MULTIMUSE.

𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝙞'𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧?

[warvalor]

𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘.     hello  everyone !   i  go  by  the  alias  arie   ( among  a  few  others  previously  )   she / they  pronouns  from  the  est  timezone .   below  you  can  find  some  important  links  and  information  , if  you  have  any  questions  feel  free  to  send  them  my  way .   otherwise  ,   i  look  forward  to  interacting  with  you .

𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐.     independent  ,   private  and  highly  selective   MULTIMUSE   of  various media .  this  includes  fandoms  such  as  star  wars  /  star  trek  ,   otome  games  ,  marvel  ,  and  so  much  more .  please  refer  to  my  google  doc  for  the  rules  and  my  list  of  muses  available .   my  interests  vary  so  muse  levels  fluctuate  ,   right  now  ( 1/20/2021 )   i  am  most  involved  with  my  star  wars / trek  muses !

𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.     formadr   /   hiccup  haddock .   skywalkeir   /   luke  skywalker .

𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜.     MASTER  DOC .     INTEREST  CHECKER .     HEADCANONS .     WISHLIST .     MEMES .

[warvalor]

honestly i didn’t think in the year 2021 there were still vld blogs but ... please do not follow me , interact with me , etc if you ship she!th like for the love of god it’s even listed under my vld muses   please read my muse excerpts before following!!   it has important information that would clutter the rules too much so each thing i need that’s important for the fandom is listed under per muse!!!

[warvalor]

LIKE  THIS  FOR  A  STARTER   from  the  following :   jim  kirk  ,   poe  dameron  ,   obi - wan  kenobi  ,   han  solo  ,   din  djarin  ,   nyota  uhura  or  spock !   basically  ,   any  of  my  space - themed  muses .   feel  free  to  specify  your  preference  in  the  comments !   if  you  want  more  than  one  starter  for  more  than  one  muse  feel  free  to  lmk :^)

[warvalor]

LIKE  THIS  FOR  A  STARTER   from  the  following :   jim  kirk  ,   poe  dameron  ,   obi - wan  kenobi  ,   han  solo  ,   din  djarin  ,   nyota  uhura  or  spock !   basically  ,   any  of  my  space - themed  muses .   feel  free  to  specify  your  preference  in  the  comments !   if  you  want  more  than  one  starter  for  more  than  one  muse  feel  free  to  lmk :^)

[warvalor]

new muses !

poe  dameron   ( not  really  new  but  whatever )  ,   han  solo  ,   din  djarin  and  obi - wan  kenobi  from  star  wars .   all  will  be  TEST  MUSES  for  now  :)     if  you  want  me  to  write  any  other  star  wars  character  hmu  and  lmk  i’m  curious  if  any  of  you  want  to  see  some  others !

[warvalor]

xenovair :

                 𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙿𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙰  𝙵𝙴𝚆  𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂  𝚃𝙾𝙾  𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶  ,   𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙰𝚃  𝙷𝙸𝙼  𝙾𝚄𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚁  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙴𝚈𝙴  ,          purposely  letting  him  dangle  longer  than  he  had  to     (   she  was  enjoying  this  just  a   little   )     before  she  gently  lowers  him  back  to  solid  ground  .               ❝     You  don’t  trust  me  with  her  ?     You  know  ….   I’ve  been  flying  long  before  this  little  resistance  effort  existed  .     ❞               She  looks  back  at  him  properly  ,   just  long  enough  to  wait  for  him  to  catch  up  with  her  before  briefly  explaining  .               ❝     Something  was  stolen  from  me  and  we  are  getting  them  back  .     If  I  give  you  co-ordinates  can  you  take  us  there  ?     ❞               Since  it’s  his  ship  &   he’s  coming  along  ,   she  thought  it  only  the     fair     thing  to  do  .

