* fate & destiny are no guarantee (...) a private, highly selective & low activity 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪-𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 for canon muses and original characters. # 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒖𝒓, written by 𝑐ℎ𝑙𝑜𝑒, (twenty-five, she/her).
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* fate & destiny are no guarantee (...) a private, highly selective & low activity 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪-𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 for canon muses and original characters. # 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒖𝒓, written by 𝑐ℎ𝑙𝑜𝑒, (twenty-five, she/her).
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hello, since ive forgotten the email to here and tungle mobile wont show me what email it is. ive moved me multi to @excalibiur !! if the damn link works, who knows, i swear this site hates me. and also as a small little hint, dylan has also returned from the war and is over at @praesparo 😏
wait, ive actually forgotten the log in for this account cause tumble forcibly kicked me off on desktop but not my phone but i cant check what email i used on mobile like whomp okay??? Anyway work has been rough but ive got muses swimming in my brain space so what if i remade on a different blog despite having like 4 posts here skfnskfndn
im just squishing her wee face.
@excalibiur : You can laugh if you want to. It's funny, I know.
Kory stares at Dick, glowing eyes wide as she processes what he said — and, as if it came out of nowhere, she starts to laugh. A full belly laugh that makes her hunch over, tears streaming out of her eyes and down her cheeks. “ Oh, X'Hal, I am sorry. That's terribly unfortunate, Dick. I don't think I can say I ever have had — your own sticks hit you in the face? ” She stands up, hands on her hips as she tries to breathe through it. He's probably embarrassed — his face is bright red, which is amusing to her. She should probably tell a similar story to make him feel better, but she doesn't have one. “ Are you okay? It seems everything is okay except for maybe a bruised ego. ” Kory reaches for his face, turning it towards her in the place where he claims to have been hit. “ Would you like me to — is it kiss it better? ”
some training session this turned out to be — more like a complete embarrassment! a simple maneuver, one dick has executed flawlessly in the field countless times, whether against common thugs or so-called gods gone awry. for somehow, here in the tower's training room, he slipped up. the escrima stick was caught a second too late, his balance wavered, and the end of it smacked him clean in the temple. now he understands how those thugs must feel — he almost feels sorry for them. but the real kicker? he hadn't been alone. kory had seen the entire blunder unfold. his cheeks flush a deep red, and in a desperate attempt to diffuse the awkwardness, he encourages her to laugh. she does, but it only deepens his embarrassment.
but her laugh is like a symphony — music to his ears, infectious and bright, just like her. dick can't help but let out a chuckle of his own. ❝ well, i wouldn't recommend it, that's for sure. ❞ he says, rubbing the sore spot of his temple and winching at the touch. yep, definitely going to bruise. but since knocking down criminals before his pre-teens, dick's got an arsenal of excuses at the ready. ❝ but i'll be okay. hey, wait! bruised ego? what ego? ❞ he feigns shock, looking up at her with an exaggerated frown.
the act fades as quickly as it came, melting away with her gentle touch as she tilts his face towards hers. dick tenses, caught off guard. ❝ oh, uh ... yeah, yeah, ❞ he stammers, trying to regain his composure, reconstructing his confident persona even as his heart races behind his ribs. ❝ a kiss would definitely do it. the cure-all. ❞
Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker AHSOKA | 1.05
@satellitewar, ahsoka tano. ❝ we just have to stay strong. ❞ ⁽ ᵍʳᵘᵐᵖʸ ᵛˢ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ ⁾
❝ since when did you become the optimistic one? ❞ the hazy image of anakin skywalker asks, a gentle smile touching his lips towards his former padawan. ❝ you certainly didn't learn that from me. don't tell me obi-wan's teachings actually rubbed off on you. ❞ he laughs then, a warm, full sound that is unmistakably his own. she's grown so much — no longer the young togruta padawan he once knew. and despite everything the galaxy has thrown at her — her exile from the jedi order, the fall of the order, the rise of the empire ... malachor — she had survived it all, as she always did.
