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WRITING (worldbuilding, roleplay, etc.) & ART BLOG for an ORIGINAL CHARACTER / original lore. by Linnea. ( 28 , she/her, EST )
WORD DOC. rules, basic bio, etc. CARRD. more information, verses, galleries, etc. TWITTER. my art twitter.
“nure-onna” kwaidan 03 handmade collage + painting
my parents hung up art i did of Dawa with art we got at art shows & festivals 🥺
more random sentence starters.
“that version of me is gone.”
“this changes nothing.”
“i was counting on it.”
“watch me.”
“it wasn’t like this before.”
“i can’t pretend anymore.”
“it’s a promise.”
“say it again.”
“don’t do this.”
“you’re late.”
“this is your last chance.”
“i made my choice long ago.”
“it was over the moment you left.”
“i had to see it for myself.”
“i’ve made worse mistakes than this.”
“you changed.”
“tell me the truth.”
“you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“you owe me.”
“you followed the wrong path.”
“this isn’t over.”
“i warned you.”
“you’re hiding something.”
“you’ll regret this.”
“they recognized the weapon before they recognized the person holding it.”
“is this a threat?”
“some things can’t be fixed.”
“help me understand.”
“it ends however you decide.”
“you don’t understand.”
“you can’t stop this.”
“you came back.”
“it doesn’t have to end like this.”
“you’re making a mistake.”
“we never make it out clean.”
“maybe it was the only one.”
“you remember me, don’t you?”
“you lied to me.”
“you’re shaking.”
“silence would have been kinder.”
“you shouldn’t have followed me.”
“i trusted you.”
“say my name.”
“i’m not afraid.”
“you knew, didn’t you?”
“is this goodbye?”
“things change.”
“you don’t have to be alone.”
“i mean it this time.”
“that was your first mistake.”
“you’re not who i remember.”
“we don’t have much time.”
“was any of it real?”
“that’s not what you said before.”
“listen to me.”
“and yet, here we are.”
“put it down before this gets worse.”
“look at me.”
“i regret a lot of things.”
“you’re bleeding.”
“i didn’t think you’d survive.”
“don’t say my name like that.”
“you knew i’d come.”
“maybe you never knew me.”
“why are you here?”
“you wouldn’t like it.”
“people like us don’t get happy endings.”
“you followed me into ruin.”
“before everything fell apart.”
“there’s always a choice.”
“we could still fix this.”
“you’ve said that before.”
“i never meant for this to happen.”
“you promised.”
“what did you do?”
“before you chose a side.”
“don’t turn your back on me.”
“before you betrayed me.”
“you shouldn’t have.”
“i’m trying to help you.”
“you’ve always known the truth.”
“say something worth hearing.”
“i’m not backing down.”
“help me, or get out of my way.”
“don’t be foolish.”
“you should have run when you had the chance.”
“i owe you nothing.”
“i had no choice.”
“i walked away when it mattered most.”
“i crossed a line i can’t uncross.”
“i remember you too clearly.”
“you still care?”
“i won’t say it again.”
sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?
― Most endless nights and endless days harbor regrets in the endless expanse of their empty mind. All that could have been, should have been, what could have been done better, what could have made it easier, smoother, gentler to the myriad of souls that now swirl about their vessel - like person. ( Hardly a person, their own autobiographical memories have been lost to the tides, to the cracking mountain ranges, scattered like glass in protest and burning of effigies against who they were, who they were supposed to be )
SELF
is what they sacrificed the most of.
{ Not only for the Myriad that renders their body, mind, soul, everything and more in twain; peeled back grotesquely, their personality shifting to one all-knowing and coldly cruel for it. But also in order to do the best for the people of the Motherland they have bowed their head when they should have stayed strong in their ideas and principles. Attempting to make happy with all factions despite the impossibility of the task. Dawa was not alone in these efforts, as most of the other deities had rallied for their sake, but they are not infallible either. Delusions of savior, grandeur and even detractors would get under their skin, using the waning Dawa as a perfect commune for the Myriad itself. }
Dawa has done nothing their entire life but make sacrifices for others. They champion kindness in a way that has degraded their sense of self. Literally siphoning the mostly - human deity out and filling it up with a god that has no feeling for them or the people it has devoured up for the purpose of recycle and rebirth. Despite this being a process that has occurred for millennia and millennia, they have been unable to fully embrace, or fully let go. They hang on stubbornly to their slivers of memory, storing them in flora, the sky above, the waters that lap at their feet when they make way to the shores.
