#volfinas

[toestalucia]

" you need to hurry up and grow up well and healthy, captain. " her voice is saccharine sweet, the aroma of a summer with gentle breezes — her eyes anything but " my athena won't have a cute reaction if i crush you at your lowest. " // from enyo KSSNKSJS

"Haha..." ah-ah, what were they supposed to do with this one? Hollow, polite laugh carried by a slight annoyance, they didn't have any plans on dying, least of all for some threat to hurt a friend, and humoring banter revolving around the same thing didn't spike their interest either. Besides, she kept saying this. Like a greeting, like a curse, and while Gran had learned to accept it, they couldn't treat it nonchalantly. She was serious after all, wasn't she?

"Enyo", except their smile reaches their eyes, welcoming death on their doorstep without a seconds doubt. "We're decorating letters to give to people on Valentine's Day, would you like to join?" it'd be fine, she wouldn't be the only powerful person there in the case things did go wrong. Besides, if they were to keep getting to know each other, perhaps she'd one day give up on her violent ambition.

Or, so they could dream, at least.

[zorkaya-moved]

23 & 24 !

@volfinas

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23. another RPC you’re no longer part of

Hm, you're going to be surprised, but I was once a part of the Voltron RPC! I was a part of it both as a mermaid OC and as a personified yellow lion. Specifically, I was there at the very, very, very beginning of Voltron when it just came out and the rpc was getting together. At first, it was a very nice and cozy place, but then everything started to go downhill and I just decided to quit because there were some people who I hurt and who hurt me, and then tons of toxicity started to pile up with extreme prejudice and hunts on each portrayal as if there was the 'right' way to rp a character. I've made some really great friends there who no longer rp, but it was a weird time for sure. I was pretty fucking stupid there because I honestly regret 1 relationship I messed up because I got hurt and didn't discuss it better. Lesson learned, but I wish I could go back in time to fix that. Also to the time when Voltron fandom wasn't known as such a toxic environment. It was... a really nice beginning. So many people were super kind. I still remember 2 of my rp partners from back then, one of them was a Shiro rper and one of them was a Paige rper. They were the brightest stars, super kind and thoughtful. Hope they're doing alright today.

24. your first RPC

Soo... This is talking about the first RPC, so I guess first large rpc that I joined and not my first muse, so I guess it would be a Magi The Labyrinth of Magic RPC! I first started seriously rping with a theme and icons when I created by Queen Sheba blog. It was such a wonderful experience. Magi RPC was so funny and so exciting to join in. That's also where I've met one of the best people on this website - Felicia with whom we created such angsty and feelsy stories. She was the first rper I looked up so highly and who helped me understand the rpc, the writing, the plotting, everything. I loved Magi RPC back then, we were so unhinged and hilarious back then. Good memories, only good memories of that time.

[zorkaya-moved]

morael: *wants to strangle lucilius* @volfinas's lucilius says nothing: :) (how amusing) morael: you smile at me more than belial and I don't take that as a compliment, please stop. -_-

[infintasmal-archive]

@volfinas asked: 🌺 to paimon from hakuei! Compliment meme / Accepting

"Why, I love everything about her, of course. My beautiful Hakuei has stolen my heart completely. I've seen the other chosen candidates through her eyes and they pale in comparison to my King," she smiles, absolutely smug and beaming with pride. "From the moment she stepped into my dungeon, I knew she was the one. She may not have the raw power or endless magoi that these other kings have, but she has proven her strength regardless. She knows her limitations but finds other avenues through which to achieve her goals. She is equal parts princess, solider and scholar and has learned to play all roles with honor and determination. She reaches out her hand to all people and offers them a home at her side. I have no interest in someone who would lord my power over others, who treats me as just another weapon in their arsenal. Instead, my Hakuei bowed before me and asked if I might fight with her, if she could borrow my powers to achieve her goals. Ah~ my heart races just at the memory of her, carrying her injured vassal into my treasure room, refusing to leave him behind when so many others would have called it a reasonable sacrifice. She dances with the winds of fate but never bows or breaks. In her heart, a storm builds, born of passionate ideals. If she wanted to destroy the world, I would let her. But I'm glad she wants to help it instead."

[infintasmal-archive]

@volfinas asked: EMPLOY :  for one muse to be hired as the other’s bodyguard, tutor, assistant, etc. // maybe the moment hakuei meets paimon? 👀 Scenarios prompt / Accepting

Paimon wishes she could leave the treasure room. The closest she gets is sending wind borne avatars to watch from above. Ah, but how she wants to see this challenger up close. She's beautiful and the energy that radiates from her swirls like a building storm. The winds at sea, sent to bring your sails home or send you dashing into the rocks. Paimon doesn't want to get her hopes up but her heart is swelling at the thought of choosing this one. Maybe she's just grown lonely in her solitude, longing for the first viable candidate. This challenger has a long way to go before she reaches the treasure room, if she reaches it at all, but Paimon so hopes to have finally found her match.

