MAJOR && MINOR

priv. multimuse roleplay blog

[ursidaem]

U R S I D A E M . the   constellations   of   ursa   major   and   ursa   minor  ,  the   great   and   little   bears  ,  are   named   for   their   supposed   resemblance   to   bears  ,  from   the   time   of   ptolemy   .

a multifandom multimuse blog featuring characters from the owl house , the grishaverse , && more . penned by virgil .

muses && meme tag && interest tracker

[sunny-arts-blog]

gODS IM GOING INSANE

I’m kind of art blocked BUT THEM,,,,

[ursidaem]

caleb ( @nightmarebound​ ) says: “did you do something different with your hair?”

D’AWW, HE NOTICED ! WILD WITCH GRINS, SLY AND CROOKED like a vixen with a field mouse between her jaws. “ A little something, “ Evelyn purrs, ruffling the feathery tufts with one clawed hand, ghosting over the tied back portion at the back of her skull. “ Do you like it ? I wasn’t sure if it looked good or not... “

[mothsshoes]

late night evelyn doodle, she’s writing to someone special ;)

[ursidaem]

nightmarebound​:

" I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE SEEN, "  HE MUTTERS, gripping the quill tightly. bristles bite and bend at his palm.  " you and caleb might have had a time and a half in that -- that place, but if you'll recall, i've had nothing but bad experiences, though i'm sure that was so easy to overlook with the thrill of... young love. forgive me if i'm not keen on the idea of my family being subjected to that kind of life. some of us deserve better. "

it's awful, this confliction. philip decides that he hates it. he never wants to doubt himself or his actions. he doesn't want to think that how he was raised was based on a lie. the boiling isles were as close to hell as he'd ever gotten. it had brought him nothing but pain and misery; when he had finally found them, torch in one hand and bloodied cloth in the other, he was bedraggled and bitten, burned and bruised, chewed up and spat back out. how could anyone possibly like it in a place like that?

but. . . he doesn't want to be cross with caleb, and he doesn't want caleb to be cross with him. he just wants to have a family. he just wants a family. why does it have to be so hard? why does life seem to constantly want to make him the butt of its jokes? why can't caleb just be happy with him?

the questions rise up, up, and up in philip's head, emotions swirling and mounting until it accumulates into the slam of a quill against a desk. ink smears across the parchment.

" you don't understand— " he scoffs. " do you even know what it's like? caleb's — all i have. all i've ever had. even when we had nothing, we had each other. nothing ever changed that -- until you. if i hadn't come back to remind him i still existed, you two would still be off together, wouldn't you? "

this was the closest evelyn had ever gotten to a glimpse inside his head. he doesn't know why he's opening up, doesn't know why he's even trying; witches will be witches, won't they? won't they?

LIPS PEELING BACK WITH A SNARL, BARING CANINES SHARPER THAN ANY WOMAN OUGHT TO HAVE--Evelyn bristles, then lies gentle. Philip lashes his quill across the parchment and wastes the ink, and the noise of the slam makes wild witch startle. She shakes it off like a dog ridding itself of unwelcome water, huffing a bit as Philip throws accusations at her.

“ I understand well enough, “ she snaps, and fingers curl around her staff as Jaybird flutters to her hand. “ And do you even realize how much he cares for you ? It’s all he can speak of when we’re together--he tells stories, brags about your intelligence. He thinks the world of you, and he wants to share the things in my world he finds wonderful with you. “

She lifts her chin, staring him down. “ But, “ she says, “ he also wants independence. And you two will never find that if you remain sewn at the hip. “

Voice softening, Evelyn reaches out a hand. “ I don’t want to take him away from you. I love him, Philip, and I want whatever makes him happy--I know he wants you in his life. I would love to share that life with you, if you would let me. You just... have to be open to trying it. “

An olive branch, a delicate bough extended over cliff’s edge. Gods, she’s trying, please--she wants this to work.

