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Muse Carrd + Rules (wip)
Focus on specific Hoyoverse muses, along with other mixed media. Low-maint and low-effort. Big WIP.
we're not kids anymore.
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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.
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.
ok time for a small nap then i'll get the other starters + some more drafts done hopefully. i've been pretty busy...but yay, four day weekend coming up after work tomorrow.
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.
@fancoria requested a starter (Marcille)
The two of them had ended up split up from the rest of their party, left to wander a maze of stone. So far, they had been going down a long, winding hallway... But they had been walking down this hallway for a good amount of time now. When was the last time they took a turn? He was sure they had left a few moments ago, but when he looked behind him, Laios didn't see any indication of the path they had come from.
"Say, um. Marcille? How long have we been walking straight for? I thought we would have encountered more turns by now."
"That does sound like that fool...", also yes, nobody should see that sad puppy Phanion face, it was too pitiful among other things (read: endearing). He casually took a handful of the brownies and ate them without hesitation.
"Protein Brownies, huh? They taste a bit odd, but are still edible." Oh, soon he'd find out just how edible they really were!
"Catta boy~ I just mew I could count on nya." She's nodding her head, playing along with that she was just so saddened about being unable to eat those brownies.
"Gotta go, go rabies shots to give out and all, see nya~"
And then she's gone, finding some alleyway to laugh in.
"It's gonna kick in soon. Nyahaha."
"Do Hyacine and Anaxa know about your cure being sold to the public? Lady Gold Weaver will hear about this eventually, so I assume you already have that matter covered." Mydei wasn't sure what was supposed to make these stellaron rabies more deadly than regular rabies, but he also felt that the price was suspicious for some reason.
"Don't mew worry, Impawtal Little Prince. Totally safe, pssh! Nothing to worry about. Do you really want people runnin' around with these rabies? I'm doing Amphoreus a good service here." She laughs before patting his head, giving him a bag of ... seemingly normal brownies. They were anything but normal.
"I got given these by Delivery boy, but he seems to have forgotten I can't eat chocolate, so eat this for me instead, would you? I dont wanna see that sad puppy expression on his face. They're protein brownies, so don't worry about calories."
"Are mew afflicted with the Stellaron rabies? Does your eyes shake, your furrious heart thump? Don't mew worry, pawnter. Good ol' Cipher has a cure for ya that'll fix mew right up. For the low price of 6967 balance coins, credits is also accepted!"
[🦝🗑️]: I WON'T BRUSH MY TEETH JUST TO MAKE IT EXTRA TRAUMATIZING! 💢 [🦝🗑️]: ...opps, wrong chat. [🦝🗑️]: 🫠
(Good luck getting an explanation for this, Dan Heng)
Deep breaths, Dan Heng. Caelus is fine, he probably just ate something weird (again).
[ 🐉 >> ] Caelus. Please practice good dental hygiene. [ 🐉 >> ] I don't want to know the context of what you were talking about, but please check who you are sending to next time. I do not want to be the unwilling recipient of something ... worse.
But Orpheus always looks back...
[txt @ caelus // @captastrophe ]
I forgot to add, I would not mind roommates. You and March, especially. If I were to live somewhere, I'd be content with living with you both.
She could hear the noise of someone shuffling; it took a second for her to register who it was. Someone heavier, taller. It had to be Blade. She opens her mouth, debating if she should actually speak. A selfish request hangs on her tongue. Isn't this asking too much? She should have done it herself sooner.
"Bl...Blade?" Whispering softly, Firefly swallows. "You're going to Planarcadia soon, right?" She has to pause, let her heart settle before continuing on. "If I may...Ask one simple request of you before I fall asleep again, or fade. There is a gift. If it doesn't conflict with The Script, could you give it to Caelus for me? Or to Silver Wolf, at least. It should be a glass orb in my room. One that...Looks like fireworks on the inside." [ Firefly to Blade @starpaletted ]
Emotional Damages being charged to: @starpaletted
Blade did not reach for the gift immediately.
He looked at it first.
A thin panel. Smooth. Artificial. Quiet in a way that felt deliberate, as if it were holding its breath. His gaze lingered on its surface, faintly reflective, catching fragments of the room in broken angles. For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he took it.
His grip was careful, almost at odds with the violence that lived in his hands. The screen flickered to life at the slight shift, casting soft color across his face. Bursts of light bloomed in silence. Gold fractured into violet. Crimson scattered like embers across a night that wasn’t there.
Fireworks.
Not real. Not fleeting. Not something that vanished the moment it dared to be beautiful.
Blade watched the loop play once. Twice.
His expression did not change much, but something in his gaze stilled… sharpened inward instead of outward. A memory brushed against him, indistinct and unwelcome. Light blooming against darkness. Something warm. Something had gone before it could be held.
“...Persistent,” he said quietly.
(Not like the real thing. These don’t die the moment they’re seen.)
His thumb shifted slightly along the edge of the device, grounding himself in its weight. Artificial light continued to bloom and collapse in endless repetition, untouched by time, untouched by loss.
He exhaled, slowly.
“The Trailblazer,” he added, voice low, steady again. “Will understand it.”
(A gift that doesn’t fade. That stays, even when everything else burns out. You chose that on purpose.)
Blade lowered the screen just enough to look at her fully now. There was something measured in that look. Not soft, not warm, but not entirely untouched either.
“You didn’t pick this frivolously.”
(You picked it because it says something you won’t.)
A brief pause. The fireworks reflected once more across his eyes, distant constellations trapped behind glass.
“…I’ll deliver it.”
@wylkstone requested a starter with Erik
"Hey, Nata!" The blonde calls out to the young boy, greeting him with a small smile.
"Are you busy today? I thought I might show you a few things about navigating the field. Don't worry, we won't leave Windward base camp, but I noticed a few things that might help you learn the ins and outs of tracking." Even if scoutflies made things easier, it was essential for both hunters and handlers to know how to track. Erik glances up at the sky, looking at the clouds that peek through. Yep, this was ideal weather; all he had to do was hope that fortune was on his side.
NOM!
Yes, Dan Heng, the raccoon gave into the voices and actually nommed your tail! We're ignoring the fact that somehow you two fell asleep and ended up IN a position where your tail was near his mouth.
Instead, we're focusing on how sensitive your tai actually is, and for the raccoon to justify his feral behavior-did you hear a snore?
"ZZZZ....Mem no, don't touch Phanion there...ZZZZ...."
Sleeping with Caelus, March, or even both of them hadn't been entirely uncommon. It was a comfort, reassurance. Usually, something that only happened at sleepovers or on days that were particularly harrowing for someone. Dan Heng had gotten comfortable, his body naturally coming to face Caelus out of instinct to shield him, much like his tail that had wrapped around him, too. Not constricting, but coiled enough so his body was supported and would not slip so easily away from him.
All was well until he felt a bite and heard the dramatic 'nom', making him jolt for a moment. His tail tightens before loosening, the guard realising there's no actual threat. Instinctively, he wanted to slap what bit him, but he was fortunately aware enough to know that it had been around the trailblazer in his sleepy haze.
"Still asleep," He whispers, checking that he shows no signs of disturbance. Not a single one, just whatever he was dreaming of regarding... Phainon and Mem? The mutterings bring a soft smile to his lips, one he reserved especially for his companions. The sensation of the bite still lingers, but he brushes it to the side, moving his tail away from Caelus mouth as he tries to lie back down.