"buried without ceremony"

canon multimuse

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A canon multimuse featuring female muses from a variety of series!

Rules are here and muse list is here :D 

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&. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  dialogue  prompts  that  are  a  mix  of  horror,  humor,  and  happy  hauntings!  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you say beetlejuice three times. and i’ll say candyman five times. then we get them to fight. ❜

❛ that’s your face? oh, i thought it was a mask. ❜

❛ if you ever get scared, you can hold my hand. ❜

❛ how late do you think the blood bank stays open? ❜

❛ what slasher do you think you could take? in a fight, i mean. ❜

❛ and the walls will ooze green slime?! wait, they always do that. ❜

❛ holy shit, you should have seen the look on your face! ❜

❛ these pumpkins may be tiny, but they give so much serotonin. ❜

❛ on halloween we dress as skeletons. but in reality, skeletons dress as us. ❜

❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜

❛ i think we’re being followed. ❜

❛ well, one of us is going to have to change. ❜

❛ don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark. ❜

❛ we’re not alone. ❜

❛ i see dead people. ❜

❛ i said, look behind you. ❜

❛ do you think ghosts ask if they believe in humans? ❜

❛ i heard the houses here give out huge candy bars. ❜

❛ it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die. ❜

❛ hey you need a… hand? ❜

❛ halloween is the perfect day to hide a body in plain sight. ❜

❛ it’s just a mask, don’t worry! ❜

❛ have you picked out a costume yet? ❜

❛ i can read your fortune. it says you’re a nerd. ❜

❛ get in loser, we’re going to spirit halloween. ❜

❛ did that ghost just spell ‘get out’ wrong? ❜

❛ if you can’t summon the flames directly from hell, store bought is fine. ❜

❛ if a zombie apocalypse started on halloween, it would take a while to realize. ❜

❛ you frightened me. do it again. ❜

❛ wanna see something scary? ❜

❛ i came here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat. ❜

❛ i don’t think we should be here. ❜

❛ maybe i’ll summon a demon so i can hang out with someone. ❜

❛ what i want to be for halloween is loved. ❜

❛ what’s your favorite scary movie? ❜

❛ i’ve seen enough horror movies to know where this is going. ❜

❛ some people have swimming pools, other people have private cemeteries. ❜

❛ they really need to add bloopers at the end of horror movies. ❜

❛ you alright? you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❜

❛ that’s fake blood, right? ❜

❛ i could have sworn we were just here. ❜

❛ do not say we should split up. ❜

❛ did the eyes in that painting just move? ❜

❛ i think it’s found us. ❜

❛ scared? i’m not scared. ❜

❛ you can’t help the dead. they’re beyond help. ❜

❛ whatever you do, don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i think i’m getting pretty good at this pumpkin carving business. ❜

❛ the scariest thing about halloween is that rent is due the next day. ❜

❛ …and they were never heard from again. ❜

❛ i know this isn’t your area of expertise, but is this guy dead? ❜

❛ why does that grave have your name on it? ❜

❛ i could really go for a hot chocolate right now. ❜

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GENERAL

NAME: Chie Maruyama (née Yukimura)

BIRTHDAY: November 30th, 1971

AGE: Physically 27, chronologically however old she should be based on the plot.

OCCUPATION: Journalist & reporter. Paranormal investigator.

VISAGE: Chie has a slightly wavy shoulder-length black bob with a fringe parted on either side of her face, the bulk of hair tucked behind her ears. She wears a suit with a skirt, small, spherical earrings with pumps, and a wedding band faithfully adorning her finger. She has large, bright eyes and full lips above a pointed chin. She is 5′7′.

PERSONALITY: Chie is a very compassionate person, as well as proactive and responsible. She pursues help for the injured members of her camera crew and expresses sympathy whenever someone encounters misfortune. She is also sharp-eyed, logical and rational. She either has a presumably high pain tolerance, or is headstrong enough to be undeterred by superficial wounds.

   HISTORY

The connection between Tomie!Chie and Uzumaki!Chie is completely of my own headcanon, there’s no bearing for it in either series’ canon.

TOMIE

Chie Yukimura discovers a box in her father’s study, full of the most beautiful hair she has ever seen. 

Over time, Chie notices the hair is growing longer. Her friend Miki plays around with the hair and attaches some of it to her own head and to Chie’s. However, they can’t remove the hair from themselves. Chie and Miki both begin seeing visions of a mysterious, bewitching woman. After Chie gives the box to Miki to hide so her father can’t find it, Miki discovers that by cutting the hair it will grow faster and multiply. The woman begins to appear to the girls more often and they learn her name through her sweet whisper of a voice:

Tomie.

