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Heads up: I start work Monday.
My shift is 9-5, Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays – so, if and when I feel like being out and about (and when I get wifi at home), I’ll work on things like threads and whatnot. Otherwise I’ll do stuff like ask replies, memes, starters, and metas. This post will be reblogged to all my current blogs, and will be queued out a few times.
Anyone want a bitter, pretty much unkillable disillusioned mage-turned-vampire (and former hot priest) whose foundation started at love and protection but warped into power and sanity slippage? Here to support a local man who literally respawns like a horrifying video game enemy you were 1000% sure you killed, because he made a pact with the core of existence?
Yeah here you go, it’s Matt back at it again with a (mildly canon-divergent, largely headcanon-based) blog for Michael Roa Valdamjong of Tsukihime, the absolute disaster himself.
Sitting at a table, Ritsuka was flipping through a book. Before her was a jewel and a small circle of some sort. She scratched her head a few times, glancing over at the book, and the jewel, then the circle. "Why isn't it working?" She grumbled. The book was the magus version of Alchemy for dummies, supposedly.
“Your arrays are out of order, and misaligned. It’ll backlash on your hands if you keep trying at that.”
The comment is soft, neither scolding nor condescending: just a gentle correction made in an absent manner as he pats a pocket seeking the piece of chalk he keeps on-hand for such matters.
A sweeping motion, a circle drawn close enough to the (unbalanced, but well-drawn) one to keep the same energy flow, but far enough not to overcharge -- Atram doesn’t so much as lift the chalk between lines, making instead a clean series of loops and bends.
“It’s easier to keep them aligned if you don’t lift your drawing medium when handling the circles and their contents, though that does still take practice. Aside from the alignment and order issues, though, you did have everything drawn correctly! You’ve been studying things pretty hard to remember all of that.”
"The children look happy." He comments softly, looking past Atram for a moment before meeting his companion's stare once more. "Found them from all walks of life, did you? And you do not find it difficult to take care of so many yourself?"
“I didn’t want them to live without agency -- there’s nothing crueler than growing up to only be an ideal, with no say in what becomes of you. Or what you become, for that matter...”
He gives a sigh (people have died because of him: but that is another matter, though it is his fuel), whipping his hair back into its tied state with ease. He squeezes the lighter in his pocket absently, a mild nervous tic -- better than biting his nails, worse than fiddling with his earrings.
Yes, it was difficult. No, he wouldn’t change it. He’d worked hard for these kids, moreso than for himself: they would be given what he never had, of course.
“I don’t take care of them alone, for one. I also make sure everyone has schedules: curfew and meal times are the same for everyone, but the kids set their plans for the day aside from that. It’s pretty easy to keep everyone in line that way, and they know they can come to me for anything they need...that’s why I want to continue on like this. They deserve the best I can offer them.”
Young Nier, from Nier Replicant
[ TELL ME WHO YOU THINK I'D WRITE WELL. ]
MY SON...that's my son whomst I adore!!! Writing him would definitely be a fun and wild ride,,, I'd need to go through an LP again if I did so but that's my Baby Boy!
send me a muse you’d like to see me play!
What muse do you think I’d be good at playing?
gender: “pretty boy”
send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on
I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!
"Hey, come dance with me. I want to."
He holds out his hand (the one with the rough scarring across the knuckles, the smaller scar in its palm), smiling as he does so: it's an unexpected request, but not one he can't fill.
"Do you have anything particular in mind? -- I am more than willing to indulge you, of course."
It's that casual air: neither condescending or submissive, just simply equalizing in tone -- there is nothing, in that instance, except what exists within that room (two people, a mage and a hero, on an even playing field).
(( Inbox Call! Bap the heart button for a free delivery of one tired alchemist! ))
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[ A Peek At Atram's Messy Journals. ]
The page is a disjointed mess -- no dates, though it appears to be more than one entry. This is further evidenced by its adjacent number being much the same.
Need to remember to do a hard load of laundry today, Salya's hand debacle still seems to be bleeding at night. Reminder to lock up curse tomes as well. Don't trust any of the others not to do something similar -- I'll work on how to reverse or break it in the meantime. At the very least I can transfer it and just wear gloves for a while. Don't want to have to repeat [something else seems to have been written here, but is scratched out so heavily it almost breaks through the other side of the paper, a thickly crossed black shine].
[Appears to be a later entry, as the pen color is now a faded blue, as if the pen used is dying.] Really should have brought a pen from home. Hotel fare is never good on that, no matter how posh the place. Living like this will eat me alive if I let it, but it's better than that household and the cold floors. Self reminder, don't bother looking in the open doors when you get there. Don't even bother trying to close them, either. Those rooms are as haunted as it gets.
