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MVNDRVKE ; independent selective multimuse, written by luna ( 31; they/he )

A STUDY IN : ignoring canon, incoherent opinions on random muses, reimagining myth, musical references, adhd periods of hyperfixation, failing to answer messages consistently, forming complex dynamics between characters, and more.

MYTHOS AFFILIATED WITH severthebl1ght & petithiraeth & whinedarksea & moltolavoro & lovehoned & gldnchalice & reigniite & severthebl1ght & deadlynightshcde

CURRENT HYPERFIXATION FANDOMS INCLUDE bg3

LINKS. rules. muses. memes. verses. BLOGROLL. @fatemastered ( hellaverse multi ).

current active muse list below the cut

mvndrvke

tiny psa !

at this point imma just say essek is canon divergent bc there's so much content i haven't consumed in the cr universe with him in it it's just overwhelming. i'm never gonna get to all of it, and tbh since i'm not really actively in a fandom talking about the new content, it's not a priority for me. i'm not really engaged in the show, i just watched a fair chunk of c2 and remembered how much i loved him then when i caught a glimpse of some edits of his show design. i hate being like "he's basically an oc" but he kinda is? just bc there's so much content out there including new content in a fandom i'm not really part of anymore to the point that i'm watching stuff that comes out when it drops.

i thought about dropping him but i really love him so his main focus verse is gonna be his bg3 one just because i feel like i've got a clearer idea of him there rn. not that i won't write with cr muses etc (i'm genuinely so excited to write with them), i've just been feeling a little like. anxious people won't want to write with me in that verse bc i'm not up to date on everything going on beyond seeing a couple edits rip. so this is kinda where i stand when it comes to that

mvndrvke

bg3/asoiaf muse specific starter call. specify to be extra sexy.

hotd: rhaenyra, joffrey, marin (oc), baeleria (oc), harwin, theldry (oc)

got (with hotd verses): daenerys, jon, rickon, shireen, arya

akotsk: lyonel

bg3: dammon, halsin, karlach, astarion, lae'zel, minthara, ikaria (oc), gale, jaheira

mvndrvke

fuck it. throws gwayne hightower on this list too.

mvndrvke

i want more ships but especially for minthara, halsin, rhaenyra, and jon so. like this if you wanna ship with one of them?

mvndrvke

i want more ships but especially for minthara, halsin, rhaenyra, and jon so. like this if you wanna ship with one of them?

jacaeryse

Always. Jace was determined to keep Joffrey as close as possible in the fledgling stages of his mother's reign. There were still supporters of the Ususrper in their midst, and he wasn't going to allow anything to befall his younger brother. It worried him immensely that he knew now that Joffrey was stalking the halls of the keep like a little spectre. He would have to ensure that he didn't wander around without Jace at his side or a guard. "Joffrey the Tall. The most gallant knight the realm will have ever seen." And even then Jace would still worry about the safety of Joffrey. When he looked upon his younger brother he still envisioned him as a baby swaddled by his mother.

"Aye. That's what I've heard, too." Jace couldn't remember Daeron who was said to have shared a nursemaid with him. "If he does have hair as dark as they say it would make everything they've made us suffer for very ironic." He huffs, squeezing Joffrey around his shoulders before he moves to stand. Jace offers his hand for his younger brother to take, "I think so. If he was allowed to form his own opinions of us without our uncles whispering in his ear." Jace offers the candle back to Joffrey so he can guide them through the keep. "Come now, sprat. Let's head on up to bed. The hour is late and mother will be expecting us at breakfast tomorrow."

mvndrvke

"They wanted to be cruel. Even if we were perfect, they'd still be cruel because they don't like Mother." He doesn't understand it, but it seems to be the case. He ruffles his own dark hair with a little sigh before he takes Jace's hand and the candle.

"I like coming here when there's no one else around," Joffrey says as they start walking. "It's peaceful. There's no one to stare. Even if there's ghosts here."

