But hello my name is Miasma! Iโm 28 and my pronouns are she / her. This isnโt my first time running a multi muse but please bear with me as I get used to all of this again.
Mutuals Only / Selective!
Minors and Personals please do not interact! You will be blocked. Let me know if you are a side blog and I wonโt but I will not tolerate minors on this account. Yes some muses are young but I prefer to interact with people my age for my own comfort. I would also like to state that NSFW / shipping and people I interact with must be 20+. Itโs just more comfortable for me that way
No art here belongs to me and i will edit in the correct credit soon! If any artists want me to stop using their art I will happily do so!
Art of Tanjuro and Doll Yoriichi is by Corvidel on TikTok and Bluesky .More Tanjuro by Ijessbest on Instagram.
Art of Argenti for Gabriel is by Giingerja on Twitter
Beetlejuice art in icons by : arbuzyansky , crazycometspecular , cubicle785c , heโs-my-creepy-old-guy
Current most active muses ( bold is most active ) : Mononoke ( Ri and Kon ), Resident Evil muses, ASOIAF muses, Backrooms Muses, WHA Muses, The Pitt muses.
More under the cut for Rules / Muses, verses and more!
Lastly this account will be heavily Headcanon based along with canon based. Some AUโs and such will be tagged as well. Spoilers will also be present here but everything will be tagged correctly.
Link to the doc and creator I use for my multi
Ghost side blog โ> @vcmperic
Side acc โ > @unholymicsmas
MAINS / AFFILIATES : ( doubles are fine ๐ )
@a-hell-of-a-time ๐|| @jc-helluva-mumu ๐, @sirenum ( multiple muses, LITERALLY MY WIFE HOW DID I NOT HAVE YOU HERE ) ๐. @bravcguardian ( Aether, Flins and more! ๐ )
( hellverse blogs here bc theyโre my friends and I adore them. I am no longer in the fandom ).
Please know just because I have mains doesnโt mean I wonโt interact / ship with your muse whoโs the same, I will love on all of them. Itโs just if thereโs an au or character I refer to itโs either them or my own lil take on lore! I will also take doubles etc of the same muses!
- this is a no hate account! No ships or anything will be bashed here but if you feel uncomfortable with a ship let me know and I will tag it.
- I just want you guys to know that this is a ship safe space as long as itโs legal and somewhat healthy.
- I donโt interact with ocs who say theyโre related to a muse without discussing it first! I apologize for that but sometimes Iโm just not comfortable with that. I like to discuss things in detail!
- other than that please donโt hesitate to message me if you have any problems!
- ABSOLUTELY NO DRAMA. All drama will be soft blocked / hard blocked.
HE EMITTED A SOUND THAT COULD HAVE BEEN A CHUCKLE, yet it resembled more the wet clatter of pebbles in a throat scorched by dragonfire. He adjusted his stance, a tremor coursing through his battered body, and a faint smirk flickered at the melted edges of his lips.
"Dead?"
He rasped, the word hissing through a gap where a cheek once was.
"The tales of my demise were simply a convenient lie for those who found my existence troublesome. My foes seized my crown, Daeron, and they took my throne, but they overlooked the fact that a man who has already faced the flames is incredibly hard to extinguish."
His eyes, those murky, bloodshot voids, suddenly sharpened, the pupils narrowing into needle-like points of FOCUSED HATRED. He didnโt gaze at Daeron in that moment; rather, he stared beyond him, toward the horizon where the distant peaks of the Dragonmont jaggedly tore into the sky.
The memory of the heat, not the gentle warmth of a fire, but the deafening, SEARING ROAR OF VHAGARโS BREATH, flooded back into his senses. He could almost feel the skin of his face bubbling and melding, the exact moment his world transformed into a whirlwind of pain and treachery.
AEMOND HAD NOT MERELY AIMED TO KILL HIM; HE HAD INTENDED TO OBLITERATE HIM, TO LEAVE HIM AS A CHARRED RELIC IN THE EARTH WHILE HE CLAIMED THE THRONE.
That hatred was the sole thing that remained solid when everything else had liquefied. It was a cold, unyielding stone lodged in the center of his ruined chest, and he clutched it now, the phantom sensation of it granting him the strength to cease his trembling.
