[reawaken]

a private multimuse feat. characters from various medias ﹠ original concepts. affiliated with: godwrit, imitor + nullfier, sarastuss.

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standard dnfi + etiquette, low and sporadic, multi-ship. don't take it to heart if there's no follow back from me, as i try to keep my space small to avoid overwhelming myself. mature content and triggering themes are to be expected; everyone's involved in a graphic narrative and will engage in others like it. best way to start things is via prompts or plots.

this list often fluctuates. if i'm writing someone that's not here, you can always find them on my private list. asterisk indicates high muse.

𓇼 ANIMANGA.

* sachiyuki tokinaga, after god. he/him.

* sakunosuke oda, bungō stray dogs. he/him.

kyōko okitegami,  bōkyaku tantei. she/her.

steven a. starphase,  kekkai sensen. he/him.

* takashi natsume,  natsume's book of friends. he/they.

yoichi nagumo, sakamoto days. he/him.

* fai d. flourite,  tsubasa: reservoir chronicle. he/they.

olruggio, witch hat atelier. he/him.

* qifrey,  witch hat atelier. he/they.

𓇼 COMICS.

* jessica jones, marvel. she/her.

𓇼 VIDEO GAMES.

* kaname date,  ai: somnium files. he/him.

* ardashir, arknights: endfield. he/him.

wyll ravengard,  baldur's gate. he/him.

* cereza,  bayonetta. she/her.

* louis amamiya,  code vein. he/him.

judy álvarez,  cyberpunk 2077. she/her.

song “songbird” so mi,  cyberpunk 2077. she/her.

lucatiel of mirrah,  dark souls. they/she.

sebastian castellanos,  evil within. he/him.

ignis scientia,  final fantasy xv. he/him.

* kaeya alberich,  genshin impact. he/they. removed from canon.

sandalphon,  granblue fantasy. he/they.

* adventurine,  honkai: star rail. he/him. removed from canon.

screwllum,  honkai: star rail. he/him. removed from canon.

* shinko kuroyanagi,  kill the past. she/her.

viktor, league of legends. he/they. previously @wearyings.

yakou furo, rain code. he/him. removed from canon.

𓇼 ORIGINAL.

arata yukimura, jack-of-all-trades regenerative monster in human shape. from original canon dead end: overkilll. he/they/its. genre: dark fantasy, horror, sci-fi. carrd.

[echosdeath]

this hill means many things to shams. it's the mending of a rotting wound, brittle skin knitting itself over bone; it’s the season where peace used to come to her the easiest and stuck with her the longest, where breathing air into her lungs feels like an afterthought. it used to be a place of self - reflection, where energy used to flow so purely, where she could use her magic without harming anyone else. it used to be a place where she used to escape. now, it feels pointless. with the very same energy she used to defend her surroundings from deep in her soul's core, it feels like she's her very own enemy. everything that made her shams azari was clouded by a force she barely understood. her energy drains far easier, her mood dips with more frequency, and her energy tends to scatter under pressure.  her smile usually flickers so brightly, but this change has altered her body in a way that reminds her of the night her wings were ripped from her back. is the scar supposed to hurt again? she couldn't figure it out. and she couldn't bear to begin this conversation with anyone else.

she hesitates. for a fleeting second she considers telling someone— ailun should be her first choice here. khabib cannot be an option; she knows he will worry too much. and her court, they will only try to find a way to solve an ending that cannot be changed. she can already foresee it: their relentless probing, the dogged interrogation. if anything, it makes her sick to her stomach. even now, she is forced to let go of her own life so that her people remain safe. that's how matters always used to be, but now she feels a twisted urge to speak on it. a darkness that should have no place in her heart. no, if anything, she cannot tell the others. the person that she thinks of now is @reawaken. as if the mere thought of him summoned him right in front of her. she looks up, head tilting. the rusted - gold of sunset cleaves across his face. half - god, half - shadow, split where his skin burns. ❝    care to join me?    ❞   there's a challenge behind her words. ❝    you seem to have something to say. so say it.    ❞   

are you really going to do this? is this the mark you want to leave on the world?

she lets out a breath. to get something, you have to give something of equal value— she may find it pretentious, but it’s a simple truth of the world she lives in. the change she is going through is the perfect example. it is as discomforting as the last time she had to face the changes of her magic and of her body, but it’s only through that process that she can rebuild what she would have broken. that's what she tells herself at least. in front of their courts, she carries the image of a garden of white roses behind a mirror of silver. now, she cannot bring herself to pretend. ❝    what is it that you take me for?    ❞   a pause. her gaze is missing her usual spark. sharp and hidden behind something they both do not dare to speak of. he is just as much of a liar as she is; a mirror she doesn't quite feel the need to look away from. his question and her next question ripple across the surface of the lake: ❝    kaeya, is this the mark you want to leave on the world?    ❞   