Where there should only be a husk of an entity left where Dawa stands, there is a shambling yet positive creature instead. In this, their solitary act of defiance for the hundreds of years they had answered only to others as both the highest echelon of being and the lowest on the totem-pole of Godhood, they wish only to be closest to mortal again.
( * BARE BONES.
a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.
skull. what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?
cheekbone. what makes them smile ?
mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?
teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?
hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?
clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?
scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?
sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?
ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?
humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?
radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?
ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?
carpals. what small habits do they have ?
metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?
phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?
spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?
pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?
sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?
coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?
femur. what drives them forward ?
patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?
tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?
fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?
tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?
metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?
💀 — [ that sounded like something to be concerned about! that avalanche(?) outside, but the other didn't seem to share the same sentiment. Cesare's attention draws back to his host for reassurance, but finds too much of it, as it seems they've been sedately staring at him the entire time. ( Oo - kay ... )
greyed lips draw back into an uncomfortable grimace that attempts to be a smile. avoiding their eyes once more, his attention luckily shifts to the yak just as it knocks over the table, saving him from another jump - scare. the explanation is at least endearing, he can appreciate setting up a table for your resident bovine to knock over for enrichment! ]
“ Oh, hah, that's pretty funny. -- ” [ he manages, but the cacaphony of tinkling noises alerts him that the other has scurried off. noticing the trail of tresses left in their wake, and the menacing yak in the room with him, he considers following along ... but decides to stay put. really, he's not sure what to do with himself. should he pick some of this stuff up?
he catches most of what they say, head tilting like a dog perks its ear up when struggling to hear from the distance. it's good to know this has happened before; that he's not trapped, only misplaced …
this being seems trustworthy enough; odd but simply excited to have company. he can empathize with the loneliness. it's not often that someone looks forward to Cesare's company. ]
“ Word on the street is that's the best thing to make tea out of! ” [ he awkwardly chimes as he returns to his feet, bringing the table back up on its own legs. the undead only dabbles in food and drink nowadays, but a social sip or two wouldn't hurt ... ]
“ I'd -- That sounds nice! I'd like to hang out with you fellas for a bit, sure. -- My name is Cesare, by the way. ”
The cracking of their homeworld off in the far distance a constant reminder of both their crumbling mind; and lost memories of a place they never truly got to experience as themself. And such they found a lot of solace in welcoming a strange little man into their abode. Jinpa was even sensing how elated their companion was, the [evil and intimidating] yak backing off from the hassling of Cesare which would have surely ended in the peculiar undead's pockets to be ran and any bizarre food-stuffs to be confiscated. But you get to live another day slinging rancid meats and terrible meals.
Meanwhile, Dawa had returned with the tea cups and various cutlery that… need not be here for tea and the like but was collected anyways. There were three cups, all of which were different in style and shape. Some chipped while there was one that remained rather pristine condition. But none of them belonged to a single one set, and that went for the accompanying plates and the tea kettle itself. There was sugar clumps and honey provided as well, along with whole lemons that could be sliced apart if needed. Cesare's joke did tickle them. Gosh! They hadn't heard someone else's jokes in so long. This guy must've been a real charmer back wherever he was from~ Dawa giggles at the tea comment.
What else goes with tea? This is what Dawa was halfway thinking about as they attempted to but together this tray. But with the flusterment and agitation done in the other room as they flitted about their kitchen-esque area they came bounding back in happily, setting down the tray on an antique chest of drawers as they started to collect the various objects that had been knocked over by their yak.
