𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞.

won’t   you   hold   my   hand   as   i   go   under   ?

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#BLOG HAS BEEN ARCHIVED.    can be found on the same URL.

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little update post, i´m not dead; i am just remaking this blog and my other two blogs. felt like i needed a fresh start (though i'm moving over some threads and asks to the other blog). i don't want to rush things, so i'll extend my mini hiatus a bit longer.

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i totally forgot to post this, but i am starting my new job tomorrow. so replies and activity will be slightly more sporadic as i try to get into this new schedule.

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just reblogging this to say that this is still true, but i'm getting used to the new schedule, and i'm finding more time to sit down and write.

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                      ❝   well  —  look who we have here, @seraphynm   ❞   his words were laced with the faintest hint of agitation.  he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing she unsettles him.  mutual,  no doubt.  neither of them would ever choose to linger in the other's company.   ❝   finally found the time to seek me out ?   ❞   his arms cross in both a defensive and defiant manner.   ❝   a pity.  i was just starting to enjoy the rare peace and quiet here.   ❞   it would have been better and simpler had she stayed away.  but she's here,  and he already knows why.   ❝   so what now ?  do you mean to scold me for giving the citizen you are responsible for closure ?    ❞  

[nanakorobiyaokii]

𝖦𝗈𝖽𝗌, 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗒 — 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈! 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 “𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋”.

[deathsmaidens]

જ⁀➴ ♡ ⠀ @lumoire,  fantasy settings & locations prompts. ﹕ [ 20 ]  a strange village doused in darkness, the streets teeming with cloaked figures and suspicious individuals   (from anaxa)

⠀⠀  there  are  many  names,   epitaphs  &  titles  associated  with  the  name  𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒖  𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆   ⸺   but  scholar was  rarely  one  of  them.   similarly,   the  grove  of  epiphany  was  one  of  amphoreus’  landmarks  that  had  struggled  to  keep  her  interest.   she  didn’t  lack  a  thirst  for  knowledge,   though  her  means  of  chasing  the  unknown  would  often  transcend  conventional  research.   what  mingate  missed  was  the  patience  for  philosophy   ⸺   she  was  a  woman  that  valued  action  above  all  else.   if  she  couldn’t  have  that,   then  she  needed  to  compromise  with  something   (  or  someone)   that  would  keep  her  tethered.

⠀⠀  alas,   the  days  of  routines  in  the  grove  were  no  more.   the  black  tide  had  wreaked  havoc  upon  the  haven  of  knowledge  &  for  once,   milou  had  nothing  to  do  with  it.   subsequentially,   the  stench  of  death  hung  heavy  in  the  air   ⸺   a  mark  of  calamity  that  she  had  grown  intimately  familiar  with,   yet  it  felt  hauntingly  foreign  at  the  same  time.   she  could  hear  the  echoes  of  the  dead,   feel  the  remnants  of  their  souls  that  had  yet  to  pass  on,   but  none  of  them  were  within  her  reach.   even  after  its  destruction,   the  grove  had  left  her  with  more  questions  than  answers.  

⠀⠀ therefore,   she  had  no  choice  but  to  keep  coming  back  &  as  always   ⸺   it  would  not  disappoint  with  surprises.  ⠀ ❝  sir  anaxagoras?  ❞ ⠀  a  living  soul  was  the  last  thing  she  expected  to  still  roam  around  this  place,   though  she  should  have  known  better.   in  both  life  &  death,   the  grove  was  home  to  more  than  a  few  lunatics.  ⠀ ❝  you  shouldn’t  be  here.  ❞

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                      the grove of epiphany.  reachable once more because mydei holds the black tide at bay.  and yet,  returning to this place feels bitter.  twice now,  he has lost his home.  twice,  powerless to stop it.  you cared for them,  the voice of cerces echoes in his head.  he doesn't answer.  he doesn't need to.  of course he had.  this is where he sought refuge,  where he grew into a scholar.  where he founded his own school and dared to teach other.  a man of logic,  but if he still had a heart,  it would be weeping for what the grove has become.      

                      his footsteps echo hollowly through the hallways.  towards the notes hidden in his secret laboratory.  the last fragments of work he will ever salvage from this place.   but then he hears a familiar voice.  familiar and impossible to forget.  a former student.  ❝   mingate,   ❞   she has learnt manners,  it seems.  to think that of all his unruly,  chaotic students,  she alone would choose to call him by his full name.

