#andromedamuses

[penguinpositivity]

@onlyliberty / @blednite is so!! amazing!! Every muse Hera writes is beautifully written, and I honestly feel just!! So honored to write with her! She's been such an amazing friend OOC and in the rpc, and I'm so happy that I've gotten to know her

[dominatie]

@andromeda-muses

“Arikado? What are you doing out here...?” Soma asked, noticing him easily amongst the crowd of people. He crossed his arms a little and tilted his head to the side. “You never struck me as being interested in something like a fireworks festival.”

[dragxnsfire]

☆* rules ;  tag  9  people  you’d  like  to  get  to  know  better !

Tagged by: @andromeda-muses

Tagging ; @dyslexic-daedra @frxstbittcn @finsaraan @firsnotfurs @oriinthel @gezelligheiid @lionofmara @dalamusrex @dovzeymahhe

favorite color: Blue-- but specifically either cyan or navy

top 3 favorite ships: hnnnnnnng I don’t really ship I’l tell you when I find some XD

lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick. I was in marching band for seven years. What would you expect?

last song: Who Do You Love-- Marianas Trench 

last movie: INTO THE SPIDER VERSE 

currently reading: Nothing, but I’m open to suggestions if yall have them!

[chaoticourier]

                    “   𝙸𝚃’𝙻𝙻  𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿  𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 .   ”         he tells his companion , holding onto his arm   ---   covering the oozing gash . the courier is no  DOCTOR  ,  but he’s at least acting unconcerned about the whole thing .                            “    i been through worse , remember  ?  i get shot in the head twice , ‘m sure i’ll survive a tiny cut . so , uh ,  can we keep goin’ , please  ?  it’s gettin’ dark out .   ”

    @andromeda-muses​  | |   for arcade !  | |  call .

[chaoticourier]

                 “   𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺  𝚆𝙰𝚈  𝚃𝙾𝙾  𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽’  𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷  .  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃  ?   ”           the legion was done for . the courier made sure of that , but now  ?  now he was stuck with benny . almost had killed him , considering that was the reason he hunted the guy down in the first place . hell , that  HAD  been his entire damn mission . initially .                     how the hell  &  why did he get caught up in all of this  ?  sometimes he wonders . the answer  ?  POWER  .  the courier knows what his motivations are , sure , but he often questioned those motivations .

                      “   shut the fuck up , lemme think .   ”   he finally says , sighing . though his tone isn’t as morose as it could get . benny could be charming when he wanted to be , the courier supposed ,   &   he admired that at the very least . smooth - talking his way out of all these bad fucking situations , even with the courier . but he also viewed benny as nothing but a  COWARD .                         “   just ‘cause i ain’t killed you  YET  don’t mean we’re all buddy - buddy now .   ”

     @andromeda-muses​   | |  for benny !  | |  call .

[extraordinarygrrls]

for andromeda-muses: Gelebor

“Hello? Gelebor, sir?”

There was no more Harkon, no more dark prophecies, even Sybhela’s time with the Dawnguard was coming to an end, though she stuck around to help Dexion and assist Sorine in her studies of the Dwemer. But one thing had stuck in her mind ever since it entered. One elf, all alone in Darkfall Cave, in a beautiful, yet surely lonely field of creatures she’d never seen in her life.

Gelebor, the last snow elf. He had this aura of sadness around him, one all too familiar with the Breton, it only came from years of isolation, perhaps many more than her. She couldn’t’ stand to see such a brilliant paladin waste away in the Forgotten Vale. She promised herself she’d visit him, and that’s what she came to do.

She held a basket in her arms, holding it tight to her chest as lanky legs made it down through the Chantry. “I know it’s awfully short notice, but I didn’t exactly know how I’d send a letter to... I suppose it doesn’t matter.” She stopped in front of the ancient elf and smiled. “Hello, Knight-Paladin Gelebor. I hope you don’t mind, but I got some things for you, I figured that you don’t work with much here, living off the land. I got you some things from the outside world. Umm... Let’s see here...” She rummaged through the basket.

“I got some Sweet Rolls, home made, I’m not the best cook but it’s a simple enough recipe... Ah, Oh! I have some books as well, Urag gro-Shub considered it a fair trade with all the help you’ve given us translating those ancient texts, I’ve also copied some of my work for you to read at your leisure... What else? Right! I pressed some flowers for you, it’s a lovely process, I can teach you if you like. Just some mountain flowers and... Oh, I also brought along some potions, if you so needed them, I brought some more food and, are you sleeping okay? I can get something to help that next time...”

It may seem exuberant to some, a care package for one clearly able to survive on his own. Doting perhaps, but she did it to show she cared.

@andromeda-muses

[dvineblood]

          ‘    &   you ?    what  will  you  do ?  ‘    castlevania  has  finally  been  swallowed  whole  by  the  sunrise .    this  does  not  mean  the  newly  un-possessed  hunter  is  happy .    richter  is  exhausted  from  a  year  of  being  controlled  by  a  being  who  had  little  care  for  the  physical  health  of  a  human  body .    

           richter  is  embarrassed  for  having  to  have  been  rescued  by  the  alucard  of  legend ,    for  proving  himself  to  be  the  weakest  link  in  a  divine  bloodline .   richter  wants  nothing  more  than  sleep    &    an  actual  meal ,    but  feels  he  has  an  obligation  to  take  care  of  alucard  first .   

       ‘   if  anything  my  own  incompetence  has  proven  it  could  be  best  if  you  remain  awake .  ‘

@andromeda-muses​ / clicked

[mojavcmoved]

“Nostalgias a trap.” - Deacon!

* LATE NIGHTS // accepting!

Deacon had caught her by surprise, curled up in a ruined arm chair and staring at the stump where her left forearm used to be. She’d been idly tracing the scars around the site surrounding the rather large connecting hub jutting out, and staring at the detatched prosthetic as it lay limp on the table. It was rare for the usually hidden arm to be disconnected in the first place, however the heavy weight it bore often bought back memories of New Vegas - and not particularly welcomed ones. 

Sheila jolts as he speaks up, before offering a weary half smile. e “ It is a b-bit... Not necessarily a good trap, either. ”