There were ghosts on Dragonstone too. Joffrey shakes his head a little bit as he considers it. He holds Jace's hand a little tighter, looking around nervously at the tall shadows cast by the flickering candle.

"It feels like they're watching us. Doesn't it?"

#jacaeryse #{ joffrey || jacaerys velaryon // jacaeryse }#( interactions || joffrey velaryon )

favoriteache

"oh, there's! there's a mistake!" the gnome presses their hands against the spawn's shoulder, effectively pushing his fangs away from the flesh they were buried into (her neck), just a few moments prior. remy, against all odds (as it is often the case) starts giggling madly. "you thought! i was a snack!! oh my." giggling even louder, she stops the sound from echoing by pressing a hand against her closed mouth, all mirth kept ricocheting against her teeth.

&&. @mvndrvke (astarion)

mvndrvke

Well, that's not the reaction he was expecting. Disgust, perhaps, horror, probably. But laughter? That's a new one. His hungry mind takes a moment to focus, and then he just stares at her.

"What the hells is your problem?" he asks, the words startled from his lips more than anything. He is genuinely, fully, utterly confused.

#favoriteache #{ astarion || remy // favoriteache }#( interactions || astarion ancunin )#he's like ''am i high'' kascmdslkc

Arya hates being in the Red Keep. Permitted on the council wasn't exactly what she'd been hoping for as a prize for surviving the Greens' captivity, but Rhaenyra is glad for her very own winter wolf, it seems, so Arya does her best to live up to that.

The queen wears a sword at her belt, so Arya feels less self-conscious about Needle strapped to her belt as she walks the halls, hands clasped behind her back.

"The gold cloaks can do as they like," she says to her companion. "I will protect you."

#open starter !#( interactions || arya stark )#mutuals only blah blah blah

wonderingprince

Telemakhos has never given a lot of thought to the heritage of the sea passed down by his mother. He loves the sea, swims nearly as well as a fish---- but could not the same be said for any island boy?

But his mother paints a picture, as she always has done for him, with all of the thousands of stories she has told him over the years. It feels fantastical in a way his life never has done. Ithaka is his birthright, but perhaps there is a world where the sea is his more than the land.

"Would you not get bored with such a life, mother?"

mvndrvke

Penelope shrugs. "I don't know," she admits. "I was wild when I was younger, you know. Much like you." She smiles at him, nose scrunching before her expression fades a little. "Ithaka was an adjustment for me. There was more freedom, but I was a stranger here. Gawked at, alone except for Odysseus. I took comfort in the wild spirit of this land. I think the ocean is much the same."

She picks idly at a callous on her fingers. "I do not enjoy sitting still. I never have. I am not patient, I would rather be on the move than...."

Her sentence stops as an idea comes to her. Her brows furrow slightly; a wild look brightens her gaze. She looks at Telemakhos.

"The men of this land are not patient either. We must outwit them to regain our home from their ill-meaning presence. And I think...." Her smile returns. "I think perhaps I have a way."

#wonderingprince #{ penelope || telemakhos // wonderingprince }#( interactions || penelope of ithaka )

whinedarksea

It’s a question he would rather not answer. Well, shouldn’t have brought it up, then. Ghosts belong in cold Hades; he wants to summon none of them to his bed.

"Now I am determined not to die,” he finally says. A joke, but not truly. He can’t quite suppress a shudder, nor hide it, not lying so close to his wife. “But the stories I most care for are the ones about how we live, not how we die. You know that.”

Odysseus’ face is still. There’s no point in raging, how dare they, my son, my father, my wife—the suitors have already died in their blood. Every last one. He would not have thought his fury could still flare up at them, burning just as strong as it did at the first sight of the state of his house.