                      ❝   this was once my home,   ❞   and hers.   ❝   the crown prince holds back the tide.  it is safe enough.   ❞   he turns to face her.   ❝   i have all reasons to be here.   ❞   to get his research,  to honour the fallen students and teachers.  a pause,   ❝   what are you doing here ?   ❞   a faint bitter scoff passes his lips,   ❝   if you were hoping for a class reunion,  you're far too late.   ❞    

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This was the first time in several days that the chance to rest had been given. At least in regard to allowing himself such a notion but yet here he was. Not particularly resting much besides simply sitting in this chair. Golden eyed gaze fixed on the infirmaries bed along with the foxian man who lay in it asleep. The general could hardly rest, not when his mind had been setting about from one thing to another. In the aftermath of things it was to be expected but still the hidden stress remained at the back of Jing Yuan’s mind.

He’d been private when it came to the worry that was felt for Jiaoqiu — the way his heart had sank upon learning of the severe injuries. It wasn’t something the general shared with anyone outside of a brief display of concern. Not when people probably hardly knew of their relationship, even if his heart wanted nothing more than to go to Jiaoqiu’s side. There were still things to be done & duties taken care of as the general of the Luofu.

Nighttime may not have allowed him the opportunity of rest but it’d given Jing Yuan this private moment. One where most others were asleep under the glow of the moon while he silently say here. Arms folded over his body, simply watching the gentle rise & fall of the foxian’s chest.

↪ starter for @lumoire ( jiaoqiu )

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                      a doctor must give it his all even when his own body falters.  the war had stripped the colour from the world,  left him disillusioned,  heartbroken.  flavours turned to ash on his tongue.  what was joy ?  what was life when even food had abandoned him ?  she came to him then when he needed someone the most.  and so he gave her everything.  every remedy,  every dish,  every quiet prayer and promise to find a cure.  feixiao  —  and moze too  —  always remained the centre of his attention.  but there had been another in his heart.  jing yuan.  when death neared,  he had whispered an apology in silence.  forgive me,  a-yuan,  i leave too soon.  another name for the dead.  another ghost to haunt the general.

                      but jiaoqiu lived.  through torn flesh and shattered bone.  through pain that should have made him breathe his last breath.  sightless now,  bandages cover his eyes.  but feixiao lived and the cost he endured felt almost trivial in comparison.  the air is heavy,  pungent with medicine.  too sharp and too much.  a dry rasp escapes,  his voice weak,  trembling,  but clear enough :   

                      ❝   where  …   where am i ?   ❞   

[freetheworms]

listen. if u like/reblog my posts fairly frequently, u better believe that i have noticed ok. even if we don’t ever talk. if we aren’t even mutuals! doesn’t matter. i see you. i see your URL pop up in my notifications every so often. and when it does? oh, when it does……… i’m like “oh hey there’s my buddy! gee i sure missed u pal!” and i get real happy for a minute ok. sorry, i don’t make the rules.

[wisheswagered]

Getting to know the place... it's not a bad idea - as much as Richard's able to do so, anyway. Nothing within the walls of the manor will be able to prepare him for the reality of the games it will drag them away to, Frederick thinks, but at least everything is still new to him for the moment. That itself is something worthy of envy.

In the end, Frederick's not sure what it is that stops him from walking away. Perhaps it's suspicion, and a need to learn more about this new participant before they're forced to work together, their lives dependent on each other's goodwill - as meaningless a concept as life might be, now. Maybe it's pity, instead... or the faint desire to see exactly how he reacts when he figures out what it is he's truly become trapped in.

"If you'd like, I suppose I could show you around." Frederick starts to speak, still feeling some reluctance, but unable to resist his morbid curiosity. "I'll let you decide. But let me give you one piece of advice."

