Send me “⊛” for a memory of a place they love. ( Violetta )
( send a symbol to look into my muse’s memories )
Bird song carried through open windows; chiffon curtains billowing against a tender breeze. Delicate stones of deep violet hang from spotless silver chains, their hue dancing across the ivory crib set in the center of the room. Tiny bells between each ring with a familiar melody. Far left wall is lined with stories, some ancient and others of recent at the time of his birth. Decorative toys free of dust, fabrics cleaned as though they were preparing for use.
Corners rise into the softest of expressions. Index pulling back the edge of the cover, and for just a moment she sees him again: a tiny infant, his cheeks pink with life and his chest rose and fell with every breath. Dark hair in slight disarray that it tempts her to reach out.
“… My sweet …”
Her pride and joy. The only good, the only blessing that has come from the life forced upon her. Even with inheriting some of his father’s traits, their son is absolute perfection. No — her son. Her child. Her heir. A treasure she is willing to protect, including from those around him. Every drop of blood willing to be shed if it meant he could open his eyes and smile at her with that innocent glow.
To think time has passed so quickly.
Curtain falls as she wandered across the walls; raven dipped nails trailing across the spines of each book before spotting his favorite. Or at least it had been when he begun to walk. Here, away from the palace, he remained safe. Lived as he deserved. Her arms allowed to embrace him, his scent filling her senses before she returned him to his nanny.
Soon, she promised him as she cradled him close to her chest. The book left opened on the side table, candlelight dimming on command so as to not disturb her son.
Hardcover falls open. Well worn spine laid out to the chapter Violetta turned to time and time again on his request.
“How ironic …”, she utters as another maid entered to pull closed the windows now that the rain clouds had begun to roll in. Lights are slow to come to life, but she needed not to clarify the words printed across the page.
“Pardon the interruption, your Majesty.”
“What is it?” Shoulders straighten as a mask fell over. The book forced shut with a single motion and returned to its place. Warm memories locked up, protected from those who would abuse and taint those few instances of her joy.
“The Council is gathering in the briefing room. Shall I inform the kitchen of delaying dinner?”
“No.” Quick and cold. Icy even as she turned away from the nursery to begin their return to the palace. “They will conduct their business within the allotted time.”
It may surprise some, but Sophie does have sexual experience but, in her young adult years, it is not terribly active. It is safe to assume that Sophie has been with femme-leaning/identifying and nonbinary identifying partners across many verses and never entirely with masc-leaning/identifying partners. Most of her experiences from her high school years were definitely femme classmates.
She isn't exactly having fun times every month now or every few weeks. Can she manage herself one-night stands? Yes. Has she been in them? Depends on the timeline/verse/development but she is capable and has done so. However, this isn't quite well known about her and she tends to keep her affairs hush hush, to say the least.
She may give advice to others if she thinks they're having similar experiences or are genuinely needing help. She isn't at all shy about having these types of conversations either. ( i.e., she's spoken to demons about sexual health and experiences. she is as cool as a cucumber.)
'Phie is very much a 'one and under lock' gal, meaning she makes herself emotionally and physically unavailable to anyone else if someone is mutually into her. It's a very weird set-up where she may not call her partner boyfriend/girlfriend, but is very much obvious they are committed to another (and in some situations, living together-). With her partner, oh boy, she is very sexually active.
She is honestly sexually repressed. There is an sexual appetite in her that can come out but she very much pushes it aside. Sophie undoubtedly has a complex about not wanting to be selfish and placing herself down routinely. It takes time for it to show more and more in a relationship and that's when she'll be a part of the 'very active' club.
“I don’t think father has any specific plans for today. He has already shown you plenty considering for the short time you’ve been here. You deserve a moment of rest, get familiar with the territory instead of all the rules and things you will have to live up to later. So, if you want, I can show you around town after breakfast. First we should consider taking a bath, after last night it seems necessary.” Raffia spoke as she got out of bed, approaching the man and threw her arms around him, head resting on his shoulder as she pressed her body against his back. “My regent, I hope you will start feeling at home soon.” She smiled gently before kissing his cheek.
i’ve said it before, and i’ll say it again: we love alison and leah in this household. truly, i love both of them so much, and for different reasons too. for alison, it’s her strength and her empathy. despite everything she’s been through, she really is still so soft-hearted, and those who i’ve plotted heavily with can tell you she’s come a very, very long way since her initial creation. leah is a newer muse compared to alison, but her personality makes her really fun to play, and she’s incredibly flexible as a muse, to boot. she’s just wildin’ but she’s not always; she can be the best babysitter too when it comes down to it, and augh i just love her so much ???? and it makes me so happy when yall tell me you do too bc i really hesitated in creating leah, so knowing she’s a character people genuinely enjoy really is so reassuring.
