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a hub blog intended to retain memes, gifsets, & information for the muses gathered on sunwalks. DO NOT INTERACT. under the cut are muse tags if you want to explore info, headcanons, etc.

agatha. alicent. anakin. clarke. clary. daisy. freya. hope. imogen. katniss. keyleth. kit. mal. sansa. trilla. vaelus. vel. vespera. yelena.

#PINNED.#DNI.

IMOGEN TEMULT, EXALTANT HOPE OF THE RED STORM.

full name: imogen temult. alias: ruidus-born, exaltant, protector of the diarchy. date & place of birth: 815 PD (post divergence), gelvaan, marquet. (28 as of the beginning of campaign 3). faceclaim: animation. pronouns: she/her/hers. orientation: lesbian. eyes: lavender / purple. hair: lighter lavender than her eyes, long. height: 5'6". occupation: member of bells hells, adventurer and somewhat accidental hero of exandria. race: human. class: aberrant mind sorcerer. parents: liliana temult, mother. relvin temult, father. other family: n/a. significant other: verse dependent.

BACKGROUND.

imogen grew up in a small farming village, the type where everyone knew everyone and their business -- which was tough for a young girl with unexplainable psychic abilities she had no idea how to control, leading to being rather isolated. she believed her mother died at childbirth for several years, as her father seldom spoke of her and became very somber when she came up in conversation. when imogen was eighteen, she began experiencing recurring nightmares about a horrible storm that seemed to be connected to the red moon ruidus, and a woman's voice that she pinged as her mother's, begging her to run. these nightmares appeared in tandem with purple-ish lightning marks on her arms, which gradually expanded across her body as her power grew, and became yet another subject of self-consciousness. imogen eventually left gelvaan after the town shunned and acted violently towards laudna, and they were traveling companions for two years before meeting the rest of bells hells in jrusar. imogen's quest to discover the origin of her powers led to her discovery of being ruidus born, as well as her mother being alive and sharing her abilities -- and direct ties to ludinus da'leth's centuries-long plot to destroy the gods of exandria.

CAMPAIGN ONE AND CAMPAIGN TWO VERSES.

same grounds as her origin, but wherein she's born earlier and her searching takes her elsewhere on exandria, with or without the appearance of bells hells.

#imogen.

KEYLETH OF THE AIR ASHARI, VOICE OF THE TEMPEST.

full name: keyleth of the air ashari. alias: kiki, tempest, chief. date & place of birth: 789 PD (post divergence), zephrah, tal'dorei. (23 at the beginning of campaign 1, 47 in campaign 2, 54 in campaign 3 -- though as an archdruid, she still appears to be in her early-mid twenties.) faceclaim: animation. pronouns: she/her/hers. orientation: bisexual. eyes: green. hair: red, often grown out long. height: 6'0". occupation: headmaster of the air ashari tribe, member of vox machina, member of the exandrian accord. race: half-elf. class: circle of the moon druid. druidic circlet: a circlet of deer-like antlers that grow with her power. as an archdruid, they are long and swooping, and very sharp. parents: vilya, mother. korrin, father. other family: n/a. significant other: verse dependent.

BACKGROUND INFO.

keyleth was born into the air tribe of the ashari, a multiracial people that guard the openings of the four elemental planes across exandria. her mother, vilya, was meant to become the voice of the tempest, chief of the air ashari, but went missing and presumed dead on her aramenté ( noble odyssey ) in vesrah, and the duty thereafter fell to keyleth to succeed her father. after years of study, she left her secluded home to begin her own aramenté at the age of twenty, where she met and befriended members of the soon-to-be vox machina in a few short months. from a band of mismatched adventurers for hire, to reluctant heroes: vox machina aided in scourging the briarwood family from whitestone, defeating the chroma conclave, a faction of five ancient dragons terrorizing tal'dorei, and keyleth completing her aramenté to bear the mantle of the tempest. after a year of relative peace, vox machina were called upon to again face a world-altering threat, and eventually managed to banish vecna to a void plane after his ascension to godhood. keyleth resides as leader of the air ashari and has helped to establish better communication between both the four tribes and the outside world, and works often with the council of tal'dorei to stave off any other threat that lurks over exandria.

