baklava - does your muse believe in true love? soulmates?
love headcanons!
a question in two parts! if we're talking about true love, maria believes in it without hesitation, without doubt. true love as a concept is, to her, not explicitly romantic, but simply love that is true; love that is sincere. it can take a lot of different forms because there are a lot of different people in the world, and a lot of different ways those people love. what suits one person may not suit another, but it doesn't have to fit the common mold to be real. her love for her friends, her family -- all of that is true.
but! she's also aware of true love as a term, which ties (similarly but separately, in her mind) more into the idea of soulmates. the intention behind the term is usually 'the person someone was meant to be with' or 'the person or thing someone loves or yearns for above all others'.
and she believes in the latter! of course she believes you can hold something as dearest to you in all the world (though that doesn't have to be the only definition). for example, she thinks that julian's true love is miss lena, and that michalis' true love is macedon. but soulmates? someone you were meant to be with from the inception of your existence? she isn't as sure about that. she believes people can be drawn to each other, but i think she also sees love as something much more active than that, even if it's not always a choice.
(she does still like the stories about them, though!)
6. Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?
sunday funday hcs | still accepting!
[also asked by @arcaeda and my husband @lionscion]
Okay so Lene has zero practical use for stealing her partner's clothes. She has her own wardrobe, and between the dancer outfits and her personally-selected clothes and dresses, she has plenty to work with for herself.
But wouldn't it be funny though-
When Lene gets in the occasional mischief mood, she is likely to take some of her partner's stray shirts or other garments when they are sleeping or maybe after spending a night together while they're not looking. If it's small enough for her, Lene may even wear it and show it off to her partner for good fun. But more often than not (since I doubt most of her partners' clothes would even fit), she hides them temporarily, either in the house or whichever lodging they're in...or on her person.
The only way you're getting that suit back is if you give the dancer girl some attention.
Oh, also, socks. Lene actually steals socks without intent of giving them back. Not to wear for herself, of course. But she only does it if you complain about her lack of wearing shoes.
Bonus quickie for Lene's headcanon'd partner >:3:
So the same still applies where Lene steals Ares' shirt or suits every now and then. Though she would stop or keep her hands off the important things when asked. But at the same time, Lene would steal some of Ares' darker clothes...and replace them with her own suggestions. That being lighter colors, similar to the pinks and purples she prefers.
Does she think the fakes will work on him? Hell no. But if he somehow does end up walking around with the lighter palette, it would be hilarious. And make her happy.
♡ this kid is going to be so annoying about love god bless america
Ok but consider a kid who goes hard in the opposite direction and fucking *hates* love and everything romantic. This is a kid who grew up with two mushy gushy moms that ruined it for her. Her name is Julene. Idk if that's a real name but idk I kinda like it. I'm vibing with it. I'm really tired this is going to be rambly I'm sorry to everyone involved.
Also I really enjoyed god bless america.
Ok but anyway. Julene has the potential for big Deirdre hair but she keeps it tamed in a single French braid down the center. It's blue though. If you have a kid with Deirdre they keep your hair and eye color unless it's twins and this is not twins. She hates the feeling of it everywhere. Keep it out of her eyes!
She takes after Deirdre's magic talent but definitely prefers taking an offensive role in a fight. She is using light magic tomes.
But yeah by the time she is a teen/adult she is soooo over love akdjskdh. Too many fairy tales, too many stories about true love overcoming everything. Kadey asked me the other day why the good guys always have to win why can't the bad guys win sometimes and I feel like Julene would whip that question out. She is sick of the happily ever afters and wants some excitement. Very just ug groan about the whole thing. Hates Valentine's day. Probably not a Christmas fan either tbph. You know the type.
It scandalizes Deirdre because like how could anyone feel such a way but this is her daughter so she accepts her even if she doesn't understand her.
She's very low key, low energy, introvert. Perfectly happy to sit in her room for days with an interesting book without speaking to another human. But she does love her moms and always makes time for them.
Yo this kid is gonna be so amazing at lances. And he inherits two prfs damn what a guy. He starts out as a pegasus guy but promotes to wyverns. Altena is like wtf about this but Caeda convinces her to trust the process and it works. He loves flying. They all love flying together.
Brown hair brown eyes genes are so very stong so he does inherit the Quan genes. Maybe his face is a little softer and more like Caeda's but you see him and you're like ah Njorun. Straight and thick hair. And he's tall like over 6'.
Uhh what else. Matching family red turtlenecks. This is probably Caeda's doing. They have like an 80s JC Penny's portrait of them all wearing them together. The son's armor is a Thracian big shoulder pads style but it's white like Caeda's. Hey Erica that's just what Leif looks like. Shhh I don't care.
