## ྃ FALLENHYMN ──┈┈ a sporadic activity, private &. selective, oc multi—muse, ft. a spin on LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR, managed by MOONFALL ⺌ howliet, hethey ⠁ est．²⁰²⁴ ⠁ self—implemented portrayals written in flowered—prose scriptures.
the home of free–spirited muses ; a study into FREEDOM in solitude, LONELINESS, humanity &. the escape from it. musings from anime, movies, tv series, nostalgia, games &. books. ADAPTED to my likings &. headcanons. ✱
† ꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱⠀⠀CURRENT PRIORITY VERSES / rise of the guardians, how to train your dragon, lord of the rings, my hero academia, haikyū, supernatural, the conjuring, horror thematics, etc⠀⠀[...]
o1. THIS BLOG IS USUALLY ON LOW ACTIVITY, and i usually have my replies loaded into my queues ;̱ i update the dash whenever my queue ends along with the status of my drafts &͟. muses. i'm also heavily mutuals exclusive &͟. selective, i tend to opt to reply to close friends first before getting to the rest.
longer replies take more energy &͟. therefore, a longer time to release. answered asks and replies for newcomers will tend to come a little later, or once i'm feeling high muse, simply because i like making a good first impression on all blogs． （＾∇＾）
o2. incredibly multiship &͟. multiverse friendly, single ship muses are up for negotiation, but highly selective &͟. only agreeable upon good chemistry. only adult muses &͟. adult admins, this account is strictly ⒛↑ anyhow, so no minors should be expected to ship. i reserve the right to also turn down &͟. forgo a ship if i no longer feel comfortable with it, even if it's discussed beforehand.
shipping also does not designate lewd nor smut right off the bat, unless we're close．
o3. since writing out dossiers and churning out new verses take a whole lot of effort &͟. is quite time consuming, NEW MUSES &͟. / VERSES COMES WHENEVER INSPIRATION STRIKES.
i'm opened to making ocs &͟. verses specifically for yours muse or worldbuilding as long as we've planned things out beforehand, ( this is an affies perk ) i do have a collection of self made worldbuilding &͟. verses available for reading &͟. development, feel free to ask about them whenever you'd like.
o4. THE ONLY WAY TO INTERACT WITH MY MUSES IS THROUGH INBOX PROMPTS! besides them, i won't do unprompted inbox starters unless i've made an interaction call for it, and i won't accept unprompted inbox starters from others unless you're an exclusive or if i've liked a starter of yours. this is just to establish boundaries and so i have a more general control over how our muses interact! don't take it too harshly. please feel free to send me anything i'm still accepting all across my blogs &͟. i'll get to them whenever possible. ( also, please do not rush me for interactions whatsoever, i will be more inclined to not answer out of spite． ) please remember to link the original prompt when sending an inbox.
i use a beta—editor while writing, bold, italics, underlined, strikeout, upscaling /̱ downscaling, CAPITALIZATION and space out my paragraphs while formatting, to aid my own visual impairment．
o5. unsurprisingly, i've got a live away from the keyboard, i don't really keep track of what goes on around the RPC unless a mutual informs me. with that being said, I DON'T MIND BUMPS IN PRIVATE DMS IF I AM EVER IN CONTACT WITH SOMEONE PROBLEMATIC. i don't appreciate senseless bigotry &͟. the like on any of my blogs, especially when it comes to meaningless drama, please insincerely fuck off, and grow up. this isn't a safe space for you.
as it comes to DNIs or BYFs, basic rules apply, don't be weird, and we'll be fine.
o6. i am genuinely flattered if anyone decides to take inspiration from my ocs or worldbuilding, but please at least have my credentials listed somewhere along. PLAGIARISM DOESN'T EQUATE TO INSPIRATION &͟. i'm absolutely not blind sighted to seeing a blatant copy of my muses, graphics, formatting or writings. needless to say it is not welcomed nor condoned here, and i am not above confrontation. i've ridden this rodeo before, and it's exhausting, just cut the crap altogether.
o7. all trigger tags will be tagged under 'trigger (cw)', please curate your own dash accordingly, ♡ no need to tag anything for me!
sorry for the lack of activity here! i've been zukomaxxing on twitter dot com i Won't lie. but that doesn't come with repercussions i do have two atla based ocs coming out my ass very soon.
one is an earth kingdom shop owner, nonbender. moved over from the crumbling of the fire nation moments before it went under fire lord ozai's rule.
second is a bloodbender healer that lives in the lower ring of ba sing se. meant to be an ancestor to yakone, and potentially either a kid or a prisoner inspired by hama's escape from the fire nation.
‘ you can be a good thing and not a whole thing ’ / from finley.
