moonlit.

𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘.

[volarent]

this blog is being archived. a select few muses are going to be available on a new multifandom blog, but i won’t revealing where i am until the volume is finished. if you’d like to know feel free to hop into my IMs. ✌🏽

[ephmrele]

[ephmrele]

@mosaiqk​.

            dreams were cheap for people like her. they weren’t even worth loose change that drop from pockets to make music against cobblestone. everyone was dreaming , caught up in the intangible visions within their minds that life left them &. death came to nestle in cavity behind ribs. ———  this woman kept staring at her like she was actually this princess. she’d nip this quick. someone had once told the adoption home this but then they had met her … tried to drag her off to some ‘ acting house. ‘ despite her lack of education she knew where they were trying to take her to. their slithery grins were enough of a tell.  it was how she had earned the scar. man brought out a blade to threaten her with &. he ended up screaming because she bit into his arm. then … the gig was up. 

            she was an unruly rabble - rouser , much too ill - mannered to be a born &. bred royal. no one asked her again , the owner hushed those voices with the gruesome recollection of that tale. she maintained a life of being the undesired.  ———  not that she minded. snow had the freedom to do whatever from exploring the grounds to reading. determined fire stung her nerves. how she wanted to be something beyond … an orphan … to a person that had a last name. had a home. had a life. a cheap dream. yet the words that followed contradicted that foolish hope. defenses built thick , no villains could not slip past her barricades without her knowing.

            ❛     am i not enough as i am ?     ❜ she spat back in retort. hand tapped her chest ( more like thumped ) , passion enraging the ballroom with no longer dreamy ghosts dancing but an audience of listeners , ❛     i might be an orphan but i don’t need a last name to fulfill me.     ❜ from one of the etiquette books that the orphanage passed out like bibles , she held the edges of skirts bowing her spine forward to do a perfect curtsy.  as she rose , a tremor went through her system. overcome by the chill of the storm outside. ❛     if you have nothing else to say , just leave me be. i wanted warmth from the storm. i’ll leave in the morning.     ❜ her weak deposition showed , fingers &. toes almost frostbitten from traversing over hills looking for a tiny piece of solace from bellowing winds.

‘   who doesn’t want to be more ?   ’   blake challenged, faunus side stepping to briefly block snow’s path to the nearest entrance. even standing in front of her was starting to bring a cacophony of memories to the front of the felid’s mind. once upon a time, this very ballroom had been alight with the silver gleam of chandeliers, and foods blake had only had the daring luck to steal from time to time. caught once in the palace kitchens, and she would have had her hands sliced for her insolence. she had stared upon the princess with the same adoring gaze as all who’d come to see her, the prettiest crown jewel that the young girl had ever seen. a young crush had blossomed from observing the princess sneak into the kitchens just to breath in the scent of morning pastries, listening to her heart song filter through the snow - dusted gardens. blake had nearly sacrificed herself to save the princess from the evil hand of her attacker, the evil sorceress salem, but the question on whether the princess had survived had plagued her for years. through look alike after look alike, fake upon fake, her life had become a mission to satiate her curiosity.

‘   we have warmth, and a destination. where will you go after this ? to toil away in a place your matron chose for you just so you can survive ?   ’   blake had known the orphan houses in mantle were difficult places, churning out many a beaten soul with no fire in their hearts. she could see, at the very least that this prospect hadn’t crushed snow’s spirits yet. blake turned to her companion, tail flicking excitedly behind her as sun clumsily handed three air ship tickets to anima, and then they would travel across mistral to reach vale by boat.   ‘   what could be awaiting you in vale is a place where you belong, or — ? can you remember where you came from ? how do you know you aren’t the lost princess ???   ’   blake leant against sun casually, returning the tickets to the pack on his person, and waving him off when he reminded her that their flight would leave soon if they didn’t hurry.   ‘   say you aren’t the princess, lady winter will know right away, and then it will be an honest mistake. we leave for anima in the morning ... so we don’t have much time for you to deliberate wasting this opportunity.   ’

[ephmrele]

wip! blake’s halloween costume / some of you knew this was coming.

listen, blake and celty would vibe.

