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private & independent // genshin impact multi-muse

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a private & independent multi-muse featuring characters from genshin impact, as written by luna.

☆  mutuals only ! selective, and 18+ only. ☆  rules & roster can be found here.  ☆  low activity ☆  she/her, 21+, too many years writing on this hellsite. discord available upon request.

☆ ☆  Affiliated with: @inavagrant | @cerberusley​ | @eausovereign​

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I was about to say that a day Navia doesn't wear heels is a day hell freezes over but then I realized pregnancy might kick her outta those or make her at least adjust to a small 1 inch...

[prissypixie]

Lace Me Up corset by Scarlett Gasque ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

[melodiden]

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Navia enjoys flowers in her everyday life, fresh bouquets are always a centerpiece in her kitchen if she can find the time to get a few fresh blooms. She thrives in the spring time when many are in bloom but enjoys having flowers year around. She's the type to sigh adoringly everytime she sees a beautiful bouquet while out and about.

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"Huh, want a ride?" Rhymes or reasons didn't need to take place in this offer. Rather, it was the presence of those pivotal sunglasses that answered more than enough for the Champion. As much as this blonde takes immaculate care of those shades, there isn't a doubt in his mind that her heart held no malicious thorns. So why not make things a bit more memorable? Ignition holds at the ready, fresh steam seething from its exhaust as Lighter's aviators reflected the view of Navia peerlessly of those freshly cleansed lens. "I've noticed you've taken a glance or two, figured that speed may be your type of thing." (Lighter to Navia!)

Blonde brows rise up, lips curling into a knowing smile as she eyes the bike, the polished gleam of the chrome reflecting in the sunlight. Truthfully, she's surprised. Navia tilts her head slightly, she hadn't quite expected the rider to be making such an offer, much less take note of her interest in the bike.

❝ Speed huh? ❞ She muses, her voice light with curiosity and amusement. Right on the money with that one. It appears they share some similarities too, her gaze flickering towards his face, catching her own reflection within his shades. He's got style ! ❝ Alright, I'll admit you've got my attention. ——Nice touch, by the way. ❞ Blonde ringlets shift against her shoulders as she nods towards his sunglasses with a playful grin.

Stepping forward, her boots click softly against the pavement. ❝ It all just depends, I suppose. Where are you heading? ❞

unprompted. | @astrxlfinale

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name: luna pronouns: she/her most active muses: navia & furina; lumi has been rattling in her cage and ive been dying to explore some ff muses for quite some time. ( tifa and aeris ) experience: too much lmao fluff, angst, or smut: im all in for all three so long as theres an appropriate amount of communication as needed. the caveat is that smut is a bf only privilege. the most you'll get is a fade to black otherwise. that's a hard boundary for me and i won't be changing that so be respectful. long or short replies: either, neither are better or worse than the other. writing has it's own rhythm, and whats important is not the length but the purpose. does it push forward the narrative? does it add a layer of characterization, setting? think of it in those terms rather than trying to meet a certain word quota and let the story breathe. you can have the fanciest sounding archaic words from the thesaurus but a whole lot of nothing, which used to be a problem in the rp sphere once upon a time. pet peeves: i'm too easy going i dont get pressed over things honestly. are you like your muse: in some ways, yes. in others definitely not. just depends on what you're talking about. theyre all relatable though, sure. time to write: i feel like i tend to be able to think better in the evening but it depends a lot lately on spoons.

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[snowtombedstar]

　　A woman of culture, she sees.

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A fair lady can't ever dream of disagreeing. After all, great minds think alike. Cheers~! A tip of a wine glass coupled with a soft clink.

[junglejim4322]

Nothing is embarrassing if you decide you’re not going to be embarrassed over it

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 Tongues, indeed.

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a graveyard in spring for Navia for that one prompt meme!

——Has my existence... made this world a better place?

Most days, it's no longer a question which lingers and weighs upon her mind and heart. Most days, she can bravely see past such doubts, committing herself to the people who rely on her and the Spina, to being the leader they need her to be, trusting whole heartedly in the love they surround her with. Most days, the reminders of those she's lost briefly touch her in a manner that mirror an echo of a sweet song one once knew and hummed everyday, but can still remember the melody of.

Today is not like most days.

The handle of her parasol twists anxiously between gloved fingers, and Cerbie, the sweet thing, leans heavily against her ankles after peeking up at her.

