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— ❝𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆.❞ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐉𝐀 & 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐘𝐍 . . . indie, private multimuse rp blog for two original characters. inspired by final fantasy, baldurs gate (d&d), dungeon meshi and traditional folklore. ⟡ warding-bound to @ofrashemen
𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝.
Edwardian 18ct Gold Moonstone Ruby & Diamond Heart & Arrow Ring
get to know me !!
nickname(s): adonis (ffxiv user), the creature
zodiac: gemini ! idk anything about moon / sun / rising >_<
last movie i saw: wicker man .. both the 1973 and 2006 ver !
last thing i googled: vyshyvanka since it's trending on x and idk what it is !
favorite musician: mainly bands like dirt poor robins, the birthday massacre, slipknot. im v much into heavy + nu metal, electronic, alternative, gothic rock, etc ..
song stuck in my head: super trouper from abba bc of a witch hat edit ... OU .
other blogs: i only have this and my main aka luvunits
do i get asks: yes but for rp prompts !
following: friends + aesthetic blogs :]
amount of sleep: roughly 7 to 8 hrs ?? i try to get a decent amount w/ naps
lucky number: i dont have one >_<
what i’m wearing: uni t-shirt and sanrio pj pants
dream job: a graphic designer who strictly does logos n branding .. PLS !!!
dream trip: norway, japan, netherlands, new zealand
favorite food: pokebowl, sushi and korean bbq !!!
play any instruments: i dont play anything .. always wanted to try piano and violin
languages: english. ik some spanish words (can't do full conversations .. eep) but would like to learn ASL, french and japanese :]
favorite songs: cosmic love - florence + the machine, aquiline - dirt poor robins, need - the birthday massacre is my current rotation !
random fact: i have a draculaura and super sonico collection :D
describe yourself as aesthetic things: 90s-2000s halloween decor, sage green + white w/ rgb lights, warm yet dimly lit paper lanterns, piles of stuffed animals
tagged by: @sinsuerte thank u for tagging me ! <3
🌹⚔️ A 𝔊OTHIC ROMANCE.
♯ DRUNK ON RED WINE, HER LIPS ON MINE SUFFUSED WITH THE PERFUME OF NIGHT. ↪ a celebration of devotion, courtship, and dangerous affection. the following is a random assortment of prompts specifically catered toward fantasy and historical settings. feel free to adjust, combine, and add specifics wherever necessary.
ACTIONS.
sender presents receiver with a token of devotion (flower, ribbon, dagger, etc.)
a stolen kiss in the gardens while snow still clings to the hedges.
a dance shared beneath lantern lit trees.
sender challenges a duel over jealousy.
sender ties receiver's colors to their armor.
a love confession spoken in an old tongue.
sender and receiver's cut palms are pressed together in a blood oath or binding ritual.
sender places a wreath of flowers upon receiver's brow.
sender and receiver are forced to sit beside one another at a feast.
sender offers receiver an intimate drink of blood from their wrist.
sender and receiver meet in their secret place.
a heated kiss that escalates beyond propriety.
a night spent beneath the stars, watched by something older than them.
sender and receiver dance together (a ball, a feast, etc.)
sender offers a marriage proposal made purely out of spite.
a passionate, reckless kiss before battle.
a dramatic, public declaration from receiver.
a handwritten letter from receiver sealed in wax.
sender and receiver share a cup of wine.
sender and receiver speak privately, intimately on a balcony.
sender and receiver are unhappily betrothed to be married.
DIALOGUE.
"when the moon bleeds, so do hearts."
"i have watched you longer than i should."
"i would choose you, even if it burned kingdoms."
"drink from me— and only me."
"come back to me."
"you are mine to protect."
"i never asked you to protect me."
"if i cannot have you, no one will."
"you are not meant for gentleness— and yet."
"i dream of you without your armor."
"take it. before i lose my courage."
"you hate me. i tolerate you. it will suffice."
"if we are caught, let them choke on it."
"you look too beautiful in the cold."
"if we must endure this, endure it with me."
"choose me now, or watch me bleed for it."
"this is treason."
"smile. they are watching."
"do not look at me like that."
"only a taste."
"if you betray me, it will damn us both."
"you would kill over a glance?"
"say you do not care for him— and i will sheath my blade."
"i have tried to stop loving you."
"if you bleed, you bleed for me."
"you do not know what you do to me."
"if i dared take your hand, would you pull away?"
"when you ride, ride safely. i would not forgive the gods."
"if the world were kinder, i would ask for you openly."
"i would burn a city for that look."
"you should not look at me so, not where others may see."
