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multimuse fandomless oc blog. please read carrd prior to interaction. characters have dark themes to their backgrounds. interact with caution and know that i will never have pedoincest topics on this blog. it's at least 75% just gore
written by frankie / fran. 21+ only.
' woooow ! ' wonder sends him sailing over the wall that he's kept himself cleverly half hidden behind ; he lands in front of the other only after the metaphorical show was over , all eagerness and enthusiasm without any hints of human terror . the questions are practically bursting from under his seams : ' hey , hey ! how did you manage to do that ? ' too late now , he's seen it . he'd pester until he had an answer that satisfied the enormous appetite of his curiosity . ' do you think i could do something like that , too ? ' // @lapineath
Fingers squeeze tightly around the throat of the victim as light fades from their eyes. Rot recovers and, for a moment, Valerian is relieved. This area is secluded enough and no one comes this way. The coast is, by all means, clear. Clear, of course, until he pipes up—
A witness? A witness to her crime, seeming oddly pleased at the idea of it? If looks could kill, that look in her eyes proclaims all he'd need to know of the dangers ahead, yet he seems to lack fear altogether. The interest is mutual; Valerian's ears move from warily folded back to perked right up. Having anyone know is a detriment, but should he be persuadable...
"Maybe!" Valerian doesn't entirely understand the power itself, after all. The best answer she could provide is that simple maybe. The body is dropped— left callously on the ground as the rabbit trots closer. Covered in stitches and scars, silvery hair and adorably wide eyes... Such delightfully childish demeanor! It isn't enough for her to lower her guard, no, but if it's an act then she'll act just as well.
"It's a power unique to myself, it seems, but I'm sure that with enough determination that anything is possible!" Her smile is bright; deceptively sweet as her hands rest behind her back.
"What are you doing here, by the way, dear?" More importantly... "Are you alone?"
the i am thou , thou art i bullshit only goes so far -- she's still a persona out and about , looking and acting way more humanlike that he's ever seen before . furthermore , what's with this we care deeply for our companions ? he hopes valerian hasn't said anything like that around the rest of SEES . they'll never let him hear the end of it .
... but he is glad she's feeding them , there's no denying that . they'd probably all be subsisting off wilduck if not for her .
" they'd eat . they know how to feed themselves . " like he isn't talking to his persona , who is very aware of his own heart . whatever . " still doesn't explain how you're apart from me . personas aren't supposed to summon themselves , y'know . "
"If you don't know how I'm here, then neither do I." Yet her attitude seems to indicate more than what she's willing to let on, her eyes fixated on sizzling meat rather than the origin speaking with her. Valerian had always been a mysterious protagonist in those novels. Even should her thoughts be documented, her guilt made plain to see, there was one thing the two of them held in common that had grown exceedingly obvious:
Neither Shinjiro nor his persona like to reveal more than necessary.
"If I weren't here, why, they'd have nothing but junk to eat!" The more they speak, the more it feels as though she's reading his thoughts. Being cut from the same cloth helps, surely. "Isn't it more important that they're properly cared for than suffering in our absence?"
@bloodycharge kiss me
INSANE that this is where she began
A reckless teen, covered in blood and truly something Merry hadn't seen in... what feels like an eternity, really. They don't know when they'd have seen such a sight; as far as they're aware, they've been alone for so long, no visitors in sight, all because they'd opted to live such a distance from civilization. It's a miracle the boy lived when they'd healed him.
On top of that, having an extra hand with daily life is nice, too.
"Oh, those bags can go over there—" answers Merry, having been poised the question of where to set down the fertilizer, a hoe in hand as they trot to their one-person farm. It's tough work for one person, they'll admit, but if they couldn't handle this self-sufficient lifestyle...
Well, they've always just had to. Loneliness comes naturally to them.
"Thanks, Shinji." A thought hits them like a truck and, as per usual, they're fretting over him like a mother would over a son. Merry steps a bit closer, body waving around as they make sure he didn't open up any wounds, hands clutching their hoe so closely that they must've forgotten they left their staff inside.
"You— You feel okay, right? Nothing hurts? More than usual, I mean— not that I want you to hurt like usual! That'd be great to fix, too, but I don't know if I know a good medicine for that yet but I'll keep trying since a child like you shouldn't have to suffer not that you're really a child but I mean more that compared to me I thinkyou'reachildandreallyIgetsoworriedabout—"
A gasp, catching their breath. Oh, goddess above, they're saying too much again. Merry's ears flop sadly against their head.