MANTLE OF THE TEMPEST.

a mantle of dark green leathers that unfurl into a cloak of autumn-colored leaves, bore by the voice of the tempest. for times when keyleth is not wearing the mantle, she has received tattoos across her chest and arms that mirror the leaves swaying in the wind.

AUTHOR'S NOTES.

my portrayal of keyleth is primarily campaign based, though as i am still working through it (fenthras arc right now lmaoo), i will use the animated series as somewhat of a guide -- and i am more than happy to write with those that are based on lovm as well! ( this does include keyleth wielding the spire of conflux to defeat the chroma conclave, until/if lovm reveals why they kept that part out. )

#keyleth.

one-step-at-a-time25

brothers…right?

Daisy dog motif | Daisy and Mack: Older brother Fractured siblings:Fitz and Daisy poem edit Jemma Simmons//docile | Alone//Daisy Johnson | Sides// Daisy Johnson and Leopold fitz

#daisy.#daisy ft fitz.#FUFUUUUCK

notmorbid

the pitt: season 2 [2/3].

dialogue prompts from the second season of max's the pitt.

why don't you take five? or ten?

i've watched the light go out of you.

i don't know how you do it. care for people day after day.

i'll get you another blanket.

how many cups have you had today?

fucking new guy.

i'm sorry. we didn't have time to find you.

what were you expecting, tacos and tequila?

sometimes it's worse knowing there's nothing you could do.

i push you 'cause i know you can take it.

you expecting a party?

don't worry. i won't leave your side.

let's go home and forget this day ever happened.

interesting ink. do they mean anything?

why do you keep coming back?

just because you know the system's broken doesn't mean you stop trying.

you have an interesting energy.

do you want to tell me what you did?

you're in a safe place now.

this can be a lot. you up for it?

let me know if you need to step out?

if you need a break or some air, let me know.

your face doesn't look good.

no breaks here. make sure you always bring a protein bar. something quick.

i have a second job i have to get to.

you know, you can call me just to say hi, sometimes.

you'll do what's right. you always do. i'm proud of you.

why am i just now hearing about this?

i'm trying to think positively, but feeling... less so.

i don't want you to live with my ghost.

this will not define you, okay?

this looks like some 'jurassic park' shit.

some families just have a hard time talking about mental health.

my therapist said i needed a hobby.

i think i'm a baby whisperer.

the sun doesn't always come out tomorrow, annie.

i just don't want to see ____ taken advantage of.

i was on my way to tell you.

it's a hot mess out there.

it was nice to meet you. you're very brave.

i'm glad you were here today.

i'd figure out how to get by. and i'd probably cry for two years straight.

we all need a community.

this isn't a discussion, it's a monologue, so shut up and listen.

we're keeping it casual, right?

how much to keep your mouth shut?

is anybody really 'free'?

i've been in pain all this time. i can't pretend anymore.

what the fuck were you thinking?

it's nice to hear meeting people in person still works.

a time machine would be nice, wouldn't it?

any advice? i've never died before.

just make sure you come back. and if it gets dark, you call me.

you're a very empathetic soul.

i feel like an asshole.

i think we have a very different idea of 'normal'.

i am the show. you're the warmup act.

i don't want to go, but it's not up to me.

we'll always be connected, no matter what. invisible string.

throw me in jail. i could use the vacation.

welcome back to the seventh circle of hell.

if i knew you were gonna make me wear a dress, i wouldn't have come at all.

what do you need to get some basic human empathy back?

right now i'm exactly where i'm supposed to be.

#prompt.

