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IMPORTANT NOTICE!!!
This blog has been rebooted over here under a new url. If you want to re-follow and keep rping with me, please follow over here instead! If anyone wants to maintain old threads and/or RP relationships, then just let me know, I’d be glad to keep the same connections.
IMPORTANT NOTICE!!!
This blog has been rebooted over here under a new url. If you want to re-follow and keep rping with me, please follow over here instead! If anyone wants to maintain old threads and/or RP relationships, then just let me know, I’d be glad to keep the same connections.
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This blog has been rebooted over here under a new url. If you want to re-follow and keep rping with me, please follow over here instead! If anyone wants to maintain old threads and/or RP relationships, then just let me know, I'd be glad to keep the same connections.
OK fuck it– this blog is gonna get archived, and I’m gonna transfer my lady side-blogs to a new blog.
Starting fresh and more focused :V
The worst present would be a beauty magazine with all those like "how not to look a day over 25" type of articles
What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁
YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT ON THE MONEY. If you hand those to Nyx she will burn them on sight.
Send ☆ for my muse to give yours a compliment.
SO THE RESULTS OF THAT POLL–
Thanks to those of you who voted. It DOES help me to figure this stuff out, since I plan to do a big blog overhaul soon here. While there were a lot of mixed results, there were some clear majorities.
So I have a SECOND POLL NOW with some of the narrowed down results. At the moment I plan to only maintain 2 muses (as that is all I think I can realistically handle). So please give some more input, if you can, on your favorite muse/which combo of muses you’d like to see.
🎁What’s the absolute worst present you can give my muse?🎁
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT
Kind of debating what to do with any and all of my muses right now. Please click link and help me???
PLEASE VOTE HERE
“Still.” Ophelia pouted. She loved her father, but he was a bit, well…
…everything sometimes. Sometimes she wished she was more like her mother, but that wasn’t much of a wish. She was happy with who she was, and wasn’t planning on changing easily.
“Aaalmost done.” She said, tying the last braid into place before leaning back. “There we go. All finished, mother.”
Nyx sat patiently as Ophelia finished, and once she was done, she lifted up a hand to delicately touch the finished work. She felt the little jewels tucked into her hair and smiled a bit wider.
“My goodness, Ophelia, you’ve outdone yourself, haven’t you?”
“Thank you, sweetheart, I’m sure I’ll be getting plenty of compliments tonight.”
“They’re just simple ones.” Ophelia shrugged, moving on to the second braid with delicate if not exactly practiced ease. “…and you can if you want, mother. I like having my hair down - it adds to some of my more dramatic entrances when I can make it blow in the wind.”
“You’re going to look dazzling, mother. I promise. Besides, I think we have more in common than you think.” She glanced around before leaning in to whisper in her ear, a nervous smile on her face. “I don’t think I got my brains from my father, do you?”
At that, Nyx laughed. A light little chuckle. She lifted up a hand to pat her daughter’s cheek as she leaned in to whisper about Odin. It was a cute thought, and knowing her father, then yes, most people would agree that academic intellect probably didn’t manifest so much from his side of things.
“Maybe not,” she said with a smile. “But your father is smarter than most take him for. I wouldn’t have married him otherwise.
“Well yes, either way, go ahead and make me look dazzling. Its been a while since I’ve dazzled anyone.”
@vesper-amans
“Not at all, Mother.” Ophelia smiled, brushing it through her fingers again before sighing. She wondered if her mother would notice - or mind - if she worked a few of her smaller, shiny but inexpensive gemstones into the braids that she’d started to twist together.
Well, it was worth a try, so a few were silently slid out of her pockets and worked into the braid with gentle and delicate twists of her hands. It would be a game of a kind, to see if her mother noticed before she finished or not.
“I’m glad I got your hair, mother. It’s so pretty.”
Nyx hummed a bit as Ophelia worked her way through long curls of black. It was relaxing, and at first, no. Nyx didn’t notice the little jewels that were being tucked into the knots and weaves. She wouldn’t mind, it would be a beautiful gesture, and reminiscent of the old story tales that Nyx used to know from her long ago childhood.
But she didn’t notice at first, she just hummed and smiled and reached a hand back to pat her daughter’s knee.
“Good. I’m glad you have my hair too,” she told her. “...You’re so much like your father, but you have my hair and my chin and plenty of magic from us both,” she spoke a loving pride.
“What sort of braid are you making for me today? And shall I return the favor after you’re finished?”
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Send ◕‿◕ to play with my muse’s hair
Ah how familiar a feeling. Had been for years (or months... depending on which realm one was in). Once they had been tiny hands, clumsy and curious and eager to please trying to braid little flowers into her long curtain of midnight locks. Now slender and coordinated digits easily twirling and tucking the dusky hair in and around itself.
Nyx smiled, turning the next page in her book. No warning had been given, and none was needed. Ophelia just started to play with her mother’s hair, and the elder witch did not mind in the least.
“Good afternoon, Ophelia,” she greeted quietly. “I hope my hair isn’t too much of a mess for you today.”
Send ◕‿◕ to play with my muse’s hair
❝I will not be told where I can go and where I cannot go!❞
And this was exactly why Nyx so valued maturity. Why she so loathed being stuck in the form of a young adult like she was.
She could remember being this age. Late teens, early twenties. Thinking that you could own the world, and that it was your Gods given right to do so. It was infuriating now, being well over 150, and knowing just how stupid she had been at that age. How stupid all people were at that age.
The witch rolled her dark eyes before letting them settle on the young thief in braids. Like many teenagers, Nina had taken to venting and complaining about unwanted authority figures in her life. Claiming that she was old enough to make her own choices, and how dare her father try to tell her what to do and where to be.
It wasn't like they were in an army or anything. In the midst of an all out WAR.
Nyx set her lips into a long thin line, and well out of patience, spoke in a dry tone, "To be quite frank, little pick-pocket: I don't give a single fuck about your squabbles. But you're in the military now, and your father happens to also be your commanding officer. Either be a petulant child or be a good soldier. But both won't do."