[ephmrele]

... tattoo artist blake .. still something i wanna draw.

[noisylovepatrol]

Celty Sturluson - The Headless Rider

[ahokassan]

you can’t stop me from making a drrr print in 2019, i am inevitable

[ephmrele]

i’ve been daydreaming about the modern au i had where blake’s a mechanic because it suits that wanderlust thematic i have for her and she’s regularly walking around in celty-esque garb like ... i want to draw that.

[ephmrele]

#lotusesque.

     eyebrows rose in surprise as something dropped down in front of him, and he glanced up from his book a little worriedly. upon realizing it was a purposeful landing, by none other than the graceful blake seoni, rèn relaxed back against the tree trunk to which he was sitting. he watched her lips turn up in amused curiosity before meeting her gaze, and then shrugged shoulders, cocking one brow with a bit of a playful smile. ‘truth be told,’ he responded carefully, ‘i hadn’t really been listening when it was brought up — but it was a good excuse to not actually interact with people while i finished the final chapter of this book.’ glancing around the setting they’d met in, rèn pursed his lips. ‘then again, climbing into a tree to get some time to myself does seem a little overkill.’

     closing his book, so as to express that he wasn’t bothered by her presence, he pulled one leg up, hugging his knee to his chest and cocking his head. ‘have you been hiding this whole time? that was …’ lotus checked his scroll, ‘about four and a half hours ago.’

‘   i tried to do the same thing, but my attempts weren’t as uneventful as yours.   ’   a tired smile, something like a laugh gracing the edge of her words. exasperated amusement perhaps. while she did appreciate her teammates and could participate in their games from time to time the exhaustion of living with three other people twenty four seven tended to grate on her.

while she and ren didn’t necessarily talk a lot, they did tend to gravitate towards one another when their teammates were being too boisterous. felid blinked once, twice, before mirroring the lotus’ expression in turn. she hadn’t realised until that point how handsome he looked when he smiled.   ‘   sun and neptune found my hiding spot and wanted to share, but i didn’t want to lose because of their noise.   ruby almost caught me, and outrunning her was very difficult.   ’

[mosaiqk]

she’s just going to lay her head in weiss’ lap and curl up for a while. - @ephmrele​ , unprompted. always accepting. 

            idleness swept over both of them. breeze slipped through window &. clung to their forms. it sifted over skin , cooling them from the heat of the sun. she read , words falling from lips , like sweet honeysuckle. they strung together to meld into a melodious beat. she read poetry. romantic , soft under her breath to the maiden beside her which was the moon to her starry night. spine leaned forward to let her take a sip of water before she took her comfortable position again. belladonna moved her head to set it upon weiss’ lap. hair , like ink spilled from the crown of her head across fabric &. bare skin. blush grew upon freckle dusted cheeks , mouth agape stopped mid - stanza.  ———  how many words &. sounds could be combined to move hearts &. capture life but none could possibly come close to this moment. the soul preened for time to cease its beating so she could stay in this present that was soon to be a memory.

            but alas , time stood for no one but itself. soft whispered lines began once more , fingers turned the pages crusted with age. oh , all the words she could say would fall short on how much she cared for the girl of midnight &. shadows. digits brushed through strands. dual blues skimmed over text &. she stopped before she stared at the girl curled into her lap so close to her own heart which beat true. ❛     love is but a fount , &. i am overflowing into your’s , sweet lune.     ❜ careful , she shrugged off the linen throw to veil her companion.  dusted lids grew heavy as she read on until the enticement of dreams was too great. book fell to the side as sonnets of romance filled every inch of her mind. her beloved ,  within physical reach , piano fingers laying upon her shoulder. 