ACCEPTING | 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒
The pitch black eyes, not a single reflection came into the maiden murkiness eyes fixate Finley. A slow shake was given to the stranger remark on HER BEING GOOD EVEN NOT WHOLE. ❝ I'm not a good thing, I caused many deaths. ❞
Rapunzel and death did go hand in hand, not long ago the maiden in all purple attire escaped her tower, finding a secret tower door on the cobblestone floor NOT LOCK. The maiden always WANTED TO SEE WHAT WAS OUT THERE but her mother called her hair DANGEROUS and the thought of Rapunzel if she ever left the tower, people would call her a MONSTER.
Escaping that tower was fascinating, breathtaking, remarkable that made her want to adventure out more. Until Rapunzel realized she didn't know where she was in the forest outskirts. She made a choice to retrace her steps but the raven-haired had gotten lost; anxiety creeped upon her, second guessing her choices then she heard a sound. The next thing Rapunzel knew, bandits were on the floor DEAD.
❝ now, i suggest you should go and forget you ever saw me. ❞ an avowed warning, she fixed her cloak hood up. Concealing their face ready to leave.
“ […] 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐍𝐎. 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, ” an uneased laugh leaves her throat, adjusting the satchel’s strap along her shoulders. AGAINST THE HOLLOWS OF HER RIBS; whether harness or instinct, she cannot discern. ( both constrict &. both warn ) the weapon in her grasp, unwelcome ward, inherited without consent ━━━ is held in white—knuckled insistence. metal cool against her palm, familiar in a way she resents. she had fled from it; again &. again, yet it returns, slots into her grip with intimate precision ━━━ as though forged for her hand alone. two bodies; felled bandits, lay behind her ascent. and ahead, THE ARCHITECT OF THEIR SILENCE. someone who wielded the power of death in unwilling hands.
FINLEY UNDERSTANDS ━━━ not wholly, but enough. the aversion to becoming weight upon others, and the quiet dread of harm wrought simply by holding excalibur […] even as instinct coerces her hand / blade lifting in reflex against the manifest threat, she arrests it mid—motion. THE HEART’S INSISTENCE OVERRIDING THE BODY'S LEARNED VIOLENCE. so though her hands tremble ━━━ the scabbard restless, the sword within seeming to hunger; she extends something much more worthwhile. “ but you don't look like a murderer to me, ” death had never been an object of her fear, not in the visceral, marrow—deep sense, though it remained something she would rather evade than embrace […] still, she places her faith in those hands, THE VERY ONES THAT REFUSE TO BECOME INSTRUMENTS OF FURTHER RUIN. “ […] also, i’m sure those two bozos back there would've killed you first ━━━ kinda saved me the trouble, actually, ” a small flip of their limp bodies, and silver fractures outward, light catching along the serration of a jagged blade hooked onto the leather of their belt.
another chuckle, less guarded, slips through the tension. LOOSENING WHAT HAD BEEN HELD TOO TIGHTLY FOR TOO LONG. “ […] at least before you disappear into the night, ” she tilts her head slightly, voice gentled by a faint, wry warmth. “ wouldn't you rather remember the name of someone you've saved rather than dwelling on those two what’s—his—faces? ”
@fallenhymn : ❛ c'mon. you aren't going to turn me in. ❜ / thaddeus to halaena.
FANTASY SENTENCE STARTERS ( CRIME )
Helaena was ready and settled in her position on a rooftop in the darkest nights of trying to take down a heist. But that changed when she saw a familiar figure who made eye contact with her from the rooftop. Her brother. Hela couldn't help but turn off her intercom to her team watching his movement, until he ran into an alleyway.
The women chased after him with her weapon in hand, jumping from rooftop to rooftop but kept her eye on him.
The hunter would make a surprise jump down in front of him when there was a dead end and the Hunter had her sniper pointed at her brother. Keeping her single eye contact on him until he spoke.
❛ c'mon. you aren't going to turn me in. ❜ [ thaddeus kane ; @fallenhymn ]
Her eye gave away her true motives. Her brow went up then down as the iris widened but she avoided looking at Thaddeus.
But the hunter did put her sniper down, minimizing it, putting it behind her back.
“ As the commander of the Kane National Institute for the Geniously Skilled Hunters of Technology, I would, you are a criminal, A WANTED CRIMINAL. ” The tone of voice was professional like she rehearsed the Kane motto for her section department ( which was KNIGHTS for short ) then it shifted as she took a step towards him. “ But you're also my older brother and the rightful person to be the Commander. Thadd you know this isn't you. ”
“ The Thaddeus Kane, I know would've done something by now . . . and not this, whatever you're doing. We can always work together, to clear your name. ” Each step Helaena took, getting closer to her older brother, breaking the facade of Commander Kane by being his sister.