An ugly first sight. He would not have called what he saw peace. But from the image she conjures…

“I wondered why the ruse,” he admits. “I can imagine it must have seemed easier than finding ways to dispose of them, again and again. Granted you… respite.”

mvndrvke

Penelope takes one of Odysseus' hands and presses a kiss to it, brushing her calloused thumb against his knuckles. She does not let go, just lets their intertwined fingers rest against the bed. "I know," she murmurs. "I would rather you share your sorrows with me than carry them on your own. We have both been alone for too long; it is difficult to get used to having a confidant again."

It's hard to trust. Penelope is doing her best to remember she is allowed to again; betrayal is fresh in her mind, though not from Odysseus. Her deception was exposed by one she trusted-- how could she not be wary, even with the one she relies on the most?

"The way I handled it as a Spartan princess would not have lasted these long years," she says. "Though I tried. I go nowhere without a blade. But you and I--" A flicker of a smile across her lips, just for a moment. How beautiful to be able to say that again. "Have always relied on cleverness. It is what made me queen of this place. It is what kept me queen in your absence."

Her gaze moves to her own scarred and calloused hands. "Three years of weaving your funeral shroud, over and over again.... I would've done it for years more." She looks up at him. "I would've waited for you on the shores of the Styx. I am your wife. I would never be another's, no matter how long it took for you to return to my side. I hope you know that."

#whinedarksea #{ penelope || odysseus // whinedarksea }#( interactions || penelope of ithaka )

whinedarksea

He tilts his head one way and then the other, considering this. It makes him look owlish. "I wouldn't ask for sentimental reasons. But if there's a chance he'll make trouble for us, I would rather put a meeting to rest than leave it undone."

He moves almost seamlessly from planning to play, spinning lazily with her in his arms.

"You'll court me and doom me, vex me, challenge me, and curse me," he replies, laughingly summing all her arguments that seem to be against marrying her. "And I will expect you to do it all well, to keep up with me. I will tease you, test you, and not flinch from your tongue." But the next kiss between them is a far cry from a tongue-lashing. It's as gentle as a flower in the breeze. "And love you, Penelope. That will happen, too... I believe."

mvndrvke

"Best to get it over with, then," Penelope agrees with a little nod. "I will take you with me when I say farewell to him. Then we can be done with him for good and leave that part of my life behind." One she is perhaps more eager to leave behind than anything else on Spartan shores.

Penelope grins.

"Of course," she says. "You may get bored if I do not. And how better to learn you than to challenge you?" How he reacts, how he responds. Penelope knows there are risks when it comes to marrying someone she hardly knows, but she has faith in Odysseus meeting her standards. That does not mean she will not test him to ensure it.

Her gaze softens. "I am not usually the trusting sort," she says. "I think you have come to know this about me. I seek kinship with you. A friend, a like-minded companion. I have faith in that for us. It is all I ask."

#whinedarksea #{ penelope || odysseus // whinedarksea }#( interactions || penelope of ithaka )

rpmemes-galore

legends of avantris : dimwits of the dimwood ep. 6 … sentence starters

"I'm a train."

"No, I hate turkeys!"

"I like being furniture!"

"I wanna be a good boy."

"How did he get this job?"

"Or we could all go naked."

"Yeah, my parents hated me."

"They have goat ghosts, now?"

"Don't ask how I fit all this in here."

"Would you kindly break his neck?"

"I can't have a ghost scandal, okay?"

"If only we'd thought to bear-proof it."

"What happened to him? Did he die?"

"Is it still perverted if it's the culture?"

"Plus, they said they have brandy, so."

"One of our friends is dying, currently."

"Was the daffodil wallpaper necessary?"

"I didn't recognize you with clothing on."

"I said the dungeo --- I mean, infirmary."

"We got the prize and it wasn't a ghost."

"Why does the soup smell like alchemy?"

"You're either a pervert or a pant-shitter."

"The accordion leads to a path of murder."

"The god of the universe thinks I'm a fool."

"I don't wanna be killed by a ghost mouse!"

"That means 'nice to meet you' in elephant."

"This is the weirdest party I've ever been to."

