#lepuslanugo

[flowerofmizuho-blog-blog]

4, 9, and 10

4. A muse that you no longer play but miss?

Sheena’s ‘favorite’ Chosen, Zelos Wilder. Having to think up cheesy pick-up lines all the time made my day and that tragic backstory is my weakness. Always a rollercoaster when playing him, since it was like playing dual roles (who Zelos acted as and who he really was). 

9. Which muse is the easiest for you to write and why?

Answered here! 

10. Which muse is the hardest for you to write and why?

Answered here!

[strongblooded]

Tarantism, Ultracrepidarian, Vernalagnia

Tarantism: Describe their dancing style.

What makes you think he dances? Honestly with his skillset he could probably be a HELL of a breakdancer but as it is he only sits and swings/taps his feet.

Ultracrepidarian: What do they think they know more about than they actually do?

All people, of any species/other group he’s dealt with before. He’s canonically sexist and pretty much everything else possible-ist, but it’s lowkey: he just assumes something true of one person in a group is in a way true of the rest of them. Has something to do with being a great warrior from a feared warrior race, he expects everyone to naturally share traits. Unless someone does something to prove otherwise (which can be subtle, really), he’s prone to forming quick judgements and assuming they’re true of everyone. That said, he’s not offended by being wrong, especially if it’s the more interesting outcome. He can accept any new knowledge.

Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?

Not really, he’s spent so much time space-traveling where there are no seasons and it doesn’t really matter anymore. His overall mood and outlook are also very hard to change in general.

[eienniasobou]

Don't chase (me) the rabbit

Emi woke to a weight on her chest, her head throbbing. Her first instinct was to murmur Haruhi’s name, to which she got no response — the silence was a bit disturbing. It occurred to her that she couldn’t even hear the other child’s breathing—confusion swept over her, and she reached to move the weight off of her chest.

Upon touching cold skin, she froze. What…? Who—? No, she didn’t have to ask who; it was obvious. But she didn’t want to admit it to herself—her mind raced and she grew dizzy searching for some other answer… and then panic hit her, all of a sudden, and she pushed the body off of her, pressing herself back against the wall as she stared at the unmoving face of her younger friend.

“は… はるひ…？” she whispered in horror, hoping that she would get some kind of response—but silence only answered her. Trembling, she reached towards her friend’s body, running her fingers through the child’s blood-soaked hair. Why would the doctors do this, she wondered, although the answer was a no-brainer, to poor little Haru…

“死ねないよ、” she whispered, withdrawing her hand from Haruhi’s hair to hug the body close to her. Blood stained her chest, but Emi didn’t care—she was sobbing now, scared and angry and confused…

… and she’d stay like that until she grew too weary to cry anymore, and fell asleep clutching the cold, dead body of her best friend.

[eienniasobou]

♘

 ♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

It’d taken much longer than it should have to build, but the two had finally managed to build a somewhat functional blanket fort. The process had left Emi rather tired, as trying to build something with only one hand was rather tiring, and Cuddles had only been of a little help.

They both crawled into the fort, and the first thing Emi did was settle down right next to the boy (there really wasn’t much space in the fort, anyways) and lean her head against his shoulder, mumbling a “thanks” and then an “I’m sleepy” as she closed her eyes.