he lowers his head, crimson creeping across his cheeks, and takes a hesitant step forward, his foot barely grazing the solid ground. ❝ i'm, uh — ❞ he stammers, nerves tightening in his chest, despite his untrue form. how can he tell her? how does he confess his regrets and open his heart to her? once, he had sworn to protect her, to shield her from harm. ( i would never let anyone hurt you, ahsoka. never. ) yet, it was by his own hand that he betrayed that promise. flashes of clashing lightsabers cloud his memory — a broken mask, a rasping breath. she calls his name, but it was not anakin who answered ...
he swallows hard, his gaze fixed on the space between them. ❝ you were always strong, snips. ❞ he breathes life into her once nickname, ❝ probably the strongest of us all and i know you — and those with you — will continue to carry that strength forward. ❞ he says instead, choosing those words over the tornedo of unspoken feelings buried within and masks over with a soft smile.
The waiting was the worst part. The sitting, the waiting, the listening, the watching, seeing all those other people out there doing things while he did not. Sephiroth was out, of course he was, and so was Angeal. Genesis remained behind for some reason, one Zack didn’t know about — but he had that damn book open. Loveless, he guessed, considering his superior read it so much it looked like the spine was falling apart.
“ Yo, G - dog. ” He shimmies up beside him, arms crossed over his chest. SOLDIER - blue eyes peek at the page, and his suspicions are confirmed. Loveless. “ Man, that book again? ” He throws his arms out, almost like he’s in disbelief. But he’s not. He’d be more surprised if he weren’t reading that same thing. “ There’s gotta be something else. Don’t you have like, a billion other books? ”
@excalibiur : I think the poets might disagree.
“ Okay, well, the poets are boring and so are you right now. ” He sticks his bottom lip out in a pout, head tilting as he looks up at Genesis from his book. “ Don’t you get tired of reading the same thing over and over? Not like it changes. Like, at all. ”
there are no dreams, no honor remains. the arrow has left the bow of the goddess. loveless rests open on his lap, its spine worn and creased from countless readings and then some. his finger hovers at the corner of the page, poised to turn it, when zack's unexpected arrival shatters the fragile silence of the shinra break room. genesis tries to continue as if zack weren't there, but his relentless subordinate knows no off switch. and what did he just call him? g-dog? no, absolutely not — he loathes that. ❝ don't call me that. ❞ he warns, his voice sharp with disapproval, his furrowed gaze never lifting from the page. ❝ and i do, ❞ genesis replies with a hint of resignation. ❝ a billion other copies, in fact. why would i bother to read anything else? ❞
was that the end of it? had his answer been satisfactory enough? genesis clears his throat and turns the page, but the first word barely registers before zack's voice breaks the silence once again. genesis sighs, long and unrestrained. ❝ my apologizes. i was not aware my job description now includes keeping our resident puppy leashed and entertained. is there truly no one else you could be bothering? what of tseng? i hear he's usually free at this hour. ❞ but why was zack even here to being with? genesis wonders. angeal had left hours ago on some important mission, details of which were vague, and it seems zack was just as uniformed — otherwise, he'd surely be right on angeal's heels, as always.
❝ i'm well aware of the lack of change, zack. they haven't released a new edition in half a decade. ❞ genesis remarks with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, as if it were common knowledge. ❝ but it's not about change, it's about understanding the deeper meanings and realizing the possibilities of what could potentially be the missing final act. ❞ of which, genesis has devoted as much of his life too as he had his solider training and career. now, he turns to zack with mako-infused eyes locking onto him, a single brow raised — his interest piqued with talk of his favorite literary work. ❝ tell me, zack the puppy, ❞ he begins, a hint of challenge in his tone. ❝ have you ever read it for yourself? ... or any book, for that matter? ❞
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@eueclid, tifa lockhart. ❝ i didn't mean to talk your ear off. ❞ ⁽ ᵍʳᵘᵐᵖʸ ᵛˢ ˢᵘⁿˢʰⁱⁿᵉ ⁾
as tifa talks about the seventh heaven bar, aerith can't help but smile, her head cradled inside her palms as she listens intently. tifa's vivid descriptions leave little to the imagination, painting a picture far more vibrant than aerith's brief and less-than-ideal visit. the way tifa speaks of the bar — a place brimming with life and joy, where sector seven's residents gather to unwind and find solace among friends after a long day — captures aerith's heart. she finds herself quietly wondering what it must've been like to experience that warmth firsthand.
