[pyropalle]

# ‘Pyropalle ⸻ A Multimuse and Original Character blog  / Drawn & Loved by Ino (she / her, 21+) / Multiship, OC & multiverse friendly.

Activity: Filling the queue. Most active muses: Crosseyra Rowan, Mito Jūjō, Kurasame Susaya, Columbina Hyposelenia, Hope Estheim.

☆ Muse list  ✦  st. call  ✦  Rules under cut ✦  Connections page  ✦  rp memes  ✦  art tag

Blog affiliated to:  Noctalaethra , viridianwins, vancreux , bishonenprince & hxavens​​

I want to keep it things clean and simple, so here it goes. Don’t be a dick, I don’t participate on drama. I’m a working lady with an office job and an illustration career who does roleplay on the sides, I come here to unwind most of the time. Keep it cool, I’ll do the same.

You'll find mostly simplicity in this blog, because I've shifted my focus to a low-maintenance aesthetic for mental peace reasons. I used to have really fancy blogs, working on edits and visuals and what not, however, life is hard when you’re an adult and I stressed too much on this topic leading to some anxiety issues. Nowadays I just focus on having a clean tag system, clean trimmed posts and writting.

Length of replies may vary due to time or inspiration. I've found myself struggling to used the queue system properly, so expect days where nothing is posted and days where replies come ten at a time.

Dark/problematic content friendly. Smut friendly. Multiship friendly. Crossover friendly as long as I know the media your muse comes from. Duplicates friendly. I don’t have any particular trigger.

I like to ramble about my muses a lot. Discord is reserved for friends only. I encourage plotting.

Regarding Generative AI: No. Just not. Get that thing away from me. If you use it for anything I automatically think less of you, I think you stupid.

Regarding shipping: I welcome pre-established relationships as long as I have a clear understanding of all the background inner works. I'm a ship monster yet I vibe in the pool of chemistry. I want to note that, for me to dive in your workings of the relationship you pre-established between our muses, you also have to be open to twist things here and there because my portrayal might contradict specific things of your idea. Communication and being open to play around with things is key. A.K.A. Plotting.

I do prefer shipping with one portrayal of a muse. My Kurasame won't be shipped with another Miwa or Sora, for example, but I don't enforce it on my partners, it's a personal preference, a lot of the time I build and evolve my muses with In Character interactions, they become an integral part of how I write them. Be mindful, though: If I start getting the feeling my muses become sort of trinkets for collection or the dynamic shifts because my portrayal is getting compromised, I'm dropping the ship altogether. Aside from that, is all fresco.

Problematic/Dark content: My stance in this long-despised argument is very simple; I don't care what you write, I just can't bring myself to be poignant or alarmed by your choice of theme exploration. The real world is so different to online discourse that I just don't pay much mind to it anymore. I am from a generation that wasn't raised among the walls of social media nor chronically online people. You do you, I do mine, we respect each other's boundaries, that's it.

A friendly reminder: Jūri Kuran's story and character is bound to the incestuous practices of the Kuran clan. Bound to touch it as a theme. Here is the format I use for her tags that you can blacklist at your discretion.

'Pureblood Vampire Queen' + 'IC/HC/Aesthetics/Musings'

Example: Pureblood Vampire Queen / HC

I’m Ino, 25+, your friendly diagnosed autistic fella. I’m chilling. Coming back to tumblr after an hiatus of 2 years or so. Pleased.

Disclaimer: The icons I use for Hope Estheim, Kurasame Susaya and Venti/Barbatos weren’t made by me, but a friend that’s no longer in my circle. The icons for Aerith and Euphemia were made by baby boy Sora ( bishonenprince). The frames for the icons of Crosseyra Rowan were made by the lovely Serin ( noctalaethra​ ).

SPECIAL DNI: If you frequently interact with Zor.kaya, please don’t follow. I don’t want to have anything to do with her.

