L'AMOUR, L'AVENTURE, LA VIE.

—  here you are making gold out of it .

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anouk looked like a toy soldier, in her torn uniform and hair matted with dust and blood.  something on a string, going through motions like clockwork.  like when they finally crested the hill which would show the city of losenta laid out like a child’s maze before them and  anouk had hung up her coat and laid down her sword, she would simply stop.  the way she moved, her eyes filled at once with emotion and with nothing at all, kit couldn’t help but be reminded of something wound up and set to dance, over and over even as the stage fell apart around her, unable to stop.

independent  fantasy-based original character  based in  original lore  with multiple verses & aus.    anouk savi,  cared for by silas  ( they/he,  21+,  gmt ).    

google doc [coming soon]  //  playlist  //  pinterest .    intro post here.

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brown eyes so dark they look black are the best actually and I don't give a fuck about sunlight hitting them to make them lighter either I want to be consumed by the inky abyss

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that’s what I’m talking about ‼️

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went to r.ocky h.orror at the weekend so here’s how all the characters in the losenta universe would dress up for it:

anouk: corset, fishnets, and the tiniest booty shorts u ever saw.  this is shocking to everyone who only knows her in passing and not at all to her friends

luisa: magenta (maid costume version) (she dresses up klara as a tiny little riff raff and drops her off with the babysitter like that)

celene: columbia, with one of the huge bright feather boas they sell at the merch stand

cari: janet (her costume is a petticoat and labcoat, both of which she owned already for completely unrelated reasons)

lyse: magenta (space costume version, lots and lots of glitter)

kit: like anouk, except she replaced the shorts with an almost floor-length swishy skirt.  that was the compromise for wearing the fishnets underneath

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powerful consequences prompts.

as requested by a lovely and angsty nonnie! these prompts involve a scenario in which one of the muses has lost control of their powers and another muse has been injured in the aftermath.

from the powerful:

" did... did i do this to you? "

" no... no, no! why did you follow me?! oh, god... just, just hold on, okay? hold on! "

" [NAME]?! "

" this is all my fault... "

" what have i done... "

" i did this... "

" no... no, no, no, no, no. no! "

" i told you! i told you to stay back! "

" no, no... please... i'm sorry! "

" i'm sorry... i'm so sorry... "

" i... i hurt you. "

" i can fix this! "

" i can't fix this... "

" no, no, stay with me, i'm... i'm gonna make this right! "

" i lost control... you... you tried to help me. that's why you were there. that's how you... how i hurt you. "

" i know i'm probably the last person you want to see right now, i just... needed to know if you were okay. "

" the doctors say you'll make a full recovery. i... i'm so sorry this happened. "

" i paid the hospital bills. it was the least i could do. "

" i... i got you some flowers. fake. i didn't know if you had allergies... "

from the injured:

" i don't blame you... not one bit. "

" i-it's okay... it's alright... shh... "

" look... look at me. look at me! it's not your fault... "

" h-huh... this was... well... you did warn me, right? "

" heh... don't say you told me so... "

" what did you do... "

" [NAME]... "

" get away... get AWAY from me! "

" h-help... help me... "

" don't touch me! "

" you... you freak... "

" w... what happened... "

" this is your fault! "

" didn't realize they let attempted murderers into the hospital... "

" don't apologize. it's not your fault. "

" save your breath. i want nothing from you. certainly not some half-assed apology. "

" don't worry. i didn't tell the cops anything. promise. "

" you here to finish the job? "

" morning... i'm surprised the nurses haven't scared you off yet. "

" nice flowers... are they for me? "

" are the flowers for me or is there some other victim in another ward? "

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‘hi i made this blog in 30 mins out of spite and now i need to go to the gym’ intro post :

this is anouk  ,  an original chara based in an original universe  ,  part of an ongoing fantasy wip of mine

her main verse is medieval-esque but she’s very flexible for verses / interactions i will throw her in anywhere

originally made sometime last year  ,  remade just now because some asshole made a post

dash-only until i get back from the gym and set up a proper theme

see my other blogs for rules but tbh y’all know the drill just don’t be dicks

she’s a magician in her mid-30s  ,  her wife sells flowers  ,  they have a baby daughter actually a toddler now but she will always be babie to anouk and luisa

i’ll reblog some worldbuilding info abt magic and her backstory from her old blog when i’m back but the basics is her speciality is tapping into + controlling other people’s emotions  ,  the catch is she can only do it w negative emotions and mostly uses it to help local medics by removing fear  ,  awareness of pain etc from patients undergoing difficult treatments or if they’re dying to let them pass peacefully  ,  in her free time she helps her adoptive father run his apothecary

the second catch is she can’t hold onto outside negative emotions for too long or else they’ll make her sick  ,  her preferred method of getting rid of them is digging a hole in the ground and burying the emotional energy there

she’s got a lovely garden going in her favourite burial spot

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the way i have to keep adding tags to that last post bc i keep remembering more scholar characters i’ve written pls 😭

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why is every one of my characters the scholar type actually

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concept: anouk, sitting cross-legged on a table because she’s gay and can’t sit normally, reading a book and wearing a flower necklace her wife made for her

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anouk is the popular mean girl who uses her powers for good

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an original character,  anouk savi,  based in an original fantasy universe.    written by silas ( they/he,  21+, gmt ).    exploring the concepts of love,  loyalty,  and fear.    

