aquaticsoul

[aquaticsoul]

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[aquaticsoul]

what ive learned from making joke headcanons is that within an hour theyre usually no longer a joke

#dealing with the paperwork ; ooc.

[aquaticsoul]

Most of the reason he keeps himself busy is to protect what little remains of his loved ones. He can't assume anyone survived that, but he also does not want to think about the toll. He does not want to remember anything at all, so he fills his time and thoughts with tasks to help preserve what he has left.

Sitriini shouldn't be out too much. Sydän is the only one of them who can't be healed by her Mist. Neither of them can afford being the one who forages and who risks becoming a punching bag for whoever or whatever gets angry that day.

And yet, here he lays, clinging and breaking apart into sobs instead. Surely he could have tried something else.

Surely, especially given the fact that no matter how hard he tries to push it out, he can still hear the impact into this hellhole and the way his bond had nearly suffocated on his own blood. They'd had to force release his sumunaamio to let purple flood into his lungs near constantly for days before they got him back, and almost immediately Sitriini had checked on them. They'd been able to move to a room in an inn, somewhere to keep the man comfortable while he recovered and while they worked out a plan.

They still haven't worked out a plan, and that feels like as much of a failure as coming back empty-handed.

Just another to add to the list. He couldn't save his parents, he couldn't save his co-binds, and now he can't even make sure the only people he's got left are taken care of.

It seems like he should still be out finding food rather than crying about trivial matters like fear and pain and grief.

Do the bruises even matter? There are more important things to be doing than healing before he actually needs it, but he's laying here anyway.

He's been coming back to the inn every night in rough shape, so logic should have it that he can withstand a little more.

He wants to.

He wants to be brave enough, strong enough, and has it not always been that way?

He's always fallen just shy of where he should. Here he is, repeating the same pattern he was born into. There's no way out of it when he's on his own, when he only feels complete filling his lungs with Mist that is and isn't his at the same time.

Just like Lord Haya, people would say.

But he wasn't. They were always let down when he didn't measure up to whatever expectations were laid out for him.

It feels like only a matter of time before Sitriini ends up feeling resentful of him just the same.

And his sister - she's not feeling well. She at least should have food, shouldn't she?

Isn't it his turn to protect?

Sore arms hold her more firmly to him as another sob is heaved into her shoulder.

"I'm s- I'm sorry," he nearly squeaks.

A few more seconds pass.

She would have known anyway. There's no point in lying to her, even if she's asleep or half-awake or miles away. It just doesn't work.

"... I'm scared."

He just wants Sitriini to come back. He should have never let the man leave. What was he thinking?

What were any of them thinking?

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Siipi and Sade came with their children apparently and he couldn't say he blamed them. They however, didn't make it through the night. Sielu and Sydän were understandably a wreck when their parents' mist dispersed but they were all quick to join them in song in the moment. He lead them. He tried anyway. He knew that pair of siblings were too distraught to think, so he parted his lips and sang. Sang for those he would have called his family if he'd just had been a little braver a little sooner to ask Sielu that oh so important question about mixing their mists.

The rest of the night didn't carry out in a fashion that was any better. More lost their lives that night as the Mist of palace workers and knights alike spread into the skies from whence they came. He didn't know if he would ever stop singing at this point because it felt like never ending as both Misterica and her people screamed. There was no sign of his fellow binds and he could only hope they were safe. There was no sign of Valo and Aamunkoitto either and Pilvi was sure to make it so they all knew it.

The prince would not cease his cries even if they died down to grow smaller with time. He clung to his father and wouldn't let go. He watched him. Orange eyes were having a hard time pulling away from the scene of the royal family turning just as clueless as the rest of them as their entire planet cried out around them. What were they supposed to do?

Something.

That was when his world turned to hell. Usva stood from his position and it all went to hell from there. Red eyes turned on his father as the young man growled and demanded they do something. Demanded they act instead of just setting here like cowards, but Aurinko only could look his eldest son in the eyes and demand that he sit. He couldn't do anything to grab him, to pull him back down because if he did then he would have to release his youngest so he had to choose then and there which one of them he would see slip through his fingers because he wanted neither of them to go.

But anger and fear were powerful motivators and currently his nephews were drinking from both cups.

"Usva sit down! You're not going out there! The planet itself is in danger." The King demanded only to have his own son growl in his face.

"If Usva gets to go then I can go look for Opettaja Valo and Aamunkoitto." The younger whines only to cause the solar king to tighten his hold and push a head of white hair to his chest.