โAemond, tried to kill me brother, and he will do the same to you, can you not see, we are threats, to his false hopes, to rule these lands.โ
He listens to his brother, brows furrowing slightly at what he was telling him. So he knows Rhaenerya is on the throne. But Aemond is currently missing. That he probably didnโt knowโฆ nor the fact their uncle wished Daeron to be king.
A frown comes to his lips as Tess soon settles on the ground. Lying down to let Aegon rest and settle against her properly. But her eyes remain on Daeron, watching his reactions in case of anything.
โUncle Ormund already wishes me to be king. Brother I donโt want thatโ he says shaking his head nervously. Looking Aegon in the eyes, he means it. He didnโt want any of this but thereโs a fear in there. Like if he didnโt do as he says something would happen to him as well.
โI donโt know what heโd do to you if he saw you were aliveโฆโ his voice soft, trembling slightly. Heโs scared of the man he calls his uncle. The man who raised him.
The sound that emerged from her was not a typical laugh, BUT RATHER A SEQUENCE OF RHYTHMIC, CLICKING VIBRATIONS THAT RESONATED THROUGH HER CHEST, a sonic echo of the golden beast residing beneath her skin. It was the sound of a predator basking in a warm patch of sunlight, a golden melody that signified her total surrender to the moment.
"A plan.โ She said, her voice a deep, resonant purr that seemed to vibrate the very wood of the bedframe. "First, the stillness of the den. Then, the flight to the wild."
Again the laughter that flowed from her was not the light, airy sound one might expect from a woman, but a series of rhythmic, clicking vibrations that quivered through her ribs, A SONIC REMNANT OF THE GOLDEN BEAST THAT RESIDED WITHIN her. It was a sound of pure bliss, the noise of a predator who had finally discovered the ideal sunlit spot to coil up. For her, the idea of a 'nap' transcended a mere break in the day; it was a plunge into the warm, heavy currents of a shared sanctuary.
โSleep, yes, sleep.โ
As she did not merely lie still; she transformed into a living shroud, her limbs conforming to the shape of his sleeping form with an accuracy that approached the architectural. She observed the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyelashes danced in the depths of a dream, and felt a wave of possessive patience.
TO A DRAGON, time flowed like a river of molten gold, and she was content to float in the current of his slumber, relishing the scent of his skin and the lingering warmth of their union. She allowed him to drift in that gentle, human haze, knowing that the man who would awaken would be the raw material she planned to sculpt into something everlasting.
That was taken a bit too seriously. Barely able to even put on his own clothes he tried to be quick with it. Hair a mess still, clothes wrinkled but at least he had his boots on. Stumbling along with her he was led out far past the city, into the deep woods till they come to an opening. A large open field is laid out before them.
Looking out theyโre far enough from the city so that no one will see them. Looking to Sunfyre he raises a brow.
โAre you sure this will work? Or are you just messing with me?โ He canโt help but ask as he runs a hand through his hair.
The man standing before Daeron did not walk; HE DRAGGED HIMSELF FORWARD, a mere shadow of a man pieced together by charred leather and an overwhelming, desperate will to survive. He resembled a landscape of melted wax and festering wounds, his breath a wet, rattling noise that resonated in the humid atmosphere. This being, this broken remnant of humanity, GAZED UP WITH EYES THAT WERE CLOUDED AND BLOODSHOT, blinking slowly as if struggling to recall the function of light. He was a mere shell, hollowed out by dragonfire and the unbearable burden of a crown that had ultimately shattered him.
He remained silent at first; he simply crumpled forward, his last reserves of strength giving way as he leaned against the warm, shimmering scales of Tessarionโs side. A sound escaped him, a mix of a sob and a choke, as his fingers weakly grasped at the dragon's hide. HE HAD ARRIVED NOT AS A KING OR A CONQUEROR, but as a broken soul in search of the one person in the world who had never demanded he be anything other than a brother. The arrogance that had characterized his youth had been scorched away in the fires of the pits, leaving only a raw, aching desire for refuge.
