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THE STARS NEVER WHISPERED MY NAME.

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hi! my name is red (he/it) and welcome to my multi muse! on here there are muses from fire emblem: tellius/three houses, da:2/i, dc, homestuck, tma, original characters, and more!

rules/muses & ship bias

rules, tl;dr

private, indie, selective

pretty low activity, mostly runs on queue

i am 21+ and will not ship with anyone under 18. there may be nsfw on this blog.

please tag mentions of self harm, animal abuse/death, and use of freak as an insult. please tag images of spiders, food, or trypophobia. your general trigger tag or ‘red don’t look’ both work.

i’m very bad at communication please don’t feel bad if i disappear for several days i’ll be back i promise.

all my muses are some flavor of queer. many are trans or nb. if that bothers you, please move along.

i write jason, tim, and glimmer as having bpd. i do not have bpd but live with several people who do and will do my best to portray it correctly. if i ever do anything wrong (wrt this or anything else), please let me know.

i also write jeritza as having DID. again, if i do anything wrong, let me know. 

please read this if you want to interact with jeritza

please read this if you’re interested in jason, tim, glimmer, or sephiran

check for characters sexuality and pronouns. 

i don’t acknowledge homestuck 2 or the epilogues as canon.

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temporary hiatus

hey so it’s the busiest period of the year for my work and it’s been way too exhausting to write so i’m putting this blog on hiatus until september.

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hey. i’m thinking about how davesprite calls himself ‘davesprite’ to distinct himself from ““real”“ dave because he thinks they can’t both be dave. but if someone called him dave it’d be like a punch to the gut (positive). because his name is dave. just dave.

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wouldhope​. & john

     “Ha, yeah, I’d say a party is definitely in order! I mean seriously, it took us how many years to get here?”

     John grins, a quiet chuckle bubbling from his chest. He and Davesprite hadn’t always gotten along the greatest back when they were both stuck on the Yellow Yard, but at the end of the day, the sprite was still his friend. Things may have been a little tense before, sure, but they were trapped on a ship! Things were different now. Plus, he did feel like he owed a lot to Davesprite – he did travel back in time to save him and Jade, sacrificing his humanity in the process, so… It would be cruel to not even try to get along, right?

     “Jeez, a party with two Dave’s – it’ll be out of control! The music will be great though, I’m sure.” He teases a bit, before tilting his head, trying to climb his way out of the classic Strider monologue and back onto his previous train of thought. “But anyways! Party aside, I was curious what you’re planning on getting up to now that the game’s over! Gonna make more sweet comics, maybe?”

      He’s asking partially because John really doesn’t know what he’s going to do himself. It’s funny, he could literally do anything he wanted to, but other than the obvious ‘building a house and pulling some pranks’, his mind just went blank. Getting through SBURB was the only thing giving him direction for so long, and now that it was finally over… Well, he just wasn’t sure what to do with himself. And maybe Davesprite felt the same way. 

davesprite  smirks  at  the  agreement  that  the  music  will  be  sick  as  hell.  of  course  it  will.  him  ‘n  dave  are  in  perfect  sync,  same  wavelength.  with  the  two  of  them  mixing,  they  could  take  the  whole  world  by  storm.  gods  of  wordsmithy  indeed.  (  not  that  he’s  actually一  seen  dave  since  getting  here.  and,  okay,  maybe  he’s  avoiding  him  but  that’s  neither  here  nor  there.  )

the  question  makes  him  blink,  distracts  him  from  launching  into  more  about  his  and  dave’s  upcoming  team-up.  ❛  what  am  i一??  hm.  ❜  it  hadn’t  quite  occurred  to  him  that  he  should  be  thinking  about  his  future.  he  spent  so  long  just  trying  to  help  his  friends  through  the  game.  as  a  sprite,  his  primary  purpose  was  to  protect  dave,  to  guide  him.  and  as  a  doomed  timeline  version  of  dave,  he’d  felt  that  desire  two-fold.  but  now一  dave  hardly  needs  protecting.  not  with  him  being  a  literal  god.  

❛  you  know,  i  hadn’t  really  thought  about  it.  maybe  i  will  get  back  into  comics.  who  knows,  maybe  i’ll  make  a  comic  about  the  game.  ❜  he  winks,  not  that  john  can  see  it  behind  the  glasses.  the  joke  doesn’t  quite  land  and  he  sighs  softly.  ❛  i  don’t  know,  to  be  honest.  i  mean,  i  sort  of  fulfilled  my  purpose  as  dave’s  spirit  guide  or  whatever  already.  outside  that,  i’m  just  some  kind  of  weird  bird  ghost,  right  ??  not  a  lot  i’m  sure  i  can  do.  ❜  his  feathers  ruffle  a  little,  an  anxious  tic  he’s  picked  up  over  the  years,  and  he  chews  on  the  inside  of  his  cheek. 