"...Sorry. Um. Like I said— I mean, asked... you... You're okay, right?"
& — @bloodycharge / starter call.
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is valerian brewing tea , or medicine ? the more she says , the more she sounds like a village healer , insisting that the medicine tastes bad because it's good for you . is she trying to relax him with some nice , soothing herbs , or is she just straight up drugging him ?
" are you even makin' tea ? " he asks it out of concern , not because he doesn't want to admit that she's absolutely right about him . of course . shinji isn't prideful like that . " what're you puttin' in there ? it had better not be anything weird . "
...Shinjiro dares to question her capabilities? Infurating, maddening, and PISSING HER OFF! If she wasn't trying to help him here, she would be grabbing him by the jaw and pouring the hot tea directly in his mouth. Alas, that shall but remain a fantasy, taking a teacup from her bag and pouring the mixture there instead.
If she could smell right now, she'd certainly take in the pleasant scents of the tea. The cup, placed on a saucer that she also seemed to manifest from thin air, is carefully held out to the poor, sleep-deprived boy.
"If you think it's weird, I'll down it all here and now, but I can assure you that it'll do nothing more than help you." A huff. "Now, if you aren't going to explain what your issues are, drink this tea."
Eyes bore holes into the teen; Valerian is making it clear that she won't stop until he does exactly what she says.
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“I fall asleep whispering "I am safer alone I am safer alone l am safer alone l am safer alone" [...] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.”
— Clementine von Radics, from James
an hour straight of listening to "girls just wanna have fun"
Many creatures crawl about the earth and below to hunt and to devour. Annie is familiar with the kinds she can destroy and the others that she must let live--Mortals, however cruel and unjust and dark their hearts may be, are meant to be shown mercy in all things. Not that the sentiment has ever applied to themself. Half-mortal is different. Half-devil makes for no allowances, even for the most devout. There is the way of things or there is the deathly fire of the angels to pay for it.
Bright yellow eyes flick upward from beneath her eyeglass lenses. There's a slight tint to them that makes her irises look milky from the front. They almost pass for a normal light brown that way. As if its ears and horns wouldn't give away all the rest on first glance.
"Famous?" Annie's voice is a small thing, soft in tone but full and low. It's no surprise that people in this area might have heard she was coming. Many keep to themselves of course, but... this does not seem like a resident. There's too much intensity, too much open and close interest. Annie is not a trusting priest: It turns partway so the rabbit-eared person will have one of its shoulders facing them now rather than the easy target of its back. "I wasn't aware." That would be a bad thing, if everyone knew about it. If everyone could find it.
There isn't an immediate trace of the demonic that reaches her senses, but that doesn't make all of this any less of a threat. But--"Have you come for help? Judgement?" This is their duty; Annie never strikes first, never shirks the blessing of her work, and there is always more to do, there is always someone to offer aid. They stop in place and fold their leather-gloved hands together in front of their waist. Next to this person, she may not seem very tall physically, but there is a sense that she is taking up more space unwillingly than she appears to be. This path beneath the setting sun, between small villages and souls nigh-damned, may be a site for some greater task that the creator of all has set them on. It cannot turn away until it is sure there is nothing else to be done.
"I'll warn, I am a Reverend, but I am not a harmless confessor," and she means it wholeheartedly as a warning. Annie will not be attacked on the road like some parable character and be laid waste to. Her head tilts a little to one side. Beneath her long coat and skirt there is a soft rustling of metal and wood. Her collar is still starched and clean. "My work is exciting to you?"
In comparison to Annie's stature is Valerian a rather overbearing individual: tall, broad, with green eyes that look not at, but through. There is no doubt that he is viewing the person in front of him as an individual, but something about that gaze tells more than he lets on. Those eyes tell of someone searching. The rabbit stands straight, takes a singular step back and feigns that innocent demeanor which many have fallen for.
"Forgive me— I promise I don't mean any ill will. I, too, am something of a holy woman! I only wished to introduce." A hand over his chest, facial expression turned soft and welcoming. They say the devil is always inviting and for an individual such as Valerian, this statement has never rung more true. Fingers hold the hem of his dress as he gives a curtsy with eyes gently closed.
