& Grígora Lismonioúntai.

"I'll remember you— Will you remember me, too?" Affiliated with Eidolon Path

[assortedrpmemes]

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

[painted-bees]

Character solidifying!

[rockinrpmemes]

1. How does your character think of their father? What do they hate and love about him? What influence - literal or imagined - did the father have? 2. Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have? 3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why? What do they despise about their siblings? 4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient? 5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered? 6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child? 7. What was the economic status of their family? 8. How does your character feel about religion? 9. What about political beliefs? 10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted? 11. How do they see themselves: as smart, as intelligent, uneducated? 12. How does their education and intelligence – or lack thereof - reflect in their speech pattern, vocabulary, and pronunciations? 13. Did they like school? Teachers? Schoolmates? 14. Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 15. Did they graduate? High-School? College? Do they have a PHD? A GED? 16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike? 17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When? 18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? 19. What were your character’s deepest disillusions? In life? What are they now? 20. What were the most deeply impressive political or social, national or international, events that they experienced? 21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate? 22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner? 23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex? 24. What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually? 25. What are their hobbies and interests? 26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance? 27. How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality? 28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice? 29. What is your character’s weaknesses? Hubris? Pride? Controlling? 30. Are they holding on to something in the past? Can he or she forgive? 31. Does your character have children? How do they feel about their parental role? About the children? How do the children relate? 32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively? 33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?  34. Does your character feel self-righteous? Revengeful? Contemptuous? 35. Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures? 36. Do they like to suffer? Like to see other people suffering? 37. How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories? 38. Are they basically negative when facing new things? Suspicious? Hostile? Scared? Enthusiastic? 39. What do they like to ridicule? What do they find stupid? 40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one? 41. Is your character aware of who they are? Strengths? Weaknesses? Idiosyncrasies? Capable of self-irony? 42. What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain? 43. Does your character have any secrets? If so, are they holding them back? 44. How badly do they want to obtain their life objectives? How do they pursue them? 45. Is your character pragmatic? Think first? Responsible? All action? A visionary? Passionate? Quixotic? 46. Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body? 47. Do they want to project an image of a younger, older, more important person? Does they want to be visible or invisible? 48. How are your character’s gestures? Vigorous? Weak? Controlled? Compulsive? Energetic? Sluggish? 49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? 50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

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herosburden‌:

How generous she is, hearing you out with such a patient expression. Her words bring you no closer to finding your precious item, however, and you don’t return her smile.

“Never heard that word before, but, um… if a ‘phone’ is your only connection to other technology and does stuff like take pictures and manipulate time, then it might be close?”

Oh. Oh, no. You don’t want to believe what you’re being told.

“…It wasn’t with me. You mean, it’s gone? But—I need it. It’s important for the fate of the world, and… the Princess…” What would Zelda say if you managed to lose the priceless ancient artifact she had entrusted to you, and along with it any chance of remembering your past? That is, if it’s even possible to reach her without it. Or… at all, lost as you are in an unfamiliar land.

No, that’s none of this stranger’s business. “Someone must have our things, right? Do you know?”

“Um,” she isn’t sure how to respond to the young man’s phone comparison, because she has no idea how to explain—not when most people never even think of even hearing of anything like the multiverse theory.

But the panic that sweeps across his face like a ghost is impossible to miss, and she feels her own heart sink in response. Oh, no. Rea has heard of many a people having a hard time adjusting to Eidolon, but not of any newcomer not knowing about Eidolon or it’s nature.

“It’s not—” she feels her mouth go dry, suddenly like sandpaper, and the cavity of your skull seems to hollow in preparation for a headache when the swirling thoughts rattling around don’t help her with this man. She swallows, holds a hand out in both a plea and a precaution, so she can stop him if he tries to run before she can explain anything to him.

She breathes in, carefully. Thinks. Holds his gaze. Exhales. Ignores the pressure on her heart. “Look, um. This place, Eidolon, is... it’s own place. Like, a... a pocket, away from everywhere else. Like... Like your world. Like mine. Like all the others the natives call ‘dreamers’. Your world still exists, it’s fine. When you go back, it’ll be exactly where and when you left, okay? So you don’t need to worry, okay? It’s fine!”

“...Dunno about being able to get back our other items on our own, though. I think I’ve heard something about getting them as rewards, or something? Sorry! All of us wishers, dreamers, here, seemed to have come here at around the same time, so... I dunno! We haven’t been here long, so not much has happened. Sorry.”

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pluviabond‌:

“ you seem pretty ready to go? “

aqua hues scan over the other, who looks pretty enthusiastic about the local event - perhaps she was a native to the land, it’d be nice to hear some words of wisdom from someone who lived here.