When the girls return to school after the summer break, Miki has transplanted Tomie’s hair onto her own head, causing her to resemble the woman greatly. She has also begun to speak to Tomie, while Chie can’t.        

Chie stays home from school, obsessed with wanting to speak to Tomie. Miki comes over and tells her to transplant some of the hair onto her head - the more she has, the closer she’ll be to Tomie. Chie tries it and is delighted to find that she can now speak to Tomie. Miki also gives the hair to other classmates who are desperate to have beautiful hair like hers, successfully transplanting Tomie’s consciousness onto more victims in the process.

Chie’s mother leaves when her husband tells her Tomie is the real love of his life. Chie’s mother goes to get Chie but finds her with the hair growing all over her. Chie is taken to hospital where the doctors remove the hair but discover that it has implanted itself into her brain and is growing outwards.

Her fate is left unknown. Though unable to remove the final cranial strand, Chie’s obsession with Tomie ends once she finds out that Miki has been killed by the amount of hair growing inside her.         

Chie nowadays keeps quiet about this incident, so much so that only her parents know of it. Her visions of Tomie ceased within a year of Miki dying, however a familiar, mesmerizing woman still appears in her dreams from time to time, trying to break back out into the real world.

UZUMAKI

Newlywed Chie Maruyama travels to Kuruzo-cho in a media van with colleagues to report on the damages caused by hurricanes that hit the town, causing it to lose contact with the outside world. After the van is totaled, Chie meets Kirie Goshima, a resident of Kuruzo-cho. The two get caught up in a hurricane but are saved by Shuichi, Kirie’s boyfriend.

Later on Chie is shocked to discover that the spiral curse is slowly turning some people into snails. She accompanies Kirie along with Shuichi when the former decides to leave upon discovering her younger brother is turning into one. Despite the three’s attempts all they manage to do is walk in circles and end up back at Kuruzo-cho.

Chie follows Kirie and Shuichi back into Kurozu-cho, which has taken on the shape of a spiral thanks to the row houses. She keeps going with them until she becomes tired and can’t go as fast. Coiled people build part of the large row house around her, and she is trapped and is carried into Dragonfly Pond. She’s presumably killed under the weight of the coiled people.

Upon the completion of the spiral row house the coiled people began to fall into the Dragonfly Pond. Chie wasn’t assimilated into the writhing mass and as a result was able to hold on to the edge of the house until it had emptied out. Travelling through the house she eventually emerged on the other side of the tunnel through which she’d entered Kuruzo-cho.

The world she’d entered was confusing, since calling her husband and mother lead to dead numbers. She found out that the spiral curse had turned all of Kuruzo-cho into a time sinkhole: the outside world was many years ahead of her. Chie has been declared dead in absentia and her husband has annulled their marriage.

Her reappearance has caused a great stir. Though she wants to fully expose the spiral curse, her husband’s fearful reaction to her spilling the entire event has caused her to hold it back.

Chie is currently living with a friend and her own cat Hime, who found her way into Chie’s life by being just as lost as her. 

Her life now revolves around gathering evidence to support her experience, as well as helping anyone else effected by the supernatural in any way she can.

   ADDITIONAL

   FAMILY:

Susumu & Setsuko Yukimura ( parents, divorced ), Kazuya Maruyama ( husband, annulled marriage, estranged ), Miki ( childhood friend, deceased ), Tomie Kawakami ( childhood obsession ), Hime ( pet cat ).

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Looking at my hands right now like “whoa... I feel so powerful with all my muses...”

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- muses !

Muses with changes to them have their own pages (eg Sitri FE). Titles contain links to a sideblog where muse musings, images, songs, etc are posted for fun.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Agatha Christie

Aya

Margaret Mitchell

Kouyou

CLAYMORE

Riful

Roxanne of Love and Hate

FIRE EMBLEM

Mikoto (Fates)

Nyx (Fates)

Sitri (FE3H)

MISCELLANY

Ada Mesmer (IDV) - NOTE I am still getting my bearings with this fandom, I just loved her character so much I had to add her!

Chie Maruyama (Tomie, Uzumaki)

Elena (Piofiore)

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Hello everyone! 

I know it’s been a while :X

I’m turning this blog into a canon multimuse! I anticipate female characters will be used- Sitri is staying, of course! 

