The stars will lead me back to you.

I'll know my call, despite the years.

[sole-arcanist]

It’s almost Ribbons day!

Give this a like for Vaati to drop by and give you a ribbon, or ribbons, on Valentine’s day Ribbons Day!

[jackalofjudgment]

Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread

My muse cannot escape, feel free to detail how they caught them

[sole-arcanist]

I'm not dead I swear

Crippling depression and a shit work schedule just kill me dead

[redcasted-blog]

sole-arcanist·:

“I really don’t think you’ll like the answer to that.”

He takes several deep breaths, smoothing his hands down his bandaging- just by the way his fingers dip against them, it looks like he had some pretty bad gouges, like he’d been assaulted by some beast-  and then he raises one to regard the blood. Then to look back at Red. The boy he’d spent months with  or not, Vaati wasn’t quite in a hurry to fight him.  He could barely stand at this point as it is.

“I’m just… trying to catch my breath, is all.”

He huffed, placing the lantern on a nearby shelf, and stepping forward to pull the man’s hands away from the bandages. 

“Stop that, you’ll only make it worse.” Whatever had happened, it wasn’t pretty. It didn’t seem to come from breaking in through a window, nor had any of the castle guards reported anything. Of course, there was always the possibilty of a teleportation spell. “If you don’t cooperate, I won’t allow you to leave after you get checked out. Try anything funny and you will be getting splinters, understand?”

Red lowered his sword, just so it wasn’t pointing directly at the man anymore. Chances were he’d have to help him walk to the infirmary, and then Red could turn him over to Green to let him deal with all the official business.

[sole-arcanist]

He doesn’t think. Hands touch him and Vaati swings his own frantically. Magic answers his call like an old friend. Somewhere, subconsciously, he’s annoyed. He thought he was over that reaction to being touched. A full force gale at close distance, he’ll be lucky he doesn’t crack his head like an egg on whatever he hits.

“D--Don’t touch me you filthy h---”

Hrk.

Vaati bends over with a pained grimace and curls his arms around his midsection.

[jinkonokaze]

m!as that seem good at this time...

[nurse-salamander-a-deactivated2]

~Four m!a lists taken from various m!a lists, all are not created by the mun, all duplicates are not on the list~

!One!

Hear No Evil: Muse is deaf. (Anon states how long)

See No Evil: Muse is blind. (Anon states how long)

Speak No Evil: Muse is mute. (Anon states how long)

Ghost: Muse is found ‘dead’ and they must watch their loved ones mourn. Lasts for (anon decides) until muse comes back.

Remember: Muse will suffer Memory Loss for 2 Days

Switch: Muse has to switch gender for (Anon decides how long)

Hallucination: Muse sees things for (Anon decides)

!Two!

SCP-006 — Fountain of Youth: Muse becomes a child.

SCP-070 — Iron Wings: Muse has the ability to fly for short periods of time

SCP-077 — Rot Skull: Muse becomes ill! (Anon specifies out of these symptoms: nausea, cramps, headache, dizziness, incontinence, fever, skin rashes, or nosebleeds)

!Three!

Cardiac: Your character starts showing the signs of a heart attack.

Shrapnel: Your character has been shot in the (anon specified). (Someone can come forward as the shooter, otherwise attack is case of mistaken identity.)

Bitten: Your character has been bitten by an animal.

Snap: Your character has broken their limb. (Anon specify limb broken.)

Flesh Wound: Your character is bleeding from the (anon specified).

Scrambled: Your character has a bit of head trauma and is confused.

Fever: Your character is suffering from a high fever.

Scars: Any old scars your character has have started to burn.

Chill: Icy to the touch, your character cannot seem to get warm.

Wheeze: Your character gradually feels unable to breathe.

!Four!

Gift: What’s this! Muse found something strange on their doorstep and must keep it with them for at least six hours. Anon decides what it is they find.

Wings: You can fly! Muse sprouts wings for up to a maximum of two weeks. Anon gets to choose how big they are( chicken wings anyone?)

Glass: I knew those mime classes would pay off someday! Muse is stuck in an invisible ‘glass box’ for any duration the anon chooses.

Chaos: It’s a mad house! A mad house I say! Muse’s personality gets flipped backwards for three days. The timid turn mighty, the charismatic turn into downers, and straight characters get to kiss a girl/boy and like it.