          “     it’s  not  quite  like  that .     ”          A  RELIEVED  SIGH   escapes  him  when  boots  make  contact  with  solid  ground  ;   the  only  time  in  his  life  he  was  ever  grateful  to  not  be  one  with  the  sky .   the  ordeal  was  peculiar  indeed  ,   and  his  intrigue  only  heightened  as  she  explained  her  predicament  further  ,   a  kindling  of  understanding  opening  his  heart  more  to  the  cause  at  hand .   poe  shoots  an  inquisitive  glance  her  way  ,   focus  bouncing  between  her  and  his  ship  ,   before  finally  relenting .           “     alright  ,   okay  ,   just  give  me  the  coordinates  to  the  location .     ”          then  ,   softer  :           “     let’s  go  get  it  back.     ”

[warvalor]

xenovair:

                ❝     Still  am  ——-     ❞               𝚂𝙷𝙴’𝚂  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃  𝚃𝙾  𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃  𝙰𝚂𝙺  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽  𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴  𝙷𝙴’𝚂  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴  .          She  had  never  asked  permission  in  her  extended  life  ,     instead  opting  for  action  .   Such  as  now  ,   flicking  her  wrist  to  pick  him  up  &   move  him  to  the  side  as  she  strides  past  him  ,   throwing  him  a  far  to  confident  grin  .               ❝     I  have  a  job  ——   you  may  come  with  me  if  you     really     have  to  .     ❞

          “     wha   -----   ?!     ”          HE  IS  GIVEN  NO  TIME  TO  REBUTTAL   before  he’s  being  thrust  into  the  air  ,   limbs  dangling  from  where  he  was  once  perched .   dark  eyes  fly  open  in  surprise  ,   a  mix  of  confusion  and  dangerous  intrigue  filtering  through  his  racing  thoughts     (   when  were  you  going  to  tell  me  you’re  a  jedi ?!   ) .          “     agh ,   fine !   just  this  once .   i’m  not  leaving  you  alone  with  my   ship .   also  ,   could  you  ,   maybe   .  .  .   put  me  down  now ?     ”

[warvalor]

@xenovair​  ♡  random starter

          “     so  ,   what   -----   you  were  just  gonna   ‘ borrow ’   my  craft  without  even  asking  me  ,   huh ?     ”          he’s  blocking  the  way  to  enter  the  starfighter  ,   an  insistent  look  contorting  features .          “   what  do  ya  need  it  for  anyway ?     ”

[warvalor]

@artificeheart​  sent  :     (for Lucien from Rosaline - that one AU??) ( SECRET ) arriving where they both agreed to meet in secret in the dead of night.

SEDUCTION  STARTERS  ---   ACCEPTING

          “     ah  ,   for  a  moment  i  thought  you  wouldn’t  come.     ”          BEARING  A  PLEASANT  SMILE  ,   THE  PRINCE  GREETS  HER  WITH  AN  ENLIVENED  QUIP   ---   he’s  always  retained  a  teasing  demeanor  ,   especially  when  in  the  presence  of  the  lovely  princess  rosaline .   she  brings  out  a  different  side  of  him  ,   one  that  is  gentle  ,   nurturing .   it’s  a  pleasant  contrast  to  the  cold  formalities  expected  within  the  castle  ,   and  he  welcomes  the  change  in  pace  readily .   

          LUCIEN  EXTENDS  HIS  PALM  IN  GREETING  ,   snatching  up  dainty  fingers  and  raising  them  to  his  lips  ,   a  gentle  kiss  grazing  her  soft  skin .   the  bright  moonlight  dances  along  the  contours  of  her  face  ,   granting  her  an  even  more  dazzling  portrait  than  any  painting  hanging  in  the  castle .   lavender  hues  sparkle  to  life  ,   the  undercurrent  of  excitement  radiating  in  waves  from  his  formal  stature .   quickly  he  guides  her  hand  into  his  ,   and  gently  squeezes  with  assurance .          “     come  ,   allow  me  to  show  you  my  gardenias .     ”

[skellsmemes]

Seduction Starters

A mix of actions that focus on the seduction/pinning. Inspiration taken from an array of different memes to put them all together in this one. Feel free to mix prompts to make more specific ones or if reverse them.

send in one of these for my muse’s (RECEIVER) reaction to your muse (SENDER) …

( DOOR ) opening the door for mine to pass.

( STARE ) longingly staring at mine from across the room.

( WATCH ) watching mine while drinking their beverage.

( TOUCH ) “accidentally” briefly touching mine. (example: brief hand touch, knee under the table)

( HOLD ) holding mine’s hand.

( HAND ) kissing mine’s hand.

( GIFT ) giving mine a gift. (example: flowers, jewellery)

( FLOWER ) putting a flower in mine’s hair.

( LETTER ) sending mine a love letter.

( LOCK ) offering my muse a lock of their hair.

( LEAN ) leaning against mine’s side.

( FIX ) fixing or straightening my mine’s clothes.

( DANCE ) leaning in closer while they are slow dancing with mine.

( COMPLIMENT ) complimenting mine.

