𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ♡

independent multimuse ;; fire emblem : tales of series : uta no prince-sama

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[elementis]

crxcifix​:

I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

[mimikaiyah]

like for a starter ; specify muse !!

[mimikaiyah]

i exist. i’ve been on my genshin blog.. oops

[mimikaiyah]

i lied. i’m not adding genshin muses. i’m making a genshin side blog

follow it over at elementaloblige

[mimikaiyah]

                      RESCUE;SAVIOR // not accepting

@unwavering-melodies​ said:  

Savior (with Machi and Wren)

The rain is heavy and the sky is covered in opaque clouds, blocking any and all sunlight. Wren doesn’t mind this kind of weather. It’s good weather for taking a nap. Maybe when he gets home.. The sounds and sights of the city are interrupted by a crack of thunder and a blot of lighting. As Wren looks up at the sky, raindrops hit his face, splattering and soaking him further. He closes his eyes and takes a few more steps. He knows the way home like the back of his hand. 

Wren doesn’t expect anything to be in his path, so when he stumbles on ... something, it startles him. His eyes open on reflex as he catches himself only to stumble on something else. Looking down, he sees legs. So that’s what he tripped on. Should he.. Hm.. No, he has to. It’s not in his nature to leave someone laying there no matter how sleepy he was. 

Kneeling down, Wren assesses the young man on the ground. He’s unconscious, but a quick check tells him that he’s still alive. He can feel his pulse and it’s surprisingly strong. How tenacious. The young man is covered in bruises and cuts. It looks like he was just tossed around by someone. What concerns him is the blood staining his shirt. A stab wound, maybe? There’s not much time to think about it. Wren has to do something. 

Lifting his shirt, Wren can barely make out how bad the wound is. The blood is smeared all over his abdomen. Taking off his own shirt, Wren uses it to clean the wound as gently as he can. It.. doesn’t look as bad with some of the blood gone. His place is closer than the hospital. It would take a lot longer to carry him there. With a resigned sigh, Wren cradles the young man in his arms and picks him up. Princess style would likely be best.

Wren is suddenly thankful he’s forced to work out sometimes. Carrying him a few blocks and up the stairs to his apartment is easy enough. But... where should he put him now? Wren didn’t think this far ahead. Oh, no. Everything is going to be a pain to clean. With a small sigh, Wren decides cleaning the couch would be easiest, so he places the young man down there before heading to the bathroom to get rags, towels, and the first aid kit.

Getting the guy’s shirt off would be hard.. so he decides cutting it off would be best. He takes the scissors and slides them right up the middle of the fabric, slicing through it with ease. His eyes flick up, wondering if he should try waking him first... Probably best to get consent. Wren sits a wet cloth on the guy’s wound as he slaps his cheek lightly. “ Hey. Wake up. ” He shakes his shoulder, making sure he’s rousing before continuing, “ Sorry. I already cut your shirt. Can I treat you? ”

[mimikaiyah]

blueberrygels​:

Ioder looks up before he smiles softly. Its a friendly smile. “Then, so long as no one is hurt, then I am thankful to be given such an opportunity to meet you.” He does pause at those words, looking down to the floor before looking back up and shaking his head. “That’s a shame.” He wouldn’t ask for it to be changed, he had no reason to, even if it was nice to have someone to talk to. “If I may ask, you are free to disregard as it is rather rude of me to question you so, but why?” Why take on a job where he’d never get recognition or glory despite his efforts? Was it loyalty? If so, what had Ioder done to gain it from this man?

He does as he’s told, watching silently as the man works. He wonders if perhaps a secret tunnel should be made to and from the castle for situations like this one and like what had happened when Alexei had overtaken the entirety of Zaphias? As he’s about to step out, the blond stumbles slightly, palm catching onto the frame as he narrows his eyes. Had they made it past Flynn? Or was there another group. Before he can move, he’s pulled back, held as Sylphid darts back into the dim tunnels of the sewers. 

His heart is pounding loudly in his chest, fingers curling tightly into the cloak that was now covering his frame. Shoulders tremble at the loud bangs as they echo off the tunnel walls, then there is silence. He dares not to look, following behind silently. Perhaps he was softhearted and naïve. “…Why must there be bloodshed…?” He was trying so hard to fix things. He would have happily sat and listened to any displeasure over a cup of tea. They were people he was meant to guide and aide as their emperor… and yet- 

Was he just a bad Emperor?

