited about everything, really, but it's just... such a nice change of pace from the crows, where everything is met with suspicion at best and derision at worst. Carolina hadn't realized how much she needed someone like Bel until she'd found her and it had felt like a breath of fresh air.
"We do all go to the cafe. Because the coffee at the casino is terrible." The only people who drink it is the new kids and usually only once. At the mention of Neve's coffee, Carolina grimaces. "Maybe not quite that bad. Although it's close. Teia at least doesn't-" Carolina shudders. "Boil it."
bellara watched people often. people who frolic, people who talk, those whose grins don’t quite reach their eyes, & those with a sadness so profound it was lost in the depths of irises swallowed in tides of nocturne’s gloomy embrace. there is something to be said — to be learned, from those who experienced a life so vastly different from her own. & she has always hungered for knowledge, whether it benefited it or hardened her.
& despite her growing concern for lucanis & his well-being & that of spite too, of course — she has learned much in witnessing his nightly routines to stave off the desire for slumber. learned the patience of grinding coffee beans & steeping. her tastebuds have taken offense to the quality of neve’s coffee, but the wandering jumper couldn’t pretend she didn’t understand the desire of a quick-fix over quality when drowning in piles of parchment & notes & who-knows-what-else.
a chuckle slips out from bellara, the heart rise & fall of her laughter at carolina’s vocalization mirroring the path her thoughts had taken — to neve’s coffee. “ i promise i’m not going to boil your coffee. ”
no maybe. no this time. no promises of a future prank just to watch carolina’s face twist up with disgust. “ i wonder if we have any snacks leftover. i could bake some more — oh, if you don’t mind waiting! i don’t want to keep you if you’re too busy. ”
her hand pressed against the door, pushing it open to be smothered by the warmth of the room. “ i’m really going to miss having an equipped kitchen when i return to my work. not that i mind foraging ! but it’s different, you know. ”
Norrim had gotten word from Teia that the Crows needed help, and... so long as that help did not involve a contract, she was happy to provide. Unfortunately, her baby sister had gotten a bee in her bonnet about helping, and she also wanted to provide aid to the Crows... despite being eleven, untrained, and bad at following instructions. But... if Norrim didn't take her, Ori would find her way through the eluvian on her own, which could be disastrous. Hopefully Teia didn't mind guests.
"Well, I am good at assignments with vague orders."
Norrim couldn't help but return the Talon's smile, and Ori waved, whispering to her older sister about how pretty she was. Once she'd closed the distance between them and reached the desk, Norrim rested her hands at her waist as she tried to read the reports upside-down. At the description of the young Crow, Norrim grinned and laughed, shaking her head.
"I'm flattered. He's... misguided about it, but I'm still flattered. And don't worry, my lips are sealed."
As Teia spoke of the non-assassination work they were doing, Norrim nodded, looking down to the reports.
"Hopefully the Antaam haven't figured out what I look like yet. But whatever you need, I'm here." The mention of her little sister caused her ears to shift, and she looked up to the other end of the table, where her sister had found an assortment of poison ingredients to study.
"Oh, right. Teia, this is my little sister, Ori." She gave her sister a warning look, one that told the girl to behave. "Ori, this is Teia. She's a Talon... a leader among the Crows. I... was hoping she could hang out around here, maybe read Chance's journal. I promise she's... well, she is trouble, but she can entertain herself."
assignments with vague orders were often the best for those with a voracious appetency to act on their caprices. few crows worked with similar quirks in their style, while others were beholden to the laws & rules of their order. if one could call it that. they were more like a ragtag group of misfits thrown together to make a puzzle with mismatched pieces. that never stopped teia, as stubborn as a mule, from attempting to shove whichever pieces were willing to bend together to create a machine that sputtered to work.
but it worked. & what she needed was those willing to accommodate each other & those who could, albeit begrudgingly, work together. she tried not to nitpick the details of it — she would leave that to viago. he always seemed inclined to prattle on about what he disliked more than what he liked. as amusing as it was on a good day, it could also be grating on a bad day.
teia’s smile did not falter despite the trajectory of her thoughts as they spiraled into a voidless pit made of a color so black it could swallow the light from the candles that guttered around her “office”.