( STAR ) staring at mine instead of the stares while stargazing.

( PLAY ) playing with mine’s hair.

( BRUSH ) brushing mine’s hair.

( LIP ) biting or licking their lower lip.

( SING ) singing to mine.

( GRAZE ) grazing mine’s shoulders with their fingers.

( BECKON ) beckoning to follow them.

( SLIDE ) sliding down their hand down mine’s back.

( CHIN ) grabbing mine’s chin.

( SILENCE ) silencing mine’s by pressing their finger on mine’s lips.

( PUSH ) pushing against the wall. (example: rough or soft pushing against wall)

( SIT ) sitting on their lap.

( HIP ) pulling mine by the hips.

( FACE ) stroking mine’s face.

( HOVER ) hovering their lips over mine’s.

( NECK ) kissing mine’s neck.

( GRIP ) holding mine by the back of the neck.

( SURPRISE ) being found without an article of clothing (example: being found shirtless)

( SECRET ) arriving where they both agreed to meet in secret in the dead of night.

[artificeheart-a]

& love was not held within the present, an ever-evolving feeling buried deep within one’s soul. it could be perfect or it could be cruel, a desire twisting someone into a monster or the feeling that sets them free from the shackles of the world. it could be the truth of the world or an obsession of the past, but one thing was always certain; love was the way to the future.

( if you could see your future, what would you risk to make it happen? )

rules // muses // mains & relationships // navigation multifandom multimuse ft mlqc & mysme muses // penned by pluto

[warvalor]

Happy birthday Lucien!

[striderepiphany]

And they were crewmates (oh my god they were crewmates)

[soapulp-deactivated20200310]

not evil anymore i want to be loved now

[soapulp-deactivated20200310]

evil again

[warvalor]

artificeheart:

& HER HEART FLUTTERS AS HE SPEAKS, a feeling of warmth residing within that she cannot place as anything else but home— found in the person she adores the most, it is like the crackling fire that rests on the hearth, the phantom embrace that she feels with her each moment she is reminded that he will always find her. ❝I know you won’t,❞ her words are quiet, near silent, ❝but you’re here, aren’t you?❞ 

( as long as we are together, you never need to worry. )  

There is no mention of the way he takes her hand, despite the way this moment feels so intimiate— as if this is only for her. ❝Raspberry leaf. It’s my favourite.❞ She breaks the silence, turns away & reluctantly pulls her hand from his in order to finish making the tea, despite the way it almost hurts.❝Would you like something to eat, too?❞

( would you like to spend my life with me? she barely manages to keep herself from saying, never daring to be quite so forward. )

          HINTS  OF  RASPBERRY  WAFT  THROUGH  HIS  SENSES  ,   languidly  inhaling  the  sweet  scent  and  painting  it  to  memory .   the  floral  fragrance  reminds  him  of  her  ;   perhaps  he  vaguely  recognizes  the  smell  from  nights  where  limbs  were  entwined  ,   face  buried  into  the  crook  of  her  neck .   those  were  the  memories  gavin  would  never  forget   ---   the  small  ,   fleeting  moments  that  helped  ease  the  incessant  fluttering  of  his  heart .   it  was  in  her  that  he  found  his  compass   /   the  starry  beacon  in  the  sky  that  would  always  lead  him  home .

          ❛     mm  ,   i’m  okay .     ❜          he  responds  coolly  ,   an  unmistakable  ache  replacing  the  warmth  of  her  hand .   palm  retracts  instinctively  as  he  instead  places  it  in  his  pocket  ,   shuffling  behind  so  that  he  can  gaze  over  her  shoulder  and  watch .   being  only  a  breath  away  ,   a  part  of  him  wonders  if  she  can  hear  the  thundering  of  his  heart     (   he’s  nervous  ,   and  it  shows  in  the  way  his  voice  trembles   -----   a  testament  to  his  true  feelings  layered  deep  within  his  chest   )          ❛     this  is  all  i  need .     ❜

[warvalor]

artificeheart·:

@warvalor· // victor.

& THE STORY OF THE GIRL BORN FROM ROSES WAS ONE MANY KNEW, especially in the village she resided in with the man who find her & called her his daughter despite her lack of relation, treating her as one of his own until his untimely passing when she was still young— young enough to believe the world was good yet old enough to see the cruelty that lay beneath the joyful exteriors projected by each person around her.

