#[;anonymous]

[zenkichiihasegawa]

For your possession au. Do they have any special abilities?

laughs! Actually!

P5 possession AU

WE GOT A WHOLE-ASS MIRO BOARD FOR THIS!

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[hello-mrpresident]

Is Ultraman your ex?

Ex what?

[thehopcful]

Memory of a Star

With Garen gone to get help, Hope was a sitting duck, unable to protect herself or avoid magics cast with ill intent. As the grey masked stranger cast their spell Hope's eyes opened briefly, though she was not awakened. In that brief moment her eyes shone with a blinding light that lit the whole room, like two suns caught and trapped in a vessel too small.

Suddenly Garen was back in the room, and with a roar he launched himself at the stranger standing over the girl he now considered family. The two of them fell to the ground, and Hope's eyes closed once more. Furious, Garen got in one solid hit before the stranger vanished. Meanwhile, the elderly healer, Pano, was sat on the coffee table near Hope. He checked her pulse, set the back of one hand on her forehead. He stroked his long, snow white beard as he hummed in thought, then he turned to the cauldron over the hearth. The stranger's spell was stopped, but it was too late to stop the effects...

Tonight the conditions were perfect. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the temperature was just right, and the new moon would give off no light to to hide the stars. With a cheerful tune in mind, the hours leading up to sunset were occupied with making food and drink. A simple affair of light sandwiches and hot tea, which were packed away in a woven basket and a thermos, respectively. To the basket a glass jar was added, full of brightly colored Konpeitō, little stars shaped from pure sugar.

Once the meal was finished and packed away the rest of the equipment could be packed. Star charts were rolled up and tied in a loose bundle, the telescope was packed into its case, and candles were packed into a bag along with extra pencils and a notebook.

Calloused hands gathered everything up, and Desmond stepped out into the cool night air and made his way up the well traveled path to the peak above his home. Nothing could ruin this night.

Except... Something was up there-

As he got closer to the end of the trail the sky was lit up. Had someone built a bloody bonfire up there? The whole reason he lived up here was to avoid light pollution! Whoever the hell was up here was going to get a piece of his mind! Picking up his pace, he was still working himself up when he reached the top and the source of the light came into view, causing him to grind to a halt, both physically and mentally.

Before him, at the edge of the cliff where he normally set up to watch the stars, was a great fiery bird. As he stared he saw her head turn, one blazing golden eye focusing on him, and then she began to shift and change, shrinking into a human-like form. And she was... breathtakingly beautiful. Taller than any human woman he'd seen before, her skin looked like it was made from burnished copper, and her hair glowed red-hot like embers. All previous thoughts were gone. The stars in the sky, for just a moment, didn't matter as much as the one standing before him. Carefully Desmond approached, clearing his throat to get the woman's attention. Eyes like twin suns gazed down at him, one brow raised in a silent question as the mortal man drew closer.

"The stars must be hiding in shame, for their beauty pales in comparison to yours." He said, with telescope and star charts still held under an arm.

He could see that she was surprised, could see it in the way her her expression shifted, subtly at first before a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"You're very kind." She replied, turning to face him fully.

The garb she wore seemed to shift and change as she moved, flickering between various shades of orange like a flame.

"Would you... like to join me?" Desmond asked, raising the woven basket he still held. "I have enough to share."

Whether she was genuinely interested or simply humoring him Desmond would never know, and frankly, he didn't care. The next few hours were spent sat upon the grass, sharing sandwiches and tea as he pointed out different constellations and shared his knowledge. She listened intently the whole time, always with that faint smile upon her lips.

When dawn's light began to creep over the horizon they both stood.

"I must go now." The woman said, turning to walk toward the cliff again before Desmond stopped her.

He held her hand carefully, as though even the slightest pressure would cause it to crack.

"Before you leave-" He started, sounding for the first time uncertain. "I never got your name. Mine is Desmond."

"My name is-"

Suddenly the memory seemed to flicker and change, as though someone else was working against the magic of the unknown figure that had caused this. Images rapidly flashed across Hope's mind, each more garbled and broken than the last; the firebird and her human guise, Desmond sharing in her laughter, a̷̓͠n̢̤̈́ ͇̯̮̮̘̽͑̕͟e̦̼͈̳̹̪͐̌̈g̶̵̡̻̰̿́̄͜ģ͍̪̖̼͉͗̅̔-

And suddenly... everything was dark once more.

[vishapsking]

If one threw a rock at you, could you identify it?

random asks / anonymous. always accepting !

Golden eyes glisten with excitement at the inquiry. Anything about rocks or minerals excited the Geo dragon. A wide grin stretches across their face, accompanied by an enthusiastic nod. "If it's rocks you need help with, I can most certainly lend a hand!"

[ryusxnka-moved]

what did the ghost say to the beehive??

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[miikpal]

Idk if it was intentional but regardless the fact that your art of Falin encased within ribs is nuts with how it also resembles teeth biting down around her. I need to lie down

the general thing i was going for was entrapment by a part of yourself/something protective ! i guess the maw imagery was kind of inevitable in that regard, im happy to hear at least a part of my intentions came through :] throws a blanket over ya

[ioronta]

anonymous : Do you have any birthdays assigned for your hsr muses?

h e l l o, i'm gonna have to be really lame and unfun and say no,,

from a lore perspective it just doesn't really work out because different calendars and we don't really know about months etc etc but it's also not really something i see much benefit in, if that makes sense ? if i picked them it would clearly be for writing partners to send in stuff pertaining to their birthdays, like presents, well-wishes and whatnot, but in my experience people don't really do all that much of that

if there's a popular demand for it, though, i can probably make an arbitrary choice to give people something to work with !