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@voidfragments
VOIDFRAGMENTS
a multimuse ft. muses from animanga, gacha games, webnovels, and more. studying: obsession; self-destruction; selfish devotion; identity and lack thereof. be warned: current primary muse has strong themes of corporate abuse, mental health struggles, and suicide. crossover & oc-friendly, inbox always open!
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CREDIBILITY IN THE NAME &. CUSTOMER SATISFACTION IS THE GAME.
an indie, private &. selective multimuse written by eggy, feat. aalto from wuthering waves. graphics by @/floragfx
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝟎𝟎𝟏. ㅤ musesㅤ 𝟎𝟎𝟐. ㅤ rules
NICEY BIRTHDAY
guda's emo boys
ok i am too tired to continue writing i think so. to do list for later me:
1x ritsuka reply
1x cracked!nice starter
nice orv verse description
i am still sitting on the 1 cxs reply i have with plans to get to it later, the other 3 asks that were sitting in my inbox i deleted bc they were there for over 2 months and i just was not feeling it sorry
@voidfragments
the proper young cultivator in question most certainly does not startle at the sudden unexpected voice of a calamity by his ear, no sir, he is as composed as ever! nevertheless, he takes a steadying breath before turning to face her, placid smile plastered across his face. "why, yes, actually. are you volunteering?"
⌜ 风. ⌟ ▌ ── "DO YOU TALK to all your friends that way? You're not going to keep many around if you threaten to kill them all the time," she scolds with an exaggerated huff, shifting from a windswept apparition into the appearance of a nondescript wanderer. Within seconds, her pace matches his as though the two have been walking together the whole time.
"Well then, let's get to work! What's your selection criteria? And you can't say I am again." Her smile stretches, pearly whites and wound-pink gums flashing in the sunlight filtering through the treetops. "You need more experience under your belt before you even think of getting cute with me like that. What's the highest ranking ghost you've dealt with, anyway?"
well, he doesn't really have friends. he has friend, singular, who he does not talk to that way, at least not seriously, though she doesn't need to know that. and now he has a calamity making a hobby out of pestering him, apparently. the thought i'm dead if this gets out is racing through his head on a loop, but... she's right, he doesn't exactly have the power to fight her off. accepting his situation gracefully will, at least, look better than taking on someone way out of his wheelhouse and getting his ass kicked. better to avoid what he knows he can't handle.
of course, she had to go ahead and say it out loud, though. and even ask about his track record! so rude. "wrath," he responds curtly, and he's not lying... but it was one, at the very bottom end of what is considered a wrath, with significant backup, and he got rather lucky. he follows that up with, "...i'm setting my sights a bit lower for now, though. something more likely to be causing problems to people directly. i don't suppose you know who the local nuisances are?"
who do i have to kill to get a l.ang q.ianqiu tho
@voidfragments ( nice ) // cont.
HE HAD NEVER BEEN OBLIVIOUS TO THE STAR-STRUCK LOOK IN NICE'S EYES from the very start of the hero's journey; such admiration had started well before then. perfection & many other younger, fledgling heroes all had the greats that they looked up to. having a reason to step up as a hero was more than just a grab for fame, having a reason to perform, & having a hero that one looked up to for guidance were sure markers of success. smile had not simply given out the answers or trade secrets, that would be too easy to preach one thing & expect an exact copy. he expected those he was guiding to stumble, trip over their own cape.
❝ i can see it in your shoulders, you're not relaxed. ❞ he encroached on the other's space, standing taller, prouder but never overexerting himself. hands pressed down on shoulders, gently pressing finger tips, an ask for him to drop them slightly, ease whatever tension he held. ❝ the average person may not know, but those looking for sincerity might see through your facade. you don't want to give the impression that your persona is all a fake, you have to believe in yourself too. ❞
the older hero didn't doubt that nice had embodied perfection but at what point did that become habit over really resonating with himself as nice ? that was not for smile to answer, only ever beaming back with a friendly look about his face, eager to aid.
it's all well and good to say such things, but for nice to actually internalize them? even coming from the mouth of his idol, it's difficult to accept ideas like "believing in yourself". of course, on some level he knows where his skills lie–he knows that he's a skilled performer, that people consider him beautiful and charismatic and everything good–but it always feels like a lie to him. he's never good enough, not really. he's just managed to fool people into thinking that he is–even, apparently, smile, who seems to see some potential in the younger hero that surely doesn't exist, despite recognizing the facade for what it is.
breath catches in his throat as smile comes closer, some mixture of instinctive unease at his personal space being invaded and fluster from his long-standing admiration for the person doing so, but he maintains the calm expression he's worked so hard to perfect. even when hands land on his shoulders, a touch that simultaneously makes him want to pull away in disgust and sear this moment into his memory forever. it's only after a moment of that pressure that he finally relaxes–tension seeping from not just his shoulders, but his whole body, once he relents to it. he glances away, then, murmuring, "i didn't realize i was that stiff."
looking back up at smile, nice can't help but wonder just how he does it–how he manages to be so effortlessly himself. surely he never spent long hours in front of the mirror, practicing how he would present himself to the world until it became second nature, like nice has. that kind of confidence... could it ever be attainable for him?
me in my about page: yeah my replies are usually like 2-3 paragraphs me writing nice: the yapperrrrrrr
SO EVEN HE CANNOT FACE HIM DIRECTLY. confrontation had been his goal from the beginning, only ever able to catch nice between work, odd moments in time that felt too brief, snatched right out of his hands. the flick of perfection's hair, the flow of a beautiful cape. wreck wanted nothing more than to reach out a hand & rip it clean off, grab him by the collar & demand that they speak like friends not ... whatever the hell treeman has been telling him, something far off script.
is it so difficult to understand that he just wants him ? it's not about being idols together, not about being heroes together, not about being a pair : one hero & one villain. everything else minus all of that. whatever would bring them together. that's what he wanted most, what he wanted to return to.
he squeezes nice's hand, has to stop himself from wanting to hurt him. inflicting pain would be the only real way to see if his friend still feels see if there's anything left rather than listless remorse.
