storybook prince

priv. / sel. // mytho {as reigned by sin}

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madefate‌

       Fakir doesn’t need the sensation of something dark and thorny and icy crawling up the length of his spine to understand how absolutely, unacceptably wrong all of this is – the fact that Mytho radiates a kind of energy that sets the hairs at the back of his neck standing up straight is superfluous; he knows Mytho, he can sense the discordant, glass shattering wrongness before the other opens his mouth. That doesn’t mean something jagged doesn’t want to pierce through his ribs at the cadence of his voice, of course. That his stomach drops with the weight of the insistent reminder of his own failure ( failure, failure, like a second heartbeat ) knowing he hadn’t done his only job of protecting him. 

       ❛ That’s what I’m doing. ❜ His voice is strung like a piano wire but the self loathing, the doubt, the ( – it’s not fear; you cannot be afraid anymore ) pales under the conviction he forces into his tone. ❛ This isn’t you. I’m not leaving until you fight this, Mytho. ❜ 

( He’s right— there’s a weak whispering in the back of his mind— You know that, don’t you? )

“Shut up.” He hisses under his breath, an itch itch itch of his hand scratching faintly over his chest, as if he is trying to bury something away ( or digging something else up, perhaps ). Yes, it is not him who is wrong here, it is just a matter of making it clear to everyone else; figuring out which strings to pull to make him comply like that pitiful, not raven, girl. He has to play his cards right, though— he does not think he will lose influence over this body ( if anything, his influence is growing ), he would hate for the other to grab control while he’s off guard.

“Is this really helping?” He does not flinch to the forcefulness of the other— why would he, prince of ravens, have anything to fear? “Or should I say... is it really me that you’re helping?” Is this not for the sake of your own selfish needs? He does not say it ( and perhaps he doesn’t need to ), a tilt of his head as he peers up to observe him— gaze sharp, seeking, like a bird of prey ready to swoop in ( if ) when given the right reaction.

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graceful-cure-swan‌

Cure Swan flew to this particular location to undo her transformation, hoping there were no witnesses, so she was surprised to see an expressionless guy question her like this. She paused. There was no way she could de-transform in front of this boy, and he asked her a simple question, so not answering it was rude…

“I’m Cure Swan. I’m a Precure— a legendary warrior who protects everyone’s happiness!” she explained. If anything, she was glad that this guy was in a location that wasn’t near where she just fought; there had been too many times where a civilian decided it was a good idea to go towards the monsters instead of away from them. She was thankful for moments like these.

“May I ask who you are?”

“Why?” Another question is soon to follow— ever so bluntly, it is, perhaps, what makes him ‘human’. Protect, he knows that very well ( but for what cause? What purpose does it have? Is ‘purpose’ really needed? ). There are, of course, other questions that he has too; but none are pressing enough for him to actually speak of it.

“I don’t know.” His response to her question is as expected of him; as confusing as that might seem to one, it is at least truthful ( though if that really means anything to him is debatable ). He does not know for himself, truly, he is given names and titles that he doesn’t always know quite fit him. He supposes they must, at the very least, he can offer that much of an answer to her. “Mytho…. That’s what they say is my name.”

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swanwinged-princess‌

She colors gently, eyes glancing at him and then to the side, but takes his arm nonetheless, linking feathered wing delicately through his elbow. 

 “Thank you, my Prince, but… I- I am fine. Truly.” 

 Tilting her head, she gives him a small smile- meant to be reassuring, but really it just came out as slightly sad.

There’s a small hum in response— he does not believe her, but it is not his place to press the issue ( sure, he could if he wanted to, but she is his friend too, and he does not think he could bear to hurt her like that, so he will not press on an issue that is still an open wound ). Instead, there is a dip of his head in response. “As long as you know the offer is there.”

And like that, Siegfried will move on from the topic; not by choice, perhaps, but because there is no point in lingering on something that she does not wish to speak of— and he does not wish to ask of. Another time, perhaps, he will try again, but not now. “Join me in the gardens, then? The weather has been quite good as of late.”

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seafrightened‌

       “Oh, she wasn’t looking out for me. Little My’s motto is self-sufficiency, and if I can’t figure the forest on my own, then that’s not self-sufficient! If I were with Too-Ticky, then there’d be someone who’s worried. She gets protective, see. But Little My won’t be worried unless she hears me scream in the distance or something, and even then she’d probably be like, gee, what’d that twat get up to now, gotta go help–”

       Ninny yawned a bit. The chances of finding My, who was only a few inches tall at best, was little to none. It was getting a bit dark outside and Moominmama would grow concerned if at least Ninny didn’t make it back. She’d call for Too-Ticky to look for the small fae, and then Ninny’d get a gentle but stern earful about being out in the dark, about being alone in the witching woods. My could easily find her own way home.

       “Sure! I can sorta figure out my way home, probably.” She squinted off into the distance, which was rapidly darkening from nightfall. “Probably. How far are we from Moominvalley, would you know?”