He's very charismatic, thankfully learning his people pleasing skills from Caeda. Altena is very glad he does not take after her like this. He's able to really help the North and South Thracians vibe and chill together because he's so good at convincing people to listen to him and go along with what he says.
WHAT WOULD OUR MUSES' CHILD BE LIKE?・accepting! ( cw for canon character / muse death or murder )
THEY WILL KNOW HIM AS THE WINGS OF GRIEF.
"oh? him? no, he isn't from the village. at least, not what I've been told. neither is he human, by his horns, but oh he's just a darling young man! criminally handsome, i say! when we met, he kissed the back of my hand and offered to walk me home. uh, though, he did mention it was because I looked too incompetent to guide myself... oh, don't worry, he isn't rude all the time. in fact, I'd say he's most peaceful when tending to the pegasi we have. I've only seen him smile around animals actually... he even offers to take up the guardpost nearby to ensure their safety." ━━━ VILLAGE STABLE MAID, about ???
IN-GAME PROFILE,
CLASS: Fell Child
VERSION: specializes in LANCES, emphasizing MAGIC growth and high SPEED, granting him, too, better physical stats than most of his alternate siblings; the ability to transform and utilize BREATH weapons is easy to unlock, too
DESCRIPTION.
the last son of Lord Sombron, Zephia's biological offspring though mothered, too, by her partner, Caeda. many confuse him for a dashing knight; a role he happily takes to heart, as it blankets the weight of being a Fell Child and the burden he carries. though charming, his sharp tongue and sly wit tend to lessen the volume of his sociability; unfortunate, since he is a loving friend once a bond is recognized by him and another. this flaw comes with a cost, as he turns to others to bear the weight of his problems on behalf of being unable to carry the expectation of his bloodline alone. it is the easiest to find him in the stables of a nearby village, brushing the wings of a pegasus or curling against it as it lays to rest. usually, that is where his mothers would find him, asleep in the stall of a pleased pegasus.
APPEARANCE,
as a child of Sombron, his strongest genes would be those of his biological father's. bone-white hair that is kept straight, reaching his mid-back, though he curls the frayed ends every morning as part of his beauty routine. of a lighter tone than Zephia, he matches her in eye color, however, only one of his irises bears the right tint. his left iris is blue with an opposing pink highlight, while his right iris is only blue. ever since he was a young kid, he liked to joke that his bare blue eye was his lucky sight, as it was the same color as Caeda's eyes. to Zephia's strangely happy realization, her son was also born with crescent horns, though his are smaller and a life-changing event of grief snapped both of his horns at the tips.
apparel is a factor of appearance he used both of his mothers as inspiration. as though he were a pegasus knight, the placement of his armor and low-cut skirt are worn similarly to Caeda's own attire. buckles and bands accessorize his thighs, over the bare skin until it reaches his knee and lower leg, which are clothed with padded socks. though, instead of boots, he sticks to low heels, with twin golden charms hung over his ankles. the cuts of his sleeves and the flowy fabric borrowed come from the image of Zephia. he would wear a cropped top if it wasn't exposing such a vulnerable body part.
the virtue of an angel atop a pegasus mirrors that of his image, because of the color scheme and the modesty in which he holds himself. beautifully charming, he is not above using his appearance to get his way. whether it be getting into the stables at night or coaxing a human into trusting him, deception has become a second skin to the light in which he appears to be.
PERSONALITY,
if one was to be poetic, then he is the wolf beneath sheepskin; the monster in a knight's armor. there is no doubt that he has the ability to be better than what his mother has made him, but the question is whether or not he chooses to. as a child, he was a curious little thing, babbling questions as Caeda fed him in her lap or laying his head on the page of Zephia's tome as she read. such curiosity has led him to expect a lot from the world, for it to please and amuse him for as long as he lives.
there is one thing that limits his inherited hunger for power; the memory of Caeda. as he grew from infant to toddler, from kid to pre-teen, she stayed at his side, teaching him the delicate strings of life and the differences between right and wrong. if hurting others was wrong, then the urges he felt were wrong, too. and he kept to that lesson, biting back his instincts and forming them into harmless, blunt words. if he could not be nice, then he should not speak. but, if Zephia said to, the world would not be nice to him all the time. so, when should he appease the hunger in his chest? at every offense of the world, or only to those who asked for it?