Hair Wreath
c. 1881
McCord Stewart Museum Montreal
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. II: 1934-1939
The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (16/∞)
devoted, yearning & obsessive
❝ you occupy my thoughts. day and night, even in dreams you're there. i want you to never stop haunting me. ❞
❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞
❝ my heart bleeds the color of your soul. i would cut it out and put it in your palms if i could. ❞
❝ it's like you have knit yourself around my ribs. i could no more cut you out than i could remove my own lungs. ❞
❝ you are woven into my soul and i dare not cut a single thread. ❞
❝ i am yours, body and soul, to do with as you wish. ❞
❝ i don't require you to love me back, or to care for me as i do you. only let me be here, let me devote myself to you. that would be enough. ❞
❝ i want to trap your smile in a bottle and take it out when no one else can see. ❞
❝ you belong to me and i to you. ❞
❝ do not look away from me. i cannot bear it when i do not occupy your vision. ❞
❝ i will follow you. to the ends of the earth, to the very gates of hades and whatever might lay beyond. ❞
❝ i will always be here. no matter how far you go you can always come home to me. ❞
❝ tell me all the places you have been hurt, every rejection, every scar. let me love you in all the places where you have burned. ❞
❝ i will not ever let you go. ❞
❝ you cannot escape this. you cannot run away from the love we share. ❞
❝ what we have is deeper than words could capture. ❞
❝ i will be anything you desire. i pluck out the parts of me you find distasteful and stuff your love in the craters left behind. ❞
❝ tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. ❞
❝ i could spend all day merely watching the air in your lung. i would count every blink. i would cherish every sigh from your lips. i could watch you merely exist for the rest of my life. ❞
❝ don't let go of me. i think if you lost me i would die. ❞
❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. ❞
❝ i wish i could crawl inside you and make a home out of the hollows of your bones. ❞
ACTIONS:
WATCH: for sender to watch receiver sleep.
WATCHED: for sender to wake up and find receiver watching over them.
DISCOVER: for sender to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them and sender finds them looking at it.
DISCOVERED: for receiver to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them.
FOLLOW: for sender to stalk receiver, claiming they're doing it to protect them.
FOLLOWED: for receiver to stalk sender and claim they're protecting them.
GOING: for sender to take receiver to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.
GONE: for receiver to take sender to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.
SACRIFICE: for sender to kill someone who wronged receiver as a grand gesture.
SACRIFICED: for receiver to kill someone who wrong sender as a grand gesture.
CAUGHT: for sender to catch receiver staring at them.
CATCHING: for receiver to catch sender staring at them.
REVEAL: for sender to slowly undress themselves while receiver watches, but doesn't touch.
REVEALED: for receiver to slowly undress themselves while sender watches, but doesn't touch.
BATHE: for sender to bathe receiver, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.
BATHED: for receiver to bathe sender, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.
— isa b. i dream of a home
The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖞 𝖇𝖆𝖗𝕶, 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘, 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝕶 𝖘𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘, 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓. dusk has begun its decent upon the world, and it swallows the temple ruins right alongside the rest of the forest, piece by crumbling piece.
through the near dark it treads soundlessly, tall, too tall, bent over in an ugly hunch. dirt and blood cakes its matted, fly-ridden fur. long jagged fangs line a hot mouth like broken wagon spokes. its jaw trembles, drool flinging from it in great big drops as it snaps at air, at scent. at what it yearns to sink into and never let go. starved, it is, this loping and unnatural thing. obsessed. power has hollowed its simple mind out, turned it into a tool. yet it had been whole, once... quick-witted. silver-tongued. a friend, perhaps a stone's throw from lover. beyond help, beyond sense, it can do little more now than lumber on, driven by a will no longer of its own making.
and lumber it does. a sweet stench spurs it on: HIS blood, HIS fear. makes its chest ache, its claws itch to rip the rest of his limbs from him, swallow them, savor them, bones and all. what's left of its mind swims. it slows to a stalk. large paws make their way across the forgotten stone. just ahead, the floor yawns open.
little rabbit has fallen through.
there was fear in anticipation, that of a trembling prey within the confines of a predators maw, awaiting their fate. rapid beating within his chest was now in tandem with the pulsating headache. once bated breath came out as a quiet sob upon seeing the looming creature above.
he remembers now.
lithe hands begin working on their own accord before his gaze is torn away, clawing their way through rubble in a desperate attempt to carve out a path to freedom. opposite of him within the vast yet dimly lit room is a large wooden door, an exit if only he could reach it in time.
a burst of adrenaline courses through his aching body, seemingly keeping the remaining symptoms at bay. one step, two steps, three steps, four – any thought of escaping was abruptly cut off when his body fell into a heap on the ground.
confusion was immediate and hazel eyes hesitantly glance down, only to be met with the realization that his prosthetic leg, heavily damaged from the fall, snapped from his body weight. the wooden door across the room felt even further than before, seemingly mocking him with how it was left ever so slightly ajar . . .
is fate truly this cruel?
