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❝ whatever you choose to do, i have no right to stop you. however! there is something i want you to do. i want you to live! ❞

volfinas; a multimuse roleplay blog as loved by bibi || feat. seox from g.ranblue f.antasy

[estalvcis]

❝ whatever you choose to do, i have no right to stop you. however! there is something i want you to do. i want you to live! ❞

volfinas; a multimuse roleplay blog as loved by bibi || feat. seox from g.ranblue f.antasy

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out of heart ;; this blog is now officially archived! i’m not 100% done with the new one but i’m too impatient to wait to post this so––– you can catch me here now. i’ll still be very sporadic but hey, at least it is a fresh start! thank you everyone for your patience always, and for still being here despite me vanishing way too often :’)

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out of heart ;; this blog is now officially archived! i’m not 100% done with the new one but i’m too impatient to wait to post this so––– you can catch me here now. i’ll still be very sporadic but hey, at least it is a fresh start! thank you everyone for your patience always, and for still being here despite me vanishing way too often :’)

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out of heart ;; this blog is now officially archived! i’m not 100% done with the new one but i’m too impatient to wait to post this so––– you can catch me here now. i’ll still be very sporadic but hey, at least it is a fresh start! thank you everyone for your patience always, and for still being here despite me vanishing way too often :’)

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out of heart ;; this blog is now officially archived! i’m not 100% done with the new one but i’m too impatient to wait to post this so––– you can catch me here now. i’ll still be very sporadic but hey, at least it is a fresh start! thank you everyone for your patience always, and for still being here despite me vanishing way too often :’)

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out of heart ;; peeks in here

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@baracafee​ : “ just let me do this for you. ” // seeing your vane has awoken my rackam muse so uh... have this lol

MISC PROMPTS FOR YOUR FEELS // not accepting

the yelp he lets out is a tad bit embarrassing for someone known as vice-captain of feendrache’s order of the white dragons; something close to a squeak but also not quite. vane had imagined no one would come to the machine room in the airship, but it seems he was still caught red handed.

“ oh, rackam! “ the young knight greets the other, sheepish smile and all. did he wrap those bandages around his arm that badly for the helmsman to offer help...? “ if you could i’d be grateful! can’t seem to do it properly with my left hand only... “

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@baracafee​ : “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” // napoleon for merlin

MISC PROMPTS FOR YOUR FEELS // not accepting

he is not one who cares for those around him, not the slightest; merlin is merely a cambion, the one in charge of watching human history unfold as the hands of time do their work –– he is an observer, it is what he always tells himself, and yet.

“ my, aren’t we feeling like the heroic type today? “ the grand caster laughs, voice perhaps a tone too broken if compared to the usual merry chirp he has. merlin then brings his staff close to the archer, healing magic working its wonders “ i’m safe already. stop saying nonsense. “

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@blostmian​​ : “   i   was   put   on   this   earth   to   do   one   thing  …   luckily ,   i   forgot   what   it   was ,   so   now   i   just   do   whatever   i   want  .   ” ( for dear arthur)

♡  -  @WOLFPUPY   TWEETS   AS   STARTER   PROMPTS  // not accepting

it is always quite worrisome for him, the moments when merlin just decides to say such things out of the blue; these bold statements are often followed by some form of trouble ( usually for him; sometimes for one of the round table knights ) be it immediately or in the next few days to come. it has been like this since he was a child, since when camelot was alive and bright –– there is absolutely no reason for it to change now. arthur adores the woman who raised him, loves and respects her as he would his own birth mother; but by past experiences ( that were many ) he still cannot control his weariness.

“ merlin... what have you done this time? “ the saber closes his eyes then, imagination running wild and free as he ponders about the worst outcome possible. it can’t be that bad.