"I wasn't expecting that, I'm uncomfortable!"

"Spelling changes when the universe resets."

"Oh my god! Close the door, there's a pervert!"

"He's like a walking, humming Christmas tree."

"I feel like my luck in costumes is just not great."

"Everybody's doing it! Let's all just pinch his ass!"

"Good thing no one has a bear that's weaponized."

"Why do perverts keep getting into my dungeons?"

"But you dare lay eyes on me when I'm in a towel?"

"I just want you fuckers to know what you've done."

"We were already invited by one of your henchmen."

"Your persistent calmness is really freaking me out!"

"Yeah, we're totally secure… unless they have a bear."

"People keep pinching my ass and I don't know why."

"These dignitaries are known for shitting their pants."

"Yeah, I have extreme rage issues, too, I understand."

"I just feel like there's a breeze between my asscheeks."

"I'll tell that story another time, when we're not in public."

"Guys, I think I'm fiiiine, everything's feeling really good!"

"I'm gonna see if there's an open bar, I need to level out."

"She's probably not gonna make it, anyway, let's be real."

"It would have meant she's possessed or secretly an owl."

"Oh, sweet heavens! Horrors beyond my comprehension!"

"Well, hiiiiii~! Did somebody give me a whole lot of drugs?"

"Well, you can't go invisible when you take your clothes off."

"Wow. That was a lot of money. I should kill more crawdads."

"Make sure you don't slip and fall down, because you will die."

"Am I overdressed? Should I take this off and put on a towel?"

"Why are you feeling awkward? You're part of my family, now."

"I think we can talk business after you don't smell like low tide."

"I have never seen so much macrame in my entire, fucking life."

"How dare you do this without fully understanding frog biology?"

"Do you wanna know how I reproduce? Allow me to demonstrate!"

"The doctor told me there was an outbreak of ghosts in the blood."

"We can't go. There's a waterbed and I have pizza in this tiny oven."

"Your sister kinda scares me. I don't want her to yell at me anymore."

"You know, this shouldn't be shocking by now, but I'm still surprised."

"Have you seen her red dress? Red went out of fashion 10 years ago."

"I have so many smart ideas, and (name) is just holding me hostage."

"That might raise some suspicion, but no one is gonna suspect leather daddy."

"You're not going to go naked? You could go naked, I mean just joking… unless."

"Well, there's a lot of perverts around and I just wanna distinguish myself from them."

"I can't sit on the inflatable couch, because my ass sticks to it when I'm naked."

"It doesn't matter how you say it! There's no way you say that and not sound like a creep!"

"Is there anything that we should do? Besides leave quietly and never speak of this, again?"

"Thank god, 'cause I thought you were gonna give us knives and that just never ends well."

"I thought I was gonna have a witty joust of words and instead, I'm just gonna throw up!"

"Well, you're never gonna make amends unless you get called out in front of all your friends."

"We're not allowed to bring weapons? Then I should put back this dagger… and nothing else."

"I think we just go upstairs, and we look through rooms, and figure out which one we like the best. If someone's stuff's in it, we just throw it out in the hallway."

#starter meme !#i want more threads

mvndrvke

i want more ships but especially for minthara, halsin, rhaenyra, and jon so. like this if you wanna ship with one of them?

#shipping call !#mutuals only blah blah blah

jacaeryse

Jace shares that sentiment. Everywhere he went he was reminded of his childhood and the vicious cruelty he had endured at Joffrey's age. He wraps an arm around his younger brother's shoulders so he might hold him gently. "Worry not, sprat. As long as I'm here those ghosts won't bother you." He says with a warm smile before resting his cheek a top of the curls that decorate Joffrey's head. "Most of them." They had been chosen by their perspective dragons, which Jace had no choice but to begrudgingly accept. He held no love for Ulf and wished he had tried to test the gravity of Joffrey's words. Silverwing deserved a better rider than that dunce. Jace curls his fingers around the small paw that settles into his own. "You're growing like a weed. If you keep this up you'll be taller than me in no time." Jace says, unsurprised by the observation. Their father had given him everything but his height and stature.