😂 -- What are some similarities between you and your muse?
i’ll choose aito for this question since he’s an older muse as well who i didn’t give much love too after i graduated high school. a lot of the inspiration for aito, in fact, came from my experience in high school since i studied a lot of science during my years then. between aito and i, we share a few things such as we’re both blind af with glasses, really enjoy little toys that serve no purpose except to be entertaining ( and a little stress relieving ), and we both have shitty sleep schedules, though aito’s is certainly more exaggerated and uncontrolled than mine. i wish i could say aito and i share the same passion for science, but alas, i changed gears after high school, so no engineering for me! and we can forget about coding --
🤔 -- What are some differences between you and your muse?
leah and i also share a lot of similarities, so i think it’d be interesting to talk about our differences. for starters, leah dresses far more fashionably than me lmaooo her wardrobe tag is something i wish i could achieve tbh, but i’m more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of person. leah also is a lot bolder than i am when it comes to socializing with people; i’m incredibly quiet usually, and while leah does have her shy tendencies, in threads, she’s very much a social butterfly, a chatterbox. and of course, the big big difference is that i don’t have the same jobs she does in her canon LOLOL
Send me a FC and I’ll make a muse for it! || Always Accepting
Name: Zeline
Birthday/Age: unknown / unknown
Species: Traundrath goddess
Hair/Eyes/Height: dark brown / forest green / 5′4
Occupation: n/a
Gender: female
Orientation: demisexual / demiromantic
Bio: Zeline is the Traundrath goddess of all things wild. All things nature. From the earth to plants and animals, rivers and deserts, she rules over so many living things and she loves each one with every fiber of her being. While this planet is so different than their home planet, it has its own beauty, the moment she first came to earth she found herself fascinated by all living things and it took her years to learn all that the earth had to offer. She’s watched over the centuries as life grew and changed, became something completely new and each time she found herself more and more amazed by it.
The earth is brimming with potential, she couldn’t resist at times letting her own curiosity get the better of her. She’s experimented with different species (such as the chameleonic race), both animals and plants alike and is responsible for most newly discovered organisms throughout the centuries. Though most don’t realize that they were created by her.
It’s no surprise that this goddess enjoys being out in nature, spends nearly most of her time out and far from civilization. She doesn’t like the big bustle of cities and prefers the quiet and peaceful sounds that only nature can truly provide. Her short brown hair is usually left down with braids placed here and there, eyes as green as the rich trees in a forest and skin a soft but light shade of brown. She only wears clothes she made herself from what the earth provided and lives strictly off the land.
She can communicate with all living things, never takes anything without giving something back in return. She’s a calm and gentle goddess, wants nothing more than to live peacefully and to help the earth thrive. It saddens her to see what humans have done to most of the planet and she fears that they are heading down the same path that their own home took but she is unable to do anything to stop them. Her abilities are only meant to help and heal, so in a way, she’s particularly vulnerable to anyone who wishes her harm.
" God ... Dammit." Vale sighs, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he approached. He didn't /want/ to do this. No - it was a damn dare, and he was /dreading/ her reaction. Nobody liked pick up lines. Hell, he was probably going to be slapped. "Hey, uh ... " He clears his throat before continuing. "Did it hurt, yknow - when you fell from uh, heaven?"
round eyes widened a tad upon seeing the other approach, and for a moment, there’s clear confusion on her face. he seemed uneasy, and it made her wonder if something was wrong. it wasn’t until she heard the line of words that had come from his mouth did she put the pieces together, and her expression immediately brightened as laughter fell from painted lips. “i’m not sure about heaven!” no, probably not heaven. “that was sweet, though. thanks for making me smile.”
( sms ) ( sawa ) i was flattered, but honestly... i'm interested in someone else. so i turned her down.
( sms : knox ) oh...
( sms : knox ) hmm.
( sms : knox ) how did she take it?
( sms : knox ) and who... who are you interested in? are we close enough for you to tell me?
