Frayed Lines. Marigolds.

Indie OC Multimuse. Near future fantasy setting. Occasional NSFW Content

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Anyways, enjoy the muse spread while I work on getting this blog up and running

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I try to make a lineup of the three muses and OF COURSE Navius is the only one whose art causes their head to get fucking chopped off lmao

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"I lay dormant for TEN-THOUSAND YEARS--"

Yes, Navius is awake now. Mostly because their 'coworkers' that they fucking hate are gonna be here any second now...

// Aka, I am reworking this into a multimuse blog and planning on actually using it more in the future, please wait while I fix my bullshit

[melodiadraconis]

A faux sigh of annoyance was given as Navius used her head as a chin rest, grey eyes flashing up at them with that singnature pout. “Shame. I would’ve liked to gently squish you for calling me short.” There’s a hum though, listening to them talk about how the organisation was looking into her; how they still viewed her as a threat…

What was there for Lyth to do beyond playing a part?

“I’m not here to hurt people, you know that.” Navius had seen her sing enough and they often kept in touch when she traveled. “What more do they want? Do they want my undying oath to never ever hurt a tiny hair on a person’s head?” She couldn’t help the smile to ease the edge off her words, “I can handle more scrutinising if that’s the case. It’s not like I’ve got better things to do.”

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"Well, next time we're in a big empty field - go ahead and gimmie a squish! Y'know death doesn't work on me anyways~"

After their sing-song invitation for her to mutilate them, Navius gets serious... which normally only happens once - maybe twice- a day. Lyth should make the most of it!

"Look. I... get it. On both ends. They harangued the hell out of me when I came into this soggy meatspace, because I was the first Night Terror that wasn't out to kill every human I saw. For the longest time, some higher ups thought I was pretending - waiting until the most perfect place to turn traitor and cause a bloodbath! I wasn't alive for the August Apocalypse... but a lot of them were."

They loop their arms loosely around Lyth's waist, tugging her ever-so-gently closer to them.

"If it makes you feel better, it didn't take long for you to get downgraded from 'potential threat' to 'person of interest.' It's not that they think you're likely to cause a ruckus yourself... but you're powerful, Lyth. And the mortal, meatbag viewpoint is that power exists to be used, or exploited."

There's a strange softness in their voice.

"You're very content to not use it, but that doesn't mean some of the worst parts of the magical world wouldn't like that power for themselves... leeches they are."

[melodiadraconis]

Lyth scrunched her nose up at Navius, pouting – as she lets go and lands onto the floor with a soft tap of her shoes. “Sixty-six feet, thank you.” She crossed her arms with a huff, “And I’d demolish half the buildings. I think your people don’t look kindly to that kind of destruction.”

A grin, as she leaned against their person, nipping their chin, “At least, last I checked. Now if they’ve recently changed their mind on that matter…”

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Navius pretends to think on the matter - putting a claw to their chin as their eyes glance at the ceiling. It isn't long before they place both hands atop Lyth's head, and then rests their chin atop their hands.

"Nope, the Reavers would still hate that! It'd be interesting, but... y'know - a danger to life and limb and all that drab stuff. So, tiny and boring - strictly by comparison to Dragon-you - you must remain!"

Lyth knows them well enough to know that their manner of speaking about such things is oftentimes an act. Of course it would be dangerous for her to shapeshift in the middle of a building! But Navius can't be caught dead seeming like they care about other people! While their wounds naturally knit back together, they cast a glance to the side.

"They are startin' to get on my ass, though. Not in a bad way, mind. They're being--" Navius performs air-quotes. "--'responsible.' They asked me about us and I told 'em the truth, so now they're thinking of sending someone else to make sure you're not a threat just in case I'm not 'unbiased' enough..."

They performatively retch, sticking out their tongue.

"...like I haven't done enough for their asses!"

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@melodiadraconis

“I’m going to bite you,” Lyth declared, doing just that. Chomp, chomp, chomp. “That was an awful joke, and you cheat.”

Navius lifts the bicep that Lyth was currently nibbling into, raising her off the ground and staring her in the eyes before their mouth opens - and a sound like a gameshow 'incorrect' buzzer leaves their lips.

"Wrong answer! I'm never cheating! This is a natural result of my state a' being...!"

They poke Lyth's nose, before raising a point.

"What ya shoulda said was - 'My Dragon form is 40 feet tall, you're the tiny one, little shapeshifter man!'"

[eucalyptus-sage]

being known is being loved

"i know your pizza order" "you have freckles on your ears" "you make this face when you're tired" "you order green tea on a good day black on a bad day" "you always make that face before you try something" "the tips of your ears turn red when you're angry" "i knew you'd say something" "you must be exhausted to miss the class" "your favorite pie is pumpkin, right?" "i know your phone number, don't worry" "you miss me, i can tell" "you fiddle with your pens when you're bored" "you don't like converse unless they're high tops" "your favorite cereal is cinnamon toast crunch and you first ate it when you were 8"

being known is being loved.

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it would figure that navius would get the trash new UI before any of my other blogs, lol

They deserve it

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my fav thing about Navius (btw that’s their new name) is that they sound like this and everyone has to deal with it

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// remind me to actually FINISH my layout tomorrow so i don’t have a big WIP on this blog for another year...

... and this includes updating with Varid’s new name c:

[melodiadraconis]

There’s a chuckle from Lyth as she leaned in to leave a small kiss ‘pon their cheek. It seemed they had a habit of simply knowing when the other was around, though there was hardly a complaint from her. She enjoyed their presence.

“Good thing she doesn’t know I’m here then, hm?” A teasing grin as she settled back in. “Were you hoping I was singing tonight?”

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Their hair almost seems to part on its own, letting the kiss in. Though Varid is trying their damndest to not react, those spiral-eyes look down at her for a brief moment.

Were the corners of their lips rising, or was that just a trick of the light?

“Nah, not really. Just came by to see ya, as awful as that sounds...!”

Their arm hooks around their waist, tugging Lyth close.

“You on tonight? Or you got the night off?”

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@melodiadraconis

As if it would be awkward! Lyth snuggles right in with a grin, looking up at them through her eyelashes. “Come here often?”

Varid regards her with a half-curious stare, before their gaze casts upwards. It was hard to look into her eyes sometimes, with how terribly cute she could be on a whim!

“Pretty often, yeah. I keep running into a cute girl here. She hasn’t gotten tired of me yet, soooooooo--”

He gives a small shrug.

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i’m 5 steps away from using a name generator to try and get a new name for varid cause i have not come up with one yet, lol

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// god i’m so sorry but varid wants a name change...

now they just, uh,

need a new name

[dckxn]

faerie-mlm‌:

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[hxrnyonmain-deactivated20220829]

I will fucking eat you (flirting)

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@shatteredwastes

Varid’s abilities as a seemingly undying thing led them to often be put on the short-list for “incredibly dangerous” missions for Reavers. Or, at least, missions where the gains weren’t worth the risks. Sensors had indicated a source of incredible magical power, and with nothing else to go off of, the Night Terror seemed like the obvious choice to send in.

However, sending Varid in on missions always had interesting results. Their orders were to inspect from afar.

Instead, Varid dropped down from the air (A tree? The ceiling? Who knew....) like a sack of bricks, indenting the ground with their impact as they slowly rose to their seven-foot tall stature and stared down at the person they were supposed to be silently collecting intel on.

“So, now... what’re you?”