[timhortons]

I think I'm falling for you😳

get up

[artbyfuji]

old but here’s a chat noir blake lol

[hadesisqueer]

Blake: I swing both ways.

Blake: Violently. With Gambol Shroud.

Blake: Come get some, motherfuckers.

[draguness-m]

@volarent​  said  :   ( from blake. ) belladonna’s lithe form made little to no noise as she pulled herself atop yang’s bunk. she wordlessly places herself in between the wall and yang, quiet little sniffs the only source of her distress post nightmare as she lifts dragoness’ arm and curled back against her, draping it back over her own shoulder.

      sleep  is  no  longer  something  handed  out  to  them  these  days  ;  it  has  become  a  luxury  that  yang  &.  the  rest  of  her  team  take  whenever  they  can  get  it  ,  no  matter  where  they  may  be.  perhaps  it  is  selfish  to  turn  ones  back  on  things  for  a  few  solemn  hours  rest  ,  especially  when  nothing  is  stopping  in  their  favour   &.  could  explode  in  their  faces  at  any  given  moment  ,  but  how  is  anyone  supposed  to  fight when  they  can  barely  keep  their  lids  open   ?   it ‘ s  just  not  possible  ,  therefore  the  solace  of  a  warm  bed  is  greatly  appreciated  once  introduced  to  the  academy ‘ s  dorms.  it ‘ s …  nothing  compared  to  her  bed  at  home  ,  truthfully  ;  a  little  colder   &.  louder  ,  though  dragoness  is  quick  to  adjust  regardless.  she ‘ ll  take  it  wherever  she  can  get  it  these  days  ,  even  when  it ‘ s  spotty  &.  horrifically  plagued  by  nightmares  &.  night  terrors  that  leave  her  jolting  awake  off  &.  on.  just  like  now.  as  lavender  hue  snap  open  ,  there ‘ s  a  gasp  of  a  breath  ,  sharp  &.  near  painful  as  though  someone  had  just  twisted  a  knife  right  into  gut.  bloodied  muscle  hammers  away  in  ribcage  ,  threatening  to  burst  at  any  given  moment.  it ‘ s  that  same  dream  again  ,  the  one  she  always  has  &.  has  only  amplified  after  ,  well  ,  his  death   :   siren ‘ s  blaring  ,  drowning  out  everything  around  her  ,  pitch  black  save  for  ominous  neon  red  standing  in  the  very  center  of  invisible  chaos.  blake  is  nowhere  to  be  found  this  time  &.  the  moment  yang  readies  to  defend  herself  ,  crimson  whirls  in  her  face  &.  the  scene  ends.  a  terrifying  scenario  &.  though  ,  even  though  gold  dragon  knows  adam  is  never  coming  back  ,  she  felt  his  pulse  wither  on  fingertips  ,  remember   ?  but i ‘ d  do  it  all  over  again  if  i  had  to.  anything  for  you  ,  my  moon.

      inhale  ,  exhale.  heavy  as  though  to  calm  frazzled  nerves.  when  her  senses  come  to  ,  yang  is  met  with  familiar  warmth  ,  though  of  the  trembling  kind  similar  to  her  own.  faunus  night  vision  paints  blake ‘ s  forme  perfectly  ,  can  recognize  felid ‘ s  own  internal  turmoil  like  the  plates  of  prosthetic.  it  really  hurts  to  see  blake  so  shaken  like  this  ,  makes  yang  wonder  if  they  share  the  same  nightmare  ,  but  it ‘ s  over  now.  &.  they  have  each  other  to  fall  back  on  when  nights  become  sleepless.  albeit  silent  ,  not  yet  deciding  to  grace  belladonna ‘ s  audits  with  gentle  whispers  ,  the  way  build  conforms  to  blake ‘ s  shall  speak  volumes  for  her.  dragoness  tightens  embrace  ,  becoming  a  figurative  big  spoon  in  this  close  spaced  cuddle.   ❝  you  ,  too  ,  huh  ? ❞  ultimately  whispers  ,  just  enough  for  partner  to  hear  as  she  slots  golden  countenance  to  blake ‘ s  shoulder.  she ‘ s  so  strong.  stronger  than  anyone  yang  has  ever  met  before  ,  in  this  life  or  last.  she  admires  nyx  chosen  for  that  more  than  words  could  ever  express   ,  wishes  to  hold  her  up  to  the  stars  &.  boast  of  her  glory  for  every  god  or  comet  to listen  to  like  her  very  life  depends  on  it.  hands  reach  for  blake ‘ s  own  &.  she  laces  their  fingers  tightly  together  ,  thumb  rubbing  soothing  circles  o ‘ er  a  knuckle.   ❝  i ‘ m  here  ,  i ‘ m  here …  ❞

