FERNWEH

I'M WEAVING YOU A REMEDY.

[saovaene-moved]

this blog and all attached muses are moving to @maskend

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this blog and all attached muses are moving to @maskend

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maybe 2026 is the year i go condensed multi, no formatting, plotted threads only

[saovaene-moved]

i‘m probably gonna move to a consolidated & minimalist blog in the next week. sorry for the inconvenience.

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maybe 2026 is the year i go condensed multi, no formatting, plotted threads only

[allmonster]

those who live here in exchange for services will slink in and clean up after olrox and his newest guest clear the room, sightless and soundless, and any spilled blood will be reset to perfect cleanliness. it'll be as if the feeding never happened.

❛❛ … after my rebirth, i was bound to a sadistic monster. my creator delighted in misery, and neither had the mercy to free any of his offspring from the cage of consciousness. i couldn’t control my bloodlust for the better part of two decades, and while he lived he ensured i was aware of it every day. i would’ve benefitted immensely if there’d been someone to help me eat. ❜❜ he speaks as calmly as any other moment, clearly disconnected from what he's reciting. the circumstances are not the same. olrox had been a youngling, newborn as buds in spring. here diallos is only a few lesser years than he, but what he's trying to say is : maybe they can understand each other by some, small part.

diallos moves into the vampire lord's peripheral, so he moves again, turning once more to face him. the embittered mood, despite the satisfaction of a fuller belly, olrox can see ... he is apathetic towards it, not out of malice towards his companion, but because they must delve into discomfort if they are to exist past shallow civility. olrox doesn't care for small talk. he doesn't care to know people in halves, or thirds.

❛❛ just because you can— manage. ❜❜ if they could call it that. ❛❛ doesn't mean you need to scrape around for survival with your nails. i've welcomed you into my home, and it means as your host i'm happy to provide anything you may be lacking until you're robustly satisfied with how you provide for yourself. ❜❜ head tilts forward, and the jewelry adorning his ears clinks.

❛❛ it may be less of an adjustment for you than it is for others, but the sentiment remains the same. your denial would offend me. ❜❜

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with his revelation, the vampire lord seems to offer a hand. the second, after the offering that now lays limp behind diallos. this, at least, diallos learned with time. to turn away, to pretend there was not a lifeless body, that it had not been a person mere moments ago. at least olrox did not insist on watching. it does little to settle the shame that grips diallos, who cannot quite place the reason for it. but the piece of the other man's past offers a distraction and although he still shies from the blazing emerald of his gaze, diallos finds himself looking at olrox slightly differently for it. what must it be like to be so consumed by thirst? the mere thought makes him shudder, and think it better to starve.

"my brother used to help me," he confesses. perhaps olrox's words have opened a door and loosened his tongue. "he would make certain i was fed... our father would say he spoiled me." and he suffered for it, a debt diallos could not repay til the end of time. he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his mouth and stares at the flickering fire light.

"forgive me, i meant no offense." his eyes, a brilliant cornflower blue, dare to find olrox's gaze again. even in his self-imposed exile, he bears a noble crest, one he ought to represent well. diallos pushes against the shame, finding the familiar mantle of pretend confidence. "thank you. for your hospitality. in the name of house hoslow, i thank you. and i would gladly accept. i would not be burdensome to you—my hands are well-suited to caring for all manner of ailment or ache. if my help were needed by any of your people, i would gladly render it."

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coughs and nudges @s0ulblade gently in your direction

[revienso]

ㅤㅤ.̮ㅤㅤyou'll never have to suffer a life you don't want. ㅤ...ㅤ⁺

# revienso. independent, private, & . selective rp blog for verso dessendre,   from sandfall interactive's clair obscur : expédition 33.   characterization relies upon canon, but is heavily headcanon-based. i am not affiliated with any developers of the game.   prev. verleseau est. april '25.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤpainting isn't about verisimilitude, it's about essence.