his mothers were opposites and, first, he bent to the gentle voice of Caeda's parenting. he idolized her for her courage and strength, her ability to love and be loved. she, in a way, was everything he hoped to be. but centuries bled into centuries and the strict fist of Zephia's parenting would take effect easily in the confusion of his morals. he would take his kindness and wield it until it grew jagged and benefited him in the long run. mother was right, always, and he owed all he was to her for continuing to have faith in him despite his constant failure to understand.
now, as a young adult, his charm and tongue have sharpened naturally; everywhere he walks is a curiosity he commits to memory. to have lost someone has made him appreciate the little things in life, often comparing them to his mothers' taste. he treats everyone he meets as a potential pawn, as a default, useful only in what they can give him. this does not mean they will earn his immediate annoyance; a good person helps others recognize themselves, even if done with a heartless hand. for his heart is shrouded, far beyond encasing in light. only near those he bonded with will ever understand the constant solemn manner in which he condemns himself to.
HOUSEHOLD DYNAMIC,
even before he was born, Zephia and Caeda were at odds with one another. though they would care for each other, well into the Mage Dragon's pregnancy, there was a gap between external and internal love. to Zephia, she was at the top of the hierarchy within the household, but to Caeda, there was no ranking. and, as such, an animosity was unfurled with the birth of their son. when Zephia would handle him, Caeda had reason to worry, as her murmurs of the Fell Church and the burden of heritage began to grow a paranoia within his mind.
the wedge became known, fully, when their son was a kid, hardly in his teenage years. it was obvious that, beneath Caeda's gentle hand, he would never grasp a mastery over recognizing and controlling the hunger blossoming in his chest; only a dragon could teach a dragon how to bear his teeth. and Zephia wished to do just that, promising to deal a heavy hand against their son to show him the dangers of not controlling the weapon he could be.
as noble as her motherly heart, Caeda, dearest Caeda, rose to stop her lover's teaching. and that, in the common area of their home, was where Zephia's patience thinned and Caeda's life was torn from her body. when Mage Dragon left to find her kin, Fell Dragon found the limp body of his mother; his idol. the sorrow was immediate, mixing horribly with the confusion of losing another. this grief would only be recognized a century later, as a teenager, when their son helped a village girl mourn the death of her mother. but then, as a child, clutching onto the stained fabric of his mother's dress, he had only the time to hear Caeda's raspy final wish before an aching pain struck his heart. the day he transformed for the first time was the day he lost both his mother and home forever.
and, without his only familial support, he had to brave Zephia's obligation alone. he kept Caeda in memory for centuries, adopting many of her mannerisms into his speech and always carrying a handful of her ashes in the steel of his necklace, forged in secret by the blacksmith whom he owed. but, in his mother's words, Caeda had to die. it was inevitable. best it be at the hands of her wife and not another, right? right? because there could be no other reason for Zephia to strike her down that he could think of.
they loved each other. they loved him. he loved them. but where had it gone wrong?
QUOTES,
??? about CAEDA, present:
"... i missed her." instinctively, his hand rises to touch the necklace resting against his collarbone, as if to protect the ashes trapped within its steel. "my mother was the strongest person i knew. she... it's been years but, i can never give her my proper thanks for all she's done. watering the flowers near her burial is the least i can do."
??? about ZEPHIA, present:
"she is my mother, just as i am her son. by blood and oath." the words flow evenly, as though this is rehearsed. "i owe her my life, for birthing me and every year afterward. she and... she and my second mother were teaching me the importance of my choice and staying at her side is mine."
ZEPHIA about ???, present:
"my sweet boy," next comes a delighted hum, as though she holds the utmost pride in him, "he has grown well over the years. already he has nearly mastered his draconic form. even after... hmph. i simply hope to pull him from his late-night visits to the stables of the village down the mountain path. he sleeps there as though it is his den."
ZEPHIA about CAEDA, present:
"it was my mistake to fall in love with her." a long pause; her gaze falters and her hands tremble against each other. when she speaks again, it is quieter, as biting as it is regretful, "we are better off without her. she was not suited for the life of a fell child's parent... time would have killed her even if i had not."
CAEDA about ???, past:
"he may be a fell child but i will never let him feel as if that is all he can ever amount to—all he will ever be." she holds a single hand close to her heart. "as long as i draw breath, i will never let him think otherwise."
CAEDA about ZEPHIA, past:
"there is love in her heart, i know it." a warm smile, despite circumstances. despite the efforts she must go to in order to protect her child from grief. "it need only be drawn out."