Tess lets out a surprised noise, copper eyes watching him as he pressed himself against her warm scales. Her maw twitches at the sob, a look of concern in those big eyes as she looked to her rider.
Daeron however was in a mess of shock. Eyes wide and following the lumbering figure as he pressed himself to his dragon. Then he calls him brother. And it clicks. What he was told of what Aemond did was true but he was told Aegon had died? How is he here before him?
โI thoughtโฆ brother I was told you were dead.โ
Her smile was not a mere human expression of happiness; it was a gradual, SMOLDERING IGNITION OF HER SPIRIT. It originated deep within her golden eyes and spread outward, a predatory satisfaction reminiscent of how a dragon surveys the horizon just before the first flash of lightning. She sensed the tremor in Aegonโs chest, the subtle vibration of a man who feared the heights she offered yet yearned for the plunge.
HE WAS ANXIOUS, she could taste the salt of his worry, the lingering essence of a king who had spent his life preparing for the next betrayal, but to her, this vulnerability was simply the shell that would eventually shatter to reveal the ember within.
โThese terms, are good for us both.โ
She did not perceive a man with limited potential; she envisioned a creature in the process of becoming. FOR A DRAGON, mating was not just a biological necessity or a fleeting moment of pleasure; it was a fusion of essences, a tumultuous and exquisite clash of two souls striving to unite into a single, everlasting flame.
In the rhythmic friction of their bodies, SHE SOUGHT NOT ONLY THE WARMTH OF HIS SKIN; she was marking him, inscribing her golden signature into the very core of his being. She infused her ancient, blazing will into the depths of his spirit, confident that the fire she bore would ultimately find a home in his blood.
A soft clicking sound echoed in her throat, a sound that would have resonated as a roar in the skies of Valyria, but here it emerged as a gentle, MELODIC LAUGHTER. She drew back just enough to gaze into his purple eyes, her expression one of playful superiority.
โI can teach you, but not here, we wonโt want to scare the people you have lived with, best we find somewhere remote, and far away, and I can show you, we can try, but I know, I can taste it, you will be successful.โ
Their eyes meet and heโs stuck staring at her. Listening to that melodic laughter, the way her face crinkled and how human she seemed right here. He canโt help himself but caress her cheek. Admiring her beauty that she chose just for him.
โEven if nothing works I will admitโฆ I quite miss your shimmering scalesโ he says looking her over. Lips pursed as he looks away for a moment in thought.
โSounds like a plan though, getting away from the city for a day may do me some goodโ he says as he meets her gaze once again. A kiss pressed to her head.
โHowever, now Iโd like to nap. Seems the excitement has finally died downโ he says laying his head back against the pillow with a huff. Eyes closing as he lets sleep hopefully take over.
Plotted started for @fallesto . Ft. Daeron and Aegon.
Itโs a low clicking he hears from Tess that grabs his attention. A hand gently resting on her neck as as a call escapes the dragons throat. A song of different clicks and screeches as she moved in front of her rider. A protective stance as her head tilts. Eyes studying the man before her. He smells like Daeron, but thereโs the stench of sulfur and dead skin. It matches his appearance. Melted skin and limping. All too close to her rider.
โLykiriโฆ lykiri tessarionโ Daeron coos to her as he stands slowly. His hand gently resting on her snout as he looks to the stranger she was becoming tense over.
Their gazes soon meet as Aemond had felt the simple touch. He didnโt expect the attention so fast as he stares up at him. His siblings are a bit taller than he expected. But he can hear Tess behind him, watching as clicks escape the back of her throat. His siblings show no danger to her so of course she only watches from afar. Itโs Daerons nerves that get her attention. The boy is nervous and easily startled much like his sister.
Itโs why he stiffens at the feeling of Aemonds hand on his shoulder. He wants to say not to touch him but this is his brotherโฆ heโs safe. Heโs not Ormund. Aemond is safe but he still looks back at Tess whoโs watching intensely.
โI umโฆโ he swallows as his dragon slowly makes her way closer to him. She keeps him calm, his blue protector. His gaze soon meets his again, still tense under his grip. Aemond is right though, he shouldโve stayed with his family.
โI merely wished to stay at your side, if thatโs alright?โ