❝ hey! my ear is still listening! ❞ aerith exclaims, quickly sitting up from where she had been lounging on the adjacent twin bed in their shared inn space. a playful grin dances across her lips as she continues, ❝ you can't stop there! you still haven't told me what's under the pinball machine! ❞ tifa couldn't have thought aerith had forgotten that little detail, could she? with a teasing smirk, aerith presses on, ❝ sooooooo ... what's under there? a super secret clubhouse, perhaps? or maybe you're also hiding a super gigantic creepy crawly under there! ❞
i love you and i missed you so much on the dash. it's truly not the same without you here 🥺 i am SO EXCITED TO SEE ALL THE WRITING YOU AND BLYTHE DOOOOOOOOO! ALL THE SHIPS!!!!!
i had to hunt into the depths of my folders to find this image from my athan blog — because the statement still stands!! i WILL be shipping with all of blythe's muses and nobody nowhere can stop me! but my dear chuckles, you've got me crying in my living room at this late hour. i love you and have missed you too and i'm so excited to write with every single one of your muses ( and that's a promise!! ) thank you for the super warm welcome back 🥺
PROMPTS FOR THE GRUMPY VS SUNSHINE TROPE * assorted dialogue for that great dynamic between a guarded character and a warmer character, adjust as necessary
GRUMPY CHARACTER
do you ever stop smiling?
life sucks. get over it.
no one ever listens to me. at least, not until you showed up.
i didn't ask for your opinion.
there are more important things i should be dealing with.
i don't talk about my feelings with anyone.
that was a little uncalled for.
i didn't mean to talk your ear off.
i work better on my own.
what did you say to them to get them to listen?
i don't want to talk to you. in fact, i don't want to talk to anyone.
can you just leave me alone?
i never said i would help you.
you can't just talk your way out of problems.
everything was fine until you showed up.
now if you'll excuse me, i have better things to do.
what's so great about this place, anyway?
my opinion doesn't matter anyway.
i don't have time for "fun."
i just want to get this done and go home.
that's never been up to me to decide.
do you stick your head into everyone's business, or just mine?
if it's all the same to you, i'd prefer to be alone.
no one asked you to get involved.
i don't have a choice. it's my duty.
you're interrupting me again.
can we talk about this another time?
you've been listening to me talk for an hour now.
how do you stay so positive all the time?
i'm perfectly content just the way i am, thank you very much.
can't you see they're taking advantage of you?
SUNSHINE CHARACTER
i wish you would just listen to what i have to say.
i have to try and stay positive. it's the only way we get through this.
nothing good can come from constant negativity.
i believe in myself because no one else will.
i've seen what happens when the bad outweighs the good.
we just have to stay strong.
you never know what someone is going through.
i am capable of more than you give me credit for.
i don't think you're a bad person.
there's so much more to life than this.
you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.
have you tried being nice to them?
a compliment goes a long way.
i choose to be kind.
i just don't see the point in staying silent.
i'm just trying to look out for you.
there's no need to be rude.
we could work together as a team. did you ever think about that?
if you need my help, i'm here for you.
you should smile more often.
i wish you would just be yourself.
for what it's worth, i like who you are now.
we don't have to fight all the time.
being soft is not a weakness.
i want to make this work between us.
despite all that, i'm still here for you.
if you ever want to talk, i'm here to listen.
you're not as bad as you make yourself seem.
i've never seen you that way.
i've come to care about you.
* a sky of scattered tears. a thousand years apart. should they fade, i will not be afraid of the dark. # 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒖𝒓, a private & highly selective multimuse writing blog for canon muses and original characters. written by chloe, (twenty-five, she/her).