90s-kid-sad-adult

...then you shouldn't have been born

#hope.

thefreypie

#house stark.#web weave.#sansa.

hello friendly reminder this is my sideblog for info, my actual multimuse is @sunwalks ! <3

#i’ve had a few rp blogs follow me here recently and yeah shdkkd #i have also actually followed info sideblogs through rule or roster pages so #just a friendly psa <3

AGATHA HARKNESS, THE WICKED WITCH.

full name: agatha harkness alias: witch-killer, coven-slayer, the wickedest of them all...agnes o'connor. date & place of birth: november 27th 1674, salem, massachusetts. faceclaim: kathryn hahn / sarah pidgeon (younger). pronouns: she/her/hers. orientation: lesbian. eyes: striking blue. hair: dark brown, varies through the eras but often long and untamed. height: 5'5". occupation: seeker of knowledge and power, no matter the cost. species: siphon witch. parents: evanora harkness, mother. other family: nicholas scratch, son (deceased). significant other: death herself ( verse dependent ).

BACKGROUND & CANON DIVERGENCE.

AGATHA IS BORN HUNGRY. evanora's pregnancy leaves her weak and weary, and when the babe is born quiet and still, the midwife attempts a small healing spell while uttering a prayer to hecate. the baby sucks it down, spell and magick and lifeforce and all, leaving the witch a husk on the floor while the newborn is flush with life in her swaddle. a siphon, then: a witch with no magick of her own. a wretch in evanora's eyes, a disgusting leech of a child. agatha is hated by her mother throughout her youth for reasons she is not privy to, punished for magic she cannot perform despite constant useless lessons, and isolated from the rest of the salemites -- her coven. this leaves her starving. she is disciplined for stealing her mother's grimoires but still does so frequently, and begins to peer into her covenmates' resources as well. this causes a bit of a quarrel between her and the other witches, the ones who always sneered and made their words as sharp as knives cutting into ribcages. escalation occurred, agatha purposefully provoked them, and suddenly one of the girls was throwing magick at her and she was soaking it in like a sponge, SATIATED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE. unfortunately, it ended with the poor girl ... well, dead, and the others screeching in fear and disgust. agatha didn't understand her abilities then, not really. but evanora did -- or thought she did. that she was a curse, a monster left undealt with for too long. and in the midst of their sister witches being persecuted by mortals with little understanding through fear and hatred, agatha was held to the stake by her own family for killing one of their own: but, more specifically, for being different. something they couldn't understand. evanora tried to execute her by way of blasting her with the combined magick of her own and the coven elders', but only succeeded in fueling agatha further, lending in her escape and their own deaths. it was then agatha learned she would always be the villain in others' eyes, and she might as well embrace it. through nearly four hundred years, stories of agatha harkness are used as a cautionary tale to witches far and wide. what becomes of those who seek dark power, and how far they are willing to go. she who kills every witch she crosses paths with, the only known witch to survive the witches' road, who wields the power of the darkhold, who traded her only son for it. ( the truth is known between her and death alone. their courtship and love that forged a child, an impossibility across all known cosmic laws of the universe, a boy fated to live only in his mother's realm across the veil. the truth is that, for over two hundred years, agatha harkness has inflicted her grief and rage upon the earth for being unable to hurt the one who took her boy from her at only six years old. she sought the darkhold to bypass the laws of nature again and bring him back, a feat that she failed at time and time again, until the cursed book was finally stolen from her by the scarlet witch -- along with her own magick. here, her story continues with the chaos witch's son, a false road, a quest to regain her magick and the choice between clinging to the past and perhaps, finally, letting go and moving on. from life, death, and from death, life. her pain carries her ever onward, and she is still spiteful and wicked and altogether evil ― but agatha has grown a fondness for billy kaplan, another cosmic mistake who death chases to restore balance, and finds the role of grouchy mentor strangely ... fitting. )

AUTHOR'S ANNOTATIONS. i am very open to concepts of the road being real, and other routes that generally twist canon and play with nicholas scratch's fate, etc. <3

#agatha.