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@hubrisi​ asked: ❝  did  i  survive?  no,  i  assure  you,  i  am  still  very  much  in  hell.  ❞    [  bro  to  davesprite  ]

davesprite  glances  down  at  his  bro  from  his  place  floating  on  his  back,  arms  folded  behind  his  head,    half-way  between  the  floor  and  ceiling.  ❛  at  least  it  has  air  conditioning.  ❜  he  thinks  back  to  the  absolutely  brutal  texas  heat,  the  oppressive  humidity  that  choked  his  lungs  the  moment  he  stepped  out  the  door.  to  strifing  on  a  near-burning  rooftop,  shirt  sticking  to  his  back  while  the  sun  blistered  his  pale  skin.  as  a  sprite,  it’s  not  something  he  really  has  to  worry  about  anymore.  is  it  weird  that  he  kind  of  misses  it  ??  probably.  at  least  he  got  to  keep  the  freckles,  even  if  they’re  a  bit  monochrome  these  days.  

❛  coulda  been  a  lot  worse.  could  be  sweatin’  like  a  whore  in  church,  just  absolute  rivers  of  sinner  sweat  like  you  can’t  even  believe.  enough  for  a  full  on  baptism.  you  ever  think  about  how  weird  that  is  ??  christians  are  out  there  dunking  people  in  water  to  save  their  souls.  or…  i  guess  were.  no  christians  here,  thank….  john  ??   dirk ??  vriska ?? not  sure  whicha  those  chucklefucks  would  be  considered  head  honcho  here.  not  that  it  matters  because  they’re  all  nerdass  losers.  ❜  

he  waves  a  hand  lazily  as  he  mumbles.  ordinarily,  he’d  be  a  lot  more  expressive  with  his  hands  but  the  summer  sun  streaming  through  the  windows  has  him  feeling  lazy.  if  anyone  accused  him,  he’d  deny  choosing  this  spot  to  hover  because  of  the  sunbeams  warming  the  air.  but  there’s  something  soothing  about  it.  makes  him  feel  like  a  cat.  his  good  wing  stretches  out  and  he  yawns.  

❛  still,  ❜  he  says,  abruptly  remembering  the  original  topic.  ❛  ‘s  not  so  bad,  right  ??  i  mean一  you’re  here.  ❜  oh,  well,  he  hadn’t  meant  to  be  that  vulnerable.  but  sometimes  when  he  looks  at  his  bro  all  he  sees  is  red.  a  sword  through  the  chest,  the  ground  around  him  tacky  with  the  stuff.  

(  he  wasn’t  strong  enough.  maybe  if  he’d  trained  harder  he  could  have  stopped  it.  bro  wouldn’t  have  had  to  die.  but  he  didn’t  and  he  couldn’t  and  now一  )

he  rolls  in  the  air  to  face  him.  ❛  do  you  really  think  this  place  is  hell  ??  ❜  there’s  no  emotion  to  the  words,  just  strider  flatness,  but  a  twinge  of  uncertainty  flickers  through  him.  maybe  bro  does  hate  it  here.  hates  being  here  with  him.  davesprite  likes  to  think  that  maybe一  just  maybe一  bro  considers  him  his  dave.  (  he’d  be  the  only  one.  davesprite  is  desperate  for  it  to  be  true.  )  and  maybe  he’s  happy  living  together  again.  two  striders  against  the  world,  just  like  it  was  before. 

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got distracted from writing the thing i was doing because i found a davesprite-centric blog from like. 2015. and i just ;-; my boy

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more human adjacent characters should be able to purr

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hi hi. hopefully i can do some writing today.

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just remembered i have a verse for cat laguz!felix. catboy felix rights.

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i was high when i saved this draft and this is what i put as a place holder ksalfjlsdfj???

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byleth && caspar

the once professor sinks onto the bench opposite caspar, tapping the table in front of him to get his full attention. it’s one of those days. the ones where words are hard, catching in his throat before he can get them out, and it twists his face into an almost permanent moue of displeasure. which一 isn’t great when he’s trying to have conversations where he’s not mad at the other party. though he’s not entirely sure caspar would pick up on the subtleties anyway. 

« you seemed distracted in today’s meeting. you alright ?? » he tries his best to shift his expression into something less mad looking. he leans forward and props his chin on his hand, watching him intently. 

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the answer to ‘how many drafts can i do in exactly an hour’ is 4 (+ one headcanon)

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byleth is more than capable of making facial expressions but they don’t come instinctually or naturally. after spending time around the students, he starts actively trying to make them in order to get tone across, especially when he’s signing. it’s definitely something he consciously has to think about so there’s usually a bit of buffering time between someone saying something and byleth making an expression in response.