[reawaken]

do away with the theatrics, and his sincerity curdles into something difficult to witness. kaeya expects nothing because he sees himself as nothing — not in the self-pitying sense, but in the awful, matter-of-fact way a corpse belongs to the grave. somewhere along the line, the emptiness inside him became so complete that it stopped feeling empty at all and started feeling... endless. he spent so long standing outside the world — spent so long treating himself as something apart from it — that he became alien to it entirely: all sharp edges and hollow bones, smiling around the mouth of an abyss as though he cannot feel it splitting him open and consuming him from the inside out.

for once, he doesn’t smile. the hill breathes around them in wet, dying sounds: grass hissing beneath the wind, water below shuddering beneath streaks of molten sunset. and shams sits among it all too composed, too still, a body posed after the fact — carefully arranged, almost reverent in its bleakness. kaeya stares at her too long. long enough for the silence around her to thicken, to turn oppressive. almost-corporeal, a hand made of nothing and everything. it drapes itself over his exposed throat and tightens.

he has seen this before — in a reflection that used to answer him. because for a time, they were mirrors; though neither of them would have called it that.

she has always been achingly alive to him. bright in ways that felt almost cruel in their effortless existence, warm in ways he learned too early to stop reaching for. too bright to imitate, too warm to make sense of anymore. that was the symmetry: her light, his absence. two distortions pressed against the same pane of glass. but they weren’t mirrors anymore, not really. something had shifted in the glass between them. altered in what it allowed them to see. he looked at her and saw not himself, but what he used to be before the ending took root. and she looked at him and saw only what came after. he had already become his ending. she was still inside hers. a process that has not yet decided what it will leave behind. and that made her worse than him.

she sits before him, aware, enduring, and the exhaustion in her doesn’t feel like fatigue so much as erosion — an ongoing undoing, as if what’s inside her is sanding her down into something else. a parasite learning the shape of her bones. it takes what it can and replaces it as it goes. she looks like she is being taken apart without ever fully becoming gone. and it does not stop.

when she speaks, his eye narrows. under different circumstances, he might’ve played along with the deflection. would have answered in kind until the conversation twisted so far from its origin that neither of them remembered where it began — circling the truth and letting it starve to death. but he doesn’t. “i don’t think ‘marks on the world’ matter nearly as much as people like to believe.” he forces it back into the open while it is still screaming, raw and half-dead between them. “what matters is whether you’re still the one holding the pen.” and refuses to let either of them look away from it now. “and right now... i’m not convinced it feels like yours.”

[mintaii]

qifrey...................

[reawaken]

it will destroy you if you're not careful.

he's no stranger to @yoseno's ability. crossed that threshold more times than he can count, death by almost-death— cut too close, too often; let her pull him back, let himself be remade in pieces. again, again. a butterfly hovers, then rests on his fingers. brief, weightless. it looks at him, he looks at it. it opens its wings, flickers once— then dissipates into nothing. "you're not wrong," oda finally says, blinking up at the ceiling. "but everything worth doing comes with that kind of risk," an arm drapes over his forehead, "and i've never been very good at choosing the safer road." he exhales. "so if it costs me, i'll pay it."

[reawaken]

i don't really respond to threats. i just kind of tune it out.

"mm." oda listens to @nullfier over the line as he multitasks. the lock gives under his hand, and he slips inside. "and here i thought you liked being difficult on purpose." crossing the room, he heads straight for the cabinets and shelves. files come free without delay, and in less time than expected he locates what he was sent for. he flips through pages one-handed. checking, confirming— everything's in order, exactly as described. that should be the end of it. but it isn't. he doesn't know why. only that it feels wrong. commotion bleeds through on dazai's end. "...doesn't sound like it's helping."

[reawaken]

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

"i don't—..." i don't think that's mine to decide. "i can't just—..." it doesn't work like that. a vortex of endless tragedy— slow-turning, self-consuming— gathers in the dark of tokinaga's eye. his saccharine smile wavers. there are answers. he can think of too many. see too many. outcomes layered over outcomes, each collapsing under the weight of the next (say this, and something inside her stirs. say that, and something inside him does). none of them are answers he particularly likes, and none of them he wants to give. but @delicategods (as madame sylvia) won't take silence for an answer (when has it ever been an option?), so he turns his lone gaze away— looks at some distant crack in the wall.

the grip on his cane tightens. "would you, in my place?"