"Valerian Rosewalker. I travel the world in search of those in need, providing healing and protection." He returns to standing upright, a brief swipe across fabric to ensure the skirt doesn't rest strangely along his body. Fingers press against fingers as he smiles, bright and excited, their sinister desires hidden behind a cheerful mask. "I'd always wanted to speak with a fellow devout! Or, at the very least, picked your brain about faith itself."
A pause, however, as he can't help but chuckle. To interrupt the Reverend's duties simply for the sake of introduction would be impolite, would it not? The notion isn't lost on him; he won't be so callous, no. The village which lay ahead had long-since been plagued by curses and daemons alike, all leading to poor harvests and even poorer citizens. How horrible! How terrible! The dangers it posed would certainly permit assistance, wouldn't it? Which is why—
"But, of course, that can wait until after we have helped the people of the town you're headed for. How does that sound, miss?"
Irritating, shameful, pathetic!!! Fandaniel loves those words! He used to be a respected scientist, worthy of great things, capable of great beauty and great terror, and all it did was make him suicidal! Why ever try! Why ever bother! It's so much more fun to be a worm crawling in the mud if all it results in is hating yourself. Get rid of your pride, cast it away: that's the only thing Fandaniel cares about anymore, the only thing he cares about anyone denouncing. And either way it doesn't really matter since he'll get his way in the end.
He claps his hands once and keeps them stilled like a great big clasping motion. It looks like he's praying. Of course, he is not. "Denounce you?! Oh. You wound me, Valerian." A half-bow. He's making a mockery of every visual of respect that he can while not really thinking of it at all. "I just came to check on you. My towers are siphoning aether quite smoothly, so I was curious what you, as someone who cannot die, think of my mass suicide plan. I think I orchestrated it quite well, but well: I'm open to critique if you have any! Oh, but please keep it constructive."
How uncouth— how disgusting, her face scrunched with each theatrical action Fandaniel would thusly display. Valerian does not look at him in any manner save for a glower; like a hunter would gaze upon its rotting prey, so wretched and untouchable that he dare not carve its flesh for supper. A long-nailed finger twirls her locks around it as she only huffs with rolling eyes.
"Your idea of checking on typically entails further treachery," the warrior sneers. The towers siphon aether akin to her own foul power which keeps her flesh fresh; she does not enjoy the parallels between them and the words her supposed comrades utter. A crime against all those who exist in this planet, they say in earshot, unaware that rejection of this evil rejects her entire existence.
She does not dare to chime in. It would damn her more than help her situation, for it is monstrous. Valerian already knows that she is a monster. It is only a matter of time before they discover her— discover the beast within their ranks who would sacrifice comrade and kin alike for another painless minute.
"But if you so truly want my opinion, I regret to inform you that this shall not be enough to kill me." Less aether only means that she will become a vacuum: in desperate search of further fuel, a true creature which hunts all with aether within sight. If she truly had any humor in her, she would laugh.
"You would not achieve the true oblivion you seek."
going through my discord messages of when i'd rant about merry and valerian's dynamic in the narrative and
a big theme is that "hurt people hurt people" and thats what valerian represents in the narrative while merry's pov initially views this mysterious rabbit who slaughtered everyone as a monster, valerian's pov is that everyone in the village were monsters and in an attempt for a blaze of glory as chronic illness intended to take her, she decided to take them with her as revenge valerian was abandoned. by family, friends, everyone and treated like air which also isn't 100% true as valerian is an unreliable narrator but also it is indeed 99% true. the most anyone did was sneak food for her to survive but anyways valerian grew with never experiencing love. merry has known love— has given love and shown care and thats why merry and valerian's dynamic is so significant and i do think its beautiful the beauty of there being a "chosen one" not by gods or fate or anything but because no one else can understand the villain more than her victim, only for love to be that which saves everyone
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i just really want to share that the rabbit people of this universe are typically very tall and that surprisingly, valerian at 6'6" without the ears, is considered on the shorter end while merry at 7'8" without the ears is considered above average, but in the time period theyre from they would be considered average and tall respectively. in the 3000+ year gap, the only real change was that the average rabbit is taller than before.
yes this is where i reveal the lore that bigfoot is in fact a real myth in this universe and yes it was absolutely a rabbit person spotted deep in the woods.