It's a bright spring day. The clouds roll along the azure skies, the air is sweet with perfume of the new blooms, birdsong echoes within the mountains, and the sunshine feels like a warm kiss upon the skin. And here, before her, are those who have meant... everything to her. Mother. Rather than being the blessing she had hoped for, she'd been no more than a curse. Father. Silver and Melus... Their tombstones mark nothing but empty graves.

Aubenas. Cannes. Bernnette. Giverny. Francine. Korina. Desyree. Joinvill. Jolienne. Essoness. They all relied on her as well, and within the disaster, her efforts were hardly enough.

How could they not see her as some harbinger of death by now? She was directly responsible for the fact that their names were engraved in tombstones. She kneels, the silks of her skirts brushing against the dirt, as she places one by one, a golden rose for each of the graves, taking care to brush off the dust that had accumulated since her last visit.

The heavy steps of familiar boots make their way up the hill, and she needn't turn to know who it is; she knows that step, knows that presence. Navia sighs, and Cerbie rushes over to greet their dear Leslie, while she finishes pulling the weeds from around Silver's grave to scatter them into the wind. How could that be, so soon, for them to grow around a tombstone that still feels too new, too fresh, too...

❝ I wasn't expecting you until we made it home, mon loup. ❞ She greets softly, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear and turning back to greet him with a brave attempt at a smile.

——Would she lose him too?

Her gaze lingers, and the rush of preemptive grief makes her press her lips together for a moment before continuing on, ❝ Feeling a touch of regret of not bringing something strong to drink. ❞

setting prompts. | @wrioleslie

[weltenwellen]

Stephanie Foo, What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma

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on navia— a small (and perhaps disorganized) rambling on understanding of self, grief, navia's ongoing state of mind ;

as ive said before, i do believe there's quite a lot of layers to navia's characterization that aren't closely delved into, nor acknowledged. but quite a lot of it stood out to me during the course of her story quest, and stood out to me quite prominently, but it isn't until recently where i too have done some learning that it began to fall into place and i had more concrete ways of analyzing her.

navia is an interesting case because she is perceived in a particular manner. all sunshine and smiles, someone who befriends others easily and slips into a 'big sister' type of role, and someone who attempts to move on from hurts or personal slights (ie. furina is a complicated figure to her, and yet she is pushing past it in favor of the heaviness their dynamic could have; though in a way it also simply buries it if she doesn't process it truly). she is admirable, full of confidence, a bold step, and a brand of bravery that is all her own. navia takes no shit, and is bad bitch through and through.

she is all those things, but she is not immune to self-doubt, and automatic negative thoughts about herself. in fact, it's very human of her. and, with a stressor (the tragedy of poisson, the loss of melus and silver) these turn into negative self talk that has been somewhat present already into something a little more constant in her mind, and it becomes a cycle that wears on her greatly. she gets stuck in her own head and it distorts the truth. it's clear she's struggling, and doesn't know how to express it, when she speaks to the traveler, its apparent she wants to open up, but has difficulty navigating the emotions within her; in her stories it's apparent that she is holding everything within, especially her grief, and tries her best not to cry.

there a lot of different sorts of automatic negative thoughts that can occur, but navia falls into more than one category of these sorts of negative self talk . the first few and more prominent thoughts she turns on herself is likely also connected to some form of survivor's guilt. these are called 'should statements' and 'personalization' along with a bit of 'catastrophizing';

 I learned then that there's always a cost to making a mistake. The more you care about those around you, the more you should care about doing the right thing to the best of your abilities. Because if you do falter, there will inevitably come a time when you'll have to face the consequences. And when that time comes, those most precious to you really will throw themselves in front of you, and pay the price for your mistakes...

navia believes it's a result of her mistakes that have resulted in melus and silver's deaths, in the disaster of poisson. because of her upbringing, the expectations of her father and what she perceives to be the expectations of others around her, she also feels that she should have done more or been more prepared or simply different and somehow this tragedy wouldn't have occurred. lastly, now that the worst has happened, she is beginning to believe that she can no longer afford any mistakes or tragedies will repeat themselves. it goes without saying, that navia is very hard on herself, and with all the personal loss around her, she fears more of it occurring. going back even further, knowing the truth behind her father's death, navia also wrestles with self-blame (though the whole relationship with her father and his death and the fall out is a whole other thing deserving of its own post). going back all the way to her childhood too, navia blames herself to some degree for her mother's death (as she passed away during childbirth) and the resulting grief in her father. there's a lot of personalization that goes on within her mind, which usually she's able to cope with but again, there's stressors in play and it brings all these things to the surface.