“I...see.” Well, she’s not wrong— self sufficiency is a good skill to have ( but if a child should have to be that responsible for themselves is, well, debatable... or detestable, depending on how one would look at it ). At least someone is ( somewhat ) keeping an eye out for her; a small consolation of sorts.

A frown; probably sounds like it is certainly best that he at least make sure he sees her out to the forest's edge, especially given the time ( ah, Siegfried wished he’d brought his steed, it would have been more efficient, but he hadn’t planned on being out this far to start with ). “I am afraid I am not familiar with it. I— we don’t know much of the territory beyond the forest, save for a few neighboring kingdoms. Do you have an idea of which direction you came from, perhaps?”

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kurainburdened‌

Maya was never really one to care if her audience had an interest in what she said. Whether they liked it or not they’d have to listen to her ramble on whatever particular topic had caught he attention that moment.

Perhaps that was why she didn’t really notice the disinterested look in her audiences eyes. In fact, his glazed over gaze was more than common for when she was talking. 

Although his response did manage to spark irritation in her. “What do you mean you don’t know what kind of ramen is your favorite!!” To think she’d been going on about the minute differences in different kinds of ramen for the past hour. “Have you never had ramen before?!”

There is more certainty, this time, when he speaks; the same dull, repetitive response. “I don’t know.” To which question he is responding to is not quite clear, even to him— both, probably, in the end, it makes little difference. The time that had passed, a hunger for things, those kind of things are never a concern for him ( to even be able to have that thought occur to him in the first place would be some sort of ‘progress’ ).

A question of his own follows after a few moments, a curious thing despite the fact it does not reflect in his expression. “Is it important…? To have a favorite?”

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does anyone else ever think about how fakir is the only member of the main cast to have ever had a real childhood.

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hey! i realize i haven’t really made any sort of update / official post about this, but i’m back in school now, which means i have a lot less time to be here since i need to prioritize that. my activity will probably be more likely fri - mon, though scarce in general while i juggle around other accounts. you’re welcome to poke me for replies if i get really bad at remembering to do things here, otherwise please try to bear with me a bit. if you need me, you can always catch me on discord @ irl magical dweb #5347. thank you for understanding!!

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HORRIFIC MEME’S SPOOKY MUSE AESTHETICS.

Bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character, italicize aesthetics that can relate.

bloodied knuckles ● tear stained cheeks ● rust  ● a busted lip ● claws  ● fangs  ●  a bloody nose  ●  chattering teeth  ● a dark space underneath the bed  ● scratching noises on a wall  ● creaking metal  ● fog ● dancing under moonlight ● blood dripping lips  ● heavy breathing in the dark  ● a feeling of unexplained dread ● a figure in a dark corner  ● dirty peeling wallpaper ● a bloody hand-print on the wall ● sobbing in the dark ● bite marks on the skin  ● eerie whispers  ● a hood covering a stranger’s eyes  ● the growl of a hidden animal  ●  the sound of a blade being sharpened ● a deep, dark forest ●  walking on the streets alone at night ● a cobweb-filled, abandoned building ●  eyes darting in paranoia ● a heavy beating pulse ● the feeling of being trapped ●  struggling to get out a scream ● boards covering broken windows  ● a quiet graveyard ● a gas station in the middle of nowhere  ● a road that never ends  ● heavy fog rolling in  ● the scent of blood in the air ● eerie old photographs ● walking along train-tracks at night  ●  a chill going up the spine  ● gathering crows  ● a dusty, dimly lit study  ● mist over a deserted cobblestone street ● ghost towns  ● shadows around a campfire  ●    the sound of chanting  ● church bells tolling  ● an orange harvest moon  ● a broken down carnival  ● a dirty stuffed animal abandoned  ● wiping bloody hands on fabric ● nightmares ● waking up in a panic ● a power outage  ● heavy lightning storms  ● a secret trap door  ● the feeling of being watched  ●  fear from trauma  ● an ouija board set out on a table  ● an eerie doll ●  a scream of anguish and pain ● withered plants  ● a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  ●  owl eyes in the dark  ● curled, dead tree branches  ● a ritual altar  ● flickering candles  ● a lantern held up in the dark  ● fear of being followed  ● creaking floorboards  ● repressed, horrible memories ● clenched teeth ● soft, echoing piano keys ● an old book covered in dust  ● many pairs of glaring eyes  ● stumbling in pitch black darkness ● being stranded in the middle of nowhere  ● tarot cards on a table  ● a trail of blood

TAGGED BY: @clarafell thank you lia!!!! TAGGING:  uhhhhhh if you see this you’re tagged,,,,,

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@sapphosheiir ♡’d for a starter

“Princess.” There is a cordial dip to acknowledge her, a formality; he does not like having to be formal with people ( when he thinks everyone to be far more equal ), but those are the rules of the court they must please. He can humor them, at the very least, if nothing else; even if that perhaps means entertaining some talk, tiptoeing around subjects as the court pleases.

