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[frostwnd]

              MUSELIST | RULES | ASK | MAIN BLOG

     indie multimuse ft. Genshin Impact, Star Rail, and original characters

                      penned by ASH

RULES FOR MOBILE UNDER CUT

Just a few of the usual rules you see around! Thank you for taking your time to read this!

1) As per usual, no god moding please! I’m here to write my character, don’t do it for me.

2) Please don’t reblog threads if you aren’t part of the roleplay.

3) If you want to continue a thread from an ask, please make it a separate post!! Please. I cannot stress this enough.

4) NSFW may be present, including smut. Smut is reserved for mutuals only! Sorry, I’m really only comfortable with it with people I know.

5) I ship chemistry. Please don’t pressure or assume any ships!

6) Please don’t pressure me for replies! Kind reminders are okay, but I do ask for you to not be pushy or demanding.

7) I am non-exclusive, so don’t worry if I’m already roleplaying with another blog with the same muse!

8) I am somewhat selective- I’m more comfortable roleplaying with those I’ve talked to and follow.

9) I don’t send in passwords! I always read rules before following, don’t worry.

10) I do not roleplay with personal blogs.

11) I am multi-verse and multi-ship!

12) My sense of time can be…. abysmal. Sometimes it can take me up to a week to check out your blog if you follow me, and I’ll think it was only day before yesterday. Sorry about that!

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .    ‘ my ’ muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse . ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .   ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→    𝐈𝐕 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

[frostwnd]

she's so pretty wtf ugh

[frostwnd]

Finished the quest! Gnaws on it violently. so many thoughts.

[frostwnd]

I want to see a faction of the Destruction that kills indiscriminately, not for the joy of destroying, but leaning more into the idea the universe was a mistake and thus believe they are putting things and people out of their misery. They believe they are mercy killing out of kindness.

[royaladvisors]

hi everyone! please give this a like / reblog if you'd be interested in writing with a march 7.th of hsr!

[predvestnik]

             naturally, tartaglia's eyes flutter shut. It's the kind of exhaustion he appreciates, when muscles relax after being tensed too tightly, and the body yields to a deceptive stillness making his thoughts blur at the edges in his quiet undoing.

His breath thins after being punched hot and heavy out of his lungs during their spar, more rhythmic, less frantic. Aether's voice pulls him out of that familiar lull.

❛ Ever so resourceful, aren't you? ❜ Water is welcome at this time. Tartaglia drinks from the waterskin with a delighted sigh, a whispered thank you and a hearty laugh in swift succession at what he's just heard.

❛ Even so, you are still considering setting foot in Snezhnaya. ❜ He shifts to nudge the traveler with his knee. The commentary is made lightly, too. There's still a lot to learn about Aether's journey, but it doesn't take much to guarantee that an audience with Her Majesty is coming closer to the top of his list.

In a way, it's exciting and it shows in how Tartaglia grins after taking another generous swig. ❛ Her Royal Highness is not a tyrant. Expect suspicion, but not a sword to your throat on sight. If she wanted your head... well, she would have it by now. ❜

[frostwnd]

Well... Aether would have to disagree with that, simply for the fact that getting his head off his shoulders would prove a lot more difficult than one would think. He wasn't as old as he was for nothing, after all. Still, he supposed it a good thing this world seemed to assume less of him. Especially with his powers sealed.

"I have to." He simply shrugged. If his sister wanted him to journey through the nations, that was what he'd do, even if he wasn't sure why.

He gave Childe a bit of a harder nudge back, giving a soft huff of a laugh. "Still, I'll behave enough if I wind up stopping in your town. What was it called, again?"

[frostwnd]

@starlitwishes | ( Closed Starter. )

It was an interesting world, that was for sure. It reminded her of Amphoreous in a way- no contact with the greater universe, no knowledge of the paths or aeons, but their own set of rules.

Perhaps that's why she found it so charming.

Currently she was in a forest in a region she'd come to learn was named 'Sumeru'. Dan Heng and March had gone to the city, where there was apparently a large library, but the little fungi creatures had enchanted Stelle. Well, until they started attacking, which she then found out she could send quite a distance with her bat.

The only problem was that now... she had no clue where the path was supposed to be.

All a part of the Trailblaze, Stelle supposed, deciding to be unconcerned with the current predicament. She would climb a tree to get a better view, but her skirt wasn't really made for that sort of maneuverability. Wandering it was, she decided, swinging her bat along beside her. Perhaps she could spot a stream? She remembered reading in one of Dan Heng's books that following a stream downwards could often lead to civilization.

[frostwnd]

Like/comment to get an ask from Stelle!!

[frostwnd]

I have finally caught up on the main story!! whew.

[frostwnd]

❛    have   you   ever   considered   trying   to   further   improve   your   martial   skills   ?   ❜   while   something   of   a   harmless   question,   it   did   seem   to   come   out   of   nowhere.   jing   yuan   had   only   just   crossed   paths   with   the   trailblazer,   and   their   chatter,   while   always   appearing   effortless,   tended   to   be   on   the   easy-going   and   improvised   variety.   with   hands   folded   behind   his   back,   he   wandered   by   her   side   about   the   luofu,   idly   watching   passersby   but   keeping   his   focus   on   the   nameless,   for   the   most   part.   ❛    your   prowess   in   battle   is   certainly   nothing   to   be   questioned,   but   it   does   make   me   wonder   who   you   would   turn   to   for   training.   perhaps   some   legendary   warrior   from   distant   lands,   hm   ?   ❜

Kafka already did, almost came the response. Stelle had to bite down on her tongue to keep from saying such a thing. Perhaps, one day, she may voice what she had learned of her past to the crew of the Astral Express, but Stelle didn't think such a thing would go over well with Xianzhou, now official allies or not.