"Usva's not going anywh-"

"The hell I'm not. Safiirin, to me." The Flare Prince sounded and he can only move so fast to reach for the boy's hand in an attempt to pull him back where his father could not.

"My Liege! Usva! Usva please don't - "

But the boy was already gone and the fingers he ended up slipping through were his own. He felt a hand on his own arm pulling him back. He couldn't go. Tiamat knew he couldn't go out there. If he did then - but to watch his boy - his liege - his - his nephew -

His mind is flashing every image and memory of that face growing up through the years all in one rapid sequence that makes it even harder to watch him race away but Usva was fast. One of the fastest Mistericans he knew and there would be no way he'd be able to catch up with him.

And that was when the worry really sat in. All he could do was find himself collapsing to the floor, in a heap of himself as he wept on his knees. Usva was out in that mess and all he could do was wait for his Liege to come back to him. That boy was - that boy was practically his own blood - and he -

His head is in his hands as he sobs, and he can hear the sounds of the youngest prince struggling all over again to get free as he yells for his brother to come back. As he scolds his parents for letting him go. As he demands to be released so he can go get his brother himself and this goes on for hours. Hours until the small boy finally tires himself out and he feels like he, himself, has no tears left to cry. Time is an illusion and he doesn't know how long it's been at this point but he can't lose Usva. He can't lose him and he will beg Tiamat himself if that's what it takes to get him bac -

CRACK

Red Jasper snaps clean in half without warning. The gem hanging just around his neck shattering to the ground for shatters of red and orange to plummet to the ground and hit with more weight than he's ever felt leave his person in his life.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The scream that leaves him is loud enough to knock out hearing and leave ears ringing. His chest hurts. His lungs are heavy. His whole body feels like it's a mirror that's been shattered from an impact he couldn't prepare for and the only thing he can think about is getting to him. To find him. It's a LIE. It can't be true. It's a LIE.

It has to be! It has to be!

And he's running before he even realizes what he's doing. There's no breaks and there's no way to pull himself back as he takes off in flight to rush out into those winds again and that's when he realizes his mistake.

The gales are so strong they wind him around like a ragdoll and all he can see is the shattered remnants of the sky islands and their cities being tossed around amongst the winds just as well. Misterica is a crumbled mess of death and debris and he doesn't understand how any being could have survived out in this mes -

His whole body is striking against a pillar as the wind pushes him hard and he crashes into the floating shatters of a building. He's only left with one option and that's to hold on because he can't fly in this mess. He shouldn't be flying in this mess but Usva couldn't be gone. He just couldn't be - and soon he would - soon he would join him so he supposes it's better this way if his Liege is gone then what point is there to -

"SITRIINI!!!"

The sound of his name cuts through the air and he's looking amongst the chaos to try to find the source of the sound. There, amongst all this death and destruction comes flying faster than the gales - Aqua Sielu.

He should have known his bond wouldn't come chasing after him.

"AQUA!!"

He can only yell back but it knows it won't be enough to get the man to turn away. To listen. He shouldn't be out in this. His Liege still needed him. Pilvi still needed him.

"What are you doing you IDIOT?! You shouldn't be out here!"

"NEITHER SHOULD YOU!!" Comes the bellow in his direction. "COME BACK!!!"

But he can't let go. He can't let go or the gales will sweep him away. He almost feels like they will anyway... but if he knows Aqua Sielu, the man won't leave without him and to make matters worse Sydän is coming up on his tail fast. She's at her brother's side before he even has a chance to scream at both of them for being the little idiots they are and how they should be with their Liege.

"Sinfonia!!! Don't worry we've got you!!!" She yells and he can feel himself getting sick at the notion.

"GO BACK TO PILVI!!! NEITHER OF YOU NEED TO DIE FOR ME!!"

"WE LOVE YOU DAMMIT"

"GIVE US YOUR HAND AND WE'LL GO BACK TOGETHER!"

And he hates how the only way to communicate in this mess is to scream but it's hard to hear anything over the gales. He wants to reach. He wants to reach out to them and he can see Sydän taking Sielu's hand as she takes ahold of a firm post that has yet to break away from the island they're floating over.

"Sielu get him, I've got you."

And these damn - these two are going to fade if they keep up this idiocy. He can't let go or he'll be blown away and he's not taken them down with him.

"FORGET ME AND GO BACK!! IT'S TOO DANGEROUS!!!"