“Have you been well? I do not hear much about your people from here— I am afraid we have been a bit closed off, in a sense.”

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@kurainburdened ♡’d for a starter

There’s a tilt to his head— she is from some place out of town, he thinks; definites are hard most of the time, like with most things, he is uncertain. There is no will there to determine much of anything, as he sits and listens mindlessly( it goes without saying that he does not have a preference for the conversation at hand ).

A pause, when she seems to direct a question towards him; hesitation, or something of the sort, response monotonous. “I don’t know.”

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seafrightened‌

      “I should hope not!” Ninny huffed. A year ago, if anything moved too quickly towards her, she would’ve flinched and run– now, all she did was toss her fluffy red hair. What was the need to be scared, if she was safe now? 

       “Usually, it’s Too-Ticky that takes care of me,” The little fae informed, making sure this stranger knew she wasn’t normally defenseless. “She’s terribly good at fighting. But I snuck out on my own today, ‘cause I wanted to see if I’d be alright without her. I’ve received a solid no on that, and she’s likely freaked as to where I’ve gone. But I’m okay now, and thank you for keeping me safe!”

“I would hope the same.” But not every creature gives up so quickly, is what he leaves unsaid— he is around, that should be enough for now. She is spirited, Siegfried will give her that much— as children should be, quick to rebound, yet so many are not ( he cannot blame them, when he knows the dangers they face these days ).

He will smile at the information; it is relieving to know that even if moments ago she’d been in danger, this is not a commonality— at the very least, she seems to have learned her lesson. “She’s a good person, to look out for you. But perhaps, next time do not take that risk, yes? She may be worried now, but I am sure she would feel much worse had you returned harmed.” The prince is only as chiding as he needs to be; he is sure it is likely that she will get a similar sort of scolding when she returns home, but caring prince that he is cannot help but pass on some concern. “Now, I am happy to have kept you safe, but do you know your way home? I would at least like to make sure you can be on your way, safe and sound.”

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@graceful-cure-swan ♡’d for a starter 

Expression vacant, he watches a flash of blue from above, a flash of something feathery; but it is not her, he is quick to realize, left with a feeling that he can’t quite place, something he doesn’t like ( or at least, he thinks it’s something he shouldn’t like, he’s not entirely sure if he feels a dislike towards it ). It’s not quite fear— Mytho thinks, he hasn’t really got a good grasp on feelings at the moment, it’s hard to be certain. But, he can put that aside that debate for his curiosity, ah, his curiosity; that is something that he knows a little bit better, if only because the ability to question seems to come naturally to him.

“...Who are you?”

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@madefate ♡’d for a starter 

He grits his teeth; the other one ( the weak one, as he prefers referring to him as ) insists on trying to struggle, regain control, as if he was not part of him too. At least, that is what he will insist; the sooner he gives up control over this body, the better. For now, raven-blooded prince will mock him in the best way he knows: cruelty towards people, a mighty punishment for a prince who cares so much ( choosing someone he knows the prince is fond of is just an extra benefit ).

“What’s wrong, Fakir?” It is a coo— or perhaps, a caw— that accents his words; smirk smug, almost a bit sinister ( and if he seems pained at all, perhaps, it is imagined ). “I thought you wanted to help me. And yet, here you are, standing in my way. Why is that?”

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@pothermine​ ♡’d for a starter

He studies the other carefully for a moment— prince, he is; his duty firstmost is to keep the people safe ( which means deeming if the stranger is of immediate concern ). His duty, complete, means he can do the secondmost important thing to him; caring for the wellbeing of others. Releasing the grip on the hilt of his sword, Siegfried can relax a little now; a bit trusting, perhaps, to let his guard down a bit, but again— he senses no immediate danger. Humble, the prince is, a dip of his head as he addresses the other.

“Pardon my manners, but I do not think I have seen you around these parts before.” Then again, lots linger in the woods; some less human than others, more than most knows, if he had to guess. “I apologize if I am intruding on your territory, however; it is not my intentions to do so. Do you fare all right out here?”

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hey i’m going to finally kick my ass into being here so this is a starter call!! you know the drill, hit the like to get something going!

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hi sin, it's that one anon who once watched tutu because of your ahiru and fell in love with the series. i just wanted to tell you i'm really happy you've picked up mytho too and i'm sure you'll be as fantastic here as you are on ahiru! i hope you have fun.

it’s been a while since i’ve heard for you, anon!!! i hope you’ve been doing well! your never ending confidence in me is always super flattering and i appreciate every comment that you send my way. i hope that i can continue to impress. ♡♡♡

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@storiesgiven ♡’d for a starter

It is ultimately the sound of her footsteps that reach him before the sound of his name from her lips, the subtle tilt as he lifts his head. Her presence is not unusual, nor unwelcome— though, anything else would be weird for him perhaps, will or no will; greeting her with a small murmur. 

“Rue.” His gaze is unfaltering, just a hint of emotion being expressed. “What are you doing?”