"It's amazing to meet you Cesare!~ Please, please, have a seat!" They chime sing-song and practically giddy. The deity starts allotting the tea cups and saucers, placing the large tea pot itself between the three of them (Jinpa is standing in the third spot.) They give Cesare the fine China as it were, the nicely preserved cup that didn't seem to have as much worn time, not so fuzzy around the edges, not as forgotten and discarded. Along with the tea instruments are the other instruments. Forks and knives and spoons of all kinds clatter onto the table as well, met with a blank expression by Dawa. How come? These aren't for tea, right?
Dawa sweeps the knives and forks at least back into the tray and sets it to the side.
"You're such a delight already!~ OH— are you comfortable? Do you need a blanket or anything? It get's a tad cold here, especially at this time of day?" They look outside one of the wholly open windows with no glass, only vaguely fluttering heavy curtains drawn open to let fresh air into an already drafty temple. This time of day meaning, next to nothing as the weather outside was both day and night and some other unknown time frames uncertain by a jarring orange and green sky at this… hour? Time seems to move at a pace uncertain as well. Dawa blinks owlishly out the window for another beat, expression falling again, then their thick brows knit together as they pop out of their sheets again. "Blankets!" They rush over to another chest, jingling as they do. "Ah- Cesare… OH, I'M DAWA! Did I- Did I not introduce myself yet?" @lowplacez
To think Dawa doesn't even know what a hamburger is.
WAIT HOLY SHIT I STILL HAVE @monkhood I CAN MAKE THE MONK BASED MULTI-MUSE OF MY DREAMS
BLOG MASTERLIST POST of the ones I feel like reviving at least. All of these can be requested at any point! Like if you mention you want me on any of these blogs your wish is my command bro.
@lightgiving , canons multi-muse
@ravencollege , Twisted Wonderland multi-muse
@lovesless , Anri Sonohara (Durarara!!)
@unmachine , Eve (Nier:Automata)
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@exorsism , Kusuriuri (Mononoke 2007)
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🌞 Plotting to 🔜 Starter call!
meaning that I'd like to start with some light plotting to get ideas going for our characters first/I run potential ideas by you first then I can write the starter for us after that! 🫡
I hadn't drawn Dawa in a very long time, but I've been doodling them a lot more as of late! I missed them so much 💖
🌞NEW!! DAWA PORTRAYAL AND LORE NOTES;
that I want to add to their biography and such eventually but for now I will put here so I don't lose these thoughts.
I often depict Dawa nowadays with various stars encircling their horns and head. These stars are the physical manifestations of their own memories and 'shards of self' so to speak. In order for them to become a vessel for the whole Motherland, they've had to pour themselves out to make room for the masses of memories, emotions, experiences etc of every soul who was living in the Motherland. So Dawa carries this memories on the outside, often losing them during their travels and eventually storing them in objects for safe keepings. This has made Dawa a bit of a packrat in their advanced age.
Dawa is extremely sleepy and extremely forgetful, their sense of time and direction degrading as well. It's partly due to them still being physically manifest in the decaying husk of their homeworld as it is strained and stretched by time-space itself, breaking apart and reforming, but Dawa's psyche is hazy and they live a fuzzy sort of life at the fringes of their own perception and sense of self. They are basically living halfway in a memory living still in the Motherland, reliving times that they can remember and sitting in the meditative quiet and crumbling of the mountains around them.
Because much of their own memories prior to being the Curator of Worlds End has been lost in the world they now squat in, they are pretty stubborn about leaving it and would prefer to see it through to the end like they're supposed to.
I will continue adding to this as my thoughts come back to me lmao
I've had the craziest 2026 so far
@wargod liked for an interaction.
there's moments where there's this sense of the in-between, the amorphous feeling that atieno carries that becomes very obvious. very overt in the company of others who have a certain sensibility about them.
especially while they are traveling, atieno has a way of carrying this presence with them, making it easy for them to be drawn to specific places and locations.
it's at one of these out of the way spots, a place brimming with beauty and views of the mountains stretching out before them. they seem to be at a crossroads practically when they encounter another.
"there's something about places like that invoke a certain.. feeling, don't they? so many beings passing through now and then, one never knows who, what you might find and on what occasion."