It is cruelty that she sees in the way they dance around her as if she did not exist for so long, even now barely accepting her. It is disgust she hears in their voices as they whisper the tale of the beast man who did not know love, hatred for someone who likely did not exist.

Quite often, they warned her of the man who lived in the castle in the woods & his emotionless heart, cursed to wander the halls for the rest of his eternity, to meet death either by another’s hand or the curse bestowed upon him so many years ago— a man none knew by name but only by voice, a tale passed down for so long that he surely must have been deceased by this point. The curse of the man who lived only by the petals of a flower was one she had grown aware of through the reading of books from the village’s library & the words of those who had seen the man & lived to tell the tale.

It is now that she finds herself in the gardens of the man’s castle, not wishing to catch even a glimpse. It was not of her intention, an accident that she stumbled across the garden while searching for a place to read in the shade that was offered by the leaves of trees in the middle of the day. Sunlight filtered in the woodland was not blocked by the building, albeit that was to be expected, but it was old in ways she could not imagine, ivy snaking its way up from the ground to each window, yet the roses in the garden were not wilted, fresh as any she had ever seen & the urge to touch them was difficult to resist.

( they were her home, the flowers were. they embraced her in their softness & caged her with their thorns; a protection she had never desired but found herself grateful for. )

She remained silent as she treaded close, kneeling by the flowers & brushing her fingers against crimson petals so lightly the plant barely moved. Her eyes remained fixated on them, the girl oblivious to the shadow that seemed to move behind her as she whispered in a soft voice, filled with awe; ❝how beautiful you are.❞

           WHO  IS  HE  /   BUT  AN  UNLOVABLE  BEAST  IN  THIS  TRAGIC  STORY ?     whispers  of  fear  about  the  man  who  lurks  within  the  castle  was  a  tale  often  told  in  the  quaint  little  town  of  conques  ,   the  forbidden  prince’s  name  trickling  down  from  the  trembling  lips  of  traitors  nestled  among  its  people .   all  that  anyone  knew  of  him  narrowed  to  that  pitiful  night  many  years  prior  ,   that  dramatically  ended  with  a  lifelong  curse  :   your  frozen  heart  will  stay  forever  cold  ,   only  until  you  learn  to  love  ,   and  someone  can  love  you  in  return .

          although  victor  didn’t  pay  much  mind  to  what  the  witch  had  told  him  ,   the  rumors  had  spread  like  wildfire  ,   until  the  severity  of  it  all  left  him  shackled  to  the  walls  of  the  castle  ,   far  too  leery  to  venture  back  into  the  public  eye  once  more .   these  days  ,   the  prince  spent  his  time  tending  to  the  garden  along  the  outskirts  of  his  land .   there  was  something  comforting  in  it  ,   as  well  as  the  fresh  herbs  and  vegetables  becoming  a  staple  in  his  cooking .   this  garden  was  important  to  him  ,   not  only  in  terms  of  survival  ,   but  of  sentiment  as  well .

          SO  WHEN  HIS  GAZE  FELL  UPON  A  WANDERING  STRANGER     traipsing  through  the  bed  of  blooming  flowers  ,   victor  felt  his  entire  body  stiffen  in  surprise .   no  one  had  ever  dared  to  step  foot  onto  his  property  all  this  time  ,   knowing  the  reputation  that  precedes  him .   the  pane  of  the  window  blurs  as  he  exhales  a  staggered  breath  ,   cold  eyes  transfixed  on  the  girl  as  he  memorizes  every  move  she  makes .   the  dress  she  adorns  is  modest  ,   hinting  that  she  is  not  a  noble .   but  what  about  a  spy ?   the  mere  thought  flickering  through  his  subconscious  ignites  him  to  finally  leave  his  perch  by  the  window  to  go  out  and  investigate  the  scene  for  himself .

          HIS  GAIT IS  CALM  ,   methodical  and  eerily  quiet  as  he  strides  closer  to  the  woman  crouched  by  a  bed  of  rich  ,   crimson  roses .   the  soft  chime  of  her  voice  permeates  his  senses  and  the  sound  only  spurs  him  on  ,   feet  coming  to  a  halt   behind  her .   victor  looms  over  her  dainty  figure  ,   annoyance  blatant  upon  sharp  features .   the  gravel  of  his  voice  pierces  the  fluttering  silence .          ❛     what  are  you  doing ?     ❜

[warvalor]

new theme background   in honor of me getting lucien’s fairytale halloween karma this event :3