she also falls into the category of 'filtering' , where is one minimizes or dismisses the positive and good to ruminate on the perceived lack of something. in particular, this is very present in her views of how she leads the spina, and her contributions to both the organization and her people. she holds herself to the impossible standard she's built up in her mind of her father and her mother, and dismisses her achievements and accomplishments often, by stating that they are either not enough, or nothing compared to what her parents have done. normally, this could be seen as being modest or humble, and to a degree, navia is, but i'd argue that the story quest pushes how navia is unable to see what she means to others around her and what she's accomplished because she's getting stuck in her own head. (i find it fascinating that both she and furina, my other muse, have this same hurdle to overcome in their personal development, and its no small thing. but i'll talk about furina on her own blog)

she's struggling with these thoughts of herself, that feed in one another, and the thing is, automatic negative thoughts happen so fast sometimes that a person might not realize how or when they happen, nor the effect they have on one's emotions and self-esteem. and yes, someone as beautiful and capable as navia struggles with self-esteem. usually, there's some sort of catalyst that makes one aware of these things, a wake up call of sorts, and i feel for her because she had one of the worst possible ones ever. namely, hearing all the thoughts she had about herself turned around and said, out loud by another.

But I... I saw it all, with my own eyes! And then I had to watch [the greatness of the Spina] it all die, little by little!  And it was all because of you, Navia. Clementine died because of you, Callas died because of you, Melus and Silver died because of you... and so many more, dead! Everyone dead, all because of you!  You've singlehandedly destroyed everything that was beautiful, Have you ever considered that... Maybe the people around you don't actually care about you at all? Have you ever considered that... Maybe you only get respect because you're Callas and Clementine's child? That you've never done anything worthy, that you're just a big nothing? Have you ever considered that... Maybe people don't stay in Poisson because of you, but only because they have such beautiful memories of the past, before you came!

navia is brave, she always tries her hardest to put on a brave face, shes strong, those are some of her worst fears and coter gave them life, threw them back at her unfiltered, at full force. these are all things she's felt and thought herself, and it leaves her reeling. in some way this is likely connected to the disconnect with her father, how she admits she was never sure whether or not they were actually close, or what he truly thought of her because of the emotional distance he maintained with is own daughter. so in the same vein, she becomes unsure by whether or not her people care about her.

true to herself, she puts on a brave face when faced with this, and tries to trust in the people's support and care for what it is in the moment.

But the love that I've felt from everyone was just as real. I've felt it. They've helped me get to where I am. And even now, I will continue to believe in that love. So let me show you just how much I love the Spina di Rosula!

later on, we do see a drained navia, feeling a little lost, despite this statement. and the traveler notices her low mood, because she is indeed emotionally reeling.

Do you really see me as your "partner"?

a subtle way of seeking reassurance, that she is worthy, has accomplished something good, to be equal and on the same footing as someone as renowned as the traveler.

 I used to think I'd never doubt myself, but you could say I've discovered that I'm not as strong as I thought I was. Colter mentioned my parents, as well as Melus and Silver. It's all thanks to them that I've made it this far in life.  Do you think... they ever regretted the choices they made? Has my existence... made this world a better place?

this here is one of the most poignant realizations for navia. she hadn't realized how her emotions and questioning of self was in part due to her own doubts and the cyclical nature of them. she never thought she would. that's so hard to acknowledge. and even still, she's wrestling with these thoughts, but... later on, with the heartfelt reassurance from everyone around her that she is loved and cared for and enough, she can finally take a step back and work towards progress on herself.

Then I'll be brave and just accept everyone's support for what it is... It seems like I started to question myself a bit too much. I'll pick myself up again, and become a more reliable President, for all of you. Looking back on it, I'm honestly embarrassed by how I acted earlier, hehe.

being brave and trusting in others to mean what they say, and say what they mean, seems like an obvious thing, but it's truly no small thing when someone struggles with self doubts of the sort that has you stuck in your own head like how navia had been for quite some time (likely weeks). but it truly takes some sort of event, or person, or realization, to put things in perspective for someone going through that. navia is willing to do the work on herself, bettering herself, her own treatment of self, and has the grace to also acknowledge how her negative self talk was hindering her ability to see things clearly. progress of course does not happen over night, evident in how emotionally drained she is after this major realization of self, but she's on her way and determined to rebuild and pick herself up again, making personal growth, and its really admirable.