[pyropalle]

I'm out of money this month so I'm making my niece's bday gift. Big fan of Kamado. What do we think chat. Good enough for inking?

[pyropalle]

Ferid, referring to Guren: You're so fiercely protective of your princess. Mito: ...Huh, strangely accurate.

[viridianwins]

@pyropalle asked. ❝ any sudden moves and i’ll put one right between your eyes. ❞ / Mito @ Ferid

"I didn’t expect you to be so forward, little lamb." That lie rolled easily off the progenitor's tongue. As if he hadn't noticed the tension hanging in the air.

A smile that didn’t reach his eyes met the young woman’s piercing gaze. Ferid sensed a deep mistrust radiating from her fists and dared to push them away from him with the tip of a finger, redirecting them veeeery slowly.

Although he could regenerate his amputated limbs or make his body grow back completely, those demonic weapons that humans had developed could still cause great harm to vampires, even those of the nobility. Dangerous things. Inconvenient, at the very least. Tsk, tsk. "Do you wish to get rid of me so quickly?"

"You're just as fiercely protective of your princess as dear Mika over there."

[pyropalle]

On guard, a posture that spoke only of mistrust, violence, murderous intent. Mito made the conscious decision, eight years ago, to place her unbreakable faith in her chosen family. The princess of the Jūjō house gave her back to the very clan that sired her (granted her station, honors, power and recognition) in order to support the people she came to love the most.

Children of the Imperial Demons all suffered the same problem, really. The lack of a true family.

It was Guren's idea to collaborate with a high ranking vampire noble, thus Mito Jūjō went along with it. She trusted Ichinose, yes, but this bloodsucking asshole? Not even a single silver hair on that dead head.

"If it was up to me," she answered, but then again, it wasn't. The colonel angrily pushed his hand, and her fists, away. "Keep it present, you turn on us and it'll be me who's gonna blast your vampiric head into dust."

[vancreux]

𝐀𝐂𝐄'𝐒  𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐒  𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃   'pon  being  carried  by  kurasame.  while  in  any  other  occasion  he  would  be  protesting,  he  bit  back  his  tongue  &   held  onto  the  tribune  for  dear  life,  fearing  he  could  be  𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝  at  any  given  moment.  however,  despite  his  visible  annoyance,  there  was  a  noticeable  blush  that  engulfed  his  visage  &   the  tips  of  his  ears.

there  was  an  urge  to  writhe  in  the  ice  reaper's  hold,  but  hindering  his  recovery  any  further  would  cripple  class  zero.  besides,  he  didn't  want  sora  to  put  himself  in  danger  any  more  than  he  needed  to.  the  brunet  had  already  sustained  more  than  enough  fatal  wounds  throughout  their  missions.  if  anything,  he  was  more  reckless  than  he  was.  hence  he  needed  to  keep  an  eye  on  him.

in  the  infirmary,  ace's  thoughts  veered  towards  kurasame  &  sora's  relationship,  debating  if  he  should  confront  his  commanding  officer  about  it.  he  might  as  well  though,  'fore  the  treasure  ended  up  falling  apart.  ❝  patched  up  or  not,  i'll  be  on  the  front  lines  sans  fear.  didn't  you  know  ?  𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐚  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭  𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧  𝐭𝐨  𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬  𝐢  𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲  𝐠𝐨𝐭  𝐚  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧  𝐫𝐢𝐛.  ❞

of  course,  given  the  brunet's  injuries,  mother  would  have  had  king  &  queen  quickly  transport  him  to  her  office.  his  expression  became  solemn,  evidence  of  how  serious  the  matter  was.  ❝  of  course  you  wouldn't  know.  you're  too  busy  with  her  doing  who  knows  what  than  spending  time  with  him.  what's  your  end  game   ?  ❞