Lark quickly closes the door behind them. Now that they’re properly in the safe house, Lark pulls the hood off of Ioder’s head. He reaches up to clasp the Emperor on the shoulder, looking at him apologetically. “ I’m am sorry. I will keep you safe, though. ” He leads Ioder to a sitting room located behind another locked door. “ I know the basement is a bit dreary, but make yourself comfortable. We’ll be here until the knights come for you. ”

“ A bit ago.. ” Lark speaks somewhat cautiously. “ You said you were glad to meet me so long as no one was hurt. ” He wonders if His Majesty regrets their meeting now. It wasn’t the first time he’d killed someone. And it wouldn’t be the last. Anyone who threatened His Majesty would meet their end. Lark looks somewhat uncomfortable. Should he even continue? He’ll likely never meet with Ioder like this again, so he might as well speak freely. “ I’m glad you’ll never have the misfortune of meeting me again. ” With a small sigh, Lark looks away. “As for the why.. Well, I’m good at what I do. I’m paid well. What little family I have is taken care of. But more than that, it’s because I support you. I’ve watched you a lot. I feel like I know you better than most others despite having never met. You’re a good man.” A much better man than Lark was. 

Sitting down, Lark looks up at the ceiling. “ And what would you think of me if I said I enjoyed my job? The hunting, the trapping.. I find it exciting.” Maybe it would be best to make Ioder dislike him. “ I.. ” He trails off and after a moment, he speaks again. “ I wish the world was already the one you’re hoping to make. I’ll do anything to see your vision become reality. My hands are already dirty, but perhaps the next generation can remain more pure than mine with you at the helm. ” He laughs at himself and smiles brightly again at Ioder. Lark hopes it’s disarming enough. “ Enough about me. What would you like to talk about, Your Majesty? ”

[azotas-archived]

❝Let’s test it. You or the empty me. 

               Let’s see which side this world wants to survive!❞

Indie Sync the Tempest blog. Written by Luci. Warning on dark content and one very grouchy bird boy. Like/Reblog to interact

[blueberrygels]

[mimikaiyah]

blueberrygels​:

       Don’t you know                                                Heaven is a place on earth

Multi fandom multi muse written by Luci! Please like/reblog

Promo made by @forgexsphere

[mimikaiyah]

blueberrygels​:

He gives a nod, fingers curling tightly into his sleeve as he eyes the battle one last time before it disappears from his vision as he is led away to safety. While Ioder didn’t doubt the knights that Flynn had chosen for the royal guard, he was still worried. Would they die and get hurt just because of him? “How… tiresome. I understand.” He follows without resistance, keeping a steady pace with the man beside him. He understood that perhaps people thought him unworthy due to his age, or how willing he was to aide and work with the union, but was it worth killing him over. Fingers curled even tighter. It was foolish, to throw the empire into even more disarray before it even had a chance to get a new foot hold.

Sylphid’s words pull Ioder from his thoughts as he ducks inside, looking around with curiosity before returning his attention back to the pink haired man. “It is fine, there is no need for you to apologize. I will say that I won’t be helpful should we get attacked by said creatures.” Despite the Dein Nomos in his possession, he was useless in battle. “It’s a pleasure to meet Sylphid, if only our meeting was on better terms than ones such as these. You may call me Ioder if you prefer.”

