*ALMOST / GHOSTLY.

* these bladers sharper than glass /.

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#DROWNEDHYMNS ────── a highly private and selective MULTI MUSE blog filled with ORIGINAL CHARACTERS and mostly original lore with MIXED MEDIA INFLUENCES. TRIGGERING CONTENT can be found here. GENERALLY LOW TO  MEDIUM ACTIVITY. I do MULTI PARA and NOVELLA length replies but you're never forced to match. PLEASE READ THE RULES FOUND ON THE CARD BEFORE FOLLOWING. MINORS AND PERSONALS DNI. absolved by lapis. 30+, she / they. EST timezone. activity. est. oct '25.

#A STUDY IN the hunger for the life that slipped through your hands before you knew to hold it tighter. the knowledge that vengeance hollows you from the inside until there is nothing left to give. your epitaph worn smooth by rain while the earth forgets the shape of your name. the flood of venom that burns through bone and leaves only silence behind. the prayer answered too late to save anyone. the cathedral of your heart filled with echoes instead of hymns. the unbearable mercy of surviving what was meant to destroy you. the weight of every goodbye stitched beneath your skin. the light that reaches you only after everything worth illuminating has already gone dark.

C A R R D ⚪ P R O M P T S ⚪ O P E N ⚪ C O N N E C T I O N ⚪ D A S H  G A M E S

bleeding hearts together ⸻ @sundersfate @ashencranes @huyaoxiaozi @feilien @generalzelgius @slashcrz / @mysticcls @ignisfate @ptternminds

[kikismemes]

𝓙𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 ー send 📖 for a journal entry my muse wrote about yours.

[bluesolitude]

its gross how much I want to be wanted

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whispers to the dash that you should all come and ship with me and my unstable children

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EDITS OF LIU YIZE 002/???

please do n.ot re.bl.o.g this post but you are free to in.terac.t with it!

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✶  ︵  *  dash  game:  knowing  your  writing  partner  can  potentially  make  writing  together  a  lot  easier!

the basics

name: I go by lapis pronouns: she/they sexuality: gender doesn't matter, personality is everything.

three facts

- I'm a manga collector when it comes to my favorite series. Right now I have the full set of: S.ailor Moo.n (Eternal), Dem.on Sla.yer, Our.an H.igh Sc.hool H.ost Club, He.llsing, Dea.th No.te and I'm wanting to collect J.JK, Inuya.sha, Trini.ty Blood, Blea.ch - I'm a big historical thread kind of person. I love historical and high fantasy so much, which is ironic considering that modern characters have the most spots on my muse list lmao. - I like to send my friends songs that I think fit their character or our ship, you can ask Hex cause she gets the most of them lmao.

roleplay experience

how long: I mean technically I started writing in the Naruto fandom when I was 11 or so and then followed the Bleach fandom not too long after that....so if we consider the time I had 0 business writing then thats what...20 something years? platforms you've used: mys.pace (my first), neope.ts, ga.ia online, faceb.ook, rolepl.ayer.me (which Im surprised is still around), MSN/AIM, vam.pire fre,aks, tum.blr, uh...I think that's it. best experience: I think there was a lot of fun and innocence when i was younger and writing in my favorite anime worlds. I met a lot of people I'm still friends with from back then. Though, I've been writing on Tu.mblr for much longer than anywhere else and I've found so many amazing friends here.

muse preferences

female or male: i prefer to play female muses above all else but that's no surprise to anyone. I feel like I can make amazing and compelling female characters but it's a little harder to make male characters I think are genuinely worth a fuck. The ones I have right now are my exception. fluff, angst, smut: I'm a fan of all of it. Fluff is nice but I do love a good angsty scene because it's fun to see how characters react to these painful situations and how their experiences shape their responses. Smut can be fun depending on the situations, I'm a little more shy about writing it on the dash but I also write it on discord. What's most important is freak4freak, yknow? long or short replies: I prefer longer replies but that's just because I usually have a lot of exposition to get out and it's important to combine that with situational awareness? I think my minimum is 3 paragraphs most of the time but I can write like 7+ if I'm really in the vibes. are you like your muse(s): I think that everyone has a tendency to add parts of themselves into different characters. A lot of the time you're writing from a perspective or emotion that you understand and it presents itself in your muses. So I would say sort of, depending on the character.

tagged by: @ofcloudskies tagging: @sundersfate @ignisfate @feilien @generalzelgius @huyaoxiaozi @ashencranes @nouvelis @slashcrz / @mysticcls @ptternminds @scondstar @lambru @shr1k3s @defiantflames and you !!

