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WHAT A CURIOUS LIFE WE HAVE FOUND HERE TONIGHT. // a private, dash-only, iconless multi-muse blog run by ayla. this is a very casual, very lax blog mostly for my friends and anyone who might be interested in a handful of muses. you can find muses from genshin impact, honkai star rail, rwby, naruto, and more. full list of muses here. rules here. do not follow if you are under 21.
blog roll: @forbelobog, & @supportingfire
even before the loss of his eyesight, i have always considered jiaoqiu's senses to be more sharp and intense than the average human. between his foxian heritage and being a healer for as long as he has, his sense of smell, taste, hearing, and even his sense of touch is pretty up there. most of his healing practices revolve around cooking and the like, so taste is a given. smell and hearing - he's a fox, his ears aren't just there for show and he has alluded to being able to smell sickness or fear on other people. and touch, he uses his hands even before the incident to heal.
now, with the lack of his eyesight, he relies on the others even moreso. touch feels more like memory, while his ears are always perked and ready for input. tl;dr don't gossip anywhere in his vicinity or he will hear about it.
sorry yall im on vacation in my hometown I'll be back next week!!!!
have y'all considered:
modern au hockey player my.dei and figure skater pha.inon? consider it.
uh. hi. hello.
i would like to...attempt? to be here at least a few times a week. ty for anyone stil around lol.
i have no real excuse other than tunglr has felt weird to be on for a hot minute.
i hope everyone is enjoying life as well as they can and i have been obsessing over pha.inon for weeks so expect a lot of lore dump about him throughout the week.
thank you smooches love youxoxoxo
um. hi?
what's this? a hulking mass of an android, scooping up his detective in both arms and carrying him to bed? more likely than you think!
"listen, r, i know you mean well but i can't just stop in the middle of it- selene is gonna find out if her dad was really her dad in the next episode or if he was lying the whole time!" yes he's been binging cringey soap operas for the last six hours and yes the sun is about to come up and yes he didn't sleep the night previous but what else was he supposed to do with his full weekend off for the first time in months? rest like a normal personal? hell no. empty chip bags, his half empty coffee mug (which has been refilled more times than he can count), an ashtray with about 3 burnt down joints in it all litter the old coffee table that he has his feet propped up on, a sign he's been posted up on this couch for awhile and doesn't plan to leave anytime soon.
"just one more episode and then i can-wait, wait the fuck r, don't you dar--" android says nothing, knowing better than most trying to reason with the detective will do literally nothing. gavin sees that look in his eyes just before he's being lifted off the couch like he weighed nothing (to richard, he doesn't) only for detective to squirm a bit in his grip, "just cause you can lift me like a bag a'grapes doesn't give you the right dammit, i'm not tired! one more episode! r, baby, please..."
you can hear him bargaining all the way to the bedroom... // @pluumed
in other news as my partner said hyv created phai.non in a lab specifically for me and i can't deal with it, he's being added to the roster as well.
i'm still alive but i'll be honest, the thought of being on tunglr the last few months has been daunting to say the least. i won't get into it, but some stuff happened behind the scenes awhile back that has soured certain aspects of this particular fanspace and made me feel anxious about posting or being here in general. it's no one's fault here, if we're moots and you're still here i love you and cherish your support, but it's also personal stuff i'd rather not get in to
with that being said, i don't want to give up my blog or hobby and i still write a lot (on disco lol) i refuse to let a sour experience ruin my joy so i might? start with consolidating all my muses here. i've avoided doing it awhile because i love my single muse blogs and put a lot of work into them but i'm not sure if keeping them up is helping me.
so, thoma @supportingfire and gepard @forbelobog are probably migrating here once i get off my ass and do some work.
ADDED: if y'all are stil here and still want to write with me/talk to me, thank you. i absolutely still want to write with you and PLEASE FEEL FREE to ask for my discord, as i'm pretty much always around and don't mind chatting/it's easier for me for the time being while i work on my confidence.
thank you thank you for being lovely and being you and for your patience with me xoxoxo
Moze had not intended to nod off, but with his schedule, he doesn't get as much sleep as he should. This is why he regularly starts to fall asleep even when standing up. Of course Jiaoqiu had noticed this and told him to at least sit down. His friend had used the tone of voice that makes it hard for Moze to say no, so he sat down. Soon enough, he drifted off again. Except this time, there was a shoulder for his head to lean on and he remained asleep. Exactly for how long he stays asleep, he doesn't know, probably not more than thirty minutes or so, but he wakes up by movement. Moze makes a displeased grunt and half-consciously grab Jiaoqiu's sleeve. No moving. A voice in the back of his head is telling him that he should wake up. That this isn't right. An other part of him just want to sleep and that Jiaoqiu is safety. Here he can relax. The assassin sighs, head turning slightly, making his nose touch the fabric of the foxian's clothes. Spices. Familiarity. Safety. Home. It smells like home. Moze makes another grunting sound, this time, he sounds pleased.
he likes to sit by the docks, now. listen to the air. the cycranes. the general hustle and bustle of people. he's learning how different people carry themselves, the sounds of their footfalls when they think no one is paying attention. the heavy-draggers are the easier to discern, usually a knight or guard with thick armor clanking. it reminds him of the sound moze's footfalls now make, at least when they were together. not nearly as loud, not by any means. nearly unreadable to anyone else - but it was louder than before...he knows why. they both know why. so jiaoqiu knew when moze was near.
but he'd done his best to not be noticed that afternoon after arriving, doing his best to remain quiet as he stood beside him. but the unmistakable shift of quickness, fabric moving just so, the short inhale or breath through his nose, jiaoqiu could tell the man was drifting off to sleep on his feet. thankfully, it takes little convincing to get moze to sit beside him. if he used that particular tone on him, the one he knows to work almost 90% of the time, so be it.
