Under The Moon's Light

Independent. Semi-Private. Mostly FFXIV Multi-Muse. Written by ALLEN / JOKER

[sunaerie]

SUNAERIE is an independent multi-fandom multi-muse blog, featuring primarily FFXIV. Mutuals Only + Highly Selective. Crossover + OC + Duplicate Friendly. Written by ALLEN / JOKER ( 31, nonbinary, he / they ). Strongly affiliated with @moonaerie, @vierandancer, and @lcstkey.                                            Carrd. Memes.

[sunaerie]

from @newsidequest at ... Nok'to!

"--Do we really have to go this way?" Helena huffed, ankles wobbling as she followed her guide down a slippery slope to cross a shallow stream. "Are there really no bridges we could pass over instead?"

Perhaps a bridge would be unnecessary for such a small body of water, but still! These heels were meant for paved roads, not river stones!

"-- And please do not drop my bag! My harp is in there!"

INBOX CALL — ;; ( @newsidequest )

"There aren't any bridges on the side of the stream," Nok'to explained, voice soft and as gentle as he could manage. He thanked the gods that he was blessed with no small amount of patience. His twin, he was sure, would have thrown down the bags and gone back the way they came by now. Nok'to wasn't so easily swayed, even if Miss Helena was a bit... particular about how she chose to travel.

"The only bridge is the opposite way we came and it'd be twice as long a walk."

And at that point, a carriage would have probably been in her better interest, but that would have been her need to set up, not him. He was more a bodyguard than anything, even if he had also felt obliged to carry her luggage.

"But I'll be careful with your harp, don't worry," he said, omitted that he himself used to play. Not far any sort of audience like Miss Helena did, but he'd played once before nonetheless. Not to mention, his boots were far better for the shift in terrain than her heels...

"I... can carry you over, if you want?"

[sunaerie]

CONTINUED — ;; ( @lcstkey )

Oh... That was news to him. He couldn't recall a moment before now that he'd seen her limp, and they certainly hadn't talked about it, though that made plenty sense. It'd be far stranger for Selena to come up to him unprompted to tell him about a childhood injury. It was probably something she often forgot to mention because she'd dealt with it as long as she had.

X'kijin watched as she seated herself and applied a spell to it. The slight chill made it apparent that it was an ice spell, although...

She was quick to get up and resume the patrol, and he was just as quick to step back into line with her.

"If it comes back, you might try heat instead," he offered, gentle in his suggestion as he met her gaze. "Ice is better for swelling. With muscle cramps, spasms, tightness, you'll probably see more relief with heat."

Probably. Some people just preferred the chill to heat. X'kijin was the type to take anything but a cold compress or ice spell. He'd rather use healing magic for the placebo effect than have anything cold pressed to his skin.

"... I didn't know you had an old injury."

[sunaerie]

🏳️‍🌈 + Mir

— QUEER HEADCANONS ;; ( @vierandancer )

Mir is quite androgynous, which isn't unusual for Viera. Many people in Ishgard couldn't determine if they were a man or a woman, and so Mir became accustomed to hearing he, she, they, and even others on occasional, sometimes to their dismay.

The confusion was perhaps made worse by the way that Mir tends to wear long skirts and dresses. In the rare moments they're outside of Ishgard, they may even opt for a shorter skirt, though never one too short. They even wear a bit of eyeshadow and might opt for a bit of lip gloss for formal occasions.

Suffice to say, Mir isn't bothered by any particular pronoun. If someone wants to refer to them as a man, that's fine. If they'd rather a woman, that's also fine. Neither is also good, or even both.

[sunaerie]

🏳️‍🌈- for Gustave, Kijin, Atahni and Niniji

— QUEER HEADCANONS ;; ( @moonaerie )

Where Gustave is concerned, it doesn't matter if you're a man, a woman, or somewhere in between. If he likes you, he's going to be awkward, weird, and maybe a little dumb if you say just the right thing to him. He's bisexual with no real preference in either direction.

While X'kijin does identify as a man, he's also gender non-conforming. It's not uncommon for him to dress femininely, especially in skirts. He also wears makeup. Usually only lipstick, but sometimes he'll dabble with some eyeshadow. He used to be pretty averse to it, given his trauma, but curiosity got the better of him and he eventually started trying things in private before extending to occasionally presenting more femininely in public. It eventually became commonplace and now you see him more often in skirts with makeup on than in pants without.