[rileyclaw]

oh that belos guy better RUUuUuN . happy halloween!

[ursidaem]

vee ( @wrensfeatheredpen ) says : “i need you.”

" I KNOW, BABY, I KNOW. " Mother wraps arms around her newfound daughter, holding Vee close in the dark of her midnight-laden room. Being awoken by a child's nightmares is nothing new for Camila Noceda, even if these nightmares are less monster-under-the-bed and more deep-seated trauma. She holds Vee in her arms, unphased by her strange and different physique--it doesn't change the fact that Vee is her child, now.

" I'm here, " she says, softly, " for as long as you need me. "

[chaotic-average-child]

Wittewife 🥺

[ursidaem]

philip ( @nightmarebound ) says: “there’s something wrong with me.”

OH, DEARHEART--WILD WITCH'S EXPRESSION TWISTS WITH SYMPATHY as she smooths hair back from sweat-slicked forehead. The curse hit him hard, she knows--and while part of her thinks he most certainly deserved it, for all the cruel and spiteful ways he's been behaving since her and Caleb's engagement, the rational part of her knows that nobody deserves a curse like this.

Not even Philip. Her healing magic is limited, but there are ways to soothe the pain and side-effects, of course. Curses run in the Clawthorne blood, after all, and Evelyn herself is well-acquainted with the side effects of some particularly nasty ones after a childhood spent working alongside her mother in the sickhouses.

" Just breathe, " she says, gentle as she draws a spell circle against his temple, " the pain will fade in a moment, I promise. "

[ursidaem]

grimhunts​:

She smiles, and Caleb finds himself lost in the way that her eyes light up. She had a way of stunning him that he couldn’t explain… believing that it might be a spell of some sort was easier than acknowledging the truth of the matter.

“I claim no such thing,” He pushes her back gently so that they’re at arms length, but the blush remains on his cheeks, and he’s still trying to hold back a smile. “What sort of gentleman would I be if I were to take advantage of a fair woman like yourself?”

SNICKERING SOFTLY, SHE TRIES NOT TO LET the gentle push disappoint her too much. It isn’t a rejection, after all--anything but, if she takes the way he’s blushing into consideration. Evelyn hums, softly, tipping her head forward and fixing Caleb with a playful stare.

“ Not a very good one, I’ll grant you that. “ She grins. “ But you’d be much more fun. “

Reaching up, she lets her arms drape around his shoulders, taking on a teasing tone. “ And I’m much cleverer than you. I think it’s quite clear I’d be the one taking advantage of you. “

[ursidaem]

nightmarebound​:

plotted starter! content warning for near-death experiences, mentions of attempted murder, and mentions of severe injury.

    EVERYTHING HURTS. EVERY STEP, EVERY BREATH, EVERY FRANTIC BEAT OF HIS FAILING HEART — oh, god, his heart. caleb staggers along with staff gripped white-knuckled in one hand, the other stained scarlet at his stomach. he moves as fast as his body can manage with the blood loss, every step earning another muffled noise of pain. he can barely see through the black spots clouding his vision, but his feet follow a path familiar. he needs to get home. he needs to get to evelyn.

    he didn't want to think about what had happened. he didn't want to think about how philip's face had fallen when caleb told him he'd be staying, how his lip curled in disgust when caleb confessed to wanting a family with her. most of all, he didn't want to think about how philip had left him there to die.

    luckily, he doesn't have to. his lagging ankle catches on the ground and he pitches forward, landing gracelessly on the ground with a pitched yelp and a low groan. flapjack has long since begun swooping around his head, cardinal now taking to the ground to chirp loud & urgent in his ear; up, get up, you don't have time, there's no time. it becomes a mantra caleb repeats as he forces himself up inch by inch, one muscle at a time.

  the forest is recognizable now, mind drifting back to autumn afternoons spent dancing amid falling leaves. evelyn. purpose renewed, caleb plants his staff and stumbles forth, down the path and around the corner. the clawthorne house sits picturesque in a hollow as it always has before, down the bottom of the hill. he creeps down the slope as tentatively as possible, nearly falling with just about every other step. evelyn was there, somewhere, inside — was she safe? did philip know where to look? did he even bother to come by?