CAEDA to ???, before death:
"when it's... when it's hard to be a good person, just remember that i l—love you."
two parents like caeda and ephraim, it's a wonder how this child ended up the way she did.
meet asherah (goes by ashe for short), the spoilt to the core daughter of ephraim and caeda. genetically very blessed, but unfortunately, her personality is what others might consider 'horrible'.
ashe was likely born after the reconstruction of magvel, simply so that her parents would have more time to care for her. she has never faced war, and likely has never even picked up a weapon, but that was alright with her parents. they had worked hard so that their child could live a carefree life.
though others might describe her as obnoxious and haughty, her parents would not be able to reconcile that with their daughter. with her parents, she can be rather clingy or needy, but she has always respected and loved them. this is a wholesome family, and she is grateful that she was born into it.
in an attempt to give her a happy life, her parents might have coddled her a bit too much. she is royalty to the extreme, and is not afraid to let others know. she doesn't have too much experience with the outside world, or even people outside her direct family. while she comes off very over the top and full of herself, she's only emulating what she feels a princess should act like. because her parents have never seen her act like this, they have never been able to correct that perception.
she is particularly close to her mother, caeda, who gives her an infinite amount of attention and care. together they share all kinds of secrets that ephraim would never be able to unravel. he's simply happy to see the two people he loves enjoying what he worked hard to protect.
though she doesn't understand her father's duties, or why he's such a hard worker, she is proud of him. flaunting him around like a fancy dress or piece of jewelry. though it embarrasses him, ephraim would suffer anything for his beloved daughter. when ashe is feeling down, or is seeking someone to take action, she knows her father will always be there for her.
aunt eirika feels like an all knowing genius to her, almost like a goddess placed on earth. when she gets to see her, they go on all kids of adventures in town together. ashe particularly loves the stories she holds about her father, which always make her laugh out loud. she sometimes wonders though... what happened to her father before she was born to make him as he is now. even aunt eirika, who seemed to share every detail, would be quiet about it.
her family is nearly perfect, and she doesn't forget it, which is why she insists of paying respects to her lost grandfather. her father doesn't speak of him often, but she knows that her grandpa was someone very important to ephraim. she'll get the courage one day to ask about him...
ashe particularly loves her vacations to talys, where she gets to enjoy the water. her mother lights up, too, which is always a plus in her book. getting to see the only grandfather she has left is nice too.
all in all, she's a girl who values family above all, and enjoys each day to the fullest. she hasn't made any friends yet, but she's content with her life as is.
cannoli - how does your muse express love? how do they act when in love that differs from how they act around others normally?
also asked by @arcaeda.
// chad is and has always been a massive gifts and acts of service kind of guy. he goes out of his way to do nice things, make the other persons life easier or more bearable, all while not letting slip a single peep of what he's doing. he's content, if not outright comfortable not being recognised or acknowledged doing this for someone, usually, thinking of it as a given to do for someone you cherish.
// when romantic feelings get thrown into that mix? Good Lird. the usual modus operandi doesnt get pitched out immediately, but... they start craving acknowledgment in return and its fuckinnggggg MORTIFYIINGGGG. they want to linger, they want to be selfish! they want to look and be looked at and smiled at and held (????!!) and its so deeply antithetical to how they usually work that its both HUGELY embarrassing and absolutely disgusting. i can surely word this better...
// being in love just feels like an ongoing violent chemical reaction to everything they are and all the effort they put into carrying themself clashing with impulses that just completely chuck all of that shit out the window. its horrifying. its apocalyptic. its addicting. it's a losing battle in trying to resist being selfish, resist being open and soft and weak and observed and safe and wanting so bad it hurts. they turn into a mess precisely because of the scale of the contradiction, the foreignness of the feeling, the weirdly? catholic??? response of the enormity of his desire being horrifying to him. all this effort to be a good person, and they can't maintain it around the person they should be good to most??!?! Not Acceptable.
// tldr. he gets super fuckin weird about it. lingers a bit too long. tries to help in person more. wants to share as a first option instead of just give. explode even worse when they're shown affection. but they want and want and want. they're a grieving child that never let themself accept love without ransom. they're starved for love and are trying so hard not to show it and its noones fault but their own.
I was defined as a 'friend' after an exploration researching the true nature of a certain game. It's an unusual term for me. I classify people based who I can and cannot trust, and I find value in those who can provide insight to matters I'm researching. Who is and isn't a friend, meanwhile, have different requirements. Complex ones that I've yet to grasp in full, and struggle to understand when others make that important decision.
I don't understand what about it wants me to return the favor. Maybe it's the way she handled the game, or our combined research towards one particular area of study. I want to understand it, though.
Perhaps research in the games this world offers is in order. From there, I could research this further...