30 from sionnach.. dealer's choice SMILES EVILLY
confusion. dizzy and disoriented. up is down, left is right, friend is foe ..
dark lashes flutter open as hazel irises quickly dart around in a desperate attempt to bring everything into focus. deafening ringing was in tandem with a splitting headache stemming from the right side of his forehead, now raw and sticky from an open gash.
the assault on his senses was utterly nauseating, thoughts now a muddle of incomprehensible words. once his vision was less dizzying, he maneuvers his aching body to be sitting upright, leaning onto his palms to maintain balance.
where am i . . ? how did i get here . . ?
were the first comprehensive questions that came to freyja's mind. his eyes frantically move about, taking in the scenery of crumbling ruins that were lit from a hole above. looking down at his hands, he realizes that he was sitting amongst a massive pile of rubble.
last thing i remember was running . . . why was i running . . ?
attempts of remembering what happened were rather futile, aggravating the existing headache. it was plain as day that he had fallen through a crumbling stone floor and into the ruins below, gaining a nasty concussion amidst it all.
the sound of footsteps above causes him to glance upward at the maw of the ceiling, heart rapidly beating as he waits with bated breath. as he waits in fear.
Status ailment starters. Send a number for a starter where my muse is afflicted with one of the below! Add "+reverse" for your muse to be the afflicted instead. Or, send "status" for me to pick one of the below using a random number generator. Severity is up to the mun of the afflicted muse — while some of these are silly or fantastical in nature, some could be played as more realistic. Be mindful of triggers! (Statuses are yoinked from various sources, with some overlap. If you recognize any specific ones: shhhhh)
Poison - Receiver has come across a toxin of some sort and is looking rather pallid.
Paralysis - Receiver has been stunned into a state of being partially or completely unable to move.
Burned - Receiver has come across extremely high temperatures and suffered burns, or is otherwise overheating.
Frozen - Receiver is chilled to the bone and needs to warm up to be able to move or do much of anything effectively again.
Confusion - Receiver is dizzy and disoriented. Up is down, left is right, friend is foe...
Sleep - Receiver is exhausted and simply can't keep their eyes open any longer...
Nightmare - Receiver finds themselves in the clutches of bad dreams.
Infatuation - Whatever their feelings were before, receiver suddenly finds themselves absolutely smitten with a) sender, or b) a muse of the asker's choice. (Involving a third party requires consent from all muns.)
Gravity - Like metal to a magnet, receiver finds they can no longer get far off the ground or away from a particular spot. Flying muses are grounded.
Bind - Receiver finds themselves bound, whether by monster, trap, or some other apparatus.
Darkness - Receiver's sight has either been diminished or is completely gone (up to mun of afflicted muse).
Silence - Receiver can no longer make a sound, impeding their ability to use any ability that requires vocalization (e.g. spellcasting, sound-based attacks, shouting ultimate attack names).
Debrave - Something in inhibiting receiver's physical attack prowess.
Defaith - Something is inhibiting receiver's magical prowess.
Deprotect - Something is causing receiver to take more damage from incoming attacks.
Smokescreen - Something is inhibiting receiver's accuracy.
Disease - Something is impeding receiver's ability to recover from whatever malady is afflicting them.
Amnesia - Something has caused receiver to forget how to use certain skills. Or, per mun's discretion, maybe muse has forgotten something(s) non-combat related and even more important...
Toad - Receiver is a frog now! And you know how the fairytale goes...
Afraid - Receiver is paralyzed in a more metaphorical sense. Something has them so afraid they cannot act.
Cold - Luckily, it seems like receiver has nothing more than the common cold. Unluckily, receiver has the common cold.
Nauseous - Receiver is sick to their stomach and either refuses to eat or can't keep anything down.
Homesick - Receiver misses home so badly they can't do or think anything else :(
Hunger - Receiver is ravenous to the point of dizziness. They need a good meal in them, stat.
Thirst - Receiver is parched and starting to feel the effects of dehydration.
Oxygen - Something is either making it difficult for receiver to breathe, or straight up suffocating them.
Exhaustion - Nothing remains of receiver's stamina. They simply can't take any further action and might collapse...
Rage - Something has provoked receiver into a blind rage. They may hit harder for it, but attacking with reckless abandon may prove dangerous on both ends of the fight.
Brainwashed - It seems receiver's mind is firmly within the enemy's grasp. Hopefully something can bring them back to themselves... (Optional: sender could be the brainwasher, but this requires communication and consent between muns.)
Dealer's choice - Receiver gets to pick from any of the above. (If sent with +reverse, sender is at receiver's mercy...)
Brooch by Marcus & Co., 1900. The Newark Museum of Art.
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . // from harlon to freyja.. he's being annoying on purpose okay? ^_^
the tides of chaos were once irrevocably in freyja's favor, luck previously following his every footstep. . . except when it came to holding a long-form conversation, before and after the incident. his replies were often curt and words sparse, creating a short-lived environment between him and the other party.
it were the remaining tides that would shift in his favor whenever a topic of interest would come about. a look of intrigue gracing his features whenever there was mentions of magic. it always brought out more words from him, allowing him to share the vast expanse of his magical knowledge. unfortunately, such knowledge pales greatly in comparison to the saint redsun's own . . . the very being that freyja had been rambling to.
it wasn't until a faint hushing noise caught his attention, hazel eyes darting to find the source. that is when he sees harlon raising a finger in a gesture of silence. embarrassment quickly washes over him and once upright ears droop towards the ground.
"i . . . i was rambling, wasn't i?"
Antique // Silver book cover