Anyone with eyes can see that A'atahni is a bit on the flamboyant side. While he doesn't dress particularly feminine, he does wear makeup and occasionally nail polish. One shouldn't be surprised if they see him wearing nail polish that's uneven or messy, as it's more likely that his daughter, Tsuru, has had a hand in that.

I don't think anyone thinks that Niniji could ever be attracted to men. If anything, she's definitely considered chugging a fantasia to make herself less of popoto. You'd never know it by how confident she appears, but she's definitely a little jealous and insecure about all the tall, pretty women she sees around, whether they're Elezen or Viera. She's settle for being a short Miqo'te or Hyur, but... alas... she's a popoto, so she has to settle for finding them extremely attractive instead of being one.

[moonaerie]

Ah, right. The front door would have done away with the myriad of issues that Gillian succumbed to. It would appear that Jonathan may have overestimated the speed at which his spring had gifted him. Turning slightly, he could very clearly see the expression of discomfort written upon Gillian's face.

"My apologies, I often tend to my nightly escapades by way of the opening upon my study. I should have been more cautious. Are you quite all right?" Jonathan, though only slightly shorter than Gillian, managed to reach his height by a bit of a bend. "I move quite quickly, but perhaps we try your method next time. I will give you a moment or so to recover."

Besides, that would give him ample time to look over the pathways and the corridors that traversed from Pembroke to the other districts. Since the creatures and the Priwen may have been on the outskirts, it wouldn't be likely that they ventured right back around the bridge entrance.

"I've grown accustom, there have been a few times where I have unknowingly resorted to the consequences. Unfortunately, the digestive tract of a human to a vampire are quite different. I could not. . . you must be aware of what I refer to." Jonathan remembered quite clearly the violent urge that came the first time he sprung and drank blood that was not of human origin. The churning of his stomach still sits in his skull to this day.

Nothing appeared in the general vicinity, and through the echoing vibrations that bounces through the walls that only Jonathan could hear. . . it would appear that from Pembroke to the North Docks. . . it was safe. The night bound duties had proved useful.

"I should like to say that you are correct, Nurse. Many of the ingredients I use for my medicine can be found simply be way of search and locate. Some ingredients for otherwise. . . other components of things may be found of a person but. . . we need not search for such now. How are you faring, son? Any nausea, vertigo or windedness?"

He did feel guilty, however; for the way that the other reacted, though he had an inkling of hope that it wouldn't dampen their relationship. Jonathan felt much more responsible for Gillian than he initially anticipated, and perhaps so did the one who sired Jonathan himself.

He hadn't become corrupted yet, and the way his eyes were. . . he'd been quite good at only mesmerizing those who ultimately deserved it. There wasn't much in the way of red consumption within his pupils, but the veins were beginning to spread across his face.

If anything. . . Jonathan looked more ill than he did immortal. "If you would take the lead, I will keep you safe on every side. Salicin is white and crystalline. Some of the locations I have found it come from some barrels about the way. Transportation may have unfortunately discarded some useful supplies throughout the times. Seeing as how our patients become more riddled with fevers as of late, I might intend to make use of it as an exfoliant."

Some humans just didn't know how to take care of their skin. . .

And so they walked, Jonathan occasionally sweeping a hand against Gillian's back should a sound of a rustle or the skitter of a rat startled the other. Being out in the dark, with a very real threat behind him and around him. . . Jonathan could hear his heart pounding against his chest.

The rush of his blood, the sensations of the type and the health. O Negative, and quite healthy. A connoisseur of both leafy foods and meat products, and a preference for spices and sauces. . .

The sounds of trashbin lids opening and wooden boxes breaking tore Jonathan from his thoughts momentarily, noting that some of his blood was still rushing toward his injuries. They'd managed to gather three vials of salicin from here.

"How goes your injuries? I apologize for riddling you with copious amounts of information. I fully intend to pursue your assailant in due course and put a stop to them. You've not had any fevers since, no? Perhaps I check up on your bandages and see if we need in uptake of your medications when we return. . ."

[sunaerie]

As luck would have it, Gillian wasn't particularly the queasy sort of man that easily lost his lunch—or his dinner rather, given the hour.