Sin: Put this and one of the seven sins in muse’s ask box, and they’ll be consumed by it for five days. Gluttony, lust, pride, envy, greed, sloth, and wrath. Pick your poison~

Mirror: Muse turns into a narcissist for 24 hours. If they see another muse of the same character they have to flirt with them at least once.

Skin: Take it off! Muse’s clothes have gone missing for any duration of the anon’s choosing up to one week!

Child: Do you know where my Mommy is? Muse turns into a toddler for a week.

Lie: Oh no, Pinocchio! Muse can’t lie for however long anon decides.

Master: Muse must be submissive and give into any demands they’re given for 5 hours. I’ll do anything to please you…Master.

Mask: Costume party? Muse is stuck wearing a costume of the anons choice for a up to a week.

Secret: Muse cannot speak the truth for 24 hours, thinking they’ll let slip an important secret! Hide the documents!

Cold: I’m covered in purple spots! Muse is sick for the next week. Anon decides how severe the illness is and what symptoms.

Twisted: Muse is turned into an evil version of themselves, or if bad, they turn good. Through the looking glass.

Fall: Oh no, a cliff hanger! Muse if trapped on the side of a cliff or somewhere high up with no way of escaping. Lasts for 3 days.

Pale: Muse becomes a vampire (and not the sparkly variety) for 3 days. Anon gets to decide if they are the regular blood sucking variety, or if they crave something different. Well this sucks.

Joy: I have cancer?Hurray! Muse is extremely peppy/hyperactive and reacts to everything in an inappropriately happy way.

Pain: Muse is in an extremely large amount of pain for no apparent or fixable reason. Put me out of my misery.

Fear: Anon gets to name something, and muse will have an extremely debilitating phobia of it for one week. Bonus points if it’s something ridiculous.

[sole-arcanist]

@breathmxge

same muse

[sole-arcanist]

me: work on drafts

me: immediately starts drawing a shitpost because i have no self control

[sole-arcanist]

Me, everytime i see another vaati

[redcasted-blog]

sole-arcanist‌:

Alert noise.

Oh fuck. And the kid walks in when his glamor fails. For just a moment, Vaati is some young maid pressed heavily against a table covered in cloth, and the disguise falls away again, revealing him, clutching his bloody hands to his chest and ribs. Shoddy bandaging job. He should have listened more closely when Violet was teaching him.

He squints through his fringe at the boy and– Takes a sharp breath through his teeth- That looks like Red.

It’s not his, he’s much too short, much younger than he remembers the boy being. One of the original splits? Had he gone back in time? No, no. He didn’t look right either. Another world, then?

Vaati can’t believe he got stabbed, flung through a magic vortex, and had managed to find one of the Links who probably wanted to kill him, all in the span of three or four hours.

“I’m going to politely request you don’t give me a splinter with that– pathetic excuse for a sword.”

Red blinked once, twice, three times.

For a moment he thought whoever in the name of the Three was in here was simply a castle maid, nothing worrying about that. But nope. Instead it turned out to be a young man, one who was possibly a mage, if that was indeed a glamour spell. Joy.

From the looks of it. he was hurt pretty badly. Whoever did up those bandages was no help what so ever. It’s not enough to lower Red’s gaurd, however. The man might not be able to fight physically, but a wound won’t stop a mage from casting, and Red had no gauge on the man’s abilities. There was also a twinge of familiarity, or maybe it was just the bad vibes. Either way, he was on edge.

He’d admit the sword was pretty pathetic though. Not that he’ll say that out loud.

“I’m going to request you tell me your name and what exactly you’re doing here.”

[sole-arcanist]

“I really don’t think you’ll like the answer to that.”

He takes several deep breaths, smoothing his hands down his bandaging- just by the way his fingers dip against them, it looks like he had some pretty bad gouges, like he’d been assaulted by some beast-  and then he raises one to regard the blood. Then to look back at Red. The boy he’d spent months with  or not, Vaati wasn’t quite in a hurry to fight him.  He could barely stand at this point as it is.

“I’m just... trying to catch my breath, is all.”

[redcasted-blog]

sole-arcanist·:

@redcasted 👀

His glamor is flickering in and out of existence, and he’s only glad he crammed himself into a side room when his whole frame trembles. Both of Vaati’s hands come up to press on his awfully done bandaging, blood already staining it red again. It didn’t show on the glamor, but anyone who would happen upon the mage in this out of the way room would be in for a nasty surprise.