❝ maybe, ❞ he repeats, bitterness biting his syllables. ❝ treeman barely looks my way anymore. i'm ... not busy so, if you can move things around or maybe persuade them to give me some of your work, i could ... ❞
could what ? his face is not the same as the flawless visage that has graced his prescence. taking over advertisements & commercials would only be suitable if he had not already been painted as a villain, cast aside & only made worse with the deepening of a faux relationship. they're practically inseperable those two, stealing what he had with nice before. even volunteering some of his time to take over an adspot would not work when it was created for lovers not a love-hate relationship of the paragon's foil.
❝ sorry. i just ... i want to catch up. i want to hang out. the kinds of things that don't take too much time in a day. why can't we ? ❞
sometimes, nice wishes wreck would act on the resentment that's built up between them. hurt him (he deserves it). leave (it'd be better for wreck, in the long run). anything but the way his voice betrays his true feelings while he tries to pretend everything's okay.
but nice is selfish, and a coward. to lose his best friend–his safe space–the only one who knows the real him–would make what's left of him fall apart completely. maybe, without that attachment weighing him down anymore, he'd finally be good enough–or maybe he'd throw himself fully into the role of "nice", until the person he used to be vanishes completely. or maybe he'd just give up. there's no way to know, and the not knowing is terrifying, so this is better. pain he knows is better.
better still would be if he could actually do something about this, of course. if he could actually make things right. how they used to be, or how the two once dreamed that things could be. but if it were that easy, they wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.
"...last time i brought up the idea of overhauling your image..." he sighs, shaking his head. "it's not happening. so there's not really any way you could take on some of my work." a hero's jobs cannot be assigned to a villain, after all. except for the ones undertaken in secret, the ones the public never sees–really, wreck is more suited to such work than him anyways–but that's not happening, either. it's dangerous work in more ways than one and nice will not put his friend in that position.
"i can try to get you scheduled more often, though?" a more hopeful look, though it's undercut by an askew glance. "surely the fans have to be getting a bit tired of the romance angle being played all the time by now..."
...wreck does have a point, though. grand gestures are one thing, but the minutiae of day-to-day friendship is another beast entirely, one he's been avoiding more and more lately. "sorry, sorry. you're right. i've just been... anxious, i guess." like he always is, with ever-increasing scope and intensity. he gives another sigh, resigning himself to actually admitting something for once. still, his voice lowers in some mix of shame and fear as he continues, "i want to answer you, i really do. sometimes i'll even write out a whole paragraph about my day and then right before i hit send–i start worrying about our texts being intercepted. about us being caught." and sometimes, in moments of weakness, he comes close to telling him everything. he can hardly trust himself to speak to his friend, these days, secrets and traumas bubbling just below the surface, ready to spew forth. he can let these small worries slip through the cracks, now and then. maybe it'll ease some of the pressure.
proper promo tomorrow, LIKE or REBLOG if you think e-soul is stinky ( and would like to interact ) .
before pride month ends who wants to gay kiss nicey /j
before pride month ends who wants to gay kiss nicey /j
@hvndian | short little cracked!nice starter for yc
there's only a few hours until the tournament begins–finally, after so much delay. the top ten heroes are awaiting their time at center stage; some training, others resting for the moment, each sequestered in their own preparation area.
suddenly, unexpectedly, there is a knock at a certain hero's door. without awaiting a response, a commission officer opens the door and steps inside, bringing... someone with him.
"e-soul," the officer begins, "i apologize, but there's been a change in the rankings. i know this is a rather sudden change, but you may have to give up your spot in the tournament."
the person who stands, still as a marble statue, behind him then speaks up. it doesn't sound right–a voice that was once smooth and charismatic is now flat and quiet, coming from a face without expression. "...sorry to do this to you," says nice, perfect rank fifteen nice, nice who died months ago, nice who looks glued back together as if that can fix a person. his gaze is slightly downcast, despondent in a way he never allowed himself to be before. "but i have to be in the tournament."
i wanna do something with cracked!nice sometime... i haven't done anything w/ that verse yet but it does interest me. of all of nice's verses it's probably the one that leans hardest into the horror of his life & situation--the whole idea that even death could not save him from being used and exploited. and i guess i want to explore like.. how much of him is actually still in there? like he's definitely not fully himself anymore. the "inconvenient" parts of him, like his morals, are almost certainly being suppressed. but how much is left? is he missing memories? has he become little more than an empty shell full of fear and a desperate, feverish need to accomplish the tasks he's been assigned, to be useful and be praised and not be tossed aside? cracked!nice does not express much externally but i really want to explore his interiority.....