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CHARACTER INFORMATION UPDATE

Barbie Yan's fc has changed from Lin Yun (Jelly Lin) to BAO SHANGEN. She has also changed from single ship to MULTISHIP and is NOW OPEN TO SHIPPING if anyone is interested in her.

[ofcloudskies]

𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @drownedichor

nikolai sat stiffly in the observational chair, guarded in the way athletes always are when face-to-face with potentially career-defining failure. frustration first, when it seems a fluke. progressing to debilitating insecurity when the pattern unfolds to indicate otherwise. the only solace he found was in the woman he met once a week for what his coach defined as mindset improvement. he looked her over whenever her eyes were away. she was a comforting tether in the sterile environment they met in. "my dreams have become pretty... strange," nikolai started how he often did, reluctantly. "is that a side effect of these 'treatments?'"

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This wasn't the first time she'd seen him but it felt like every session was something new. The familiar slope of a face and the painful edges of darkness that hint at something more that she cannot pull back from. As if he were a sacrifice to the memories of hers that were tragically empty. It was an unpleasant sensation in most moments but whenever she found herself around him, something in her relaxed. She didn't understand it and she certainly didn't bring it up to him. How many people would feel very confident if the woman handling their memories lacked them, herself?

It's a solemn thought as her fingers are tapping away at her laptop, putting in some notes about the beginning of their session as she always does. Dark eyes only looking up whenever he asks her a question and a slight smile plays against her lips. "It can be a side effect, yeah." She admits as she pulls her fingers away from the laptop and instead gives him all of her attention. Her hands resting on her lap, hidden from view. "Your mind is trying to compensate for the memories that are no longer there.....usually the dreams sort themselves out after a time."

How long? She wonders if he'll ask her that question because she has no real answer to it. "What kind of dreams are you having, Nikolai? Are they upsetting or just unintelligible?" She's curious as to what he sees when he closes his eyes and how deeply it is different of similar to her own vivid dreams?

[ofcloudskies]

"tragic..." he repeats, unable to hide his doubt. minho figured that his breaking would be very much in her boss's best interest and by extension her own. this was their goal after all, right? to send a pretty face to play on his most primal desires and dismantle his will one smile at a time. "i'll be as nice as you allow me to be, maybe even a little more so. i suspect you aren't acting on your own volition right now. and part of me... pities you." minho’s eyes return to hers. frown slowly fades as he regains his grip. "i want us to leave behind the niceties, so we can have a blunt conversation without side-stepping. each question you ask will be answered honestly, if you can do the same for me." his hand retrieves a carton of cigarettes from his inner breast pocket, placing one between his lips and offering one to her. an olive branch made of nicotine.

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Pity. A part of him pities her and it elicits a laugh from her that is as real as it is patronizing. "There's no point in pitying me, Minho." She offers before she's looking down to her manicured fingernails as if they were suddenly the most interesting things that she'd ever seen in her life. "Save it for someone who deserves it, that's not me..." A perfect polish has cracked away with only a single sentiment as she lets the smile fall away from her lips before she finally settles her eyes back on the other's features. A handsome man, which she could appreciate, but perhaps a little too tragic considering he's being brought into this because of his brother.

Something she was supposed to keep secret but isn't it obvious? She'd had no qualms that this man wasn't going to fall for her tricks but that didn't stop them from sending her, did it? That didn't stop them from punishing her when she didn't come back with good information for them. "The good news is that I'm always honest." It might not seem that way but she was. Who could hurt her more than she was already being hurt, after all? "You can decide how much you like that, later." Slender fingers capturing a cigarette and bringing it to her lips.