"I'll... I'll be okay," he said as he sucked in a breath, willed down the nausea that stemmed from the doctor's inhuman speed. But he knew of what Doctor Reid spoke of as he continued, about the differences between human and vampire, though Gillian still warred with the truth that had been laid bare before him.

It was understood so easily as the missing piece in the puzzle his life had turned into this past season, yet the insanity of it made him wonder about his own.

"I'm fine," he said when asked again as he rode the wave of sickness until it subsided. The hand that had pressed to his stomach, as if that might somehow help, slipped back to his side as his gaze turned fully upwards to the doctor now.

"Barrels?"

His voice pitched upwards in surprise.

"You find salicin in barrels?"

For some time, London had seemed to run short of it, so what in God's name—and perhaps he shouldn't so much as think that, given his company—would possess someone to throw it into a barrel of all things?

It was hard to believe, but it didn't take long before he found Dr. Reid's words to be true. Tucked into a dark corner, he found one such bottle with a blessedly superficial crack on its side and two others besides. To think that someone would throw away an analgesic like this...

Amidst this discovery, Dr. Reid asked him another question, once more in regards to how Gillian himself was.

"I'm all right, Doctor," he said. Though their eyes met for a brief moment, something about Jonathan's face suggested he didn't accept that he was half as calm as he pretended to be. Even Gillian himself could feel the pace of his heart pick up a brief moment at the mention of his assailant.

After all, Gillian had never told Dr. Reid that he had seen the person that attacked him, that he had known them.

"I've had no fevers nor have my injuries opened back up. I'm well enough so we should try and save what we can for patients in need."

Gillian had dealt with it before, after all. He couldn't count the number of times he'd been injured. The scars he bore on his face alone would tell anyone well enough that he was no stranger to them.

Yet he still jumped at the sounds of things in the dark, an affliction he'd not had in years, but it always had to rear its head when he wished it wouldn't. He'd felt less like himself and more like he'd turned back into a scared child ever since he'd awoken in Pembroke.

"Should we keep looking, Doctor?"

Another sound and Gillian startled, head jerked to look down the street where it had originated, only to loose a breath when he saw nothing at all in the dim lights.

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[moonaerie]

D'tykha's ears twitched and flicked the moment his arm was grabbed. At first he was hoping he could get away from simply throwing himself under the chocobo carriage like that. Alas, X'kijin was quick to catch on, quick to latch onto whatever hit the brain quicker than anything else.

Normally X'kijin would be delighted to traverse with Tykha to get a node. The both of them were so versed at when specific ones popped that going there was practically how they met in the forest to start. If one wanted to go that route in their journey of course.

At first D'tykha didn't know what to say, how to respond. X'kijin honed in on the fact that he liked it, and nothing else mattered. To see the taller Miqo'te so interested and focused on what he said; could make Tykha do one thing and one only:

Blush.

"Well. . . I. . . Yeah, I do," Tykha confessed, stepping closer toward X'kijin in case he worried that he had him by a more vice grip than originally intended. "Does it come off as a shock to you? Like. . . maybe it's silly, or something?" Though Tykha wasn't stating that as though to exude a defense mechanism. The botanist was being entirely genuine.

Feeling the hand drop from his arm, D'tykha took note that the node was still there; but the idea of leaving didn't entirely suit him any more. They needed this time together, this time to speak about it. D'tykha didn't like beating around a bush that was right in front of them the entire time.

"Since that time in Rhalgr's Reach, things have felt. . . comforting in a way I can't describe. Like. . . you, you're comforting. Maybe that's silly because I've always told you that I felt safe with you. You never made me feel. . . I mean to say I - I guess I. . ."

Godsdammit all. Thaliak was a Scholar and here his patron deity was doing nothing in the form of assistance. The Miqo'te breathed a sigh and slipped the pack right back onto his back.

"Let's just at least walk, if we stand here any longer we're going to miss the rest of our nodes." At least the ones that did in fact spawn more ingredients they were hunting for. "I can get it out better when I'm not staring at you. Your eyes are so distractingly beautiful."

Shit.