his  eyes  narrowed,  glaring  at  the  ice  reaper.  were  he  able  to  move  freely,  he  would  have  punched  him  in  the  face.  alas,  he  had  to  somewhat  recover  so  he  could  protect  what  he  held  dear.  ❝  why  mess  with  his  feelings  ?  he's  breaking.  are  you  blind  ?   attractive  you  may  be,  but  that  doesn't  give  you  the  right  to  toy  with  people.  i've  been  with  him  for  years  &  i  can  tell  he's  falling  apart.  it's  why  i  stepped  in.  why  i  give  him  what  you  rarely  do.  ❞

guilt  was  something  he  oft  felt,  but  he  had  no  choice.  love  was  a  powerful  thing.  however,  he  had  never  crossed  the  lines  he  shouldn't  as  he  held  some  morals.  ❝  if  you  don't  get  shit  straight  &  drop  this  aloof  act,  he's  going  to  do  something  stupid.  i  know  you've  already  been  physical  with  each  other,  so  why   ──  why  aren't  you  true  to  yourself.  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐬𝐨  𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝  𝐨𝐟  ?  ❞

[pyropalle]

Aloof act? Performing as a dutiful commanding officer could count as a dramatized role in his current station, once he took charge of Class Zero at Dr. Al-Rashia's recommendation among the Consortium of Eight. Icy blue eyes drifted from the small green companion that gently tucked his cape seconds prior to place it on the cadet he safely tossed on the empty bed.

How convenient the infirmary was deserted at this hour. How practical not even the shadow of the head nurse lurked nearby.

A flash of a hand grabbed the golden boy's jaw, so fast he barely had time to articulate a reaction (not injured, at the very least), violently pressing Ace's head against the languid pillow and his upper body onto the mattress. Whether the cadet managed or did not draw a card on Susaya's face, came to little concern to Kurasame.

A shell of once a Champion, resembling an empty carcass in recent years, hovering on the Zero's body along piercing eyes made of frost looking straight into the personification of defiance. The Reaper narrowed his gaze.

"Allow me to drop the aloof act, as you so seamlessly put it. You talk like you deserve more than what you're given. If that's the case your issue is not with me, but with your beloved Saint. It so happens my issue steers towards him as well." Pushing buttons, apparently, came quite naturally to the likes of the Ice Reaper, and how creative life unfolded for them, because being shamelessly dreadful was a shared trait among Kurasame and Ace. Perhaps it was all Sora's fault, for mixing himself with grim characters like them.

"How much do you know about him? Less than I do, perhaps, which is both astonishing and a shame in equal measures, if true." Kurasame clicked his tongue, leaning Ace's face to the left. "No... Maybe we know completely different parts of the same story."

Dull, rotting, forgotten, quietly awaiting the death he was stripped from so many years ago. The voids he couldn't fill, the faces he couldn't remember. He came back, and Kurasame suddenly had a reason.

The Tribune let go of the blond bluntly. "He hasn't changed much, you know? He seems to be always running towards the pointy end of the sword, willingly, and Arecia still takes advantage of that. But why. To bring forth the Messiah that was prophecied by the Vermilion Bird?" He ruminated, to himself more than to the cadet. Though he had folded the hand, his eyes returned to Ace's with the same bitting frost. "Where are your alliegances? With Class Zero? The mistress I'm accussed of keeping? Arecia? Or are you completely devoted to Sora?"

[bishonenprince]

                𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰  𝗵𝘂𝗲𝘀  𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗱  𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀  𝗸𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲  , then  slowly , towards  the  books  being  placed  upon  the  countertop.  he  stared  for  a  moment  ,  debating  if  he  too  ,  should  start  paying  attention  during  class.  then  again  ,  there  was  no  point  as  he  already  knew  most  things  being  taught.  he  was  just  there  per  arecia's  orders.  plus  ,  he  often  had  other  more  important  things  to  deal  with.

naturally  ,  people  often  avoided  him  due  to  his  connection  with  the  archsorceress  as  well  as  the  chancellor.  not  only  that  ,  but  his  looks  also  played  a  huge  part.  he  was  like  a  bird  in  a  golden  cage  ,  something  only  to  be  admired  from  afar  ——  an  existence  he's  come  to  know  as  being  utterly  lonesome.  he  was  fine  by  his  lonesome  though  ,  he  learned  to  be  /  learned  to  be  okay  with  just  him  /  learned  to  be  fine  on  the  outside.