“No need to worry, Your Majesty~ It’s my job to keep you safe.” His tone was light, almost teasing. Lark was more than aware of the fact that Ioder was no good in combat. After all, he was watching Ioder the majority of the time from somewhere or another. Unless something took him away, that is. The attempts on Ioder’s life were more frequent then he probably realized. Thwarting those devious plots were the only thing that took him away. He’d never had the chance to meet the Emperor properly, though. There was no need. Ioder didn’t need to know who he was or what he did for a living. “ I am glad to finally be properly introduced but, it means I’ve failed in one way or another. Ideally, we’d have never met. Necessity brought us together this day. And I hope we never have to meet again. It will mean I’ve prevented things like this before they get out of hand. More than anything, I want to do everything I can to protect you. ” Lark continues leading Ioder for a while. They only run into a single monster, a small one that he is able to pick off from a distance. Opening the entrance to tunnel will take a while. He throws his arm and his cloak back over Ioder’s shoulders and pulls him closer. “ Stay beside me while I get this open. ” Fussing with the mechanism for a few more minutes, Lark manages to get it to click into place. With a mighty shove, he pushes the entry way open. “After you, My--” Lark’s words are cut off by a sudden intense shaking. An explosion? Someone knew they were going to come this way. He pulls Ioder back into his cloak again, holding him to his side, and darts back into the sewer. It’s only a few moments before he sees the would-be assassins surrounding them in a semi circle. Removing his cloak, he places the whole thing over Ioder this time. He brings the hood over Ioder’s face so he can’t see, holding the fabric in place as his body half turns towards the intruders. Ioder hears five loud BANGS and nothing more. Keeping the fabric over Ioder’s eyes, Lark leads him past the bodies. He doesn’t know, doesn’t care, if they’re dead or not, but he’d rather His Majesty not have to see them lying limp on the ground. 

[mimikaiyah]

blueberrygels​:

@soaringmiracles​:

As many sought the title of emperor there was just as many who sought to kill the one holding it’s crown if not more. It was a fact that Ioder, despite his age, had known well. After all as the last close relative of the previous emperor, there were many that sought his head. He couldn’t count the number of times the guards had confiscated concealed weapons. 

As constant as that threat may be, he still found himself trembling ever so slightly with each one. As he did now, green eyes wide and shoulder’s slightly trembling despite the firm grip of the man holding him-protecting him. And as quickly as his assassin had struck, so was his expression of fear, replaced with a gentle smile and eyes closed. 

“Thank you, sir. I’d have certainly have died if not for your intervention. May I ask for you name?”

Again and again did people stupidly try to take the life of the emperor. If they were successful, then someone would have to replace him. And maybe, just maybe, it would be the one who took ended the current leader. As long as Lark drew breath, though, he would not allow anything to befall Emperor Ioder. With a gentle smile of his own, Lark keeps his shield raised and his cloak around Ioder. “ The danger has yet to pass, Your Majesty. This way, please. ” Guiding the blond away from the knights, he sees the Commandant try to rush over. There’s too much going on, though. Lark gives a whistle. A signal that he has secured the Emperor. Hopefully, the Commandant can hear it over the din of battle. 

Leading Ioder down a back alley and through a grate in the wall, Lark releases his hold on the other man. “ Forgive me for the location and for being a bit rough. The sewers are no place for the Emperor, but the entrance to the underground tunnels lies just beyond. The stench will be but a memory soon. ” Oh, right. Where were his manners? With a bright smile, Lark hopes to ease some of Ioder’s nerves. “ You may call me Sylphid, Your Majesty. I do suggest you stick close. There are creatures that don’t take kindly to intruders dwelling here. ” 

[mimikaiyah]

This is the face of someone who is unhappy. 

Tis the season to go fuck yourself.

I’ll deck your halls.

[memeroundups]

Vulnerable Situations Sentence Meme

{ trigger warning, some nsfw and possible noncon/dubcon }

“Had a bit much to drink? You could hardly stand.”

“Were you robbed or is kinky foreplay gone wrong the reason you’re tied up?”

“My, what have we here?”

“You look nervous. What’s wrong?”

“I think you might have been drugged.”

“There’s no hiding how hot and bothered you are, darling…”

“You’re burning up and in no condition to be walking about, get to bed.”

“Are you still awake? Maybe the drug wasn’t strong enough…”

“When I saw you looking so helpless, I just couldn’t resist…”

“You shouldn’t be walking all alone this time of night. There’s dangerous people around. Who knows what might happen…”

“Heh. And how do you plan to stop me?”

“I’ll strap you down nice and tight… It’ll be fun watching you squirm.”

“Are you crying?”

“Struggle all you want, cutie.”

“I’m n-not drunk, I only had a couple of drinks.”

“Put me down, I can walk!”

“Mind untying me?”

“I feel kinda… dizzy…”

“I might be coming down with something.”

“Stay back…”

“W-why can’t I move?”