    " if i ever see that witch, i'll send her to meet you. "

" eve, "  he shouts, voice cracking and raw as he limps up to the porch, trailing blood behind him all the while. tears swim in his eyes. he crumples to his knees at the top of the steps as flapjack takes to pecking furiously at the door and window, practically a blur for all his frantic panic. caleb's eyelids begin to droop.

EVELYN IS FINE-TUNED TO THE SOUND OF HER BELOVED’S VOICE. His jovial chatter about anything and everything that intrigues him; his bright and delighted laughter when she tells a particularly raunchy joke.

His sadness. His fear. She is all-too-familiar with those tones.

So when Caleb screams, Evelyn jolts to attention. Stumbling over her skirts and nearly tripping over the door frame, Clawthorne gathers her skirts in one hand and lunges for the door with the other, grimacing as she nearly twists an ankle. Flinging the door open, she expects--expects--

Not this.

Blood stains her doorstep and her lover’s palms. Evelyn lets out an anguished sound, dropping down to kneel beside him. “ Caleb ? Caleb, honey, keep your eyes open, I’m here, okay ? I’m here. “

Evelyn pulls him closer to her, searching for the source of the blood, fingers aglow with gold. “ Just hold on, dear-heart, I’ve got you. “

Thank the gods she’s studied healing. The worst of the wounds knit back together, gnarled scar tissue forming beneath Evelyn’s gentle touch. She’s frantic in her work, eyes alight with a near-feverish glow as she works her magic, both hands encircled by golden spell circles. “ You’re okay. You’ll be okay. Hey, talk to me, okay ? Tell me what happened. Don’t close your eyes, sweetheart. I’ve got you. “

[soni-dragon]

nothing much just thinking of eda with all the amazing devil songs

[rpmusings-galore]

                     you cannot pick all my petals

                    && then complain to the world  

                      that i am nothing but thorns 

[anhellmortem]

day 3 — sports/domestic 🌱

[ursidaem]

magicfleeted​:

Either the Golden Guard is dead or Kikimora got a highly undeserved and unexpected promotion.  Gael isn’t planning on sticking around long enough to find out.  It’s an odd order for Belos to suddenly seek them out.  Or maybe it’s Kikimora’s way of getting on his good side.  Or her trying to get revenge for the various venomous, dangerous and feral demons Gael accidentally brought to the red demon’s door.  “No.”  The Conformatorium is a kinder fate than returning to the Emperor’s coven, but they’d prefer neither.  They’ve gotten a bit spoiled on wild magic and freedom.  Except they’re old enough now to know most of their limits.  Unless they summon a very big distraction, they probably don’t have the magic to hold off a dragon, Kikimora and a handful of guards.  Hands glow a flickering gold anyway around staff.  “You can’t make me.”

“ I CAN, “ KIKIMORA SAYS, GRINNING, “ and I will. “

It happens so quickly, the burst of movement that leads so smoothly into a fight. Kikimora spins a spell circle, wide and arcing, slicing through the air with a deep purple magic. There is a deafening CRACK, and flames race across the earth to surround Gael in a ring of unbearable heat.

“ Make this easy on yourself, Gael. “ Kikimora tilts her head, lifting a hand to hold back the coven scouts. “ You are quite useful to the Emperor. He would much rather spare your life--and I am not in the habit of mincing words, believe me I would love to strike you down here and now--rid the world of another fledgling wild witch. “

Eyes narrowing, the coven official’s fingers glow with purple light. “ But orders are orders. Are you taking the easy way, or the hard way ? “

[anhellmortem]

two versions of lightning bc i can’t decide which looks better

[rpclefairy]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”