"I'll even be real generous and let you ask your question first....but remember you said to be honest." She reminds him, that smile winding it's way back to her lips as if it were predatory...which is far from the true. Aphrodite had always been the prey.

[ofcloudskies]

a laugh sounded from bolin’s chest, warm and resonant. it was just his luck that he'd stumble into the presence of someone with a checkered past. at least yize was willing to admit it, which was more than could be said about himself. bolin tuts, “well, i've never met a hardened criminal so... honest." his gaze shifts back to the other, brown eyes lively. there's a comfort to be found here, as strange as that was. the solace that could only come with knowing you've found another who's held violence like a shield. other students from his university were all normal. stable. their sole concern was whether they could afford the latest phone model and concert tickets. many had families with names on buildings and donors for swanky galas. their issues made for riveting yet palpable college entry letters, leaving their struggles as a footnote along the margins. while bolin's never quite left. "eh, she's not my type." yize's accusation was right, though bolin had never given her more than basic friendliness. "don't feel too guilty. i can smooth things over with her later...” bolin gently pressed the chilly tea bottle to yize's cheek, where a bruise was beginning to bloom. "what'd you do to get locked up, anyways? and don't lie, or it'll be awkward when i look you up later and call your bluff."

[drownedhymns]

The sound of the scoff on his lips is as sudden as it is sharp. Though, he supposes he technically is a hardened criminal at this point. He had gone to jail, more than most people would say, but he also was in there for something that he didn't do so he wonders if that counts. The worst thing is that people judged him without really getting to know him as a fighter who didn't know how to pull back and who almost killed someone with his flared temper. A temper that he did not really possess. He just wanted to keep his head down and get through life without too many more problems than he already had. "Most criminals are pretty boastful...maybe I've just been around more than you."

Not a revolutionary thought, that much is for sure.

What was the oddest part of this entire interaction was that the other seemed somewhat pleased to know these things about him. It made Yize eye him up and down when he thought the other wasn't looking in an attempt to gauge him. He seemed to friendly and outgoing to really be in the same circles as him but it wasn't impossible. He hadn't been in those places in quite some time, had he? He was a handsome man with a good personality, he thinks, maybe that's just what is coloring his view. If he was objective, what would he think of Bolin?

"Not your type..." He reiterates, flinching slightly at the cold drink as it's pressed to his face. It's a momentary reaction but he eventually holds the bottle to his own face so the other didn't have to waste his time. "Now I'm curious about what your type is....most people wouldn't pass over such obvious interest." He's curious but the question is probably rude.....probably. That didn't stop him from asking it, did it? "Ah well..." His eyes are glued forwards, not looking at him. "If you look me up it'll say I beat the shit out of some rich kid and put him in a coma and that his dad wasn't pleased."

There's no point in lying, it's easy to look up. It's not what happened though. "If you ask me....I was framed for something I didn't do cause the culprit was the son of the....group I was in." Group, a tame version of mafia. He was going to scare this guy away.

[ofcloudskies]

"aaaah, so you're trying to protect me?" bolin hums, amused. there was always this current of affection present. whatever the original bolin had felt towards yize had become twisted, corrupted by the new mind that inhabited his body. simply the mention of sharp edges brought a grin. what type of devotion was greater than bearing the pain of being close to something dangerous? he hoped yize would feel the same. "well, being without you is no fun. i don't like it, makes me feel... sick." human emotions were strange to him. there were so many small nuances that made all the difference, and most felt completely overwhelming when they involved yize. bolin leans in too close, silver dog tags dangling from his neck in the little space between them. "broken or not, i like you—the way you are, the way you feel. your sharp edges are nice, even if they cut me."

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He does not agree with, nor does he deny, the thought that he was trying to protect Bolin....because wasn't it so obvious? He was unable to stay away from the other no matter the circumstance and that, alone, felt as if he was dragging the other into a deeper and darker part of his soul that he tried desperately to hide from prying eyes. Yize was gentle in the way of a predator who was allowing a favorite in their general vicinity because they desired the closeness...but there was still something unsavory that was shoved aside.