[reawaken]

when my niche is freaks of the persevering and unstoppable nature with varying moral compasses and r haunted by events that changed the trajectory of their lives + that drive the narrative

[reawaken]

all i do is make bad decisions: @eternalswind

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

give that to me! where did you find this?!

do you drink coffee or tea?

sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?

do you trust me enough to close your eyes?

when were you planning on telling me?

at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?

can i convince you to stay the night?

do i look like someone who knows what that means?

would you consider giving me a second chance?

do you really think that's helpful right now?

would you mind showing me around?

do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?

are you thinking what i'm thinking?

can we ... go out and do something crazy?

why are we whispering?

who exactly are you, anyways?

can't we just be civil for a minute?

does the past ever keep you up at night?

if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?

how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?

did the power just go out?

are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?

how should we celebrate?

can we just ... start over?

why is this so important to you?

how was i supposed to know that?!

do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.

where are you? nobody's heard from you.

can you help me zip this up?

why do these things always happen to me?

you don't secretly hate me, right?

can i get you something to eat? –or drink?

ready to see what i've been working on?

where have you been disappearing off to?

what's that perfume you're wearing?

you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?

are you planning to stay for dinner?

did you think it was going to be easy?

you see where you went wrong, don't you?

when did we become so cold and distant?

who are you working for?

did you really do all of this for me?

can i open my eyes yet?

haven't you heard the stories?

[ name ], what are you doing here?

what's it gonna take for you to trust me?

do you believe people can change?

how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?

don't you remember what happened last time?

why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?

you're [ name ], aren't you?

who did this to you?!

how did you know i'd be here?

what's that supposed to mean?

do you think i'm irredeemable?

what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!

do you see anything you like?

what do i owe you for the food?

why won't this stupid thing work?!

does tonight really have to end?

holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!

i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?

how long have you been standing there?

do you ever wish you could just ... run away?

haven't we been here before?

wait, shush ... did you hear that?

did i miss today's newsletter or something?

can we put our differences aside for a second?

what are you getting out of this, exactly?

you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?

are you willing to bet on it?

would you kill for me?

what made you think that was okay?!

do you believe people can change?

what's the worst thing you've ever done?

you were going to leave without saying goodbye?

[ name ], can you sit up for me?

can i kiss you?

where are your keys? you're not driving like this.

how's life been treating you?

where have you been?!

aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?

aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?

where are you going with this?

are we really doing this right now?

have you eaten today?

can i crash here for the night?

how did you learn to lie so well?

can i at least buy you a drink?

where should i meet you?

is that  ...  blood?!

are you trying to make me jealous right now?

what’s your problem? you're acting weird.

[ name ], you're ... real, right?

where’s your sense of adventure?

do you like horror movies?

what are you trying to prove?

can you give me a ride?

do you have any idea what you've done?

shouldn't you answer that?

why should i be the one to calm down?

have you been up all night?

why are you lying to me?

is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?

what are you so afraid of?

do you want to grow old with me?

you’re gonna walk away from this?

are you nervous? your hands are shaking.

where am i supposed to go?

how many fingers am i holding up?

you want me to just walk away from this?

[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!

are you embarrassed of me?

what's that smell? something's burning.

how can i make it up to you?

why can't you stay out of it?

is this some kind of trick?

come on, what do you have to lose?

do you ever still think of me?

idiot. why didn't you tell me?!

can we stop and think about this rationally?

how long has it been since you’ve slept?

what's your ideal first date?

are you ready to tell me the truth?

i almost died, and you're laughing?

what do you mean, "sort of"?

can we just stay like this forever?

when can i see you again?

can we put this behind us?

oh ... you thought of me first?

where did you learn to do that?

oh my god,  are you bleeding?!

where are you?  nobody’s heard from you.

[ name ], are you drunk?

how can i make this go away?

someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?

are we safe here?

what can i do to convince you?

what could possibly go wrong?

you have no idea who i am, do you?

how do you really feel about me?

why can't you look me in the eyes?

did you know you talk in your sleep?

were you following me?

can we just pretend this never happened?

are you just barely getting home?

are you even listening to me right now?!

where does it hurt?  can you show me?

are you trying to get yourself killed?!

how about we just forget the world exists?

how long have you been keeping this from me?

were you ever going to tell me?

what do you make of this?

[ name ],  what the hell?!

can we just be honest with each other, here?

are you trying to keep me a secret?

why does your story keep changing?

how long have you known?

it can't be that bad, right?

are you happy? i mean, really happy?

isn't this place amazing?

did i interrupt something?

how am i supposed to trust you?

are they still following us?

are you fucking serious?

do you remember our first kiss?

can we take a break for a minute?

how about we disappear for awhile?

you're going to walk away from this?

can you please just cut the crap?!

why didn't you tell me you were hurt?

how can i make this go away?

can you just look at me, please?

is there anything i can do to change your mind?

do you ever stop talking?

that depends. are you done lying to me?

are you sure this is legal?

how do you take your coffee?

can you keep your voice down?

why does your phone keep buzzing?