Thank you for sticking with me all these years! I hope we can write together. 

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does byleth exist in this au for sitri???

Ah, no! As it says in my guide/rules, Byleth wasn’t born in this AU. I’m happy to have crossovers where Sitri interacts with a Byleth or two! 

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Due to her status as someone close to Rhea and being a vessel, Sitri is privy to a few secrets associated with the Archbishop. 

For one, Sitri knows that Rhea, Seteth and Flayn are Seiros, Cichol and Cethleann respectively. Through conversations with Flayn she has a rough idea of what truly happened to spark Nemesis’ rise and fall (like Flayn’s B support with Ignatz). She isn’t aware of the full extent of Nabatean powers (turning into dragons) and origin, believing them to be descended from humans who were blessed by the Goddess. This isn’t something she has been directly told, more like a conclusion she has drawn for herself. 

To find out that Nabateans are directly descended from the Goddess- and therefore she herself, with Rhea being Sothis’ lastborn- would be a shock for Sitri. She would go through a process of acceptance, given the weight of such a reality, which would be followed by elation. 

This is, of course, in the event that Sitri doesn’t find out she wasn’t born of Rhea in the natural sense. 

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seir-of-nabatea​:

What?

Seir freezes briefly, Did she say?… 

She knew her mother was secretive, hell, she was told to keep her own heritage a secret, but why would she not tell her that she had a sibling? She carefully pulled her hood further over her head in an attempt to hide herself more. 

Though, Seir had no memory of growing up with anyone else, so that had to mean this woman was younger.

“Oh um,” for a moment she wanted to tell her that her mother was also Lady Rhea, but - would her mother be mad? - instead she settled for the story that her mother told her to tell those that were curious.

“I’m just… an orphan that Lady Rhea took in… I have no other place to call home. I like to help clean the monastery at night. I sweep, and wash the windows of the chapel, and classrooms whenever they need some extra care.”

“Oh my...” Sitri has always admired her mother’s open arms towards the needy and therefore was no stranger to them. After Remire Village they had poured in as needing as newborn babes, their hands outstretched but eyes gazing far beyond their reach. It goes without saying that they conjure sad frowns from Sitri’s otherwise neutral face. 

The woman hasn’t said she is from Remire, and it’s entirely likely she isn’t, but her plight is no less diminished, “I’m sorry to hear of your loss. Not once have I thought the classroom windows filthy, nor the floors,” She casts her gaze upward, feeling a warmth in her silent chest, “I’m sure your loved ones are watching you from the Goddess’ side, proud of the person who have risen to be in her service,”

Sitri returns her eyes to the other, only to find that her hood obscures her face even more. Maybe it hides a wound from the same event that took her family.

“...Since we are both in Lady Rhea’s care, that means we’re sisters, doesn’t it? Ah, I’m not much of a sister if you don’t even know my name. I am Sitri, though my students insist on calling me Professor.”

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This was so cute I had to share~

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seir-of-nabatea​:

Once inside Seir automatically wanders to the back of the greenhouse, where a few small flowers were growing.

‘I wonder if her mother also works for the church - seeing as how the lily is a popular flower around the church.’ She thought before grabbing a watering can, and watering her flowers.

“I like little flowers too,” she says after a moment, “I think If I had to pick, the lily of the valley is my favorite. It’s so tiny, and it looks like a bell…” she motions with her hand to her flowers, “I have some growing here,” she set the watering can aside and looked over to where the woman stood. “Does your mother also work for the monastery?” 

She shadows the woman, drawn to the mystery that a stranger brings. The quiet of the greenhouse is gently broken by the sound of water splashing inside the watering can and then by water raining down on the flowers. Somewhere outside a bird calls into the night. 

“Yes, as Archbishop my mother is a paragon of dedication to the Goddess,” Sitri answers, her hands coming to clasp in front of her, “Like the rest of the faith, Lady Rhea is my role model. Though perhaps it comes more naturally for me since we’re family!”

“And yourself? Where is your family? Are you a part of the church?”

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“ i think the poets might disagree. “

Sitri’s brow furrows in interest, albeit the confused type. The book in her hands reads Hymns of the Saints; prayers and psalms used for channeling and concentrating white magic. She had said that faith was the way to harnessing white magic in the hopes of assisting Lindhart in his studies. 

“Poets? What do you mean?”