he agrees, letting jiaoqiu relax where he sits, listening to the air, smelling the wind as it passed by. at some point, he pulls out his fan to give himself a little breeze of his own, leg lifted to rest across his own thigh.
moze's scent drifts closer to him. and closer still. until he can feel soft hair touch his cheek. then, weight on his shoulder. moze makes no noise awake, it's no surprise he is silent asleep. jiaoqiu can tell by the ease of his muscles, the lack of tensity of his body beside his that moze has fallen asleep again. when foxian attempts to get him to rise, say they should really get him back to his quarters if he was so tired, but the assassin simply refuses him. the little groan he makes, oh if moze were to hear himself.
jiaoqiu makes a mental note to remind the other how important regular sleeping patterns were, but for now he is content to be the guard's haven for a moment. it was the least he could do, he thinks, considering moze has brought him the same peace. // @ice-and-lightning
Feixiao exhales sharply through her nose. Her hands clench into fists, the leather of her gloves making a sound from the force.
"You say that as if it's easy..."
How could he do that? Just decide to move on? Just like that? It wasn't just the matter of his sight. But that his friends were unable to help him when needed. Of having the ability to do much of his profession robbed from him, from--
The Merlin's Claw laughs but there's no humor in it.
For the self-proclaimed General lacking in regrets... she really had too many to count. She wanted to punch something. Badly.
"I know. I know, I know, I should just be happy we didn't lose you. But I can't... can't stop the what-ifs running through my head every time I look at you. How do I make that stop, Jiaoqiu?"
if he were a more selfish, bitter man, jiaoqiu would point out his general was hoarding all this guilt could be seen as an attempt to outshine his own suffering. like some grotesque game of who's better. thankfully, jiaoqiu is no such man, and he also knows the general better than that. she genuinely feels such turmoil over his circumstance, as if it was her fault. jiaoqiu could relate, if he were being honest. people died - even lifelong species, it was just the way of life. what made it so precious. he could perfect every method of his nine-square grid, and develop hundreds more remedies the stars had never seen...and people would still die. he had to learn to live with the lives he could not save, rather than carry them on his back.
feixiao would have to live with this, too. just as jiaoqiu did.
"careful now, that could be insulting," he tries for a joke, lighthearted in the way his mouth pulls in a faint grin, "i can't style myself in the mirror like a used to," as if she means strictly aesthetically, though they both know she doesn't. but quickly, his face would get a bit more serious. a leveling of his brows. the corners of his mouth drawn back. he's not mad, but it's often a face he dawned when delivering inconvenient treatment plans - he would like to be listened to, now.
"that sort of circular thinking have brought lesser men to their knees, feixiao. i know it is hard, but you cannot allow yourself to remain there. considering a thousand different strategies for a battle that's already happened will help no one. it certainly won't help me," and that was the crux of all this, wasn't it? her desire to help him, despite jiaoqiu's hesitance to accept it? "i need your plans for the future, general, not for what has already come to pass."
his influence on kaveh was slow, whittling away at what he presumed to be weights that kept him down, that harmed him far more than they did good, but occasionally that whittling cut too close to the core he was trying to help free of that added stress. naive and self-sacrificial, alhaitham naturally saw plenty of change necessary for the betterment of kaveh's life, mainly because the scribe himself stood in such stark contrast to his ways.
dramatic as he was, alhaitham could recognise when he did more harm than good ( setting aside that he never enjoyed doing harm in the first place, anyway ), although his willingness to mend his own wrong only went so far. his brows furrowed ever so gently as that mess of a roommate poked his head out, and when that loaded question was posed he merely stared at him, the platter of biscuits kept aloft.
❛ take them or leave them, ❜ he said, after a moment; any further dwelling on the matter was likely to devolve into an argument, anyhow. ❛ i'll make a fresh pot of tea, either way. it's your choice if you want to hole up with these or join me. ❜
he knows what this was. it's happened before. a peace offering. an apology of sorts, if al haitham ever felt like giving one of those out. he was often more direct; rather than say something, just do it. to help whatever button he's seemed to have pressed of kaveh's that evening, his attempt to mend it was this.
it's...a nice gesture. simple. but kind. fitting. and despite his fatigue, his general distaste of the entire day, kaveh finds himself warming up to the idea of joining him again - trying again.
a pause, kaveh opens the door a little wider. the hand at his side not on the door rises, rubbing idly at his eyes with the back of it, "...alright," he ends up agreeing, voice a little lighter. not just from his fatigue, but perhaps even relief, "i'll meet you out there in a moment. just going to...freshen up," and he quietly closes the door. but he is true to his word, only taking a moment to wipe his face with a handkerchief, pat the skin under his eyes gently to avoid any lingering puffiness, and puts away what little sketching supplies he'd managed to retrieve before the scribe was at the door.
a few minutes later, he's back in the sitting room. the plate of biscuits resting on the coffee table. he can hear al haitham in the kitchen. kaveh takes a seat, and grabs for a biscuit.
"what kind are they?" he calls to the other room. the normlacy of it all was oddly comforting.
hi hello i know i've been dead to the world but i am here i just finished the quest this morning and needless to say
i'm adding phainon immediately. i love him i cherish him i cannot contain it someone help me
added to my rules.
ty for looking!
just know i'm reading all your smut
working on xmas eve should be illegal
my sinday participation: cyno might not always have a sexual drive even after he establishes an emotional connection but he's very much a pleaser at heart to the person he loves so he's more than happy to make his partner climax as many times as they'd like and not receive it in return. again, this doesn't always happen, once that ~connection~ is established he has urges but sometimes he's just not up for it, he'd rather make his partner go cross-eyed and maybe cry a lil bit.