"However ready you think you are for what's going to happen next... it won't prepare you for the reality you'll be facing. But you'll learn to live with it, just like the rest of us did. ...And don't let your pride get the best of you. We'll be relying on each other now, whether you'd like it or not."

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                      ❝   you are willing ?  marvelous !   ❞   hands come together in a sharp clasp of excitement unfeigned this time.  no mask.  no performance.  richard is delighted.  a companion in this wretched mansion where everyone betrays for their own gain.  those are hard to come by.  whether they part as brothers-in-arms or enemies with daggers in each other's backs,  time will tell.  but for now,  richard wears the face of the perfect friend.  frederick will want for nothing.

                      a blink less measured follows.   ❝   how omnious,   ❞   it is,  and yet he smiles.   ❝   but duly noted,   ❞   hand to chest in a parody of chivalry,  a knight's salute.   ❝   as my senior,  you may rely on me.  defending others is knight's duty,  after all.   ❞   a delusion perhaps.  but richard sterling has always been an eccentric man,  and the armour of his own fantasy suits him too well.

                      ❝   where to ?   ❞   

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sunday ( hsr ) / karna ( fate ) / remilia scarlet ( touhou ) / brynhildr ( fate ) / blade ( hsr ) / jiang cheng ( mo dao zu shi ) / klein moretti ( lord of mysteries ) / azul ashengrotto ( twst ) / anaxa ( hsr )

honorary mentions : claude & leon (fire emblem 16 & 14), aesop, richard and matthias (idv)

tagged by : @chaieos (you made me suffer with this one) tagging : @deathsmaidens @solaurous @lunaetis @lujidao @seraphynm @apocryphis and you if you haven't done it already.

[kaaasik]

"everything in the name of Idrila"

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                      sudden and unwanted,  this game is forced ‘pon him  :  fight with a servant for a so-called holy grail.  a wish-granting device.  anaxagoras had laughed when he first heard it  —  and it makes him laugh still.  instead,  his eye stays fixed ’pon the glass before him.  the liquid in the test tubes swirls gently as footsteps echo into the grove's laboratory.   ❝   though the notion intrigues in theory,   ❞   a faint humourless curve at his mouth.   ❝   i have no desire for it.   ❞  

                      he has no need of gods to grant his desires.  no need of some trinket to do his work for him.  if his wishes are to be fulfilled,  they will be carved with his own hands.  a pause before he sets the tube aside,  turning only halfway in his seat.   ❝   unless,  of course,  there is something you have not told me @paramythas ?   ❞   his students would not cling to such folly.  he holds them in too high regard.  no they would not stumble into such childish belief. 

[ra3kiv]

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                      ❝   an interesting development,   ❞   arms folded across his chest,  scepticism laced in his sharp gaze.  he hadn't expected this.  not a look without malice.  not a face that didn't wish him dead.  if looks could kill,  he'd have died a hundred times already.   ❝   and not entirely unwelcome.   ❞   what to make of it ?  the way they see the titan's soul within him.  cerces lingers only watching the scene unfold.   ❝   i thought either of them might send a spy.   ❞   his eyes narrow,  giving @zorkaya a measured glance.   ❝   & yet  —  you don't seem the type to serve the council or the antikytheran.   ❞

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fair warning: i am switching up some things around here and the other blogs. primarily i want to be focusing more on plots than dynamics. i don't mean that everything needs to be plotted in detail or how our muses will respond, but i want there to be some kind of story that makes things memorable. what is happening in the story? what are details that we can use to push a plot forward and make things interesting. looking back, the threads that did have such plotting remained memorable for me and were always easy to write. i kind of miss that, miss how it used to be in general, and i want to have that back again. to not write a dynamic but a story instead.

additionally, i want to spice up my writing a bit 🌶️ (reinventing my writing style for the 37th million time) and mess around with formatting and phrasing. so if it is all over the place, you now know why.

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lowkey but what is the point of creative writing if you let AI write everything for you.

[sviteer]

Anaxagoras