do i look knowledgable enough for this shit?

independent multi-muse blog (WIP)

[knifexe]

my rules & muse list is up. 

[hawberries]

what will you do?

(jin guangyao version)

[image is a stylized drawing of wei wuxian crawling across a flood of red, bleeding from the mouth, his eyes hidden under his disheveled hair. countless colourless, disembodied hands read out to snatch at his hair and clothes as if meaning to drag him back. near the bottom are written two phrases in bitmap text, formatted like a video game selection field: “be good” and “survive”. the second phrase is in bold, as though to indicate that it’s the current selection.]

[aleksandra-czudzak]

Illustration from OPOWIADANIE magazine  Aleksandra Czudżak

[wordfather]

*makes a smart character* *realizes im the one who has to make them smart*

[knifexe]

DING DING ♫  this is a starter call, give  this a  ♥  for a starter of varying length 

[newmotivepowers]

your name is about as easy to remember as the four ethers (who the hell knows the four ethers?) 

[me1iah-deactivated20221028]

It didn’t kill me, but something inside me died that day.

[knifexe]

stranger. 

“Are you lost?” Misaki’s tone was tight and controlled as she gazes down at Kei. A prickly sensation that was akin to what animals felt before a hurricane seemed to move against her skin. But she keeps her cool. No need to be rude. No need to cause any trouble when it’s barely her business the going-ons of each supernatural being.

“Sorry, you just don’t feel like the common passing spirit.”

 ❝ uhm— ❞  kei paused, confused by her interruption of his being, 

❝ i’m not a spirit... ❞ usually no one could tell he was  supernatural , at least not those who didn’t know of his family.  PERHAPS  he just looked that exhausted and  miserable  that the girl assumed he  had  to be a spirit—?  

❝ don’t worry, i’m not lost. ❞ 

[knifexe]

cinhel.

             “Dont mind if I do.” He humms picking up a big dumpling and stuffing the whole thing in his mouth in one go. “Hoth did you thay we wvere Payoung again?” He mumbled out through a very full mouth. 

❝ oh— ❞ kei quickly went through the inside of his dusty yukata and pulled out a bag.  clink clink.  he opened the cloth-bag to reveal a handful of coins he’d earned from helping out the old lady’s store from across the block. 

[9uys]

doug commission for @cxrteo

[adrasteiax]

What did burning flowers smell like? Something terrible, something holy?

Vandana Khanna, from Blue Madonna in “Train To Agra”

[knifexe]

cinhel.

The ravenett sucked in a breath a sharp clicking sound resulting. Did he really not notice the stares? It pissed him off. It pissed him off how trampled over he could be with that same blank stare. “Just- just value yourself more ok?”

❝ yes ❞  not really sure how much this  agreement  promised, but he did value cinhel’s advice quite  RIGIDLY.  he picked up one of the dumplings and took a bite out of it, amber eyes sparkling. ❝ have some, cinhel—! ❞ 

[knifexe]

cinhel.

@knifexe​ “You know.” He starts. “people wouldn’t treat  you so miserably if you just respected yourself a little more.” 

❝ p-people—❞ he stammered, ❝ people  DON’T  treat me  poorly. ❞ why did cinhel have the idea they did? if anything, he was  GRATEFUL  to the people around him... people like  cinhel. 

[knifexe]

4 out of 5 muses i write are all knife/dagger wielders..... a coincidence? 

[megairea]

Adonis, from Death (tr. by Samuel Hazo)

[knifexe]

riah.

    “It’s ok to be poor.” He coaxes, the voice at the back of his head whispering secrets Kei had not spoken. “There is no shame in it.” When he speaks his voice has changed, it’s lower, smoother, with the comfort and chill a cold blade brings a warm palm. It’s gone in an instant however, as Riah hops up from his seat. rummaging through a sack on the ground before producing a rather large pillow case like shirt. “Here then. If we cant use what you came in, we’ll have to use something else.” 

kei looked up to the riah’s eyes upon the accusation of shame. red like blood, there was a familiarity that grew past the ties of blood. he wasn’t ashamed of being poor, if anything, it was the opposite. maybe that’s what riah had sensed. ... despite it having been a good while since he left the comfort of his family, the term  ❛ poor ❜   still felt so  incorrect  to be referred by.

he pulled over the bag like shirt over his torso. the large fabric made kei look even tinier underneath it. it was way comfier than jute rice sacks (which he’s attempted wearing before). 

❝ thank you.. ❞ kei replied. 

[knifexe]

riah.

      He thought it a bit odd that the boy’s first response was to fret over something like a shirt. Carefully he picked it up, examining the article of clothing.  “It’s not too horrible- despite the blood- and the rip. We can probably stich it back up and i don’t know…soak it maybe? To get the blood out? Then it will look better- maybe a little raggedy but better all the same.” He tosses it back down, eyes flicking with he movement, watching Kei to catch a response. “

         “We can also just buy you a new one. You have money don’t you? I wouldn’t know, cause I didn’t go looking through your pockets and stuff. Oh- and my name is …. Riah…”

      ❝ no, it’s okay, ❞ kei quickly said in response to the generous offer. he subdued his excitement in hopes that the boy wouldn’t feel guilted into  wasting  his time on kei’s outfit. he knew he often struck a nerve of  PITY  in many.  he should easily be able to find another piece of clothing in the dump, hopefully one that is  red  so the  blood  wouldn’t look so  ODD. 

      ❝ thank you so much for aiding me..,  riah. ❞