Forgotten Whispers

My name is Lucille. Some say I am the Song of the Forest, but I don't have a voice. Perhaps we can chat, if you don't mind reading my notes. M!A Status: None (ROTG OC) (FC dependent on partner preference)

[maskedmuses-archived]

                                           Send out the signal and I’ll fly low                                       If it means the death of me, I won’t let go                                          And if I’m lost in the worlds shadows                                            I’ll use the light that comes to me                                                         From your halo

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[snowypast]

I have moved Lucille to here! For whoever still follows this blog

[searchingforshinzo]

“To the West–Shinzo, it’s in the West!”

Indie Ask/RP Blog for Yakumo Tatsuro from Shinzo/Mushrambo

OC friendly

Crossover friendly

Multi-fandom, multi-muse friendly

Mun + Muse 18+

Written by Snowy

[snowypast]

“It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.”

@warmheartedsnow

Lucille beamed as she let the go of the other Spirit’s hand. She had asked Wind to whisk them away to somewhere far away from Burgess, the snow piled up, and a towering castle-like structure looming not far in the distance. “It’s the North Pole.” The note flapped in the icy wind. “I thought you would love it here.”

[warmheartedsnow]

“Oh…so this is the north pole….I thought it would be a little more empty.” Yuki chuckled lightly. “It’s nice.”

[snowypast]

Lucille shook her head, stepping through the heavy snow. "No way! This is the home to North! I think most mortals will only see empty space, but this is his workshop."

[lukas-musings]

                 I’ll call out in the night for my parents                    But they aren’t coming back for me                                                                              Cause they’re ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɢᴏɴᴇ

[astrodickology]

I love hearing about the vibes I give off cause I honestly have no idea

[astrodickology]

Anonymously message me what vibes I give off and why you think that

[smutxmemes]

Send me forbidden thoughts your muse has about mine.

Requested by anonymous 

[snowypast]

Starter Call!

[marshyymom]

Reblog if your muse has a dark side Please

[general-of-dogs]

If my character was having a nightmare, how would you wake them up from it?

(Bonus points, if you put how they comfort them afterwards.)

[sagefiredaggers]

PSA

To all my friends and RP partners who speak/write English as a second language:

I don’t care that sometimes the words don’t sound right. I will still write with you.

If you can’t figure out how to phase something, you can ask me for help, I will gladly help.

I don’t think you are a bad writer because your English isn’t perfect. It’s the heart behind it, the desire to write, that makes your work quality.

And remember, practice makes you better.

Asking for help doesn’t mean your not worthy.

Supportive people are how great writers become published authors.

[rp-starters-ask-box-fillers]

Send "Blank mind" for a situation where my muse doesn't remember anything.

They don’t remember your muse, nor who they are. They can’t recall what happened, what’s their favorite meal or special abilities that they have (if they have any).

How you’re muse will help them to remember? Or maybe they will use it as an opportunity to get benefit from my muse? Watch my muse discovering themselves and the world anew.

P. S. This is great for first interactions. (It’s a completely fresh start + you can develop a strong bond between muses).

[cryingcryptids-deactivated20181]

anonymously make me blush

[recklessbarbieklaus]

friendly reminder that even if i take ages to reply, i still want to roleplay with you

[snowypast]

baron-nightmare started reading notes

@baron-nightmare

The night was warm for winter. Snow had fallen days before, but the crisp air heated with the beaming rays that fell from the sun only minutes before it was eclipsed by the horizon, leaving the settling dusk to reflect off the eyes of a spirit who had made her way beyond her nesting forest and into an unfamiliar land. Steps were taken by bare toes, but not a mark was left in the icy surface of the frozen ground. Tearing her gaze from the setting sun, Lucille looked about. A strange wind seemed to whisper in her ear, but she could not understand the words the breeze brought to her. Strange, indeed. 

A full moon caught the attention of blue eyes, head tilting up to where she could almost make out the Man in the Moon. So silent, as always. Not that she was one to talk. Staring up, she could not help but exhale, wondering if she would ever hear from that moon, losing herself in her thoughts, unaware of her surroundings, foreign as they were.

[snowypast]

“It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.”

@warmheartedsnow

Lucille beamed as she let the go of the other Spirit’s hand. She had asked Wind to whisk them away to somewhere far away from Burgess, the snow piled up, and a towering castle-like structure looming not far in the distance. “It’s the North Pole.” The note flapped in the icy wind. “I thought you would love it here.”

[rp-ask-memes-deactivated2026012]

PLEASE

don’t hurt them…

they’re all I’ve got.

[ingridbergman-deactivated202001]

Happy New Year!