             “ I hope you don’t mind me tagging along, I sure could use a guide around here - if that’s okay of course! “ a short and polite bow is given as Aqua’s usual small smile becomes plastered onto her features.

  “ Oh gosh, where are my manners? I’m Aqua, and do feel free to boss me around - whatever you need a hand with, I’m here for! “ both hands are placed on her hips as she strikes a rather confident pose, don’t worry, she’s a professional.

@wistfulliisms !!

Festivities are, of course, festive, but even with that in mind Rea doesn’t expect much for her—so she can’t help but blink in surprise when a woman (pretty, her flustering mind immediately thinks) is talking to her. But she’ll take what she can get, regardless... even if she has to prefer this infectious enthusiasm.

“Of course!” Rea laughs, all but ready to start bouncing on her toes at this simple treatment. It’s... something, for sure! She just hopes the other woman will wave off her flush as being from the cold. Giggling, she dips into a small bow of her own. “Um, Rea! Ah, Riel Rodas, rather. Well, there’s no guide to check on how much we have of what, but— there’s not much to do beyond gathering more fire supplies, right?”

“There’s felling trees and making lumber, or just bringing back logs since they chop on-site, going farther out to that cave for the Seething Moss to make the wood last longer, and/or making sure the lanterns on those paths have fuel and stay lit! Not much, really—when it comes to the holiday work, at least!”

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herosburden‌:

You’ve turned your satchels and clothing inside out and torn apart even the most improbably small corners of the bunkhouse, but not only are your various weapons, supplies, and stash of food gone (even the apples…), the Sheikah Slate which had never left your sight since you got it is now nowhere to be found. The frantic search turned up the Master Sword at least, but you’re not sure it’s physically capable of going missing.

But, you must have gotten here somehow. Maybe your things were dropped somewhere along the way… it’s with this logic in mind that you’re now out in the snow-cloaked streets, eyes fixed on the ground in search of anything even remotely rectangular, or otherwise familiar.

You come to an abrupt stop as you collide with something firm and unexpected—with someone.

“…” A bashful expression takes the place of an apology. But before you can scurry away, you realize: they might have seen something.

“…H…Hey.” Words are hard, and your throat is dry. “Have you seen a…” you trail off as you realize you don’t even know a general term for the artifact. You mime holding a rectangular object, touching a screen. It’s probably not very informative. “Thing? About this big… it shows pictures?”

“Sorry!” the young woman blurts out on reflex, even if she doesn’t blame herself or even the stranger for the collision (that might’ve knocked her over if there was anything to slip on underfoot). Accidents happen, after all!

She expects the young man to scuttle away without a word, particularly because the silently guilty expression that comes to his face reminds her of herself, but... he lingers.

“Hm?” Rea hums, perking. Blinks. Waits for him to gather himself and finish speaking. All the same, she quickly recognizes what he’s describing—or, at least, an equivalent of it. The style of his clothing and pointed ears make her certain his device is more of a piece of magical technology rather than classical science.

“You mean like a phone?” she smiles brightly at him, tips her head and hopes it’s reassuring. She laughs a little, toying with her hands, and lets her smile go a mix of nervous and apologetic when a realization occurs to her. “You, uh, have it when you came here, though? Like, in your bunk with you...?”

“Otherwise...” Rea shrinks herself into a little and shrugs her shoulders, hoping it’s not too important an item to him. Well, sentimentally, at least—she doesn’t doubt she’s the only one who’s “lost” something more practical, like her laptop. “Sorry, but we all only start here with just an item or two...!”

Really, she’s surprised this sort of panic isn’t more commonplace, “dreams” of Diaidem for new arrivals or no.

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“Everyone’s so prettyyyyyyyy...” whines.

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holysabered‌:

     charlemagne could feel her wariness subside as her expression had changed from unsure and anxious into bright and enthusiastic— one that he had been hoping to see. he might not have known her very well as of yet but, if she were the type to get excited over adventures, then he figured that they would get along quite well.

     “ I’m glad to hear it. ” the paladin gives a relieved smile, one that he hoped the other didn’t notice as he wanted to ease her worries. truth be told, he wasn’t quite sure what he would have done if she had rejected his offer ( it might have haunted him throughout the entire day! it was not cool to upset a lady! ) but, since she accepted— he figured that he could, at least, try to make this an adventure worth remembering.

     “ Isn’t it though? I’ve been thinking about it since I read the newspaper this morning! I have been scavenging for a while now but I have yet to visit this place. I am glad this will be your first time seeing it too. ” after all, an adventure is even more fun and exciting when you are seeing and experiencing it for the first time.

     he was just about to ask her to follow him as they still need to grab bottles for the two of them— when he’d realized that he had forgotten to ask for her name! 