❝  h-hello  ,  ah  i  ——  no  i  haven't.  i  .  .  .  i  don't  know  what  to  order  .  .  .  ❞  an  honest  truth  as  he  had  only  ever  eaten  a  bland  meal  bar  alongside  a  variety  of  pills  that  arecia  gave  him  on  a  daily  basis  since  apparently  ,  his  body  worked  differently.  at  least  ,  that's  what  he  had  always  been  told.  ❝  sorry  ,  i  just  .  .  .  i've  never  eaten  anything  ?  i've  only  ever  eaten  this  weird  bland  protein  bar  thing  &  pills  ?  ❞

out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  he  noticed  someone  staring  at  him  ,  a  familiar  face  that  he  had  come  across  fairly  frequently  as  of  late.  ah  ,  where  they  following  him  ?  something  told  him  he  should  be  careful  &  avoid  empty  places  ,  but  maybe  he  was  just  overthinking  things  &  being  paranoid  for  no  reason.

❝  what  would  you  recommend  ?  oh  ,  do  you  have  plans  after  ?  ——  forget  it  ,  i'm  sure  you  do.  you  hang  out  with  a  group  ,  don't  you  ?  speaking  of  ,  shouldn't  you  be  with  them  instead  ?  i'm  sure  they're  far  better  company  than  me.  ❞  a  soft  giggle  ,  fingers  tapping  against  the  countertop  as  his  attention  drifted  towards  the  ceiling.

he  supposed  it'd  just  be  another  long  day  by  himself  ,  but  there  were  plenty  of  things  he  could  do  to  pass  the  time  like  leaving  akademeia  to  explore  the  wilderness.  tilting  his  head  back  ,  he  saw  people  whispering  whilst  glancing  in  their  direction.  this  made  him  straighten  up  &  sigh.  ❝  we  should  probably  hurry  up  &  part  ways  ,  i  wouldn't  want  to  keep  you  away  from  your  friends  too  long  ,  &  i  have  .  .  .  some  things  i  need  to  take  care  of.  ❞

[pyropalle]

Nothing yet on the plate, huh? It meant he didn't arrive all too early, at the very least that was what Kurasame deduced from his answer, kind of mentally sighing in relief. Without major roundabouts, the Class First cadet took the laminated menu from one of the small racks, opening his mouth ready to start appraising some of the options he was more familiar with to Sora, just to help him make up his mind... before being bombarded with a monologue of self-deprecation... ish.

Protein bars and pills? His friends? What about them? Wait, wait, wait, hold on a second. He was already leaving?

Kurasame stared at him with a mixture of the most flabbergasted and suspicious expression he could articulate on his face. Susaya had a certain fame of being quite blunt on his approaches to almost everyone, never truly minced his words and was rather cold in demeanor. That made him an outcast in the past, of course, despite the fact he couldn't remember any of it.

"...You have an eating disorder or something?" Chugging pills and protein bars sounded questioningly close to a pathology. The look in Sora's blue eyes, of course, prompted a sigh out of Susaya's lips, scratching the back of his neck and where his hair started to grow. "I'm not judging, but you kind of went into a full depressing monologue there. Didn't we agree to lunch together? "

The young Class First cadet cleared his throat, trying to regain some sort of more lenient composure on the matter. With one hand, he showed Sora the menu, giving off a couple of reflections due to the laminated material wrapping it, so he had to adjust it carefully to keep all of it visible. "Look, I get it if you have some other stuff to do, but I'm getting myself some nice lunch anyway, and I promised to treat you as well, so you can order whatever you want and take it with you, alright? Can offer some recommendations on that front."