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byleth  &&  kahlid

these  days,  byleth  usually  finds  himself  alone  in  the  garreg  mach  greenhouse,  most  of  the  others  who  enjoyed  it  ending  on  the  other  side  of  the  war.  occasionally,  he  works  side  by  side  with  marianne,  each  to  their  own  task,  silence  only  broken  by  the  rustle  of  clothes.  but  more  often  there’s  no  one.  and  he  doesn’t  mind  it,  not  really.  there’s  something  healing  about  sticking  his  hands  in  dirt  in  the  soothing  quiet.  

but  on  his  way  this  time,  a  flash  of  gold  catches  his  eye.  claude,  probably  on  his  way  to  do  something  else  much  more  important.  which  is  why  byleth  snags  his  sleeve  and  starts  dragging  him  back  toward  the  greenhouse  with  out  so  much  as  a  word  of  greeting.  whatever  he  had  planned  can  wait.  it’s  time  for  some  relaxation,  whether  their  fearless  leader  wants  it  or  not. 

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emperor!ferdinand  &&  hubert

ferdinand  drops  his  head  into  his  hands  with  a  soft  groan  that  trails  off  into  a  sigh.  he  scrubs  his  face,  takes  a  deep  breath,  and  rakes  his  hair  out  of  his  eyes.  it  has  long  since  fallen  out  of  the  ribbon  he  had  tied  it  in  several  hours  ago,  long  white  waves  obscuring  his  vision  almost  as  much  as  the  blur  of  exhaustion.  but  these  plans  will  not  write  themselves.  secrets  wrapped  in  secrets.  it  is  more  hubert’s  wheelhouse  than  his,  though  it  is  not  something  entirely  foreign  to  him.  hence  the  several  hours  spent  scouring  each  intelligence  report  from  the  past  two  weeks.  

a  door  opening  pulls  him  from  his  thoughts  and  he  lifts  his  head.  ❛  ah,  hubert,  wonderful.  i  take  it  those  are  the  updated  reports  ??  ❜  he  extends  a  hand  and  makes  a  grabby  gesture,  pushing  back  the  exhausted  darkness  encroaching  on  his  vision.  just  a  little  longer  and  he  will  rest.  once  he  finishes  this.  he  tucks  another  stubborn  strand  of  hair  behind  his  ear  and  swallows  a  yawn. 

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byleth  &&  dimitri

it’s  a  relatively  quiet  evening,  all  things  considered. he’s  more  than  had  his  hands  full  dealing  with  the  aftermath  of  the  war.  reforming  the  church,  helping  the  survivors  rebuild  their  lives,  gently  pushing  for  more  change  within  the  kingdom  and  foldlan  at  large一  none  of  that  to  even  touch  on  the  people  who  seemed  determined  to  worship  him  for  his  perceived  connections  to  the  goddess.

(  not  that  those  connections  are  unfounded.  despite  not  hearing  sothis  in  his  mind  anymore,  he  feels  more  deeply  rooted  in  her  power  than  ever.  time  itself  at  his  fingertips,  crackling  like  electricity.  maybe  he  is  her,  as  much  as  he  can  be.  the  goddess  given  new  flesh.  it  unsettles  him.  so  does  the  adoration  of  anyone  who  recognizes  him.  )

but  finally  the  waves  of  work  have  broken,  even  if  just  for  a  little.  he  tips  his  face  up  to  the  encroaching  dark.  a  few  stars  already  twinkle  in  the  fading  sun  and  byleth  traces  the  lines  between  them  idly,  forming  pictures  in  his  mind  with  the  shapes.  constellations  of  his  own  making.  

outwardly  he  doesn’t  seem  to  react  to  the  person  who  steps  up  beside  him  save  for  his  eyes  sliding  sideways  to  peek  from  the  corners.  dimitri.  king  dimitri.  he’s  finally  settled  into  it,  byleth  thinks.  shedding  much  of  the  darkness  that  plagued  him  through  the  war.  but  not  the  tiredness,  he  notes.  they’re  all  a  little  tired  these  days.  unsurprisingly,  there’s  a  lot  to  do  after  a  years-long  war  that  devastated  most  of  the  continent.  so  many  pieces  that  need  putting  back  together.  or  to  be  rebuilt  from  the  ground  up,  more  accurately.  

eventually  he  turns  his  body  to  dimitri.  ❛  your  majesty,    ❜  he  murmurs  before  switching  to  his  hands.  «  done  for  the  day  ??  »  he  raises  an  eyebrow  in  question.  it’s  not  unusual  for  them  to  run  into  each  other  much  later  in  the  evening,  both  working  to  the  bone  with  everything  piled  on  their  plate.  but  just  after  dinner  is  new.  the  look  he  gives  dimitri  is  soft,  open. 

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