madefate is an independent and selective multimuse &. multifandom rp blog. ♡ est. 2016 & rebooted 2022. ♡ same url !
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ written by CLAIRE ! ♡ EST time ♡ there may be some NSFT content; sexual NSFT will be tagged ♡ some icons & graphics ♡ NO MINORS. ♡ oc & duplicate friendly !
mun is a lesbian, so please don’t be shitty about it.
low - medium activity, usually in the evenings. all mutuals are free to tag starters or send memes at any time! i usually don’t plot or write starters, so please just continue memes. ♡ i ALWAYS accept unprompted asks and starters!
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ if i don’t get back to you OOC, it’s ABSOLUTELY not you ! it’s just health or very-full-work-schedule related.
CHARACTERS WITH HIGHEST MUSE BELOW THE CUT ♡ au, crossover information, notes under the cut
・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・ updated 7.7.2o26 ♡ capitalized fandoms are most muse+ ♡ strikethrough muses are somewhat vibing
ALL FOR THE GAME. JEAN MOREAU, renee walker, ichirou moriyama
persona 5 ( royal ). haru okumura, sojiro sakura, futaba sakura
fire emblem. edelgard, hilda, marianne, lysithea, dorothea, inigo
kpop demon hunters. rumi
overwatch. MIZUKI, kiriko, d.va, echo
pokémon. eri, arven, spark, lillie, ilima
fruits basket. kureno sohma
danny phantom. jazz fenton
percy jackson. jason grace, clarisse la rue ( * books ONLY, i don't watch the show )
miraculous ladybug. ADRIEN &. CLAW NOIR, pollen
the owl house. HUNTER
disney / fairy tales. aurora, jay & audrey (descendants)
hellaverse.* blitz, loona, emily, charlie
TESTING ♡ RE-ADDING
yuri on ice. yuri plistesky
haikyu!!. sawamura daichi
free! makoto tachibana, gou matsuoka
witch hat atelier. tetia, qifrey, ininia ( manga & anime )
v*ltron takashi shirogane / possibly testing a project hail mary &. sci fi non fandom verse, which takes priority over canon.
one of us is lying. cooper clay, addy prentiss ( book series )
AUs &. CROSSOVERS
i am happy to crossover or create an au for any of my muses for ANY of the fandoms for which i currently write characters. i usually make these verses on the fly so feel free to send me something from a different fandom without prior plotting.
in addition, i'm happy to write in any of these verses & settings:
general modern
specified modern ( pop star, college, etc )
general paranormal / supernatural
general superhero ( i don't follow a lot of marvel & dc but i have a basic knowledge and also include non-fandom super & anime super verses ! )
sci fi / space opera / firefly / project hail mary
twilight
general fantasy / ttrpg
atla
general horror
Sports Fiction
sky high
teen wolf
probably any disney property ??
NOTES
* all hazbin hotel / helluva boss posts are tagged hh tw for blacklisting purposes. / hellaverse muses on a break until helluva boss airs again
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ ❝ Lady Shion, I'm back. ❞ Mizuki pauses at the threshold, letting his nerves settle along his spine. ❝ Everything went fine. Hope nothin' got too exciting over here. ❞
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ ❝ They are not hard to use — just walk as you always would. Look, watch Ininia. ❞ Ininia waits until she knows she has Custas' attention, then lets her sleeves fall back in billowing waves to gesture with her branched hands, twisting the tree growth as if they were simply fingers made of flesh. ❝ Now, you try. ❞
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good." // from custas to ininia <3 / @quillheel
₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Ininia regards the boy with careful, half-lidded eyes. It's not the first time she's heard about the idea of being good — though she's aware that her definition is likely different from his. Him, someone who has been touched and tainted by the pointed caps, had his entire worldview twisted by their intractable sense of morality that only leaves everyone around them miserable.
❝ You don't need to be good, ❞ she says simply, as if it's simply a matter of fact. The sky is blue, the river's clear, and Custas does not have to be good. ❝ Not like they tell you, anyway. ❞ A hint of bitterness creeps into her voice like the last dregs in a cup of tea. ❝ They're not very good themselves. They tell everyone what to do, but they hold all the power for themselves. They're selfish, and cruel. ❞
Ininia is good; Ininia does what Master Restys tells her to, and she does it well as often as she can. She's not good when she is useless, of course, but she can try not to be. She can help Custas not to be.
❝ The pointed hats wouldn't help you, but Master Restys can. He can do anything. Ininia has seen this. ❞ Carefully, with a slow trepidation, she offers him a hand. ❝ So, will you be Ininia's friend ? ❞
Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. // from beldaruit to qifrey <3 / @quillheel
✦ * . ˚ ⨯ ੭ * ‧ Qifrey regards this veritable stranger with no small amount of wariness. Master Belaruit, an accomplished and revered witch — and now, apparently, Qifrey's teacher. A teacher to a boy who can't remember anything but his name and the few shards of images that sometimes come to him in sleep. How smart can someone be, to take on a charge like that ? To bring him into the depths of this ocean prison they call a great hall, as if he were some normal student ?
Down here, no matter how big the room, the walls feel as if they will collapse on him at any moment. Qifrey eyes them for a moment now, in this bedroom that should be cozy but just feels damp with phantom brine and strange with its stone facade kept safe and dry with magic.
I don't need anyone to stay here, he wants to say. He almost does. But his tongue feels too heavy and awkward in his mouth and his mind starts racing and he watches Beldaruit, looking for any sign of — anything. Deception. Anger. Clinical curiosity that sends a shiver down his spine ( — where did that memory come from ? ). And even though he finds nothing, that doesn't mean there's nothing to find. It just means he's bad at finding things.
Still, the argument doesn't come.
He imagines Beldaruit leaving, giving him the space to breathe he's been longing for, and a bolt of icy dread shoots down his spine and curdles in the pit of his stomach. Why though ? Why does that make the walls seem closer to entombing him, pressing down until he can't breathe ? Just him and the darkness and the massive ocean beyond the bricks ?
Exhaustion nips at him and he slinks lower under the covers, watching Beldaruit until he needs to look at the linens instead — unable to turn away from him, lest his new teacher slip away without him noticing.
❝ ... That's your choice, then, ❞ he murmurs, desperately hoping that it's a choice Beldaruit plans on sticking to.