[ephmrele]

@sunscathing​.

      the  desire  for  answers  is  bright  ,  it  burns  hotter  than  a  star  on  the  verge  of  collapsing  &.  in  a  way  ,  perhaps  yang  is  that  star  in  this  very  moment.  maybe  she  will  combust  into  naught  but  stardust  should  she  allow  to  brush  this  off  for  any  longer  ,  let  it  eat  her  alive  &.  spit  her  out  in  blake ‘ s  private  favour.  she ‘ s  like  a  dangerous  flower ,  nightshade  is  ;  someone  so  enticing  ,  yet  all  over  her  body  are  thorns  meant  to  push  those  who  linger  too  close  away  ,  allowing  them  to  only  see  beauty  of  petals  before  wilting  &.  becoming  a  fleeting  memory.  a  memory  of  ‘  what  ifs  ‘   &.   unfathomable  desire  to  come  closer  upon  seeing  her  once  more.  after  so  long.  yang  would  be  lying  to  say  such  a  confrontation  didn ‘ t  put  a  dent  in  her  blissful  pride.  dragoness  was  more  than  content  with  simply  playing  along  with  this  false  narrative  she  &.  blake  silently  agreed  on  ,  to  continue  on  &.  act  as  though  they ‘ d  never  seen  each  other  until  beacon  ,  but  it ‘ s  so  tiring.  it ‘ s  annoying.  how  can  i  think  of  anything  less  when  i  look  into  those  golden  eyes   ?   they ‘ re  too  old  for  these  games  ,  too  mature  to  step  around  the  obvious  issue  at  hand  like  that  would  ever  make  it  go  away.  not  these  memories.  not  of  blake.

      only  reaction  to  door  slamming  will  be  a  roll  of  lavender  hue  in  sockets  as  xiao  long  hops  up  on  desk  ,  sitting with  legs  crossed  &.  facing  directly  at  blake  so  nothing  more  may  be  hidden.  she ‘ s  worried  someone  may  come  running  &.  knocking  ,  that  slam  was  pretty  loud  after  all  ,  but  it ‘ s  a  concern  yang  quickly  discards.  it ‘ s  not  important  right  now.    ❝  we ‘ re  gonna  forget  about  torchwick  for  a  bit  ,  okay   ?  ❞  she  speaks  softly  ,  on  the  foundation  of  expelled  breath  through  nose.  inhale  ,  exhale.  calming  nerves  before  inevitable  spat.  gaze  casts  downward  ,  to  wooden  table  top.   ❝  y ‘ know  ,  i  couldn ‘ t  really  settle  down  before  beacon.  always  lookin’  for  the  next  adventure  wherever  i  could  find  it  ,  especially  in  clubs.  it …  was  easy  to  hook  up  with  people  for  the  thrill  ,  ‘ cause  i  knew  i ‘ d  never  see  or  have ‘ ta  deal  with  them  when  morning  came  around.  ❞   huff.  she ‘ s  not  proud  of  this  ,  never  will  be.  there  could  have  been  better  ways  of  spending  her  nights  ,   of  getting  the  thrill  she  so  desired  ,  but  if  she  hadn ‘ t  ,  then  yang  never  would  have  remembered  the  velveteen  ears  atop  blake ‘ s  head  ,  the  way  smooth  timbre  pierces  straight  into  soul  like  no  other.  there ‘ s  no  forgetting  you  ,  no  matter  how  hard  i  try.   ❝  but  then  –  one  girl  stood  out  to  me  more  than  anyone  ,  jus ‘  like  now.  she  was  gorgeous  :  real  pretty  eyes  ,  soft  hair  …  ‘ an  her  touch  sent  my  mind  to  space.  ❞  gritting  of  teeth.  gold  dragon ‘ s  stare  flits  up  to  meet  blake ‘ s  narrowing  hue  ,  brow  quirked.   ❝  …  if  you  think  i  could  forget  that  ,  blake  ,  then  you ‘ re  wrong.  i ‘ m  not  just  another  memory  for  you  to  forget  about.  ❞