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐗, 𝐇𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐓. but he’s been under good name with the twin wolves; a notorious dyad of bounty hunters, newly resurgent, their infamy rekindled &. sharpened. ( no small part of that resurgence bears his imprint. ) what a precipitous descent his name has suffered, from exalted commander of KNIGHTS, laurel—crowned / unassailable, to the very guilds &. groups it places behind bars. a concealed instrument wielded in the service of the twin wolves. BLOOD HAS BECOME HIS MEDIUM; each act further entangling him within the juridical web he once upheld. the law, once his banner, NOW CLINGS TO HIM AS ACCUSATION. and in its wake ━━━ an ignominy profound, settling upon his family’s name like a stain that refuses absolution.
it is a necessary evil, xe concedes, though the admission tastes of iron. none bear witness but xemself &. the diminutive demon fastened at xeir left shoulder […] XE WILL SHOULDER THE BURDEN ━━━ ENTIRETY OF IT, until the design reaches fruition. only then, perhaps, might xe reclaim the mantle of commander / restore a name unspooled by the desolation xe made in wake to xeir ‘betrayal’. TO EXCISE THE CORRUPTION THREADING THE CITY’S ARTERIES, xe must descend to its origin, no surface remedy will suffice; it demands eradication at core […] a title once uttered as malediction, dismissed as folklore's residue ━━━ HAS PROVEN OTHERWISE, and has festered as a plague about their city. the modus operandi of this crime lord persists in obfuscation / patterns veiled, trajectories erratic, SUCH THAT EVEN A VETERAN OF CAMPAIGNS WOULD FIND NO PURCHASE IN PREDICTION. intent diffuses into misdirection, movement rendered illegible ━━━ thus, only through tacit surveillance, the art of subsumption within the crowd’s anonymous current, did thaddeus begin the slow excavation. not a strike from above, but a methodical unearthing; fingers in the soil, prying at dirt &. filament alike. UNTIL THE WEEDS COULD FINALLY BE DRAWN INTO THE LIGHT.
“ what the fuck, ” a light misstep; scarcely perceptible, and gravity claims him without clemency. ROOFTOPS RECEDE IN VERTIGINOUS SUCCESSION AS HE IS CAST DOWNWARD, air tearing past in a sharp, unforgiving rush. THADDEUS DOES NOT MISCALCULATE ━━━ and so the conclusion arrives swift as impact: BETRAYAL. it is confirmed in the unmistakable echo that follows, 'let’s return the lap dog to where he came from.' cuspids grind, a quiet, FERAL TENSION WROUGHT ALONG THE HINGE OF HIS JAW. after all the stratagems, the bloodshed, THE METICULOUS EXCAVATION OF ROT; it fractures, collapses / receding once more into obscurity ━━━ he will never be extricated from lineage, not wholly. it adheres, LIKE BRAND BENEATH THE SKIN. and what awaits below; not the fall, but what follows ━━━ IS OF GREATER CONSEQUENCE. another hushed curse absconds from beneath bated breath, cradling a sprained ankle as he hobbles behind the intersecting walls of the alleyway, away from the pursuit of KNIGHTS. ( oh what they'd do when they've found him. )
so once his sister had finally laid her gun down to rest, did the tension cinched through his frame begin to unspool / musculature easing from its ironbound hold, and breath slowly returning in something nearer to equilibrium […] though, that latent strain persists, THE INHERITED POSTURE OF THE KANE'S FALLEN SON STILL SUTURED INTO SINEW, into reflex, into the very architecture of his bearing. he folds inward ━━━ a caged thing, sinew drawn taut beneath constraint; pupils skittering, ferreting for the slightest aperture / any fracture in confinement. his voice lowers then, slips into something familiar, the ingrained cadence of an elder brother. “ i'm sorry, hel […] ” breath caught between want &. refusal. “ but you know i can't do that, ” then, it calcifies slowly. tone hardening converging with another's; HIGHER—PITCHED, coming from a secondary throat more than his own. beneath the shadows something overtakes, puppets him that it clouds his eyes.
minseok would make a great daredevil. the nuance of justice being blind but having a Slight twist, wherein justice blinds You with the idea of him simply being a weapon for the archangel michael hold UP.
We've all been there. We open someone's ask box to send an anonymous message to a muse you want to see on the dashboard. You get ready to type... But nothing comes to mind. You, yourself, sort of want to get asks as well and start some dashboard commentary, but your mind is at a blank.
Asks are a great jumping point for writers who aren't feeling like writing a thread / ic post on it's own. Here's some suggestions for what types of asks you can send to muses when you can't think of much;
Ask the muse about a recent muse interaction. For instance, go 'Mario, how could you let Bowser talk to you like that?'
Pry at a muse about some internal narration they had. Go 'Mario, why are you doubting yourself?'
Ask an everyday question! Saunter in and go 'Mario, how's the weather today?'
The worst thing someone can do is not answer something since they can't think of a good reply, but the notion is always appreciated. If you ever wonder if it's okay to send an ask, you can always go 'hey mun, is it okay if I inform muse of x or y?' and go from there. Foster your niche community. Do unto others what you would want for yourself.