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october  starts  tomorrow  and  I  think  we  can  agree  that  this  year  especially  we  could  all  use  a  little  more  fun .  so ,  I  present  -  halloween  for  my  friends  in  the  rpc !  rules  are  simple : 

☠  like  /  reblog  this  post  &  you’ll  get  a  little  treat  on  october  30th  or  31st . ☠  this  might  be  a  simple  promo ,  a  few  icons ,  an  edit ,  etc .   ☠  following  me  would  be  nice  but  it’s  absolutely  not  required .  ☠  seeing  as  this  is  a  new  blog  I  don’t  expect  a  huge  response ,  but  just  in  case  I’m  going  to  put  a  cap  of  25  just  so  it’s  manageable  for  me . ☠  if  you’re  a  multi-muse  and  you  have  a  preference  on  which  character  I  make  something  for ,  leave  that  info  in  the  comments .    ☠  and  lastly ,  I’ll  be  reblogging  this  every  so  often  over  the  next  month  so  if  you’d  rather  not  see  it  please  block  the  tag  ancshetrickortreat. 

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“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”                                                                            ― Roald Dahl

a multimuse blog featuring canon and OC muses from the old guard, disney, pjo, descendants, the witcher & many more / loved by adam / promo made by the lovely @mtchstck

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Li-Young Lee, from “The Hour and What Is Dead”, The City In Which I Love You

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ancshe​:

@painburied​  →  requested  a  starter  —  (  ros  vortalis  )    

𝐕𝐎𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊  𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐓𝐎  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 .  he’d  indulged  in  a  cup  or  two  of  his  usual  sour  vintage  at  dinner ,  and  another  while  waiting  for  his  knight  to  find  his  way  to  his  quarters  for  their  usual  evening  game  of  ost ,  but  he  rarely  allowed  himself  to  drink  until  he  lost  his  all  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄  or  usefulness ,  and  tonight  was  not  an  exception .  she’d  appeared  in  the  sliver  of  a  moment  it  took  to  blink ,  and  almost  as  quickly  vortalis  was  gone  from  where  he’d  lounged  in  his  favorite  chair ,  and  stood  instead  before  the  doors  that  opened  onto  his  balcony ,  the  faded  sepia  of  the  maktahn  sunset  leeching  through  the  clouded  glass  behind  him .  the  cost  of  the  𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂  made  his  vision  momentarily  dim ,  but  he  gave  nothing  of  the  sudden  exhaustion  away . “ I  wasn’t  expecting  a  visitor , ”  he  said ,  in  a  voice  loud  enough  to  carry  -  all  the  way  to  holland ,  or  so  he  hoped .  he  knew  of  only  one  way  a  woman  could  step  into  his  rooms  without  using  the  door ;  the  same  way  his  antari  had ,  the  day  they  killed  london’s  last  king .  

he  did  not  relish  the  𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘  of  his  own  death  coming  the  same  way .

there  was  something  off  about  the  woman  -  a  translucence  that  lingered  even  once  his  sight  had  righted .  not  the  usual  𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆  of  all  things  in  the  world ,  not  like  anything  he  had  ever  seen . “ I  usually  limit  my  audiences  to  the  throne  hall , ”  he  continued . “  but  seeing  as  you’re  here  now ,  why  don’t  you  tell  me  what  it  is  you  want ? ”

          ❛   A  CLOSER  LOOK  AT  ONE  WHO  CLAIMS  TO  HAVE  MURDERED  HIS  WAY  TO  THE  THRONE  FOR  THE  SAKE  OF  JUSTICE.    ❜     anouk’s  response  is  cool  despite  her  aching  heart;    this  version  of  makt  is  both  familiar  and  unknown   ,   the  sense  of  loss  palpable  compared  to  what  she’d  known.    what  would  her  wife  think  of  this  world  and  its  king?      ❛   most  who  sit  on  your  throne  don’t  harbour  such   lofty  ideals.    ❜

          maktahn  kings  and  queens  have  always  valued  strength  ,  but  despite  his  reputation  as  a  killer  ,  ros  vortalis  reminds  her  more  of  the  kings  of  old.    the  rulers  of  her  wife’s  time  ,  before  the  worlds  had  been  sealed  and  the  magic  had  begun  its  desperate  retreat  to  where  human  hands  could  not  reach.    london  now  cares  more  for   brute  force   than  strength  and  more  for   spilled blood   than  meaningful  power  ,  but  the  old  rulers  knew  there  was  more  than  one  way  to  hold  power.    the  winter  king  knows  it  too  ,  she  thinks.  

          a  man  who  wants  to  not  just  claim  the  throne  ,  but  use  its  power  to  fix  what  centuries  of  violent  power  struggles  have  not.    how  could  she  not  want  to  see  for  herself?    (  memories  rise  ,  swiftly  repressed.    a  red  london  queen  with  steel  in  her  eyes  ,  who  understood  what  it  was  to  love  a  country  so  much  you  would  lose  your  life  for  it.  )

          the  more  hope  his  people  place  in  him  ,  the  more  bloodthirsty  they’ll  be  when  he  fails  to  deliver.    it  will  be  no  fault  of  his  own;    such  is  just  the  way  of  this  world  ,  and  all  the  laws  and  iron-fisted  rule  he  can  conjure  won’t  coax  magic  back  from  the  cold  earth.     anouk  savi  should  know  better  than  to  hope  ,  or  to  stay.    she  has  seen  this  before.    she  makes  herself  comfortable  and  sits  down  instead.       ❛    you  know  ,  i  believe  it  would  be  polite  to  offer  me  a  drink  about  now.    ❜

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שנה טובה! 🍎🍯

Wishing all my Jewish followers a happy, healthy, and sweet new year this Rosh Hashanah! 💛