"I feel the same! The feeling never quite left either, even though I've been squatting here for ages now." Years and years and years. Hundreds even. Not yet thousands, but it could be. Dawa hopes not for that however. They hope that the Myriad that is slowly seeping into the earth, seeping into them, would get a move on with this whole rebirth of world thing. It's getting pretty lonely and grating on the nerves and paitence for one little deity.
Still though, Dawa feels quite relieved in having company from time to time. Oh so thankful that the film that seperates here from everywhere had become so thin and gossamer, allowing for crossover. The godling sighs dreamily, blearily as a hand holds a rouge branch from the forest mountain floor, using it to rear up and poke various fruits off the trees. A few fall down and three other arms pick them up, offering them to their guest. They don't know what these fruits are, or even if they're edible. Not that it will stop Dawa from trying.
"Have you been to many places? When I'm awake I think about it quite a bit, going somewhere else. But it's a bit scary isn't it? I don't even know if I can leave, or am I allowed to? Ha, well, I am supposed to be a god soon...ish so.... surely I can do whatever I want?" A moment of yammering in an attempt to hype themself up. But the half-hearted pep-talk is cut short with a harrumph and a big bite out of one of the mystery fruit. Then a very sour looking face as they try to chew it.
💀 — [ on the off - chance this isn't a carcinogen - induced hallucination, Cesare hopes this isn't Heaven. not that it isn't an ideal place to take a sabbatical, especially compared to the drab coldness of the underground and the muted tones of minimalist capitalism ( he recently wondered if he were starting to see dog colors. ) it would just be a huge bummer to have spent so much grind - time toward a second chance at life.
he would be like a spider scrambling up the walls looking for a way out, if not for the company. not only does this deity emanate a sense of comfort, they are very easy on the eyes. the undead bows his head timidly; a rare, respectful gesture that would appall anyone who knows him.
brows furrow as he tries to grapple with their explanation, losing his grip as they ramble on. he quietly repeats “ sphincter? ” under his breath before giving up. ( an expert riddle - smith himself, there's something poetic here. ) ]
“ But I -- Regardless of what kind of hole, I don't know where that would be..! The portals usually spit me out where -- ”
[ the sudden, blunt nudge makes him bristle and jump like a Halloween cat, stumbling a few steps into the building which he felt meek to intrude on previous. seeing that behind him was a LARGE, hulking beast with horns, he's unsure whether to feel uneasy or thankful not to have been skewered. ]
“ GH -- ! Uh, my bad, big guy. ( Is he allowed to be in here..? ) ”
Dawa's a dainty little thing. They're billowing in layers of fabric, their hair rolled and wrapped in numerous braids and beads and all sorts of jingling things. When they walked they wanted to make a joyous tinkling tingle sound. There's only so much you can do in a decaying world like this one! It is quite beautiful though, in the cosmic-awe sort of way. There is a large, reverberating cracking sound in the distance accompanied by terrible rumbles and the slight tremor beneath the feet. A mountain range had just fallen miles away. The godling seems unperturbed though, taking in the sight of the strange little man who has wandered into their humble world. They stare at Cesare with a smile, somewhat vacant, their dow-eyed fluoride stare only adding to the surreal nature of all that is happening. And of course, the yak attempting to get into the homestead.
Jinpa does eventually push past the guest with a huff, marching into the empty space between the doorway and everything else, only to unceremoniously knock over a table with it's big yak butt. The table itself topples over and Dawa watches their beloved bovine companion now. "It's alright~ He likes to do this. I actually set stuff up on the table so he can knock it over." They then snap back to attention in a flighty frenzy. Skedaddling out of the foyer while speaking, their voice carries and carries until it doesn't, having gone too far into the temple.
"No need to be in such a rush! I'll help you find another hole to pop yourself right into! I rarely get company though! It's always something I look forward to! There's nobody else here, this world is on the downturn and I ...
... and that was about the time the last of the people were to be reabsorbed. It's been so lonely! But sometimes people fall in through the tears and end up here! I look forward to it!"
Their hair was trailing all through the corridors and they showed back up on the opposite side from whence they departed. Holding a tray of ornate little teacups and a large, equally ornate teapot steaming hot and steeping.
"I've got tea! I made it from plants!"