were they really too mature for games like these ones ? it felt like it, sometimes. blake had spent most of her life acting older than she truly was. she’d once thought that it wasn’t a facade, that she truly felt older because that’s what she had to be for the people around her. she had asked for this life, hadn’t she ? blake had been the one far too eager to grow up and make a change in the world. perhaps that was why beacon made her feel so childish, finally amidst people her own age but most without the weight of worlds on their shoulders yet. some of them were so carefree, so cheerful and friendly. maybe they hadn’t wished to grow up so fast, and so life hadn’t yet sunk it’s claws into pure, innocent flesh. running away from her problems was blake’s specialty, it’s personally no surprise to her that she was avoiding a scolding like a little girl caught drawing on the walls.

‘   forget about torchwick   —   ?   are you crazy   ?   ’   an immediate, venomous attack wrought from spite and paranoia. who sounded more ill out of both of them ? one tired smear of of blake’s hands across her eyes would reveal the relentless exhausting within them. nightshade had had been the one darting at her own shadows, hearing whispers that weren’t there, losing control over her own pieces of wispy aura. had it not been yang, and the incandescence of the phoenix’s presence stopping those ghastly figures in the corners of her vision, she might not be able to concentrate. but as much as being around another person helped, felid showed no gratitude, only scathing rhetoric when talked through the night they found one another. she understood, and perhaps that was why yang followed her lead when blake avoided acknowledging what happened between them. one night stands were not meant to be complicated things.

she was gorgeous. oh blake was used to ensnaring poor victims within satin embrace, only to leave before the first rays of light could grace the rumpled sheets. flattery, as it was, made her more irritable for some reason, golden hue turning to bright - eyed slits as bronzed tiers parted in something just shy of a hiss.   ‘   then what do you want me to do about it   ?   ’   oh ... she had never wanted to be a cruel person, but a life so drenched in blood could do cruel things to a girl.   ‘   what do you want me to say   ?   how do you want me to act   ?   ’   what was this ? o, villainous spite. it struck her like she’d been slammed into a wall of ice, feeling the chilling embrace of clarity. what else could beastial girl do but to push her away ? many had set their sites on nightshade only to drag behind them a broken heart. what made yang any different ? and still, she found herself softening her tone, shifting to the petal soft velveteen of pretty, poisonoius moonflowers as he voice became gentle, and consoling.

‘   i have other things to focus on besides what you were to me for one night.   you are my teammate, yang, and i care about you   ...    but right now, i can’t afford to be anything more than that.   ’

[ephmrele]

          ‘   i think you can learn a lot about a person by asking them how they feel about twilight.   ’     /     open.

[starlitmemes]

A series of headcanon asks to delve more in-depth with what makes the muses tick! Questions range from the obscure to the obvious so as to dig further into a muse’s life and habits.

Be sure to specify muses for multi-muse blogs!

