fight for salvation .

all this happened, more or less.

[wordhost]

welcome to ren’s low effort multimuse! featured muse is kainé.

these are my ‘highest’ muses atm. i will update this as i please. you can also find a list of all the characters on this blog in the google doc. a lot of the characters are here to write with friends.

i have a horror-centric multimuse over at @lovegonesour as well!

childe . he/him . genshin impact

beatrice . she/her . umineko no naku koro ni

howl jenkins pendragon . he/him . howl’s moving castle (book + film influence)

shiba miyakaze . he/him . neo: the world ends with you

[wordhost]

mythrilcore​:

It’s easy to forget that Sleep is as old as Death, and has seen at least as much. ( Maybe even more—it’s amazing what one can get away with when everyone thinks you’re asleep all the time! ) And even if the weight that’s been lifted from his brother’s ever - heavy, ever - busy shoulders wasn’t visible—to Hypnos anyway—his increased presence in the House sure is.

And whatever Thanatos claims, it is Hypnos’s job to keep a keen eye and ear on the comings and goings around here.

There’s been a lot more of that—coming and going—since Zagreus started trying to run away from home. Hypnos hasn’t figured out how he feels about it yet / CHANGE feels strange in this place where nothing, even time, seems to move / but if it means seeing more of his brother’s face, the burrow between his brows less severe than in Sleep’s recent memory, maybe it isn’t all bad. Hypnos knows better than to say any of this / one observation slipping past his lips is more than enough for sure, gee Than, there’s no need to be so embarrassed / so he just grins and lets Thanatos deflect, resting his cheeks in his hands with his elbows propped firmly mid - air.

“ You mean she talks about me? Oh wow. ”

“Yes, she does,”  Thanatos replies briskily without a moment’s pause, the words snatched away by stagnant air.  “But not pleasantly. She’s told me you are slacking again.”  As if that’s new. As if that’s surprising. As if Thanatos has expected anything else. As if he can bring himself to lecture his brother about it again. But he’d rather not talk about himself and he will only permit Hypnos the one observation and nothing more. Thanatos is having fun and that is all. There is nothing more to be said.

The slacking is not even entirely Hypnos’s fault, Thanatos knows this, but he is a workaholic unlike his brother and part of him wants to restate this fact.  “You had better be careful or you’ll wind up alongside Sisyphus and that boulder of his.”  The cold breeze of death rustles at his cloak -- his backlog of souls to deliver ever-growing.  “We’re already one worker short. Don’t attract any more wrath if you can.”  Zagreus’s absence had created a larger hole than even Death expected. Even if he had hated the job--even if Zagreus’s joy despite his cowardice had created a strange swelling of emotions. Why couldn’t he simply...STAY? Thanatos would never understand.

[fatalelity]

❝  i can just stop waiting… and just live.   ❞

INDEPENDENT ADDISON MONTGOMERY, LOVED BY GANY.  selective & mutuals only. extremely crossover & original character friendly.  est. may 2019. ( © )

[wordhost]

shiba this is NOT what i intended when i showed you the sims. anyway put fret in the pool and remove the ladder

"shoka, i'm afraid having two sims succumb to the same fate in such short succession would be quite boring for everyone involved. that's no way to keep the flames of this game ever-rising or ever-burning hotly. what do you think about making a 2x2 square foot room and putting fret in there instead? i am open to suggestions but we must keep it entertaining."

[wordhost]

"shiba. put the video games down. shinjuku is fall- is that supposed to be me?"

"oh, woe! poor hishima's sim has fallen into the pool and there's no ladder! how dreadful! look at him flail his little arms and legs like the spider in a nursery rhyme! you know what they say, dear players: it only takes a drop of water to dim even the brightest fire. it seems this is the end for hishima! how tragic!"

@apazuki

[wordhost]

greetings, sheeple of shibuya!

today’s mission is going to burn you all up in a most refreshing way. shoka has introduced me to this game called THE SIMS FOUR and i simply cannot get enough. so then, in honor of this new flame, i have made each player into a sim and will be broadcasting my gameplay live across the jumbo screens in shibuya. the last player standing will win ALL OF TODAY’S POINTS for their respective teams. now then, will you let your sim’s flame snuff out, or will you light a new spark for your team and bring them to the top of the leaderboards!? only time will tell.

and with that, i bid you...adieu.

[wordhost]

playing garticphone with the squad anyways gojo’s here now i dont think i had him on the msue list. apparently i have tags for him though

[apazuki]

"my most beloved hishima died three years ago. alas, sometimes i can still hear his voice."

despite knowing full well shiba is aware of his presence as he speaks to the group of players, hishima remains quiet. shiba's blatantly trying to bait him into approaching with such thinly veiled lies of his passing. though the reaper wonders if his old partner is aware of the irony in his words. does shiba know that it's himself who died all those years ago? he who burned himself alive in the flames of his own ambition. he who rose from the ashes of the man hishima has once loved like an arrogant & foolish phoenix.

does he know hishima mourned him? still mourns him to this day.

but no, shiba. it is not him who died that day. only a piece of himself, a piece of his heart burnt to a crisp in that fire. & hishima won't surrender the other half of it now. not ever. but even as he lives, he still moves as silently as a phantom as he vacates the premises, leaving nothing but their memories together to haunt shiba.