“ trouble is always welcome around here; make yourself comfortable, ori. ” she spoke candidly as she regarded the petite girl before her eyes slid back to norrim. “ i must discuss business with your sister. i am sure she will regale you with a dubious recounting of the story later. ”
she gestured vaguely around the room with a sweep of her arm. there was little to do in the space other than drown your mind in a tidal wave of vocabulary well beyond an average child’s reading capability, but it would have to suffice as entertainment. “ my office is as safe as they come, but i would stay out of viago’s space. ”
without offering explanation she waved norrim to the side of her office littered in reports — tattered parchments scattered about a walnut desk pressed against the wall, aged bookcases on both sides, spines worn & new stuffed into the immaculately cleaned shelves. in truth, she loathed picking up a duster, but she kept it as neat as she could for viago’s sake.
“ we’ve noticed the antaam’s movements have changed since the butcher’s death, though we do not know if they intend to stay or flee. we thought it would be easy to chase them out once the leader was dead, but perhaps that was our shortsightedness. it would not be the first time i underestimated an opponent’s stubbornness. ”
going to see what i can get queued up from my drafts today before i leave on the 19th. my presence here will be very hit or miss for the next week while i deal with packing for a month-long trip & the general stress of travel, but once i am settled i will be poking around again and trying to be active in-between doing stuff.
||: i shall be around to do stuff tomorroooww. currently in the midst of making sure i have everything before i am leaving for a month to visit family, among other things.
Wysper blinked a couple of times up at Malevola, lips parting, but no sound emitted from them at first. How... should she answer that question? She had been to an animal clinic before, but it had never been for good reasons, nor did she try to linger if she could help it. On one hand, she didn't want the other hero to think poorly of her, but on the other hand... she felt she wouldn't judge her.
"Depends on what someone is here for. If ya have a hurt animal, it's pretty fast. I've... brought in an animal or two that I've attacked in my other form-- Back before I started working with SDN and Royd made me my ring to control my powers." Eyes flickered down to the ring as she spoke, thumb fiddling with it slightly.
"But if ya are stoppin' by for a zero questions type of help? Ya wait as long as ya need." Prior to SDN and their infirmary, if Wysper got herself hurt, she came to small vet clinics. They didn't ask questions about her injuries... they just helped her out.
Giving her head a small shake, she looked back up at Malevola with a small smile. "For somethin' as small as checking if a cat has a chip? I bet we'll be waitin' at least twenty-five minutes. If I'm wrong, then I'll bake ya up whatever pastry, bread, dessert, or what have you that suits your fancy!"
Wysper wasn't usually a betting woman, but it was something small and silly. Purely a means to pass time and, well, bond with her teammate a little bit. She may only be a sub-in hero, but that didn't mean she couldn't build a rapport with those she worked with on occasion.
to say she understood would be a loose use of the word — so loose, in fact, that she could unravel it like a sailor’s knot. she understood being ostracized. she understood what it meant to feel ashamed of a past stained with sins. but their experiences differed greatly. while malevola hardly looked the part of a human, at least she didn’t have to worry about changing into a creature with an insatiable appetancy for violence. not that she wasn't one already.
her brows furrowed upward as she took in the fiddling of — what she assumed — to be nervous hand-work. it’s true she would never judge wysper for an unjust upbringing, but no amount of time could assist the demonness in comprehending the horrors of living in a body that could not be controlled.
“ hey, ” she gently drops a hand onto wysper’s shoulder, offering a squeeze. “ we’ve all done shit we aren’t proud of, & you have better control now, yeah ? ”
hell, she’s taken killed actual people before in the heat of the moment. & she didn’t save those lives. if you asked her if she regretted it, she'd spit out a resounding "hell no" in the moment. “ glad to know i have a waiting time expert with me though. i’d be at my wit’s end by minute ten not knowing when they’d see us. ”
she pauses, leaning back against the wall she’s taken up & crossing her arms. “ man, i hope i win. a dessert sound so good right now. i might have to ask you for recommendations though. do you have a favorite baked good yourself ? ”
i will be scuttling about in draft today. the weather has been brutal for me the last two days, so i've kinda just been melting even with ac + fan combo.
To explore. Simply put. To find something of use inside. With the hope and intention of discovering magical items, Grimoires, and other treasures that may aide in their quest. Who is she to argue her Mistress’ decisions? “It may have already been ran through, Frieren-sama.” Something they could possibly discover, much to their dismay… and depending on the length of time it would take to explore every nook and cranny as Frieren dedicates herself to do… well, Fern is extremely aware of their rations at present.