     “ Oh, forgive my rudeness. I have yet to introduce myself! ” he had half the mind to introduce himself with his birth name but, he realized that there was also no harm in trying to get as much information as possible. if he were to introduce himself with his name as a heroic spirit— he wonders if she would react to it? depending on her answer, he could probably deduce that she is either a magus, a heroic spirit…. or, simply as someone who was familiar with his tale. either way, he was curious and wanted to test the waters. “ My name is Charlemagne. ”

     “ You can call me Charlie. May I ask for yours? ”

Rea can feel herself brighten, too surprised—or rather, perhaps just too eager—to hear someone generally interested in her, if only due to a mix of chance and kindness. She knows she shouldn’t get her hopes up, that she never should, but she hopes, she hopes—

“Mm, yeah!” she agrees, clapping her fingertips together. She watches his face, of course she does, but aside from the genuine excitement in his expression there’s little for her to do beyond make notes and mentally trace the fall of his hair or the shapes of his features. Pretty, as most people here seem to be. “I don’t do much myself, not like the scouts or anything, but the Clocktower Cave seems like the coolest places to visit!”

There’s also the more scenic Heaven’s Gateway or curious Field of Theama, of course, but she’s far too practical to appreciate sights alone. The latter purportedly has visions of the different worlds hidden in the frozen “greenery,” perhaps, but nothing would be like seeing a meld of mechanisms and fantasy in person!

“‘Charlemagne’?” she echoes curiously, blinking. With the historic name combined with other folks she’s seen about, such as the dramatic “Count” in her bunkhouse, it brings to mind some of the very illegal digging her aunt’s tried to drag her into regarding some sort of far-eastern magecraft rituals. Not that she knows enough proper terms to properly ask, anyway, so she focuses on what she can. “Like, um,” her left hand flutters into a series of soft snaps as she tries to recall. Emphasis on tries. “That guy...? Sorry, not much of a historian!”

The mage gives a nervous little laugh, quickly feeling nerves paint her face with color once again. Some Prince Charming, this guy is. “Um, Rea,” she remembers her manners and, encouraged by his own, jerks out her bare right hand toward him. “Er, Riel Rodas. Hi...?”

Another laugh sputters from her lips.

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revengier‌:

“ there is a rumor — yes ! a rumor that speaks of your progress ending in a pitiful demise. ” he is entertained; the stage has been set for all those seeking to fulfill what was a fool’s errand. it’s rules — blatantly spoken upon the lips of the villagers — would have been apparent to any who have bothered to understand their settings before overachieving themselves. yet, such is the flawed, human mind.

his eyes come to meet with those of a fair young girl, well on her way to filling her first batch; gold upon blue. his lips remain curled into a smirk, a sly crescent carved onto his features.  “ what is with that look ? kuhaha, have you not heard ?  those who only know greed perish by the forest’s judgement. ” 

gloved digits reach into the brush’s green, plucking away a single, forgotten heaven’s dew from it’s branches. his gaze lingers on the fresh berry in thought, before it’s attention flickers back towards the avenger’s new ‘ companion ’ —  “ knowing this now, what will you do, magus ? do you still continue the mayor’s task or choose to die ? ”

/ / @wistfulliisms

No matter all the odd things she’s heard of, from the chaos akin to a second war of the Greek mages’ underground rebellion against the Ottoman, or all the absurdities other mages try to patent with the Association, there is always more to hear. Like day to day hilarity, for example, or sights in the Field of Theama here in Eidolon.

Either way, just knowing of all that can happen keeps Rea from being surprised by much of anything—including, yes, the dramatically dark man she’s seen around their shared bunkhouse. Briefly, she wonders if she’s been invisible to him as she is to everyone, or if he’s familiarly observant like she is.

“Of course I’ve heard!” Rea even laughs with him for a moment, clearly unfazed by his demeanor, and though her mouth pulls up into a smile it feels more like a barring of teeth. If he wants to challenge her, fine, but even she won’t roll over to a stranger questioning her reasoning.

She narrows her eyes at his own startlingly yellow gaze, a careless cross between a lopsided grin and a daring smirk shaping her lips.

“I’ll do exactly what I came here to do,” she muses, pointedly freeing an entire branch of berries into her basket with fingers drawn down the stem. Her pale gaze drops to the little berry held in his fingers like a skull in a Shakespeare play, expression cooling, before turning her head back away to focus with a hum. “And technically, in this case, it’s more his son’s task, actually~”

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Cuddles up in her blankets with the occasional nibble at her chocolate.

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‘ what motivates you? ’

* interview the muse        

“Um... nothing? Either I want to do something or I don’t, y’know? And if I don’t, no punishments or rewards would get me to change my mind!”