"I mean - you knew that, they're pretty. It's a nice green - sharp and attractive - I mean - walking. I am walking away." And with that, Tykha skittered; accidentally bashing his side into the tree they were just standing around. The hatchet shook against the attachment on the pack when Tykha spun. Though he wasn't entirely hurt, his pride was completely soured.

Ears dripped to the sides, face in his hands as he attempted to compose himself. It wasn't even that X'kijin was someone he was embarrassed to talk to. It was the idea of speaking his own mind to someone that he quite actually felt an alluring sense of companionship with. To the point simply staring at him, talking about his feelings; left his heart thrumming so violently.

This would've been a perfect thing to get dizzy and foggy about, but nerves were different than anxiousness.

"I don't mind what they say," Tykha spoke, head up and out of his palms. "I think it's. . . I mean - if I were to be bonded, in any capacity; to hear that we assume that role together is. . . comforting? Does that make sense?"

No. No it does not.

Tykha's ears pinned when X'kijin could only do one thing: gawk at him. This was pointless, he could never get his feelings out and the ability to do so seemed to attract nothing but selfish feelings. Though he wouldn't say he disliked being called hot. Even if X'kijin switched it to temperature to relay his Red Mage body heat, but mayhap. . .

"I find comfort knowing that people see us like that because it just means - I mean I think it means. . . we're just solid. You're my safe space, X'kijin. You always have been. At least. . . that's what I've always wanted in a friend. A companion. Whatever we. . . happen to be." His eyes glimmered and gleamed when the sun hit them quite right.

His smile grew goofy and he chuckled.

"I'm silly, I'm being silly - you can find it weird. I'm not the best at this type of stuff. I-ignore me." Then he reached into his pack, attempting to do away with the nerves. Change the subject, change the subject. "N-next node is. . . is in a few bells. We uh - we can. . ." His hands were shaking, holding his sheet of node spawns. "Maybe we break for lunch and. . ."

[sunaerie]

X'kijin didn't expect much. If anything, it'd be more accurate to say that he got little and expected even less. It was often that he ignored the urge to read more into a person actions unless he knew their intentions outright. Hells, he wasn't quite smart enough nor observant enough to make those kind of assumptions to start with.

But D'tykha had very pointedly said something that suggested... something. To stand there and watch D'tykha's cheeks burn red only served to further Kijin's flustered awkwardness.

"No, not... silly," he said as he tried to find the words to express the way his heart stirred in his chest. X'kijin had said it before with such confidence. Nobody was interested in him. Nobody ought to be interested in him. He was awkward at best. His reactions were muted and lacked excitement or enthusiasm outside of the scarce few things that had carved out a home in his heart.

Worst of all, women made his pulse jump and what he sputtered after usually left men and women alike less inclined to be around him. And he couldn't blame them. Though he wasn't a smart man, he knew the way he spoke when women came too close or moved too quick or spoke with too much heat in their voice. X'kijin knew the way it sounded to an outsider looking in when his heartbeat slowed and he had time to think about it.

He wasn't oblivious. Not entirely.

So that D'tykha had said he liked it when people thought they were together...

D'tykha stumbled through something that resembled an explanation, language simple and easy enough for X'kijin to understand.

The way D'tykha sighed and suggested they at least walk, X'kijin was quick to agree. "Yeah, sure," he said, relieved in a way to not have his vision set on D'tykha for the duration of this amazing, horrible conversation. Well, at least until D'tykha said something else that called a rosy hue to his cheeks.

Distractingly beautiful, pretty, sharp, and attractive. X'kijin wasn't under an illusion that he wasn't attractive. He looked fine. He had a nice enough face and strong legs, which some people liked. A few people had commented, but not on his eyes and certainly not after they'd known him for an extended period of time. Most people found the whole thing with his terror around women to be decidedly unattractive.

"Uh..."

The sound near fell out of X'kijin. What does he say to that?

Thank you? You too?

Gods damn it all, he wished he was more accustomed to... this.

Just don't blow it like you did last time, he thought to himself. The memory of the kiss that D'tykha had stole in Rhalgr's Reach was still fresh in his mind and kept him up some nights besides with the way he cringed when he remembered his lack of a reaction.

X'kijin came near enough to a dead stop that it might as well have been. D'tykha bumped into a tree.

And then D'tykha continued, which would be great if not for the fact that X'kijin still needed to process everything else he had said. Did he have to bring up being bonded?

