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Shoutout to @shiroi---kumo !! His OCs and lore have given Misterica a lot of life and history. His designs are so thoughtful and gorgeous. Special shoutout to his designs of Tiamat and Bahamut. Absolutely stunning. Rainbow OCs usually don't always look the best to me personally, but he's somehow made them absolutely BEAUTIFUL. He's a pro. He's GOT to be a pro to pull that off. Y'all please go show him some love. He's small but deserves so much hype.

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Shoutout to @shiroi---kumo 's OCs! They're criminally underrated. I highly encourage taking a look over there and dropping an ask for any one of them. You'll get an answer that goes in-depth and in detail

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[ @shiroi---kumo || the earl ]

"I've heard you have been wandering around this world asking for me. Asking for an audience with The Earl, well that is who I am stranger. What business do you have in Wonderland?" A boy asks with short pink hair and cold blue eyes. He sets in within the grand hall of a stone castle, perked in his floating golden throne.

"Don't waste my time. You've perked my interest so what do you want? You don't feel like the rest of the beings here."

Wonderland was a wonder, indeed—a beautiful amalgamation of fragmented realities, parallel worlds that were once beyond the sight of even one such as Astor. His ties to Calamity Ganon remained, but his loyalty was wandering, glancing to the creator of such a fantastical feat of chaos.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised to learn that it was the personification of chaos itself that was responsible.

He'd heard, of course, descriptions of The Earl. Strange for Chaos to choose the form of a young boy to inhabit the walking realm. Stranger still for it to bother with a human form at all, but Gods tended to have their own reasons for peculiarities.

Questions and curiosity only grew, and thus, Astor sought out the living embodiment of Chaos for his own eyes. It didn't take long. A few questions here and there, and an invitation was extended. The malice in his orb swirled in an unusual bout of activity; it seemed that Astor and The Earl were not the only one whose interest was piqued.

The Seer met the God in Human Flesh with golden eyes of intrigue, and offered a graceful bow.

"You observe correctly, My Lord. I am Astor, a Prophet from another realm, servant of the dark Lord Calamity Ganon—and soon, I hope, servant of your glorious chaos. I implore you allow me the honor of aiding your efforts, however you may so choose."

#charm of a bastard (roleplay)#shiroi---kumo #splintered branch (verse)

childhood asks:

( @shiroi---kumo ) "When I was younger, just a boy - I didn't have many friends but I had them in what we refer to as soul binds in my culture. They would be what you would know them as - by ... I believe vassals is the word. They were bound to me by the mixing of our mists. They all came into my life when I was only five years old - well - except Revon. Revon was always there. Since I was an infant I was told.

Revon is my personal guard. He is what was called my Prime Bind. The knight assigned to my protection and while he can be quiet, I know he loves me fiercely. He's - more like my father than anything. He's practically raised me. The rest of my binds were ... my teachers - they would become my advisors when I took the throne. I loved them all dearly, and they loved me.

They are some of my very best friends that I have ever made. Even if their lives are pledged into my service I know it's only because they care so deeply for me. That is how a Life Oath works. Opettaja Sielu taught me music and Opettaja Kukka taught me the arts.

Opettaja Aamunkoitto is a strict man but do not let the frown fool you. He's the quickest to cry of them all. Opettaja Valo taught me history and language and loves to hear whatever tale I had to weave for him and Opettaja Palo - she was a doctor and a genius. She's responsible for my mask.

Opettaja Sydän was Opettaja Sielu's twin and she taught me how to dance. She had a rhythm like no other and she's also the one who taught me vesikävelyä. I believe that means water walking in your tongue. Ah - that reminds me. Opettaja is not a name - it means Teacher. I - cannot speak their full names aloud. Our names are sacred and they are not mine to give. But when I was a boy - these are the people that were dear to me. They still are.

They pulled me out of all kinds of shenanigans and encouraged me for others. Opettaja Sielu and Opettaja Valo used to cover for me when I would disappear from the palace to go explore the ruins and Opettaja Aamunkoitto would always have a meltdown at my disappearance.

Getting away from Revon to slip out of the castle unnoticed was a task but it could be done. Very carefully it could be done and that man would always be so upset with me when I came back home. Even if he did not express his anger in the same way Father would. I knew Revon was upset.

Opettaja Kukka would give me new perspectives and have many of his classes hanging upside down from the ceiling to see the world in a different way and perhaps change how we looked at our art while Opettaja Sielu and Sydän made my Path for me. Opettaja Sielu wrote the music for it and Opettaja Sydän helped me create the dance.

It was the first Setä Sinfonia told me he was proud of me."

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(@shiroi---kumo )

She's long since asleep (or so he thought) so it was now within the weary hours of the night that he rises to clean off the crystal length that rests at his back and then pull the cloak from within the bag he keeps at his hip.

He knows that he needs to go home to them soon. He can't stay out here forever but he hasn't figured out how to send Miss Zelda home yet. He doesn't know which pillar is hers or even which direction to start looking for the blasted thing is.

He doesn't know how to face them now that he's been gone for what feels like forever because he's sure they're all worried sick. He's sure Black Wind will come for him soon. Where one went the soon was to follow.

Never one without the other. Never the Moon without the Sun.

And he doesn't know how to wants to tackle this problem, when the behemoth of a man that was his Other decides to finally show his face. He doesn't even know if he wants the man near Miss Zelda.

So now he finds himself, setting with his cloak draped over his shoulders to hide the white that his Other has reminded him several times over glows in the night as he perches high in a tree to watch over their campsite.

To watch the skies and the ground alike.

She is long asleep by now so hopes she cannot hear the soft sounds that leave him as he begins to quietly speak.

"I know." He whispers to seemingly no one. "I know Lord Bahamut's kin will come. I know he'll find us. We can't evade him forever. I don't know what to do when he does come..."

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⭐️⭐️⭐️ kumo and clear!

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses = accepting. @shiroi---kumo

⭐️ - clear is rather fascinated with misterican language and would love to learn it from kumo! he would probably pick up on pronunciations somewhat quickly due to being able to adapt to things fast.

⭐️ - clear would try to learn how to make homemade chocolates and candies as surprise gifts for kumo. his attempts would be to varying degrees of success at first, but he would definitely do his best to learn.

⭐️ - honestly? clear simply enjoys talking with kumo. it could be about anything, light or deep topics; clear loves long conversations with kumo and enjoys the man's company.

#when will clear muse come back from the war....... i miss him and kumo!!#shiroi---kumo #clear.removed

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