[vhsmeme]

* interview the muse

‘ do you miss anyone? ’

‘ how are you doing? ’

‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’

‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’ 

‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’

‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’

‘ favorite book? ’

‘ are you a good person? ’

‘ describe love. ’

‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘

‘ favorite song? ’

‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’

‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’

‘ do you like people? ’

‘ what motivates you? ’

‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’

‘ any pet peeves? ’

‘ do you need a hug? ’

‘ would you like to have kids? ’

‘ do you have any tattoos? ’

‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’

‘ when was the last time you cried? ’

‘ are you religious? ’

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lordcommandress‌:

she remembers sitting at home, or …what consisted of four walls but never really was a pleasant place to return to. she also remembers the way she looked at the paper with listless eyes; drawing the same scenery, the same model, the same subject, with the bark of the tutor in the background, over and over. but these - these drawings seemed to .. live. vira feels something like a sharp pain, grasping needily at her heart.

there was certainly an influx of information, one that the lord certainly wasn't expecting; having imagined a scenario where she turned away and walked off, going about the rest of her evening. but there was just something about the way the woman spoke & the energy that she bestowed in her words that caught vira’s attention, even just a little. though there was something that stood out, and she found herself querying it. 

“ ‘real magic’? “ a brow raises. real magic, is the only magic she has ever known. it almost sounded bizarre to imagine a world where such a thing didn’t exist. “ is it banned, or something? “ vira’s head tilts, and inquisitive finger gently placed against her bottoms lip. “ surely all magic is real magic, no? “

Rea talks. A lot. She knows she does, knows she can, and knows she’s often hard to follow when she does. That it’s especially hard to want to follow.

And yet, the other woman doesn’t seem put off by her disorganized rambling. At all. And though she doesn’t seem exactly thrilled, either, her attention hasn’t left her all the same.

It makes Rea buzz with warmth, and an unfamiliar pleasantness in her veins that doesn’t involve suffocating anxiety or crushing embarrassment. She grins, chest full, and though it falters with sheepishness at the woman’s question, it doesn’t leave her face altogether.

“Oh!” she smiles, sheepishly, and tries to figure out a way to explain it. Her fingers bounce and rap the faster her thoughts race. She hums, eyes drifting upward. “More like... secret? The public practice has died out, been prosecuted, so it’s a... an underground society on its own? So ‘real’ magic can only be found among mages and their magecrafts, whereas ‘public’ magic—’fake magic’— is... less concrete?

“Like... based on historical bits of information—from before it was pushed into secrecy—on real magecraft, maybe, but... Herbalism and mysticism and telling fortunes ‘n’ stuff, rather than actually doing something. Faith and luck, maybe religion-based purification and the like that are about symbolism, symbolism with relevant power, rather than magic, but... ‘Real’ magic involves ‘solid’ results, like making fireballs and barriers and the like whereas... ‘Faith’ magic has nothing to do with the user’s own capabilities, and is about the tools and materials rather than magic, magical skill...”

She realizes how much she’s been babbling (or at least forgotten to breathe) when her chest starts to ache and her mouth feels dry. Rea heaves a sigh, breathes, and looks to the other woman sheepishly. “...That make sense?”

Probably not.

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lordcommandress replied to your post “��️”

( GOSH I LOVE THESE TWO ALREADY OOPS )

//Just two little women loving women in a little world!

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🌨️

Send 🌨️ For our muses to be forced to huddle together for warmth!

Oh, man...

“Um, here,”

Rea sighs and lets the girl curl into her side, using her free hand to push her messenger bag more over the girl, too, and distracts herself with idle wiggling of her toes.

“Not a proper blanket, but...”

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🌨️

Send 🌨️ For our muses to be forced to huddle together for warmth!

“Now I could really use my blanket...” Rea sighs, holding her messenger bag close but still offering the blonde the other half of it to share its makeshift protection. It can’t do much, of course, but every layer helps to combat the cold.

Really, she’s just glad cold’s the norm here, because aforementioned layers everyone has on makes it feel less like she’s curled against someone, more like leaning against a padded wall or the like.

“I just hope we can get out soon.”

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💐 ( have an eidolon sweet roll on the house!!!! )

Soft Affection        💐 give a gift

The magus startles at the dish set next to her, even though she hasn’t ordered anything, yet the moment she lifts her head to protest the other woman’s soft smile says it all and any protests Rea has die in her throat.

Yet as much as her nerves melt away, she can already feel a fierce blush clawing its away across her skin.

“Oh,” she stammers, clears her throat, and drops her gaze from the woman’s prettiness to the delicious fragrant dessert bun in front of her. She hopes her blush isn’t competing with the vibrancy of the red filling... “Um— Th-Thank you!”

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🌨️ !

Send 🌨️ For our muses to be forced to huddle together for warmth!

Logic says this is a sound plan, nerves say otherwise. Rea huffs and crosses her arms with hands buried underneath, distracting herself with some idle shifting and tapping of her toes.

And, okay, the other’s pet pig helps.