[saovaene-moved]

clive wu, a.k.a clover

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thinking about clover again and ... [slight phantom liberty spoilers, also potential body horror tw]

it's actually insane to me how casual v is about getting the face implant lol i guess they got nothing to lose but like you walk in. see a perfect replica of ur face in a jar ?? watch the surgeon PEEL OFF UR FACE. just walk it off, just another tuesday. (then again they did have their eyes taken out at the start of the game so i guess that's kinda indicative of how they feel about irreversible cyberware)

clover can never have that taken out, because if he did, there's no face left underneath. he'd have to have his real face somehow surgically reconstructed with synth skin, and there's the question of how many of those procedures his nerve endings could even survive. not to mention that parts of it have melted into his flesh from the lab explosion. he's just completely fucked on all fronts 💀

[saovaene-moved]

xiao has been promoted to secondary muse, though i will mostly focus on his tolkienverse. he has an info page now. this post doubles as an inbox call for him, because i need to exorcise this demon in my head.

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i like to think eönwë carried an exhausted malinóro off the battlefield. bird to bird care.

[selfexcision-a]

an ensemble of muses, an independent multimuse, a collection of character studies. #selfexcision. featuring arcane, bloodborne, the elder scrolls &. more. by vanto, 31; here for a good time, not a long time. 21+ only. an ode to: loss of one's identity, the reality of self - mutilation, the hope in every stitch. [ because how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder? r. siken, portrait of fryderyk in shifting light. ]

[eviefyres]

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[saovaene-moved]

thinking about maia!xiao again, and i think the name that bound him would have been the valarin version of malinóro, which is my quenya version of 金鹏, but even the quenya name becomes so tied to it that he no longer uses the name after regaining his freedom. (in an old version, fingolfin was the one who freed him, and named him alatus, but linguistically that doesn't really make sense. plus, it's another translation of 金鹏 so not quite fitting...)

so perhaps i'll go with fairauco or fairaukë (q/nq) as the more literal translation of 魈, combining fairë 'spirit, phantom' and arauco/araukë 'demon'. the sindarin version would be fae + raug, which combine to ferog. i could add the name suffix -we, which may end in fero(g)we. but i don't really like the sound of that, so i may give him a different name in sindarin entirely, something like thoronwe, combining thor(on) 'eagle' + orod 'mountain' + suffix -we.

[saovaene-moved]

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight. ( from mairon

the sunset clouds drip with colour. towering hills of deep crimson and orange so dark, it makes the sky appear soot-stained. though they are not far from the mountains where the winds are cool, the air feels thick with dusk. the two maiar meet at the final hour of light, and what was once familiarity has since wraped into the unknown. there is a new gleam in mairon's eyes, alatus thinks. have they, too, perhaps cast aside an old name for a new one? to not be bound by it again? or have they found refuge in something else entirely.

"you carry the darkness still." his voice is calm, but there is a scepticism in the gold of his eyes as he studies his former ally. "yet yours is no unwilling embrace." he forgoes a question, speaking in a remark, instead. theirs are not merely physical beings. they are the spirits formed in the creation, and may thus shape their fanar to arda's eye. just as they are not deceived by such shapes, for they know the weave at their core.

even in their isolation, enacting their penance by guarding the changed world from the wraths of old battles and new, alatus has heard things. whispers in the wind and rumours on the road, they were no more than the soft rustling of leaves heralding a coming storm when the skies are yet clear. yet it is mairon's proposition that draws the final brushstroke, bringing together what had before been but a hazy sketch in their mind. it is the final proof of their paths having unequivocally and irrevocably diverged.

alatus could not have known then the extent of mairon's designs and what it would ultimately make of them. they knew only that it tasted bitterly familiar.

the jade of his spear glints in the fading light as he raises it.

"you dare ask me to betray lord mānawenūz, by whose grace i am unbound? by whose mercy my wings have been returned to me? you ought to know well my answer."

NONVERBAL PROMPTS / @forwrath, mairon

[sanguinairy]

there are few things that frustrate me as much as ignorance. + perhaps from alucard—

Echoes of his father sounded in those words, forced into his mind with no warning. No matter how velvety or soft the voice spoke, much unlike the loud, forceful tone of what he had known once. Ignorance. A pitiful thing. A virtue in only children, but they then must be beaten out of such a state, and fast, lest they become like the rest: weak, brainless fools meant only for the slaughter.

Harsher words had been added over time, of course, driving home the idea of what was seen as terrible in his cold eyes. A note for Juno to take down, to memorize, and step away from so as to be better, to be just like him. In his death, Juno had revisited that list and found patience instead.

❛ Willful ignorance, ❜ Juno added quietly, red lips barely opened to let loose the words. ❛ More so. ❜ He glanced at Alucard then, a small shrug lifted his right shoulder. ❛ Ignorance allows some grace for one to be taught. Though, in a way, when one lives as long as you have, they tend to blur together and patience tires. ❜ Hundreds of years to his measly few, in his own time ignorance might just claim him and wear down that newly found patience. Even now.