One day he would be king and the realm would still whisper and gawk at him for his dark hair. Jacaerys had proven himself worthy of inheriting the Iron Throne and so easily charmed the court that by then it shouldn't have mattered. But there would always be detractors. "They care because they've been poisoned against us. The Hightowers have ran a smear campaign on our mother and us since I was a baby." Jace frowns at the thought, thankful that Joffrey didn't have to endure the same vitriol he had as a child. "Don't hate him, Joff. Father was a good man." He hadn't come to terms with his own feelings for Harwin Strong, and Jace doubted that he ever would. "I wish you had the chance to meet him. He'd be proud of the little terror you've become."

mvndrvke

"I know. You'll always protect me. Always." He's kept him safe from plenty. Joffrey is young, but he's observant. People were kinder on Dragonstone, loyal to his mother, but he still heard the whispers about him and his brothers. But Jace would talk a little louder to block it out, turn his head away from those speaking ill of their mother and them. Safe meant Jace. It was that simple to Joffrey.

He smiles. "Joffrey the Tall," he whispers. "That'll be me."

His nose scrunches. "I hear Prince Daeron is auburn-haired like his mother," he says. "Do you think that's why they sent him away?" He doesn't look like his siblings. Joffrey's closer in age to his half brothers, and the looks he gets when they're all together are pointed in his direction rather than the white haired images of what a Targaryen looks like. He peeks up at Jace. "You think he would've liked me?"

#jacaeryse #{ joffrey || jacaerys velaryon // jacaeryse }#( interactions || joffrey velaryon )

mvndrvke

bg3/asoiaf muse specific starter call. specify to be extra sexy.

hotd: rhaenyra, joffrey, marin (oc), baeleria (oc), harwin, theldry (oc)

got (with hotd verses): daenerys, jon, rickon, shireen, arya

akotsk: lyonel

bg3: dammon, halsin, karlach, astarion, lae'zel, minthara, ikaria (oc), gale, jaheira

mvndrvke

fuck it. throws gwayne hightower on this list too.

#starter call !#i should've put full names oops #marin is my daemon's bastard oc #baeleria is my sibling of the velaryon boys oc #and theldry is harwin's sister

It's almost strange, being out in the light now. Arya had spent so much time in the darkness of the black cells, with hardly more than the ghosts and rats to keep her company, that she finds herself nearly constantly squinting. She is wildly at odds with herself now she's free of that place-- she's glad to be out, but exposed in a different way now, expected to be a lady of the court now that she's been freed by Rhaenyra taking the city.

She hasn't seen Jace much since that day. He'd been swept from the cells as though he'd never been there. It had nearly felt like she'd dreamed up some company for herself until she saw the prince walking with his mother through the halls. She'd stopped dead in her tracks, looking like a fool no doubt, but queen and prince had not stopped to speak with her that time.

Rhaenyra does, though, later. Arya is young to take a seat at the queen's council, but House Stark has sent more than its winter wolves south, and who better to represent them than the little she-wolf her own brother Robb had led the march to retrieve from the Greens?

She tries not to slouch during the meeting. She's not like Sansa, she's not perfect, but she's trying. Arya is just glad she'd paid attention in her lessons. Better have no representative at all rather than have a stupid one. She doesn't realize she's squinting until Ormond asks her if she's got a headache.

The rest of the council have left but she looks up when she realizes she hasn't moved from her seat. Her head tilts slightly when she sees Jace is still there too.

"Don't think I'm ever going to adjust to how bright the world is."

@worthyheir gets a thing!

#worthyheir #{ arya || jacaerys velaryon // worthyheir }#( interactions || arya stark )#i feel like we plotted this once upon a time but if not-- have a greens captive arc!

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