[ahb-writes]

(from Eighty-Six #1)

[bishonenprince]

“that’s the most impressive sandcastle i’ve ever seen.” / from Kurasame.

summer / vacation starters ! ; @pyropalle

                𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝘂𝗻  𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲  𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗹𝘆  𝗶𝗻  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝘀𝗸𝘆  ,  crisp  ocean  air  hitting  sora's  nostrils  &  bringing  forth  a  strong  feeling  of  nostalgia.  for  some  reason  ,  ever  since  he  was  a  kid  ,  the  ocean  had  always  called  to  him.  so  much  ,  that  he  almost  drowned  had  it  not  been  for  a  strong  &  handsome  silver  haired  man  that  had  caught  sight  of  him  by  some  miracle.  it  was  a  story  he  never  told  anyone  ——  until  now.

❝  damn  right  papi.  this  little  idol's  got  other  talents  besides  singing  &  acting.  this  right  here's  gonna  be  our  future  home  &  we're  gonna  fill  it  up  with  our  ten  children.  we'll  have  cats  ,  dogs  ,  chickens  ,  &  our  own  little  farm  ~  we'll  be  living  the  dream  ,  just  you  wait.  once  the  band's  uk  tour  is  over  ,  i  am  getting  this  built  mi amor !  ❞

he  sighed  dreamily  ,  twirling  in  that  pink  ,  frilly  polka  dot  swimsuit  before  hugging  kurasame's  arm.  ❝  oh  yeah  ,  did  you  know  that  when  i  was  a  kid  ,  i  almost  drowned  here  ?  if  it  wasn't  for  some  handsome  silver  haired  man  ,  i  would  have  been  a  goner  !  i  wouldn't  have  met  your  hot  ass  &  you  would  have  remained  alone  forever.  ❞  a  dramatic  gasp  left  him  &  he  practically  glued  himself  to  his  lover.

❝  it's  fine  though  ,  like  i'd  ever  let  you  remain  alone.  i  would  have  thrown  hands  with  the  grim  reaper  to  come  back.  my  kurasame  ,  mine  !  in  this  life  &  the  next  ,  i  will  find  you  &  i  will  have  your  heart.  this  is  a  threat  ,  but  i'm  sure  you  wouldn't  have  it  any  other  way  ,  hm  ?  now  then  ,  let's  take  a  picture  &  go  get  some  dinner.  after  ,  i'll  show  you  a  good  time  ~  ❞

[vancreux]

i guess that is kind of freeing ... in a sociopathic kind of way. / Lena @ Shin

❝  𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇  [   …  ]  𝐒𝐎  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐌𝐄  𝐀  𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇   ?  ❞  shin  slumped  down  into  the  couch,  flipping  his  book  open  to  the  chapter  he'd  previously  bookmarked  by  folding  over  the  right  corner  of  the  page.  mayhap  his  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞  seemed  passive  aggressive.  however,  he  wasn't  actively  trying  to  make  the  other  feel  bad.

putting  it  bluntly,  he  had  no  reason  to  indulge  her  in  small  talk.  although,  he  could  tell  she  was  slowly  trying  to  get  him  to  warm  up  to  her  (   not  that  he  ever  would.  )  the  para-raid  droned,  indicating  that  t'was  still  on  as  his  gaze  swept  over  several  written  lines.  exhaling,  he  felt  a  bit  irritated  as  she  attempted  to  continue  their  conversation.

after  a  few  more  seconds  of  silence,  he  felt  something  soft  rubbing  up  against  his  left  arm.  it  would  seem  the  squadron's  𝐜𝐚𝐭  had  decided  to  start  purring  &  nuzzle  the  unsuspecting  reaper.  blinking  in  response,  he  adjusted  his  free  hand  to  gently  pet  the  familiar  feline.  ❝  seems  it's  time  for  me  to  sleep  or  else  i'm  going  to  hate  myself  in  the  morning.  𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐧𝐞.  ❞

𝐇ACKETT'S 𝐐UARRY 𝐅OREVER ! ! ! : answered - @pyropalle

[pyropalle]

It's already May 31st here so very mucho bueno belated birthday, @bishonenprince ! Hope you have a wonderful celebration today, mwah.