"What, and learn from someone I don't know anything about? Pass." Stelle snorted instead, trying to act casual. She did ponder the question, though.

"Besides, I'm not sure who I could ask for fighting training from when my weapon of choice is a baseball bat." Stelle chuckled, knowing the unconventionality of such a choice might look silly to some.

"We train together on the Express, sometimes. Uh, with Dan Heng and March, I mean. March would normally stick to target practice with her bow, but she's started to join in on more melee training ever since she learned some from Yanqing and Yunli."

[frostwnd]

really caught her energy drink addiction in 4k

[frostwnd]

Headcanon: Wardrobe

She mostly sticks to black and white with her clothes, since they go with most anything and she's too lazy to try to properly match things.

She does have a few pair of baggy cargo style pants. She rocks them.

She hates it when clothing doesn't have pockets. She needs pockets. For her habit of collecting trinkets.

She doesn't really like dresses all that much, or long skirts. Either short skirts, pants, or shorts for her.

She definitely needs maneuverability in her clothing. She likes sprawling in weird positions. March had to get her a pair of short biker shorts to wear under her usual skirt.

She doesn't do much with her hair. The most she'll do is throw it in a ponytail to get some of it out of her eyes.

If she's going to wear a heel, it has to be a chunky heel. She can't wear thin ones or she'll roll an ankle.

She mostly wears sports bras. Her jacket and baggy shirt usually hide it, but she's actually a C cup. It's definitely noticeable if she wears a more flattering bra or a tighter shirt.

[frostwnd]

Headcanon: Grooming

Though Stelle now showers and/or bathes fairly regularly, when she first joined the Express, there was a time when she hated it. She never really vocalized why she hated it, and it ended up being she didn't know how to work the water- it would either be way too hot or way too cold. Eventually, however, the others figured it out and showed her how to get it a good temperature. She now takes pretty quick showers, wanting to get in and out as quick as possible, but she has grown a soft spot for bubble baths. Especially with her giant tub.

Stelle does not use makeup. She tried, once, and promptly stabbed herself in the eye with eye liner. March has tried to get her to let her to it for Stelle, but Stelle refuses. Her pride is too wounded.

She does occasionally wear nail polish, not that you can see it through the gloves.

She has a decent size wardrobe, thanks to March dragging her along shopping, but she usually sticks to the same few clothing articles, plus her coat. When she needs to wash her coat, she sits in the laundry room waiting for it to be done. That's her emotional support coat.

She definitely has split and frizzy ends. She just yanks a brush through her hair and pull any snarls out. She doesn't have the patience for detangling, and forgets conditioner half the time.

If she isn't wearing her gloves, she is biting her nails and the skin around them to Hell.

[vvaeritas]

@frostwnd ♡'d for the sampo event

    '' Is that- are my eyes deceiving me? it's my best bud, Stelle! You haven't been here in an hot minute! '' It's weird how he sounds genuinely sincere. He frets over her like a worried mama hen. '' Been in any adventures? ...Dangerous ones? Don't worry- Belobog has got you all safe and sound. The, ah- the gynormous wall 'round the city should give off that sensation... ''

[frostwnd]

It's in equal parts exasperation and amusement that Stelle feels when Sampo somehow sneaks up on her- though, she can admit perhaps she wasn't paying as much attention as she should have been, if the way she nearly jumps is an indicator.

"Sampo!" She both greets and scolds, placing a hand on her chest as if telling her pulse to calm down at the surprise. "Ugh, like you wouldn't believe."

She doesn't think she'll get over the mission to the Eternal Land anytime soon.

"How's the museum been holding up? I better not hear of anything going missing." She gives him a punch to the shoulder- a little more heavy handed than friendly, in warning that she better hear what she wants to. "It's been too long since we've stopped here."

[starlitwishes]

@frostwnd wanted a Starter for Layla!

"Oh--sorry, didn't see you there."

Wrenn had been distracted with the thoughts of his next paper, wondering what subject to go with, when he bumped into the other. Thankfully it wasn't too hard of a bump, but never the less...

"You're from... the Rtawahist Darshan, right? I'm Wrenn, a Driyosh from the Vahumana Darshan. You need help with anything?"

[frostwnd]

She hadn't been looking where she was going, not at all. Her head was buried in her papers, and it was only from the adrenaline rush caused by panic that she managed to keep a hold of all of them and not have them sent flying.

"Ah-!" She squeaked, looking around to make sure she had, in fact, not dropped anything, before realizing that someone was speaking to her. Layla blinked rapidly, trying to shift her brain away from focusing on proof reading her paper proposal for the millionth time to actually talking to someone.

"Oh, um, Wrenn! Oh, ah, no, no, it's fine! I, um, just need to turn this in to my advisor..."

She'd rather die. She very much looks like she'd rather die.

"a-and hope she doesn't have me thrown out of school and maybe even Sumeru entirely...."

[vvaeritas]

   '' Ah, isn't the sun nice! ''

[frostwnd]

They don't make sunglasses strong enough to stop her from being blinded....