You're my safe place.

Oh. Oh. That lit something in X'kijin, something warm and unfamiliar that he'd dealt with since the day he'd met D'tykha, but had grown day by day in a way he'd tried to ignore. And he'd failed, but only to a degree that he'd known it was a failure, all while he'd made a fool of himself to anyone that bothered to peer his way.

Unfortunately, the only one that peered at him being an idiot—or at all for that matter—was D'tykha.

"I... Yeah, lunch would be nice..."

His voice was soft, quiet as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. The part of him that was too awkward wanted to let the moment continue, to have lunch and live with the conversation in the back of his mind for a moment so long he'd be unable to find a way to bring it up again.

But that would be stupid, and he couldn't keep doing that.

"Actually... Uh..."

He struggled to find the words and reached up to run his fingers through his hair as if he'd find the answers that way. Unfortunately, he didn't.

"That sounds pretty nice... Not the lunch. I mean, that sounds nice too, but mostly just... the rest of it."

Green eyes met blue, but only for a brief moment before he glanced away again.

"You think a little too highly of me, Tykha."

It would be nice to be half as interesting as Tykha said, but X'kijin couldn't see the appeal like he could with Tykha himself.

[wyferne]

🔥 ˋ safety is all well and good. 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. a selective, slow-activity writing blog for vianne lanquairt lady hengr — a final fantasy xiv original character primarily based in heavensward (2015) and seeking to branch out some within the same universe. very plot and lore-heavy, dealing with themes of moral ambiguity, openly challenging authority and religious fanaticism, and redefining one's fate. open to crossovers, other original characters (including wol characters as she is not the wol) and multimuses. 25+ only. written by kae, 31. READ RULES BEFORE INTERACTING. personals dni.

[drivesuggestion]

You never really had a childhood.

[ageha-sds]

I looked, and there before me was a yan! Its rider was named Sugar Riot.

[moment-live]

The intrepid upstart vs the heavyweight champion, who will take the crown? Find out this Tuesday live at the Arcadion

[sunaerie]

❛ i'll be back! i promise! ❜ [Tataru]

— PRINCESS MONONOKE MEMES ;; ( @lcstkey )

Always she worried. It was never ending, the way the concern leapt at her heels and haunted her night and day. Tea was her best effort to stem the tide of anxiety that washed over her when her friends departed for dangerous landscapes, though it helped to care for those that remained in the Rising Stones in whatever way she could, be it offering them a drink or a meal or to draw a hot bath.

It helped, yet when the task was done and she found herself able to sit once more, the thoughts crept back in. The Scions were always in danger, always at risk. Tataru could offer them precious little but a homecooked meal, a warm bed, and a clean room to come home to when the time came.

What she wouldn't give to be like them, to be a fighter.

She had tried, hadn't she? She'd clung desperately to that book as she ordered her carbuncle about, only for the creature to disobey her every command.

Tataru was not fit for the battlefield, no matter how much she wished to be of better use to her friends. All she could do was help Selena to pack her things, to fret over her like a mother hen, despite not being near old enough to be one. At least not to one Selena's age.

"Come back soon! And do write if you can't! I can't wait to hear about all of your adventures," she said, though the low lilt in her face gave away her grief.

But as quick as it came, it disappeared, replaced by a familiar smile as her eyes lit up. "Oh! I almost forgot!"

Hurried steps moved back towards the kitchenette, where she retrieved the small pack she had packed not even half a bell ago.

"I made you lunch to go! It isn't much, but... hopefully it will warm you on the road, at least. ... Please, do be careful, Selena, and come home soon."

[mayonezli]

Turkish coffee

[bassettmemes]

i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.

[moonaerie]

The book - sorry, Grimoire - was definitely an odd addition to this otherworldly duo. One of which that wasn't quite so different to that of Wander himself and Dormin. The two of them spoke to one another amiably upon their first meeting. It was doubtful that this was something entirely different.

Though, it was Agro that ultimately determined that the two of them were meant to be trusted, as she hadn't torn her face away from Nier, much less shuddered away at any touches thereafter.

It was easy to see that Wander had ages on Nier, but as to how many perhaps it mattered not. The boy acted as about as mature as one would allow. It did fill him with a sense of relief that the two of them fought for a similar goal. Where Nier's was in relation to how Wander's was didn't matter nearly as much. They both strove to achieve something for someone else.