[wordhost]

@apazuki i’m being held at gunpoint

They might have rekindled their lost connection, but Shiba still can’t help but feel a little hesitant around Hishima. He has a lot to atone for / he knows that much / but he can’t help but feel that Hishima continues to look at him like he might a bug. It goes without saying that Shiba can read Hishima’s expressions better than most, and while they might not CHANGE much, there’s still an element of steeliness there in those irises. How does he go about this without sending him away... again?

“I cannot do this without you,” he says in a direct appeal to Hishima’s ego. Now that Kubo’s influence has disappeared, Shiba doesn’t cling to his pride as much.  “I wish you would not look at me like that. Like I am...beneath you. Are we not partners?”

[wordhost]

spike twewy verse for syd <3

died age 20 when trying to get out of the syndicate. wound up in the UG. becomes a reaper. been doing his thing since the mid-90s

doesn’t really like his job OR the game but hey it’s better than the syndicate thing he was doing so he’ll take it

permanently broke (some things never change across verses)

keeps a close eye on the syndicate’s actions from the UG and occasionally does his own thing to interfere with their actions in the RG. not really out of a place of moral good or anything, just because he’s taking his own version of revenge on them for killing him

i want him to have a motorcycle called the bebop. so he does now.

has somehow befriended a dog in the RG named ein. not actually his dog, but he usually gives him scraps. not that ein can SEE him but their bond is real ok. spike will pretend he doesn’t care about ein if asked about it though.

that’s all i got for now i’m sure more ideas will crop up later once i start writing in that verse but this will be enough for now

[wordhost]

everyones like jokeship with me I HAVE THIS MULTI TO WRITE THINGS FOR/WITH MY FRIENDS RIGHT HERE

[sunhalf-a]

@wordhost : ‘  you  are  brilliant ,  charming ,  obviously  gorgeous .  ’ (childe for aika)

A performance —— !!  That’s all it is, all Aika ever is (  something more than stage - makeup always - perpetual, body and heart false as each other  ) and somedays it’s fun, like these, attending some event on the arm of the FAMED HARBINGER.  Somedays it’s even fun, with him gazing down at her with affections so sincere and a smile so delighted and so teasing that it can only be false, her smiling happily up at him, the picture - perfect couple.  It’s a performance / that’s all Aika is / but it’s fun and sad because it’s so hard to discern where the falseness ends and where true affection begins — maybe, broken as they both are, there’s no line between them at all.

It’s fun for him, to pretend to be a kinder man than he is, the loving partner.  And it’s fun for her, to pretend to be the sort of silly, loving creature that could match that.  Both are at least a little true, at least for now.  Both could be true, if they were better than they are.

(  aika could be better than she is.  as for childe ———  )

“People are staring,” she whispers, playful, leaning up on her tip - toes as he bends to meet her halfway.  Her smile is pleased, not concerned, and he laughs loudly at the words.

“Obviously.  Look at us.”  He grins against, head ducking a degree further.  The smile is something unbroken, almost tender.  “Look at you.  You are brilliant, charming, obviously gorgeous ——”

She giggles, cheeks flushing (  whether its natural shyness or the glamour to affect it, who’s to say?  ) and head shaking and happy, really, happy in the performance as something better / simpler than herself.  “Stop it, you’re so embarrassing.”

He laughs and tugs her close for a moment, affections so sincere and smile so delighted and teasing, and nestled within that smile is the desire to devour her.  Tenderness made brutal.  She hears his sharp teeth slot together, and feels hers do the same.

(  aika could be better.  she is, even if not knowing it.  she is using, yes, but loving too, but sincere in her affection, but sincere in her heart.  as for childe ———  )

[vayena]

my aesthetic is the kid on the playground who tells all the other kids that ring around the rosie is about the black plague

[archivedddddddddddd]

“oohh, wait… you look familiar…” there’s absolutely no reason for her to be speaking to this stranger, but when has she ever let something like a vague sense of propriety stop her! besides, do two good-looking people really need an excuse to speak to each other? not in her experience!

“i can’t put my finger on it… humor me here for a sec, but have you ever been arrested?”

@wordhost​ 

[wordhost]

Twirling daggers around his fingers only kills so much time, and Childe is about to complain about being bored when new girl waltzes up with a smile and a conversation starter.  “Uh, nope! Wrong guy!”  He grins and barrels on.  “But I was a suspect in a murder case. Wanted by the state and all. Does that help?”  Might as well come out swinging...Childe wonders how she’ll respond. Either way would be fun!

“What about you? Have YOU been arrested?”

[gummymela]

genshin x twewy (ft. albether and xiaoven)

[wordhost]

@cityhymn what’s good

[wordhost]

it’s gonna be joshua