But hello my name is Miasma! Iโm 27 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.
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
The anger in his tone and expression only had the Prince frowning as he looked away. Heโs messed this up hasnโt he? He only wishes for people to see the good in his siblings like he does in their letters. But with Aegon dead nowโฆ Aemond missing and Helaena writing to him and hoping heโs well while keeping him updated. Heโs scared to return. What if heโs killed too? What will become of tessarion? Will she be ok without him? Theyโve never been apart for more than a day.
He hardly notices the hand before itโs in his view and heโs flinching away from the touch. Tess only standing and growling as she nudges Jace away with her snout. No touching her prince! Not even Ormund is allowed! But thereโs an obvious flight or fight mode there. Like sheโs been doing this for a long time. Itโs just Jace let off easier than Daeronโs normal offender.
โSorry, gods Iโm sorryโ he says trying to calm himself down. Heโs not Ormund. Heโs fine, heโs ok here. The mention of red keep has him side eyeing his nephew.
โDoesnโt your mother hate me? I donโtโฆ I donโt want to leave Tess to be chained up againโ he says softly as said dragon wraps herself protectively around him.
โMy brotherโs dead what if she wants me dead too?โ
Pity roots itself inside of Jacaerys. He cannot simply abandon Daeron to a religious zealot who would use him as a political pawn. Already he had heard whispers of Daeron being declared king, which brought forth another host of problems. But if he could truly convince his uncle to abandon Ormund then he could instead employ Daeron against the remaining Green forces. It wasn't fair that the boy was being forced to choose, but it was either join them or be subjected to death. If not at his hands than one of the riders or Daemon who would have no qualms with killing Daeron.
Vermax lifts his head, eying Tessarion and her rider warily. He didn't care much for strangers, but recognized that Tessarion was merely being protective. He would have done the same if he had deemed the sniveling boy an actual threat. "Tessarion would be kept safe within the Dragonpit. I'll ensure that you two can spend ample time together." He says, offering a hand for Daeron to take to show that he spoke in good faith. "My mother isn't the cruel despot Ormund has painted her out to be. If she were a wicked person would I be here now offering you a bid at peace?"
At the mention of Tess being kept safe, his hand rests on her snout. Rubbing it as low clicks and calls escape her as she presses in to her touch. Her low rumblings calming him as he looks to his nephew. Sighing out as Tess bonked into his chest making him stumble slightly. His gaze shifts to his offered hand as he hesitates. Jace was right. And that look in Tessarions eyes saying to trust him despite not wishing to be in the pit. She was always following him, she didnโt like being apart. Especially now.
Soon his hand takes his. Gripping it tight.
โIf she keeps those promises I will join. But I have one requestโฆ I donโt wish for her to be in the pit, Iโd like her to be with me if thatโs possibleโ he says as Tess comes to Daeronโs side, low noises coming from her as she stares Jace down.
โShe wonโt be in the way I promise. Sheโs uhโฆ she does this thing that keeps her our sizeโ he says unsure how to explain this.
He looks up as Tess lowers her head towards Helaenaโs hand. Taking a deep inhale as she allows her to pet her. Her snout pressing to her palm as she curls closer to Daeron. โShe is, though I havenโt seen many dragons to compare herโ he says as he pets over the dragons neck. Glancing up at her next question. He doesnโt even like saying his name but a low protective growl from Tessarion says it all.
โOrmundโฆโ he answers softly as he looks away. The mention of a walk has him looking up at his sister once again. Heโs unsure if he should say yes. Heโs never met their children nor herโฆ biting his lower lip nervously he makes a noise.
โIโd like to but is that ok with your daughter? I donโt want to intrude on your time with her.โ
"I can introduce you to Dreamfyre if you'd like. Tessarion's coloring is a little darker, but they look quite similar", Helaena tells him eagerly and smiles at her younger brother, always happy to share her dragon with someone. Dreamfyre is not as ferocious by nature as most of the other dragons, so she is constantly disregarded by everyone. Helaena understands that her dragon is not as useful in a war as others, but this is why she matches her rider so perfectly. "We can wave at her from afar. She is very shy and would not speak to you, but then at least you have seen her once", she suggests, somehow feeling the need to present Jaehaera to her younger brother, because this might very well be their first and last meeting. This war has already taken one child from her and if Daeron is forced to fight, only the Gods know whether he will survive. Helaena has not seen his fate yet.
"Why are you afraid of Ormund?", his sister asks as they walk, picking up on the subtlety of his mannerism when he speaks of their uncle. The tension in his body tells the tale of something Daeron is trying to hide, but she would like to understand. "Would you tell me about your life? I feel like I know nothing about you, really."
โCan Tess meet Dreamfyre as well? Sheโs never met another dragon beforeโ he asks his sister. Looking to her as Tess makes a low clicking noise as she tries to follow the two. Wishing to be at Daeronโs side before sheโs stopped. She calls to her rider, helplessly flopping down on the ground as she lays and waits for him. Daeron can only smile fondly at his dragon as they leave the pit together. โIโd like that thoughโฆ to meet your daughterโ he says smiling softly at her. Meeting more of his family if itโs possibly the last time he does. He will never know if he gets another chance. This war could lead to any kind of end.
At the mention of Ormund he purses his lips. Looking to the ground as they walk side by side. โHe says weโre taintedโฆ that I should be ashamed of who I amโ he starts softly. Unable to look her in the eyes. He couldnโtโฆ. Not when he talks about this. โHeโs loud, angry, then gives this fake kindness. Iโve been beaten, made to kill, Iโฆโ he doesnโt like talking about this. His childhood was not the best to talk of.
โChildhood and life was only bearable with Tessarion. Sheโs my protector, my shieldโฆ I wish I stayed with you instead of sent off to him.โ