[There are two very large, underlined lines, fully capitalized in red ink.] DO NOT ANSWER THE PHONE OR CHECK THE MAIL FOR THE NEXT THREE MONTHS. DO NOT ALLOW STAFF OR STUDENTS TO ANSWER.
journal prompts
send 📝 for a journal entry by my muse about someone else (specify who; this can be someone from their past or present)
send ✍🏽 for a general journal entry
the sender may add a specific topic for either, but doesn’t have to. may be sent on anon
“ does your pain have a voice ? ”
[ Maybe You've Forgotten How To Flee. ]
"It has...a few, though it hardly matters."
It's a startlingly dismissive air to take with so jarring a statement (a scream turned sevenfold, some sort of cosmic echo: it doesn't make for pleasant conversation so it's conversation he doesn't make) -- but perhaps that's part of his charm. The quick laugh that follows sounds like someone walking over glass, like something being flatly crushed into a hard surface; an effort at dodging a brick of a topic made as best he can manage.
"That's hardly a good conversation to have in the light, though, don't you think?"
from the work of amanda lovelace , the mermaid’s voice returns in this one ( consider supporting the author ) . pronouns ( he , she , they , i , etc ) & tenses can be adjusted as needed
“ i’m dropping my sword ” “ i’m not sure which of us i’m trying to convince ” “ there was no one i could have told ” “ there was nothing i could have done ” “ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the life you never got to have ? ” “ do you ever find yourself nostalgic for the person you never got to be ? ” “ i never meant to be here for so long ” “ when will it be my turn ? ” “ who was i before you ? ” “ you can’t fix someone else ” “ you were the first one i believed ” “ i don’t mean to frighten you ” “ i would seriously consider drinking the atlantic whole if only you asked me to ” “ what wouldn’t i do for you ? ” “ i wish you had been my first love ” “ you were always my favorite wreck ” “ why wasn’t i smart enough to stay away from you ? ” “ this isn’t that kind of fairy tale ” “ cages are still cages even when they’re designed to look just like castles ” “ staying with you is nothing more than muscle memory ” “ how can you just walk away ? ” “ sometimes we have to feed ourselves lies just to live ” “ i still have every part of myself ” “ you don’t get to say it’s my fault for staying ” “ i’m but a work in progress ” “ i’m still alive and therefore so is hope ” “ i’m my own sunrise ” “ be stronger than the villains ” “ your voice could sink spaceships ” “ you need to try anyway ” “ you have been known to pry the scabs open , bleed them out ” “ i woke up the next morning and i did not feel brave ” “ we talk about survival like it’s a thing that makes you stronger ” “ i was a bird before this ” “ i remember everything ” “ my healing is ugly ” “ there always exists more than one opportunity for you to grow ” “ i meant to break open to make room for stars ” “ it’s time you give yourself a fair chance ” “ it was never as pretty as you like to pretend it was ” “ i’m used to it by now ” “ don’t ever take anyone’s bullshit ” “ you did not disappear unnoticed ” “ your scraped knees will always mend ” “ just keep singing yourself to sleep ” “ eventually your monsters will stop haunting you ” “ you are not sad forever ” “ maybe the difference between remembering and hurting is just me ” “ does your pain have a voice ? ” “ you are worth spoiling ” “ when i was a child , i used to believe anyone ” “ you did all you could do ” “ now you must learn what it means for you to live ” “ i’ve never been a river nor a lake for you to peer into ” “ my story has never been your story ” “ rip this page out and keep it with you ” “ be victorious in everything you do ” “ disturb the gods , if that’s what it takes ”
Headcanon/info primer post!
Introductory notes for new followers or reminders in general.
Notes regarding Atram’s family. (part one, part two.)
Atram’s actual view of Medea. (Overview.)
Atram and sign language. (Overview.)
Atram’s magecraft and magic circuits. (magecraft, magic circuits.)
Sexuality & marriage (sexuality, marriage.)
Mental health. (Part one, part two.)
New Additions:
magecraft and alchemy part 3
more notes on romance, relationships, love, and other things
Atram & sleep
Atram during his days as a Clocktower student
Rubs my dirty little hands together. I have some new (canon) info to fold into my blog info and some posts to update as such...and also like six names to pick...this is just a self-reminder of metas I need to do:
Atram and his (actual) reasons for pacifism
A detailed overview of Atram's (strained as all hell) relationship with his parents
Atram and death; Atram and atheism (single meta, they go together)
Part two on my "Atram's view of Medea" meta, but more detailed, and more on the "why" instead of the "what" he feels