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Ind. Private & Semi-selective Multi-muse. Side blog to @flamesprisoner
Muse Carrd + Rules (wip)
Focus on specific Hoyoverse muses, along with other mixed media. Low-maint and low-effort. Big WIP.
I'll be typing starters up on my mobile, and then when they're done I'll post them on laptop.
Mmm let's try and get some stuff going here!
Mini starter call of varying length, just specify muse!
❞ Leave me alone ·̲ [ request for Noé ]
Once more, Vanitas was doing this.
Pushing away, making demands he knew Noé would refuse. It didn't matter how many times he said things like 'go away' or tried to run off ahead; Noé would continue to stubbornly follow him. He wouldn't let the man get far. So this outburst of his was no different; the vampire would stare at him, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head.
"Vanitas," He begins, standing firm and upright; even his chest is a little more forward, as if to assert his dominance in the stance. He was not going anywhere, no matter if Vanitas told him to leave him alone. The smaller man would have to fight him on it, and Noé would happily indulge in kicking his ass a little just to beat some sense into him. "I will not leave you alone. I will tell you this as many times as you need to hear it and more. You should know this by now."
Now that he was done being firm, his stance didn't relent, but there was a more gentle look in his eyes. He would scan over the doctor, studying him. Had he eaten? Had he slept? What was the state of his clothes like? And what about his hair? He knew the pride Vanitas carried himself with, so if any of those were amiss, then something was wrong.
"You can either tell me, or I'll sit here until something does. I am not leaving."
– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !
"Don’t look back."
"I missed you."
"It’s too late."
"Please don’t go."
"You promised me."
"Who did this?"
"I forgive you."
"We were gods."
"Leave me alone."
"They found us."
"Trust me, please."
"I need help."
"Run. Don’t stop."
"It wasn’t me."
"I remember everything."
"Burn it all."
"Tell me why."
"You never called."
"It’s just rain."
"You owe me."
"She’s not breathing."
"Is that blood?"
"You were right."
"It ends now."
"We start over."
"Stay with me."
"Nothing feels real."
"I hate this."
"Do it now."
"They're watching us."
"Make it stop."
"It's not yours."
"I was waiting."
"He’s behind you."
"They’re all gone."
"Time is up."
"Bring them back."
"It’s our turn."
"This is wrong."
"Don’t let go."
"We are cursed."
"No one knows."
"You're not real."
"Don’t say it."
"I saw everything."
"Nothing ever changes."
"Call it off."
"What are you?"
"I found it."
"Let me in."
@buccchi continued from x
"Mm. Not a complaint."
He comments listlessly, looking from the sky to his companion with a lazy tilt of his head. He didn't mind Sunao's company at all. Tobi considered him like family, so he paid attention to such things.
"Just an observation. You know I don't care, Fuchi. Just wonderin' if there was somethin' on your mind."
Face of a young man who has to hear his adoptive sister/daughter listen to brainrot videos whilst his sentient backpack encourages her further, eating all the snacks he just bought.
It's safe to say that the soup ladle Tobi held now gets dropped as he slowly reaches for a cigarette. So quietly, he sneaks out of his apartment to go smoke, attempting to get away from the noise. He'll deal with Baku's complaints later.
"Qifrey. Are you soaked again?" Olruggio smiled gently, seeing his best friend soaked from hair to shoes. He wonder what exactly happened… he never goes into the water on his own. Unless something happens. "I've told you so many times to be more careful… But okay. Come here." Watchful Eye murmured quietly, slowly drying him off with his magic and tools. "Qifrey. What exactly is wrong with you? And you can't say nothing or hide behind stupid excuses. I… I'm worried about you. I can see you're not doing well."
He detested the water, did everything he could to avoid it, especially rain. It made him uncomfortable, but he knew he couldn't let himself be comfortable with his rain-repelling spell all the time. It was exactly the discomfort of being wet and in the rain that kept him in check, that allowed him to continue living as he did. The stress of water clinging to his clothes, every part of him but his cloak wet. The tight, clinging feeling of his clothing kept him unsettled. Of course, it was all played off for the sake of the girls, saying he was simply foraging and forgot to put his cloak back on in time, but Olruggio wasn't as easy to fool. His Watchful Eye was far too observant.
