Muses are fickle. Reblog if you understand that your partner’s muse can sometimes wonder off for a while, but that you will still be willing to write with them when they come back.

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@suyolak
Muses are fickle. Reblog if you understand that your partner’s muse can sometimes wonder off for a while, but that you will still be willing to write with them when they come back.
Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.
Send me 👨👩👧👦 if you want to discuss a pre-establishes relationship with my muse(s)
This can be platonic, familial, romantic, antagonistic, whatever! Just some kind of background together!
Send 🔏 and I’ll tell you about a headcanon I originally had for my muse but then scrapped
sympathetic villain/hero sentence starters.
" hey... you don't need to do this... you don't need to be what they made you. "
" i get it. you think you have no choice, that you have to be the bad guy the world painted you out to be. but you don't! "
" shh... it's alright, now. you were SO brave, you really were! be proud of that! but you were never going to win against me... "
" look. look how the world treats you... you're such a good person, and they know it. that's why they expect you to bleed for them... "
" no, no... please, don't do this. don't stand in my way! i'm fighting THEM! not you! "
" it wasn't me. not this time. i know what people are saying, but... i swear to god, it wasn't me. "
" of course they sent you. they ALWAYS send you! because they know, they KNOW that i don't want to hurt you! "
" i don't wanna be a hero/villain! not if it means hurting you! "
"it's okay... it's alright. i don't want to be the good/bad guy/gal/one today. go ahead, do what you gotta do. and do it with a clear conscience. i forgive you. "
" i just wish we had met some other way... "
" i have no choice! you have to understand, i don't want to hurt you! but... this is the only way. "
send me ‘ open up ‘ for a drabble of my muse talking about one of the most traumatic memories in their life…
A Golem. How interesting. Where is your master?
“My creator is long dead.”
“Interesting. And you still function so well. Where do you come from, Creature?” Suyolak asked as he stared up at the creature, hands steepled before him.
Moving Day
The crackling, buzzing feeling behind his eyes told him that the spell had worked. It had taken years of gathering his power, creating the proper magical circles, ascribing the inside of his home with arcane runes, and finally, completing the ritual to move his place of power to a new city of strong arcane power.
He had taken the time to paint the outside of his home in glyphs before he left, enchanting it with a mildly strong enchantment, a ‘Look Away. Don’t Notice Me.’ spell that would persuade most mundanes from noticing the stone tower appearing in a free lot in their city.
With a tired sigh, he rubbed at his eyes and opened the door to the outside world, both eager and hesitant to see where he had ended up.
To Whom Are You Speaking
My name is Suyolak. No Nicknames. It has been my name since I was created Aeons ago, and it will be my name until it eventually dies. I am what most people would consider a Wizard or a Sorcerer, depending on your preference for these sorts of things, but the baseline of it is that I am a being of Magik, old and new, and it is one of my main purposes in this world. Depending on the situation, namely my current location, my power varies, from something of nigh Goldlike proportions, (Mostly, just my home,) To that of a very weak, almost powerless, Human... but I digress. If you ask me these days, my powers lie mostly in the realms of healing, alchemy, and some other darker magiks that if you ask, I may show to you, for a price of course.
Yes. Everything has a price, and if you are willing to pay, we can always work something out. In the past, and even occasionally today, I am something of a Patron. A Magikal Sponsor of sorts, allowing those without magik, to harness and control it. In exchange, i expect some forms of compensation. Power.
But all this is trivial if you wont even talk to me. So what do I look like, you may ask. “Am I approachable? Sickly? Handsome?” Well the answer is, it Depends. I have two forms. When I have enough power wrapped about me, I can appear in the form of an ancient Black Dragon. over 12′ Tall to the horns when Standing, closer to 20′ from Tail to Tip, my black scales begin to rot and crack along by body. My horns are Black as bone and my eyes an algae green that gently glints in the light. But you wont see this form often.
Most of the time, I appear in the form of a slightly past middle aged man, with olive toned skin. Slightly too thin, some people tend to tell me that I look gaunt, bordering on malnourished. I tell them its just my metabolism. Nothing to worry about. I normally keep my hair pulled back, its lank and long, held in place with a long orange ribbon. My eyes are usually still green, and the same as my dragon form in color. Bulky is not a word used to describe me. Maybe skeletal would fit better.
You can usually find me either at home, experimenting, crafting and researching my various interests, (Some people call me a Home Body. Those people are very brave,) or I am about, exploring magikal hot spots and gathering information and supplies for later spells. Maybe even looking for my next victim assistant.
So Please, Stop By. Lets have a chat. Talk about what you might need. I’m sure I have something in mind.