But every step the challenger takes brings her closer. She is methodical in her ascent, watching the wind patterns and waiting for the opportune time to cross the sharp cliff faces. The birds circle above, swooping with sharpened talons. And the young woman defends alongside her little blue companion. She holds her sword as an extension of herself and while she's not afraid to slay the beasts ahead, she doesn't seek out the fight. And when the rocks crumble beneath their feet and her friend is injured, she stoops to carry him forward.

The terrain of the dungeon changes, the harpies offer her wine and soft kisses, treasure beyond her wildest imaginations. And she declines every time. She's not cruel in her rejections but her answers are firm even under threats of further violence. Even when they promise to take her to the end should she only leave the boy behind. That's the first thing to get a true rise from her, to bring fire to her eyes. How noble. Paimon wants to see more of that, wants to watch her fight, watch her conquer, watch her rule.

She reaches the treasure room, her exhaustion slowing her steps but even the weight of her battles does not hamper her resolve. When Paimon billows before her, a sapphire storm bursting from the confines of a feathered fan. "Who will be king?" she bellows with the might of the gods. Paimon gazes upon her challenger, watches her bow her head in reverence before she stands straight backed and determined.

Every truth is bared before the djinn, her soul unfurling in misty details. A family lost, a country built from broken shards. Resolve as sharp as steel. When she finally stands before Paimon, it's like watching an eagle land among common finches.

"I will," she says. Paimon throws her head back and laughs, delighted.

"Wonderful! You gaze upon the djinn Paimon, Spirit of Mad Love and Chaos, created from the winds by Solomon himself. It is my power you've come to claim and my heart you must win. I have the power to carve even the earth itself with my storm. With me, we can dance as typhon that sends entire cities crashing to the ground, or perhaps a soft breeze that ruffles your hair like a lover would," she stretches her arms wide, eyes gleaming excitedly. The winds in the room shift from high to low, circling them. She rests her chin in her hand. "Tell me, O' King, what is it you seek from me? Surely, a beauty such as yourself already has the world her in palm. Did you come to dance with the passion of your heart, or the chaos of your soul?"

[lunarcry]

there are small wooden pieces scattered all around her on the floor, big parasol left by the corner. wamdus then lifts one of the pieces, colorful eyes inspecting it with curiosity "muge said he couldn't play with me because neha needed his help today. do you know how to play this? " // for phoebe from wammy! it's jenga btw JSSJISJSI

W-what should she do...? A wonderful opportunity is presented before her and she is happy. Being relied on and being able to mimic the kindness the captain and Ladiva showed her each and every day, to give back to the crew who accepted her despite the pain she had caused. It doesn't stop her heart from beating rapidly, though. She should feel calmer, after all Wamdus not only looks younger than her, but also lacks knowledge of skydweller games, a position Phoebe herself once had been in. By both standards she should be able to be something like...something like—!

…A b-big sister...maybe. (Even though Wamdus was the older one.)

"U-Um..." there was just a rather unfortunate problem with the situation.

Phoebe didn't know this one.

There was a faint memory of seeing some people with similar, small pieces, but at the time Phoebe and Morphe had been dragged off by Syr to play, and so there was no way for her to actually know. Yet... "I-I..." She really, really, really wanted to tell Ladiva and Morphe she had made a friend on her own today. Even if she didn't know the entire game, or even the name of it, or if it even was a game, she knew the start. Kind of. And perhaps, that'd do at the moment. "I think...you put them together to build a tower...like this..."

[zorkaya-moved]

@volfinas and i really sat down and went 'lucilius created lucifer to be the perfect version of himself, morael as the copy of himself (mirror) and belial as his rebellion (cue the serpent)' and I'll never be the same.

[zorkaya-moved]

@volfinas

never forget about how both know and understand social expectations but give two shits about it sksjsins if lucilius made lucifer to be 'a more perfect version of himself' then morael is the mirror and there is a lot to unpack there skdnskns 🫠🫠😭😭

I need to scream about this in a whole new post because there is SO MUCH we need to unpack there. and I love how you wrote that morael is a mirror to lucilius because it makes me go and become even more unhinged with how their expressions sometimes match, their eyes cold, their smiles sharp and cold, their approach logical and rational with lack of any sympathy/empathy, and it's just THERE IS SO MUCH. was it intentional? was it not? there are so many possibilities and so many things to note on, to unpack, to add, to discuss. bibi, I'm literally so insane about their messed up dynamic as a creator and creation... mirror creation. oh boi.