A slow blink before he addressed his friend, offering a pleasant smile.
"Really, Olly, there was no such need for this. But you have my thanks." If he got sick, then that would just make it easier. Qifrey laughs, spreading open his arms to allow himself to be dried off a little further. "I'll be quite alright. I just have to change and warm up by the fire; no need to do this."
Even his concerns were growing more observant. The Witch doesn't change his expression, keeping it light-hearted, even dipping his head to the side to play off his confusion.
"I suppose when I woke up from the rain, it made me panic for a moment. But really, it was just a passing moment. Now, now, aren't the girls in need of attention? We ought to make sure that none of them gets sick; otherwise it'll spread too easily to everyone else. I'll go get changed, then make some soup."
With that, he walks by the other Witch, deciding not to entertain the topic any further, it was for the better of them both.
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"D-Don't you have another Grail War to participate in?! Leave me aloooone!"
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Caelus! Run! Protect your trash! EMIYA IS HERE ON THE EPRESS AND IS LITERALLY CLEANING THE CEILING AS WE SCREAM!!!
WHAT IN THE GOOD AEONS ABOVE, THIS MAN ISN'T A PATH OF THE HUNT, THIS MAN IS THE PATH OF DESTRUCTION. HE'S NO BETTER THAN A LORD RAVAGER.
He gathers up his most valuable trash, he gathers up his trashcake cat, and he also grabs a few of Dan Heng's experiments out of the fridge, stuffing them into a blanket and tying them up around his bat for easier carrying.
No place in this train is sacred anymore; that man is going on a warpath, and he's taking over all spaces of trash sanctity!
When the moment is right, Caelus uses his Prservation lance to rocket charge his way through the cart and into the next, hoping to get a head start away from him.
Mydei fiddling with his clothes, he looks a little embarrassed to be seen by Hyacine. // @starpaletted
"Lord Mydei... Can I hug you once?" Then jsut like with the Professor she promises she'll be normal!!
Hesitance. He doesn't look uncomfortable at the idea, but he is struggling with his pride. A deep breath, his arms fold to try to act nonchalant.
"This one, I suppose. My body is ideal for such."
Phainon was about to move but halted in his steps once he heard a all too familiar voice speaking to him, he turned his head a little to notice his friend who seemed to have reverted back to a child as well? Interesting.
However, he was surprised how different the crown prince looks as a child as he didn’t have the gauntlets like he usually did. He sweat drops as he took notice of the size difference as he hoped that the other wasn’t offended by it, he gulped.
“Ahh Mydeimos, sorry about that and wait, you reverted back to a youth too?”
"This must be trickery from Zagreus-- no, Cipher." The Prince mumbles, it carries a tinge of annoyance, but he tries to remain stoic, as if being in this form was not a problem for him.
His eyes narrow as he looks up to Phainon, but he dismisses it with a shake of his head.
"Enough with the apologies. Come with me before too many notice. Let's go to the Dromas workshop."
“Huh? My clothes are now all baggy, either the world got a lot smaller or…maybe I got smaller? Oh no, if the others see me like this, especially Mydei, I will not hear the ending of it!”
The small Deliverer now tries to blend into the crowd around Okhema, gulping down a nervous lump in his throat as he tries to look like an ordinary child.
"You can try to hide as much as you like, but you stick out like a sore thumb, Deliverer." A proud voice, but not as gruff as usual. It's younger.
Mydei stands imposingly next to Phainon, though... It seems like he's a little shorter than him.
Shows Laios his reflection in a mirror that says: "A tasty snack is looking at you"
"Snack? Where?" He looks into the mirror, searching through his reflection. Nothing, just his reflection, Laios almost looks a little disappointed, until an idea comes to mind.
"Oh, I got it. It must be me!" Laios was half way to the idea before he reached into the mirror, lunging at it in an attempt to take a bite out of himself. But, he ends up with his face slamming against the glass.