Coral Fragments: How well does your muse deal with stress? Do they do anything in particular to help them deal with it, and if so what do they do? 

Rosy Fog: What are their immediate views on romantic love?

Rosy Haze: Do they react well when they develop feelings for someone and if not why?

Rosy Touch: How do they show affection nonverbally? Are they likely to show affection with their words as well?

Apatite Chatter: Are they the friendly sort or do they prefer to let others start off interactions with them?

Apatite Tic: Does your muse have any sort of verbal tics or impediments?

Garnet Shadows: Is your muse apt to stab someone in the back in any way? If so, would they admit to doing so or would they lie to cover it up?

Garnet Shine: How devoted are they to their loved ones? Would this devotion delve into the obsessive side?

Garnet Core: What sorts of things would they be willing to do for friends? For family? For their significant other(s)?

Amethyst Terrors: Are their nights plagued with past memories or nightmares in general? What do they usually entail if so?

Amethyst Calm: How do they usually sleep, in what position? Do they like plenty of pillows, blankets and/or plush toys?

Makeshift Stone: What does their internet search history usually include? Are there any parts of their searches that they’re embarrassed by?

Cracked Cement: Are they adept at using technology of any kind or do they typically need help with it?

Brickwork Shadows: Is your muse good with their hands, or do they tend to be fairly clumsy?

Sapphire Depths: Do they prefer to think ahead or to leap right in and wing things?

Sapphire Beacon: What kinds of things inspire your muse and does your muse tend to inspire others?

Selenite Pillars: Does your muse think they’re mentally or physically strong? Is this belief true or only something the muse believes to be true?

Aventurine Calling: Do they believe in luck? If so, would they consider themselves lucky or unlucky?

Fluorite Cloud: If they had the opportunity, would they prefer to know what’s going to happen in the future or not? Why?

Fluorite Bearings: How strongly do they listen to their intuition? Is their intuition usually correct or incorrect?

Peridot Ghosts: What kind of things get them frazzled or anxious? Do they tend to handle them well or get swept up in the moment?

Moonstone Luster: Are there are any items they own that have sentimental value to them?

Diamond Kiss: What kind of clothing and accessories do they prefer to wear? Are there are any particular reasons outside of general comfort that they like wearing these?

Coal Dust: Can they withstand manual labor? Do they avoid manual labor as much as possible, and if so, why?

Prehnite Memory: How good is their memory? Has it always been like this or did something happen to make it this way?

Bismuth Hue: Are they sickly or get sick often?

Bismuth Aid: What sort of medication, if any do they have to take, if any? Do they refuse to take it, forget to take it, or do they prefer to keep on it?

Quartz Cluster: What kind of textures (e.g. silky, rough, slick, etc) do they prefer?

Jade Ambition: How ambitious is your muse and what are their current goals? To what ends will they go to to make those wishes a reality?

Jade Gain: How well do they manage their money?

Amazonite Comfort: What sorts of things bring your muse comfort in trying times? Are there any habits they have when things get difficult to help cope?

Amazonite Shade: Are they pessimistic, optimistic or somewhere in the middle? Was there anything that happened to them in their life that caused them to think in this way?

Topaz Storm: Is your muse the creative type in any way? How do they usually express their creativity?

Topaz Tears: Do they have any sort of outlet they use as a means to cope (e.g. writing, drawing, playing music, etc.)? How’d they get into it if they do?

Topaz Calling: Do they have anything that they have natural talent in? If so do they enjoy doing it or is it something they tend to forget about?

Ruby Craze: Are they a passionate person or do they tend to be more down-to-earth?

Ruby Light: Are they the sort to wear their heart on the sleeve? If not, why?

Citrine Focus: Are they able to multi-task or do they prefer to keep at one thing at a time?

Opal Wonder: How big is their imagination? Do they tend to share these ideas or keep them to themselves?

Opal Sky: Do they tend to get lost in their own thoughts/daydreams?