“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

“Apparently the brownies I ate were a bit… special.”

“I can’t get up…”

“Who’s there?”

“No, don’t let them take me!”

“I can’t go back there, I can’t…”

[mimikaiyah]

                              MISTLETOE // not accepting

@talesofus​ said:

❣️ ;; nuts to it i'll make a second request for Yuri and Coco hehe

Constance’s eyes are downcast as she walks alongside Yuri. She doesn’t deserve such a kindness. Walking together with her must be the dreariest part of his day. To say she is good company would be a lie and she knows it. She dares not sneak a glance at her companion. What would he think if he saw her looking at him? Surely, even gazing upon him for the briefest of seconds would be an annoyance. Right before they enter the dining hall, they’re stopped. Constance is a step behind Yuri. He doesn’t deserve to have to walk side by side with her. So when she stops, she’s still out in the accursed sun while Yuri stands in the shade of the dining hall. The two of them are pointed to the small bit of foliage hanging above the dining hall entrance. Oh, no. Constance knows what this means. It takes only a few moments of jeering for Yuri to catch her wrist and tug her inside. The change in her demeanor is instantaneous. Hidden from the sun, Constance now has her wits about her. She looks up again before looking at Yuri, thankful for being brought inside. Though she thinks the tradition a bit silly, she will not be the one to spoil the fun of the evening. Spirits and moral are high as the dining hall bursts with energy. She’s not entirely sure which one of them is leaning into the other as their lips meet in a mostly chaste kiss. It is enough to start a wave of cheers through the soldiers. “ Well, then. Now that we’ve made a scene, shall we enjoy a bite to eat? I’m completely famished. One simply must be well nourished to maintain both brilliance AND beauty. ”

[mimikaiyah]

kinships​:

Did he say that out of guilt, or genuine gratitude? Hanabi had no idea and it confused her a little, at the same time it made her extremely happy that her works been acknowledged like that. After all, she was just a make-up artist, there wasn’t anything special about her. She felt her cheeks turn hot a little, and she looked down.

“T-thank you, Ittoki-san. I’ll keep doing my best! You don’t have to bow or anything…” She speaks quietly, almost shyly. “You have to look good for your fans right? Especially this time of year, they really get hyped about your Christmas performances…. I expect you all to get lots of gifts.”

She seems... a bit better? Maybe? Actually, she just looks embarrassed now. That might have been a little much, but he wanted to let her know that she really was appreciated. No one really says much to the make-up artists or the hair stylists. They may just be doing a job, but they deserved to feel like they were as important as they were. As sad as it was, they needed to look perfect for their fans. And Natsuno was one of the people responsible for making them appear flawless. 

He’d been about to thank her again, but the subject moving to Christmas pumped him up. A happy smile spread across his face as he thought of everything the holiday season brings. “ Christmas is really fun, isn’t it? I love how excited everyone gets! ” There’s a bit of a twinkle in his eyes as he continues to speak. “ Do you have any plans this year, Natsuno? ” 

[mimikaiyah]

cyberpunk 2077 took me over for a while but i’m back--

[mimikaiyah]

                                     KIDDOS // accepting

@talesofus​ said:  

give me the Cashepar child pls

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name:  Finley Cree Ubert

Gender: Male

Personality: Rambunctious and carefree. Brave and stubborn. He tried to rush in to save his parents from bandits all by himself at the age of six. Luckily Caspar and Ashe had been tracking this group and they managed to save him before anything bad happened. He didn’t blame Ashe and Caspar for not showing up sooner, rather he blamed himself for the death of his parents. “If only I was older and stronger..” Ashe saw a lot of Caspar in the little rapscallion and having been orphaned by the ordeal, Caspar and Ashe took him to raise. 

Special Talents: He has fantastic eyesight which makes him a great archer. Unfortunately he likes to run in head first. He’s not bad with his fists either, though.

Who they like better: Ashe

Who they take after more: Caspar

Personal Head canon: He’s actually got a good grasp on strategy. As he gets older, Ashe is able to get him to think a little more rationally about things. His brain works quickly and he’s able to process a lot of information at once. He just likes to rush in anyway though.

Face Claim/General Appearance:

oh no they picked up a little rascal