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@artificile​ : "it's... definitely nothing compared to anything you can do, but here." to the mage of flowers, a flower crown is presented. perhaps a little crudely-made (it's a first for her, and this was the best out of multiple attempts), but it's clear that a lot of heart was put into this little gift of hers. /I HAVEN'T ANSWERED UR SUPER CUTE ASK YET BIBI BUT!!! 🥺🥺 for merlin! 💞

he is one known as frivolous; the magus of flowers who is always surrounded by flamboyance and sparkle, a lover of all things beautiful in a world made of dust and and the unsightly of human nature. they are all parts right and parts wrong –– he adores beauty, flaunts it whenever he is able to; his view of what is beautiful and what is not is much broader though or, at least, broader than what most deem it to be.

merlin cherishes the sentiment behind all things. he adores the crisp taste of growing saplings and flowers taking root deep in the lush earth, enjoys the freshness of water falling down the stream ( because all and everything within the world has a feeling and the children of mother nature are no different ). merlin loves the intensity of a busy grand city just as much as the silence of the woods. loves much more than he lets it show, not that he would ever speak about it out loud, though ( but, most of all ––– he loves the simplest emotions. all bare and honest and easy to digest, the ones that leave a warm feeling behind and the exciting tingle by his fingertips )

merlin can only smile ( funny thing, it seems it is a true one ) at the girl, a hand coming to caress the top of her head as he takes the flower crown with the other. it is a much small thing; stems all broken and woven together in simple motion, petals missing and a lack of color. it is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen and something within his ribcage swells “ thank you, little hakuno. “ it is genuine, a rarity so spontaneous it could barely be tasted. the magus places the flower crown on top of his head, a king of beauty in his own right “ i will wear it proudly ~! “

[tenkumou]

NIGHT 367: Judal & Hakuryuu

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( LITTLE ONE ) :

    The child cocks his head to the side, his dark brown bangs following suit in a crescent moon swoop obscuring his left eye. “You don’t look like you’re from here.” He states matter-of-factly, tearing out a blade of grass from the dirt and twiddling it between his pointer and index fingers. This man stuck out like a sore thumb in the 1970′s Italian countryside; the time of metal armor and dragon-slaying knights had long passed, confining medieval tales of grandeur to picture books while modern-day “warriors” camouflaged themselves in earthy tones and Kevlar helmets. Now in possession of fistfuls of soil and grass, he forcefully squeezes clumps of dark brown earth through his chubby fingers until some lands on his pantleg. “Sister Gianna said I shouldn’t talk to strangers, but I don’t think you’re very scary.”

arthur blinks once, twice, as he looks towards the source of such a calm voice –– his current master is nowhere to be seen, always preferring to leave him be and only call their servant when facing the odds of battle. dangerous? yes. but he liked it this way better too. no nagging or affection immoderate, no expectation but survival –– this little one seemed rather odd; quiet and mature for the age he appeared to be, strangely not weary of his presence despite the armor and the sword weighting by his figure. the saber then comes closer to him, kneels down with one of his legs so they can talk at the same eye level “ then the sister has taught you well, it isn’t good to talk to strangers. what if i was a scary one? “ he smiles then, as he picks a small flower to give the boy instead “ why are you alone here? “

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( THE SUN ) :

─「天照」─  being surrounded by endless snow that prevented one to get in touch with nature had taken a bit of a toll to the SUN GODDESS who brought warmth and flourish wherever she went during her time as a deity protecting the earth. this place, this world, was different from what she was used to. even the companions came from many places she had never visited before. the sound of light footsteps caught her attention.