[vancreux]

#  VANCREUX: an extremely private & selective, low activity mumu ft. VARIOUS Honkai: Star Rail muses as well as muses from Genshin Impact, Final Fantasy, TBHX, Anime/Manga, & more. hc based & canon divergent based on source material. read the RULES before even following. ©

[sanscest69]

I just realized that many many people have jobs

Rb with your job, wtf do you people do while offline???

[pyropalle]

Might as well post some doodles. Various ocs of mine, some hand study, FARAH'S FC IS THERE, all scanned from Da Sketchbook tm.

[pyropalle]

Finished the 6.6 AQ. HAVE SOME MANY THOUGHTS. But for now, as follows:

♦️The night before assaulting Sumeru City again was emotional, heart-warming and bittersweet Haicross sex. Can't deny it. Scribe let go of what was beyond of his control the moment he clocked out and chose to be with her. Plus the stargazing.

♦️Returning to an upside down house wrecked by the conflict was... a little heartwarming too. Windows broken, books destroyed, the door had a hole in it, but it seemed like a quiet project to work on. The most pressing matter was covering the windows while rebuilding works were underway, so they wouldn't freeze while sleeping, however, that night felt like a metaphor to start fixing and refashioning their lives again. Hazeeh's gone, but she'll always be their little girl, and a whole future ahead to keep remembering her. Kaveh took the liberty of making a few renovations, and among those renovations is that Crosseyra finally let the nursery room be dismantled.

♦️That very first night they returned to Sumeru and found their home in disarray, they mostly cleaned the living room and the kitchen, cooked something quick and the three of them slept in the living room. They could start cleaning the rest of the house tomorrow.

[pyropalle]

For Cross, watching Alhaitham hard at work in his field of expertise is a very erotic moment (even if depressed, heh).

[pyropalle]

Sora has the voice and Cross the fingers and the skill. Imagine the voice/piano duets. Shin is beatboxing in the bg.

[pyropalle]

#.Eighty-Six v. / The Aftermath of the First Great Offensive

Crosseyra is part of the batch of Eighty-Six that, after taking asylum in the Federacy following the First Great Offensive, were successfully reconnected to living relatives in Giadian territory. It took several months, for she began forced conscription in the Republic under the Alrys surname and, as it often happened with seasoned Processors that served long enough to earn a Personal Name, most of her childhood memories were buried in thick layers of trauma and self-preservation mechanisms. Still, as both the Aquila and Rubela people are endemic of Giad, the chances of her ancestry hailing from the Empire were high.

Even though she was identified as a Pyrope descendant of the Rowan family, the once powerful and influential household had fallen into oblivion years prior with the revolution that deposed the monarchy. Her closest kin remaining were cousins in second degree, barely above her own age, who never met each other before. The rest of the clan either died during the civil war or were executed after nobility's defeat, including her own mother.

What an irony, Lieutenant Colonel Wenzel commented once, for someone who went through hell, returning home and finding out the house is empty and on-sale.

She made inquiries about the status of Oscar and Fleur Alrys back in the Republic with the help of Major Vladilena Milizé. It was reported both had died in the Great Offensive.

As a seasoned Name Bearer, Crosseyra chose to join active service in the Federacy's military through the newly formed Eighty-Sixth Strike Package. A number of her own squad's members decided to leave conscription altogether, nevertheless, as so did most of the younger Processors who began piloting only two years ago and the scars of war hadn't ingrained themselves too deep on their flesh.

Thus, the Eighty-Sixth Strike Package was permanently relocated to the Rustkammer base, in the Wolflands, and so was Crosseyra, awaiting new orders. They were about to be issued their debut operation as the Eighty-Sixth Strike Package unit, the Recapture of Charité, the second capital of the Republic of San Magnolia.