“However…” She sighs, unable to argue against that look Frieren wears — as though anxious to clamber their way through and see if something’s waiting just for them. Even if it’s disappointment. The life of an adventuring party. “We very well may find something of use inside… even something to sell. We are running very low on money…”
With that, Fern has given her answer, flanked to Frieren’s side to lead the way. “Do you know of this place, Frieren-sama? You seem…” What’s the word she’s looking for? @divinafatum
“ familiar ? ” frieren turned her head toward fern, a small smile unfurling across her rounded features as sea-foam eyes softened. unfortunately, the dungeon was far from familiar, but she found that most were designed similar enough that she needn’t be confounded by whatever puzzle they came across below. “ i’ve never ventured into this one. ”
a wave of melancholy washed over her features akin to the ocean’s tide beneath the moon on sun-baked shores. in truth, they would likely find nothing beneath the century-old stone & verdant overgrowth spilling dirt onto the floor. even the sound of the flagstones beneath their feet sounded coarse as the soles of her boots slid across the surface, her suitcase bumping against the side of her leg.
“ after enough dungeons, they will all feel the same to you. ” frieren would make a dungeon-diver out of her apprentice yet. it gladdened her to see fern take to spell hunting in the same way that she did. “ perhaps we will find a grimoire that makes pears taste like apples. ”
Sleeping on pelts under the stars reminded Norrim of her brief time with the veil jumpers... perhaps it was fitting, then, that she did so once again with a fellow veil jumper. (Not that Norrim was any good at it: she'd spent her entire life in a city, unaccustomed to the challenges of living in the wilds.) Perhaps it was easier, knowing they'd be going back to cozy lighthouse beds after their trip.
As Bellara spread out her bedroll, she lay on her own, flat on her stomach, her elbows propping up her head. She hummed softly at her friend's reply, her head tilting one way, then another. Bellara was smart, and a bit older than Norrim herself; it made it so she always wanted to hear what Bel had to say, like she always had some insight Norrim hadn't thought of before.
"I think that if you're interested in it, it's worth studying." She paused. "You know, I've heard even the ancient elves thought a lifespan wasn't enough to explore everything."
There was something wistful in her smile, like she couldn't quite imagine what secrets they uncovered... or thought were undiscoverable secrets. What was study like for their ancestors? she wondered. (She had some ideas from her mother's stories, but still... she couldn't experience it herself.)
"Oh, I don't think I'd like that at all!" Norrim shook her head from where it rested in her hands. "If we didn't sleep, then we couldn't dream! And if we couldn't dream, we could only explore the Fade half as much as we do now! I can't imagine a life without that."
eventide’s velvet blanket obscured the canopy of the forest in swathes of indigo & midnight-blue, constellations reflected on the rippling surface of a nearby puddle & in eyes that constantly sought answers in a world full of questions. bellara never had a shortage, credited to her inquisitive nature & desire to explore the unexplored. it always left her heart buoyant to know that her friends would accompany her into those unknowable moments — day after day, night after night.
but she appreciated these moments in the nocturne’s embrace where idle conversation could allow time’s passage to slip by like grains of sand through an hourglass, as the moon continued to crest above them, bathing the area in its silvery luminescence.
a blithe chortle burst forth from bellara’s lips at norrim’s exclamation. “ oh, well, i don’t know about that ! i’ve wandered into the fade plenty by passing through the lighthouse’s barrier. i mean, it’s not safe ! you shouldn’t do that without proper preparation, but there are ways of entering the fade without sleep. ”
besides, she’d point out candidly, every mage knows that where you enter the fade is limited by your surroundings. at some point, she would tire of exploring the same landscape. but only after exhausting every crevice, cairn, and overturned rock. “ i know my lifespan isn’t long enough to explore everything i want to, ” she exhaled heavily, redirecting back to the former topic. “ not that i want to be immortal, of course. i think that's pushing the boundaries of modern magic. ”
& that sounded equally unpleasant if you asked her. forced to watch as the people you love wither away while you continue to live. her eyes softened with melancholy. she has already lost a loved one — twice. she couldn’t bear the grief of losing more to time. “ oh, we should set up wards ! the last thing we want is one of the forest creatures to wander into our campsite while we sleep. ”