And that. . . was all that mattered.

"Someone I know is suffering a cruel fate. This is the only way I can reserve what is to happen. These parts are neither for us nor known to us. I've been there and back a few times. I will explain on the way."

Wander held his hand out to help Nier onto Agro's back. She remained perfectly still until the two of them were situated.

"Hold on," Wander instructed before he tapped at Agro's sides with his heels and off she went. The very same direction that the light previously took them. It wasn't bumpy, it wasn't jagged. Agro soared through the green hills and pastures like she had done it many times over. Wander looked as though he were fused to her saddle, resting out an arm and gripping the reins in one hand.

"Creatures are here. Colossi, they're called. Taking them down one-by-one is the only way to bring her back. I know of the consequences, and they matter not. I have taken care of four, this is the fifth we go to now."

Grimoire Weiss - as it, or he is perceived to be called - made a slight comment that the idea of consequences and risks implied the said task may have had some drawbacks. Wander did not disagree, but the achievement was worth whatever situation he'd end up with prior.

"I fear not the risks, nor the consequences - I take them in stride of course." His hand gripped the reins as he peered down at the way his palm seemed to be slightly marred with lifted veins. Whilst they were not large they were. . . a bit dark in color.

Agro turned and weaved through rocky cliffs and bushes that jutted through, grasses brushing at her heels until she came to an area seemingly secluded within shrine-like buildings. A bog of undisturbed water lay at her hooves before she drew to a stop. A warmth washed over them as Wander dismounted, peeling the sword from its hold at her saddlebag.

"Will you be coming, or staying?" Wander addressed Nier, already heading toward the water. It appeared that the rocky fence would not be holding back anyone, a hole under the surface led to the opposite end, and from there. . . a traverse up the pillar to the top. Wander paused as a large draft waved through, the rocky rubs of structured wings soared above them. The glimmer of the symbol awaited. "Nier?"

The Colossus, Avion. . . awaited.

[sunaerie]

A cruel fate, Wander said, and Nier knew exactly what he meant. Though he couldn't be sure the fates they would speak of were the same, he knew well enough how it felt to try and fight that fate, to be determined to avert it, no matter the cost.

A hand was held out to him and Nier took it without a second thought. Though it was different from what he was accustomed to, it wasn't hard to throw his leg over Agro and do as he'd been instructed. He held on and was admittedly relieved to find out that Agro didn't have the same burst of speed that the boar he had rode once or twice did.

Nier had been thrown off one too many times by the speed to want a repeat of that.

The plain that they rode through reminded him of his home, of the Northern and Southern Plains alike. But they were not in the home that Nier was used to and the words Wander spoke confirmed as much. Colossi, he called them, and though he explained little of what they were, it called to mind the only from of reference that Nier had: The large shades he had fought.

Weiss offered his commentary, to which Nier only offered a glance and a hushed, "Weiss," as if to chide the book to play nice and not be so... critical. They didn't understand the circumstances, after all. They couldn't.

Agro, at least, proved better than the boar back home had. She dodged bushes and steered away from cliffs with what seemed like little input from Wander. Was that how horses were, Nier wondered? He'd never ridden one, after all. Honestly, he'd only seen pictures of them in books.

And when they stopped, when Wander dismounted... Nier withered a little at the sight below. What was there was water. Lots and lots of water as something akin to a bird soared nearby, though the shadow it cast was far too large to be a bird.

And this... this was the part where Nier, after he'd offered to help, would have to feel absolutely useless. He misliked the tight feeling in his chest with the realization that he couldn't help. Nier actually, genuinely, and honestly couldn't help Wander with this. Not right now.

"I... can't swim, unfortunately. I might be more a burden to you than anything here... I'm sorry..."

And after he had just told him not a half-hour past that he could help him...

[yokaimemes]

shoutout to writers of multimuse blogs! i know that sometimes it can feel like you get ignored or are a secondary choice for people in favor of single muse blogs of the same characters you write, but please know that your portrayals are just as good, no matter how many other characters you have! it takes a lot of technical skill to write a variety of characters, and not having a single muse blog doesn't make your portrayal any lesser. ♡