If he were to ever hurt the other, he could not forgive himself. Even if this person in front of him was....not the same Bolin that he had known for such a long time. The face and the voice was the same but the mannerisms were always just a tad bit off, a second too late from a normal person. It wasn't as if he were trying to ignore it, either. It was front in center in a way that could not be ignored but there was still so much affection at the center of these interactions that he was not strong enough to denounce.

Yize was an idiot, after all.

Because there was some kind of hope and longing when he says that being without him made him feel sick. "I..." he starts and then stops, hazel hues glued to the man in front of him as he leaned in closer. As if the gap between them did not exist in the admittance of their feelings. "I....don't think I can live without you." His words a pathetic whisper, swallowed down thickly. "I tried but....I can't. Even if I hurt you....I want you to stay...I think that's the biggest problem."

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drownedichor changed to drownedhymns

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EDITS OF EMILIE MERCIER 001/???

please do n.ot re.bl.o.g this post but you are free to in.terac.t with it!

[drownedhymns]

I've done 9 starters so I'm feeling accomplished...this is the most I've written in what feels like years. I'm gonna take a little break for a bit but I'll be back to finish out more starters and some replies from a few people. also...I'm definitely gonna end up adding yuxi as a morally ambiguous villain so look forward to that.

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"I feel like we're seeing each other way too much these days." The words are bitter on his tongue as he says them, eyes looking the other up and down as if trying to see if there was any outward damage to them. He'd made it known that he isn't some kind of taxi service the last time they'd called him for a ride from one of these less than savory places but that didn't actually stop him from showing up each and every time.

He didn't actually want anything bad to happen to them and if they were calling him then....clearly they needed something, right? "Do you not have any other friends or do you just enjoy dragging me out of the house..?" Not like he was really doing anything at the time anyway, just watching some lame movie because the silence in his house was growing a tad bit too loud for his liking. After all, he hated being alone where all he could do is drown in memories and doubt.

"...." He stays silent for a moment before he reaches out with his hand, offering to help them up from where they are. "You didn't get hurt or anything...right...?"

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"Oh yeah...it was a gift that I got recently." Her words are extremely distant and noncommittal as if she had no real attachment to the things that she is saying. She doesn't really care much for the things she's given unless it's straight cash but she doesn't say that out loud. Instead she focuses on pushing her hair back from her face with a little headband so she can start putting foundation on her face. "If you want it, you can have it. I don't really have a need for it." And that was true. Except for the things that helped her look a little more high end and professional, she didn't care much for the rest of it.

Besides, the person who gave it to her was weird anyway. Dark hues move away from her little vanity mirror and settle back on the other. "Actually, if you want to go through my stuff and find something you like you can. I've got a lot of stuff I don't do anything with." A shrug of her shoulders follows her words. As long as it was getting some kind of use, it would be fine. Better than sitting around her room and collecting dust. It was almost surprising how many of these men gifted her things that were directly different from her likes, which she often talks about.

Or, maybe it wasn't surprising if you really thought about it. A lot of them wanted the idea of a pretty woman on their arm to make their friends jealous. It was more complicated if they gained feelings from whatever persona she put on for them. She usually ended it right after she realized it was happening.

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Oceanic hues settle on the familiar face in front of her without any real fuss.

The edges of sharp nails tapping on the table as the drink in front of her lies forgotten to the side. Bella was quite interesting for a mortal, she thinks. There is something so chaotic in the energy that she presents despite the clear anxiety that she suffers from. Emilie had been watching her for quite some time, after all. Not because she had any ulterior motives because she thought that this little human in front of her had so much potential for chaos.

Besides, which Toreador could deny beauty when it was so clearly placed before her?

She was often obsessed with these things for a period of time and, unfortunately for Bella, it just happened that she was her flavor for the last few months. She liked to pick her brain, to listen to what she used to justify her own opinions, because youth was wasted on Emilie. She'd been around for hundreds of years now, things could get monotonous if you didn't learn to create your own fun in life.

"You know....I still think vampire life would suit you." She offers in a purr, head tilting to the side so that brown locks would tumble over her shoulder. It was all calculated, the beauty that she used for her advantage and the way her words slipped from her lips. "If you can forgo your humanity and the care you have for mortality and it's creatures....they all start to blur together after a handful of decades anyway."

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