“Of course it starts bleeding again once I get in this goddess damned castle…”

Red’s hands fiddled with the small dusty lantern that marked the entrance to the corridor. It had been some time since anyone had come down this way, as it’s rooms were mostly used for storage, or else the occasional guest room. Yet, as light finally lit the hall, he could sense there had been a recent disturbance, evidenced by the marks left on the dusty floor. The marks- or, perhaps, footsteps- ended abrubtly outside a door on the far side of the corridor. Their pattern was odd, almost as if their owner had been staggering and stuggling to walk.

Thinking quickly, Red grabbed a dummy sword with a spintered end from another room, and took the lantern down from its hook. If an intruder had made their way into the castle, he didn’t have the time to run to the main hall for backup. And by the looks of it, whoever it was seemed hurt. Walking quietly across the hall to the door, he stopped outside it, listening for signs of someone inside. Red took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

“….What the hell?”

[sole-arcanist]

Alert noise.

Oh fuck. And the kid walks in when his glamor fails. For just a moment, Vaati is some young maid pressed heavily against a table covered in cloth, and the disguise falls away again, revealing him, clutching his bloody hands to his chest and ribs. Shoddy bandaging job. He should have listened more closely when Violet was teaching him.

He squints through his fringe at the boy and-- Takes a sharp breath through his teeth- That looks like Red.

It’s not his, he’s much too short, much younger than he remembers the boy being. One of the original splits? Had he gone back in time? No, no. He didn’t look right either. Another world, then?

Vaati can’t believe he got stabbed, flung through a magic vortex, and had managed to find one of the Links who probably wanted to kill him, all in the span of three or four hours.

“I’m going to politely request you don’t give me a splinter with that-- pathetic excuse for a sword.”

[sole-arcanist]

@redcasted 👀

His glamor is flickering in and out of existence, and he's only glad he crammed himself into a side room when his whole frame trembles. Both of Vaati's hands come up to press on his awfully done bandaging, blood already staining it red again. It didn't show on the glamor, but anyone who would happen upon the mage in this out of the way room would be in for a nasty surprise.

"Of course it starts bleeding again once I get in this goddess damned castle..."

[sole-arcanist]

“And a happy new year!”

[sole-arcanist]

welcome to this episode of sock doesn’t want to go to work and has been laying motionless in bed for 30 minutes

[tierrarpa-deactivated20190711]

ooc: hey  could  you  all  do  me  a  huge  favor  and  tap  that ♡  or  reblog  button  to  spread  the  words  of  a  new  medli  from  wind waker  is  looking  for  partners  to  interact  with.   p.s  i  welcome  crossovers  with  open  arms,  since  the  zelda  fandom  is  really  small ! 

[sole-arcanist]

Vaati trying to speak gerudo : like 5 old nouns and one word lost to time

Vaati speaking Minish : impeccable prononciation, grammar and wording

Vaati speaking hylian: passable, but just, only bothers being fancy when it suits him

Vaati trying any other language : questionable at best, downright awful at worst

[sole-arcanist]

@royaltyslight followed!

“I’d ask why you’re here, but I don’t really care.”

The statement is harsh, but true. He looks up over his book at the princess, eyebrow raised. His blind eye is in clear view, given he’s pulled his hair into a bun today. 

But then he realized, that’s not his princess.

[royaltyslight]

The girl stepped back, ears twitching slightly picking up on the other’s voice. True this was far from being the princess from his own era if those hauntingly pale blue eyes were any more of a giveaway.

“W-who’s there? Where am I?” There was a twinge of genuine fear in her voice despite everything her gaze did not find him. Nor could it ever.

[sole-arcanist]

"... Huh."

The man takes a few seconds, looking over the lady before he sighs. "You are... Not who I was expecting. How did you get here?"

His book shuts, bookmark slid in absent mindedly - not necessary, but habit. He could find where he'd been at with his eyes shut if he wanted. But then the mage thinks about how she had asked her own questions and gets to his feet. "Well, I don't think you'd like either answer I'm going to give you."

[kuroxanart]

The next huevember, there won’t be another four swords drawing in a while. Until blue.