[reawaken]

just a lil' kiss for g'raha :)

how this found him btw

[reawaken]

i miss u reawaken reyes

i miss u godwrit rem

[notmorbid]

the apology.

dialogue prompts from the apology by jimin han.

i'm sick to death of the world.

is it always going to be like this? something worse around the corner?

people have always been terrible.

save what you can. save who you can.

i don't want anyone to see me like this.

all that i did, i did to save us.

we become attached to who we think we are.

you're tougher than you appear.

as usual, you've talked me out of my bad mood.

i'm terrible. you shouldn't talk to me.

why are you helping me?

you remind me of someone.

what should i read next?

i'm your _____. it's my responsibility to be honest.

you were never ordinary.

you're the last person i want to see at eight in the morning.

is there anything to drink here?

you look healthier than people half your age.

there has to be more to life than waiting.

it's nothing i'm embarrassed about.

why did you keep so many secrets?

people listen to you more than you think.

you were only trying to be helpful. don't apologize.

what's the matter with you, anyway?

love isn't worth the anguish.

of course i'm here. where else would i be?

caution is the secret to a long life.

you've got a good heart. don't let people take advantage.

i don't want you to put your life on hold for me.

we have to live our own lives.

i'm not going to be around forever.

i'm not going. you can't make me.

i'm sorry, i don't speak _______.

at my age, every story is a long one.

desperation can lead us all over the cliff.

i know it's you. come out.

you're always putting up walls.

true, you failed. but that doesn't mean you're finished.

look back, but go forward.

is this what you want to do with the time you have left?

i refuse to believe you've changed that much.

you think you know everything about me.

you've never loved anyone. you aren't even capable of it.

you've been nothing but ____ to me. why should i trust you?

are you feeling sorry for yourself?

i tried to love _____. i did.

you can't change the way you feel. you can only change the way you act.

children can be terribly cruel to their parents.

we're not so different, you and i.

what can i do? how can i help?

stay yourself. don't give up who you are.

how do you have the strength to be so patient?

i made up those rumors. i'm sorry.

ignorance cannot be your defense or shelter.

you're just as pushy as my mother.

you know me better than that.

if i could hug you right now, i would knock you over.

we all did the best we could.

who cares how i know? i just know.

we have that in common, you and me. we haven't been lucky with our families.

i had to be the best so ______ looked good.

i know you've been sad lately.

____ has never been a good color for me.

can you try to be open? for me?

_____ seemed happier without me.

this anger will kill you.

you're not responsible. don't think that way.

don't give up. not now.

you don't listen. you got too close.

go ahead. be angry at me.

you don't want to be like me.

i do forgive myself. i did the best i could.

don't choose fury over love.

it's going to be okay. do you hear me?

i never get tired of looking at the moon.

[reawaken]

did some sb'ing and how i went from 98 to 34 is terrifiying

[reawaken]

@sarastuss. › it will destroy you if you’re not careful.

silly warrior. it is destroying me. “thank you.” the illumination of artificial light clung to the edges of qifrey's silhouette, catching in his hair, making him appear far healthier than he felt. labryinthos was gentle that way. it smoothed things over. it lied with sincerity. he found a strange comfort in the place; honest in its dishonesty, transparent in its attempts to hide the truth. a vault pretending to be a garden. a cage disguised as a sanctuary. a familiar contradiction, and one he knew intimately. he wore a serene expression, hand raised in an easy wave. effortlessly convincing. his students were in the distance, making way for the lift. “i've been careful for a long time,” one of them slowed and looked back, lingering at the edge of the platform. subtle fidgets betrayed her nerves. he spared a reassuring nod, the sort that said he'd be here tomorrow, and the next day, and the next — whether or not he actually would. “and yet, i suspect this is one danger that will not heed my precautions. or yours, my friend.” he glanced at sarastus, lone blue meeting with twin golds. practiced calm frayed, giving rise to the ineffable.

“i'm simply trying to make something worthwhile out of the pieces left of me.” qifrey's waving hand fell as the gates closed, stopping short at his chest. he clutched his robes, the ever-encroaching, insidious erosion of his aether. “if i stop now... then everything i've endured becomes meaningless. i can't accept that.” if i let myself hope someone could save me, it would be you. but hope is a dangerous thing, isn't it? he faced sarastus, then brought his hands together once. and just like that, his momentary crack disappeared, replaced by levity. “you've always had a talent for saying what must be said, though.” right hand shifted sideways, the left looping over. fingers curled save the index and middle, and with a teasing smile, he pointed at sarastus. “do try not to lecture me too harshly. i rather like surviving my lessons in my own fashion.”