Grey eyes shifted, towards his hand that rested at ease on a sword hilt. A crimson ring glinted under the moonlight, like a knowing eye older than the both of them combined. ❛ As is its wont. ❜

@saovaene !

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juno glowed silver and sharp as moonlight. crescent and young, there was yet an edge to his words that revealed experience. "yes." whether they were agreeing to the correction or the waning of patience, alucard would not say. the pale gold of their eyes seemed to shimmer and soften. perhaps they spoke more in the silence thereafter, their gaze following juno's to the ring upon his finger. the dhampir was no stranger to the tale of house hoslow and had heard more than enough of the iron fist with which its previous lord had ruled for so very, very long. they could only imagine how that might have seeped into his family, too.

"it is perhaps a new ignorance that comes with time. it is easy to feel oneself drift into isolation. sometimes one ought to be reminded of the world around oneself." breaking from their stillness, alucard turned to fully face juno. their hair, long and increasingly silver with time, shifted its flow spilling over their back. "perhaps when you've lived as long as i have, you may feel it, too. it does not mean that we are fated follow in the footsteps of our fathers, but patience must be exercised. remembrance, continued. it does not come easily." once before had they tired, retreated from the world to fall into slumber, and woken in crisis anew. the lure of such oblivion, once tasted, was not so easily forgotten. yet was not that, too, to live in willful ignorance?

a soft sigh and a shake of their head brushed away the fatigue that briefly appeared in their eyes. "but you are right, so let us name it what it is: willful ignorance has been the church's primary discipline for much longer than even my lifetime. some might consider that impressive."

[allmonster]

❛ would you mind averting your eyes for a moment? ❜ + diallos, for olrox

the eerie green of the serpent’s gaze may be unsettling to some— but olrox cannot tell definitively if it is his eyes that diallos wishes to avoid, or his judgement. they are new friends. they know very little of each other. with tactful and purposeful silence, the count merely quirks a brow, but does as he is bid.

on his heel he turns slowly, but with enough of a flourish that his hair stirs as it rests, long and silken, along his back. the undeniable sound of flesh pierced does not escape his notice, but he’ll honor the request. there will be no glancing backwards as the younger monster feeds, but it does not stop his elder from commentary and will certainly not spare diallos from enduring it while his mouth is full.

❛❛ please don’t take this the wrong way, but i don’t think i’ve ever met a vampire with such a weak hunter’s instinct. i say such as a curiosity. not as a slight. were you not taught in your fledgling years? ❜❜ he asks only out of the experiences of himself. hostage, treated lesser than a dog. olrox’s sire not only stalled, but sabotaged his newborn’s learning and progress. it wasn’t until after he had tasted the blood of luys de toranço, and fled, that olrox began to learn to exist well as the creature he found himself to be after a decade of horrors.

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it is not quite shame, but something very much like it, that prickles at the back of diallos' neck. he holds the limp body of a dazed man presented to him as though it were nothing more than a thoughtful gift humans bring each other from the baker's stand. under the other vampire's piercing green gaze, he cannot belp but feel like the vermin coming to gnaw the last bits off the bones of a predator's prey. and he is, is he not? just as he is too hungry to let shame keep him from taking olrox's seconds. he ought to take it for the thoughtful gift it is.

only when the other turns away does diallos bend and sink his teeth into the man's neck. he doesn't even twitch, sparing the vampire the horror of holding him down. to a more refined palate, the blood that spills into his mouth might've been nothing special, perhaps too plain to mention at all. yet to the malnourished vampire, it is divine. warm and sweet and wholly refreshing.

despite the softening words meant to cushion the blow of the question, diallos finds his brief joy at the quenching of his thirst soured by it. it rips him out of his feeding, only to realise that the body has gone entirely limp and cold, drained of all its life. a wave of disgust chases away his euphoria, and he sets him down to step away and wipe at his mouth.

"i was," comes his hoarse clarification. he clears his throat, tries again. "i was. or, the attempt was made. many, many times. yet i only disappointed." the shame of house hoslow indeed. finally, he looks at olrox again. his pale blue eyes appear more lively now, though his expression is slightly aggrieved. "thank you, i you did not need to do that, really, i can manage ..."