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The lights to the hallway that lead towards his room come on and it isn't due to him turning them on from his end of the hallway, but from the other end where his room is located. The warden freezes in place, what awaits him at the other end of the hallway is not only the room where he sleeps and where he intended on going, but a rather beautiful woman with long golden strands of hair as well. It's quite late at night and it slipped his mind to tell her he wasn't going to make it back on time for dinner. He stares at her for a moment in silence. "Hey there," he attempts to appear nonchalant. He can feel her energy from here. "Am I going to die?" He finds himself asking.

The sounds that echo throughout the house are familiar. The turn of the lock, the opening and shutting of the door... The only thing missing was Cerbie's excited barking, but he sleeps curled up at her feet. Her blue eyes open slowly flutter open as she listens to Wriothesley move about their home, cheek pressed against her pillow.

This is oddly familiar in a nostalgic sort of manner, something akin to a certain childhood memory, of a certain former president returning home at all hours, enshrouded in secrets she was never privy to. That was different though, she often succumbed to sleep long before anyone arrived home.

This time however, sleep evaded her, and the pang of her lovers absence nestled deep within her chest. She had kept herself busy during the evening, but the night grew darker and the hours longer, she had wished she hadn't sent her men home so early. At least then she'd have someone to send out to check on him. It's not like him... and she also trusts him to keep himself out of danger... Navia's brow furrows, and she waits until his movements to come closer to reach over and turn on the lamp, flooding the bedroom with light. Cerbie's ears perk right up, and the pup trots right over to nudge his legs, far more forgiving for Leslie's tardiness.

Navia, however, meets his gaze with a deceivingly calm expression, unmoving as her golden hair cascades over the pillows. Hey there, as if she were just anyone, and not his lady love. ❝ You're late. ❞ She greets before rolling away from him onto her opposite side.

❝ —Die? ❞ Navia murmurs softly after some time; in any other situation she would have been amused by his choice of words. ❝ It depends. ❞ She burrows into the blankets, wrapping them around her shoulders like a cocoon. ❝ You might wish you had. ❞ A pause that lingers. ❝ You missed dinner. ❞

Ill & Injured. | @wrioleslie

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Nelson Algren c. November 1949

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You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed, worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air, you are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. Give everyone and anyone this message, go to random blogs, someone you don’t even know, stretch your ask limit, anon or not, tell them they are worth it. Because the world needs more love. <333

So, this came to my inbox some time ago, and I'm sure whoever thought of me enough to send it might have forgotten they had by now. But it did come to me during a time when a simple little gesture of a meme felt very sweet.

Re-opening my inbox now, and seeing it again, I'm reminded again of how touched I am and I decided to post it now and just say thank you to whoever was kind enough to send it my way.

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setting prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🕊️ ꒱

¹⁾ a rural gas station in the middle of the night

²⁾ the last room at a drive-in motel in the small hours of the morning

³⁾ a cold, draughty church on a thursday night

⁴⁾ a stranger’s bedroom at noon

⁵⁾ a window seat on a red-eye flight during a storm

⁶⁾ a hospital waiting room with only one other person in it

⁷⁾ a sleeper train eight hours from its destination

⁸⁾ the first night in a new house, alone

⁹⁾ the steps of a wedding chapel in the rain

¹⁰⁾ a dingy truck stop after ten hours on the road

¹¹⁾ a divorce attorney’s office on valentine’s day

¹²⁾ the beach at ten on a monday morning

¹³⁾ a police station in a foreign country

¹⁴⁾ a coffee shop at two in the morning

¹⁵⁾ a concert venue, hours after the band’s set has finished

¹⁶⁾ a boat miles from land in any direction

¹⁷⁾ the third highest floor in a skyscraper

¹⁸⁾ the end of the line at a b-list movie star’s meet-and-greet

¹⁹⁾ a bar an hour after last call

²⁰⁾ an overgrown garden in a heatwave

²¹⁾ a car park lit only by streetlamps

²²⁾ a film set two days from the end of production

²³⁾ a graveyard in spring

²⁴⁾ the lap of someone who’s been gone for too long

²⁵⁾ a kitchen counter whilst dinner’s being made