                ‘ would you like to join me ? ’ communication via telepathy, a tender voice streaming through the other’s mind as she shifted her form, revealing a bottle of sake in her possession. ‘ it is finely brewed sake. you seem like someone who would appreciate good alcohol. ’

he calls himself an observer of human history; one whose eyes would never wander off from the tale unfolding, fingers merely turning the page no matter how cruel the ending may be. you should never meddle, never intervene –– it is what half of him says everyday since ages ago, and it is what the other half denies just as fierce. merlin is here right now in this exact moment; in a world devoid of light and warmth and flowers ( it is still the world he loves / only that now he was perhaps late to try and stop its decay ). 

this void of a place within history has its perks, however. so many heroic spirits gathered together for something greater, following a young master whose shoulders grew stronger and stronger at each hurdle and step –– if the situation wasn’t so dire, he could say it out loud ( perhaps, this is his favorite moment of all time. with beauty in equal parts to sadness ). the magus smiles at the deity, slowly sitting down to join her as he summons two small sake cups “ it would be an honor, sun goddess. my, i suppose alcohol is never too much in days like this one! “ lilac eyes wander off to one of the many huge windows within chaldea, the storm outside never ceasing.

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@kikkoued​ : ' it's ... okay for me to eat this? not just look at it? ' from kikkou to any of ur touken muses!! (BTW HIII BIBI!!!! HI!!!!)

their small kitchen had been left at a state of utter and complete disarray; floor and powder sugar all over the counter, utensils with leftover dough by the sink, ingredients not back to where they should be –– shokudaikiri-dono would have a heart attack if he saw that ( hopefully, the small note they had left promising to clean everything up once they delivered their treats would calm him down... even if just a little ). some would probably say he indulges them too much, but his little brothers wanted to make something special for aruji-sama and everyone else too. who is he to tell them ‘ no ’ ?

ichigo can only smile at the one whose expression seems so surprised, small confectionery treat being so carefully held in his hand “ of course you can, kikkou-dono. “ the tachi’s smile only widens as he gives the other even more cookies from the basket “ gokotai wanted to make tigers and midare wanted something pink... so they ended up becoming pink little tigers, i hope you don’t mind that. “

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@corrchoigilt​​ : With a hum and impish glint to his gaze, Cú has no hesitation in invading the other Caster’s space, leaning into Merlin’s shoulder as he whispers. “So. I may have procured some particularly extravagant wine from a certain golden king. Mind helping me finish it off? I doubt I’ll be able to myself before he notices it missing otherwise — “

some days in chaldea can be quite incredibly and unassumingly boring; all silence in its endless halls and no shenanigan happening at all –– for a world at the brink of collapse things here sure do lack some chaos more often than not, if you were to ask him ( most people don’t and, really? such a shame in his not so humble opinion ). merlin can only yawn, arms stretching up much like a lazy cat as he walks around; lilac eyes here and there and everywhere looking for even the tiniest bit of amusement.

just when he was about to fall into overly dramatic despair, the mage hears the voice of his savior ( oh, my hero! ). cú chulainn is one much like him, easily bored and hardly ever intimidated by even the most fearsome threats. merlin’s grin is one of an amused fox, shameless and brazen as he speaks “ my! i would love to! come, come! we should sit where we can drink calmly while sampling cheese ~ a temporary invisibility spell and he would never find us “

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@throneofcharisma​ : “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ”

MISC PROMPTS FOR YOUR FEELS // not accepting

the phrase is spoken in a quiet tone, dry as the winter winds and unwavering with its disinterest ( it is a phrasing much like them; half parts crestfallen and half parts hopeful for the unknown ). seox can only shrink his shoulders even if ever so slightly –– it doesn’t truly matter if he tries to make it imperceptible or not. he knows nehan notices, he always sees the littlest things –– he has always been a wallflower, awkward and uneasy and anxious; still doesn’t knows how to react, how to approach ( the one always hiding among moonlit shadows and not making a sound; behind a mask carefully crafted with coldness and indifference and that shattered easy when met with empathy / a coward, a coward ! ). it surprises him really, when it is nehan the who starts speaking.

“ you will live now. “ the young eternal speaks with an unusual confidence even if his face is currently bare for anyone to see; blue eyes meeting the ones mirroring his own “ you are alive. you are here. “ a pause then, a deep inhale and the slight color tinting his cheeks, voice cracking into a shy tone “ i... i’ll make sure of it. that you can live well from now on. you can trust me. “