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strikeled​:

FE3H Ask Meme

@verscharren​ “ if only people could be more like flowers ”

    “The thought does sound nice,” she replied. Yet, she knew of the realistic fact that this could never become a reality. “As unfortunate as it may be, there will always be flowers with thorns. Those thorns won’t come off no matter how hard you pull.” She lowered her gaze upon the words, crossing her arms over her chest. Pessimistic as it might be, for her it felt truthful. 

The green-eyed woman’s gaze shifts from the flower bed to the student at her side. She found Edelgard to be an assured but cold young woman, the combination coming together to create a personality she found herself feeling nervous around. “That’s true...”

Nevertheless, she thinks that those words do nothing but make those who hear them sad. She knows they do so for her, therefore Edelgard must be feeling the same. 

“But that’s why we have gloves, so we can nurture them without trying to pull them apart,” Sitri looks back down, eyes roaming until she finds a well-preened bush blooming with red, “Besides, people love them anyway, regardless of thorns.”

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seir-of-nabatea​:

“Oh, thank you,” she holds her hand out so the woman can drop the pick in her palm. When she turns her attention to the greenhouse door, Seir quickly shoves the tool into her pocket - in case the woman didn’t recognize it.

When the door opens, Seir takes one last look over her shoulder before following the woman inside. She can only assume that this lady is an employee for the monastery, but she could not recall there being a gardener assigned to the greenhouse at night - unless something was stolen - she hoped the woman didn’t suspect her if that was the case, because she had never taken anything from the building.

“Lillie’s are one of my favorite flowers,” She says quietly, still slightly wary.

Sitri breathed in once she was inside. The earthy scent helped to temper what could have otherwise been an overwhelming sweetness from some of the nocturnal blooms. 

“Oh?” She turns her attention to the other woman, “My favorites are valerians, especially the pink ones! Actually, I believe lilies are my mother’s favorite as well. She likes to decorate with them, at least!” 

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gemviribus​:

“Tomorrow is Saint Cethleann day.”

“And your birthday!” Sitri chirps up. “I’ll make sure to sing with extra sweetness during the hymns for you, Flayn,”

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mageflew​:

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    “Professor!” Constance called out, graceful steps leading her towards Sitri. “As a noble, I must perfect my strength. This includes my magic, of course. If you were to assist me, I can certainly repay the favor.” She had seen the professor’s magic use– It was a level in which Constance herself wished to achieve. Placing one hand on her hips, she used the other to dramatically gesture.

    “House Nuvelle requires your services. Ahaha, yes! I can offer you land, if that is what you seek. That shouldn’t pose a problem.” In any case, she would put forward her best effort.

Sitri’s attention is stolen from her book (the shadow library certainly stocks some... interesting literature) by the familiar voice. 

“Hello Constance,” She greets, however she feels that her student is far too caught up in her own world to hear her. 

Even though it’s one Sitri can’t relate to, Constance’s plight touches her heart. To not just be without a place to call your own, but to have that place taken from you... Sitri can’t imagine how she would feel if the monastery fell from beneath her feet. 

The green haired woman shakes her head as she stands, “Oh, you don’t need to offer me anything, Constance. You’re my student, it’s my job to help you!” There might be educators who would disagree with extracurricular assistance but Sitri is far from one of them. It’s always kind to help people when you can! 

“What is it you need?”

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seir-of-nabatea​:

The sudden voice startles Seir enough that the lockpick falls from her hand. The clang that sounds from the impact is quiet enough, but the silence of the night— nor her own sensitive hearing— does little to mask it, she mumbles a faint curse, and instinctly shirks into the shadows. 

However when her guest volunteers to unlock the greenhouse for her, she hesitantly steps back into the light. “Yes, I only wish to check on my garden,” she answers truthfully, “I hadn’t the time in the day to check on my flowers.”

The quiet chime is heard but Sitri’s attention is soon taken from it by her companion. Their body language worries her- are they hurt, afraid? If so, she should do her best to communicate that she means no harm so long as they respond in kind. 

Their shared interest in flowers makes it easier for her to do so. Her smile is less practiced or done for the other’s sake as a result; Sitri is truly happy to have come across someone like herself. “I see! I’m here for the same reason. We can check on them together,” 

She steps forward to unlock the door, reaching down to pick up the dropped item as she does. It’s not something the recognizes. “Here you go,” She offers it to the other and turns her attention to unlocking the door. 

“I heard from the gardener that some of the lilies have begun blooming at night. Maybe we’ll get to see them ourselves.”