But the little idiot won't listen and the pair of them are stretching out as far as they can manage to give Sielu the distance he needs to reach him. A hand extended and he knows they won't take no for an answer now. He can't get them to turn away and it's suddenly a firm reminder in his mind why he wanted to mix mists with this man in the first place. Why he wanted to be able to call him hänen miehensä and not just his bond.

Why he wanted to give everything to this man and not just - Sielu deserved every drop, every ounce, every second of the time he had left. Even if it was only the last few minutes he would have on this planet then Sielu deserved -

So he's switching his footing around to try to keep himself with a decent grip as he allows one hand to loosen and he leans. He's leaning to reach for them. Reach for that hand he loves. He's leaning to try to get just a little closer - just a little more - and a gust of wind strengthens in that second causing the symphony to lose his footing and stumble. To lose his grip and the gales have him but as they blow again he feels a hand clamp down on his own.

Citrine meets Aqua as gazes lock when the gales rise up for another powerful gust. It's all he can do as their hands lock and he watches as Sydän loses her own grip and the gales steal them all in one blast. It's all he can do to tug his own arm backwards with all the strength he has left to bring the siblings crashing against him and the man of silence is working as quickly as he can to wrap one of them in each arm and hold them as close to his chest as possible.

This was going to be bumpy ride as the winds toss them around and throw them backwards through the Chaos until they find themselves racings toward the black pillar that is consuming the land and they're going to crash into it -

The only thing he can think to do is clench his eyes closed as he holds them as firm in his grip as he able. He's falling with his back to the ground as the gales seem to fade away suddenly and the world around them goes cold. There's a lingering crackle in the air all around them for a moment before the world is warm - hot - overwhelming so all over again and he can hear birds and the wind whipping past his ears.

They're moving too fast to do anything about it. All he can do is brace for impact. All he can do is shield them and he's screaming as soon as they hit the ground. It's hard and he swears he felt something crack. His eyes go wide from the shock of the blow as he feels blood spatter against his mask when he gags.

It all went black after that. It all went black and he doesn't remember how long he was out before he woke up to this hell they've been trapped in ever since.

They've been here for months and he's starting to wonder if there's a way back ... and if there is ... if there's anything to go back to.

That's enough getting lost in his memories... he needs to find them something to eat or else it's going to be another night of going without dinner.

#t ; strange days #death tw #destruction tw #injury tw #self deprecation tw #self loathing tw #grief tw #religion tw

[aquaticsoul]

it's weird to think about how i've had sielu for a whole year now, and that he started out so different than how he is.

it's also weird how today ended up being one year since my last choir performance. it was bittersweet because i truly thought it was the end of my music career, but since then, i've written several short pieces for various instruments, started writing music for @shiroi---kumo , played in the world premiere of a friend's composition, and now (a few minutes from now) i'm going to record a demo of my friend's song. it will be sent to an artist. pretty cool, if you ask me.

sielu - and by extension his blog - has led me back to remembering what music really is and what creativity means to me as a person. it's been a year full of ups and downs, but i've never felt this in love with music since... many, many years ago.

thank you all for being here, and here's to many more years with me and the maestro.

#dealing with the paperwork ; ooc.

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hello! i've decided to open commissions up to help cover expenses created by loss of hours at work. it's because of a new medical condition i'm trying to get under control, so i've been seeing lots of clinics and specialists... which has taken a good chunk out of my availability at work. if you're interested in a writing commission (i do fanfic oneshots for a handful of fandoms) or a custom-built discord server, feel free to check out my ko-fi!

shares are just as appreciated as commissions. thank you so much!

#a guiding light ; promos.

[aquaticsoul]

Misterican Culture || The Bonded Pair

Within the space of Mistericans culture there are two ways mist can be mixed, and that is by way of a Soul Bind which is in service to the royal family and that of a Love Bond which is that of two Mistericans who have formed a bonded pair or in more human terms, a couple.

Mistericans refer to their romantic counterpart as their "bond", much in the same way a royal/vassal will refer to their counter as their "bind".

But what is the difference between a bind and bond?

A bind is a pact made between two Mistericans by way of a Life Oath that can only be performed between a Royal and another Misterican (usually a teacher or a knight). This Life Oath is a Service Life Oath and it puts the Misterican in question in service to the Royal they bound to.

A bond is a relationship formed between two Mistericans in concerns a romantic intentions. So since same sex/ any gender relationships were a normally within the space of Misterican Culture, instead of using gendered language to refer to their partner they simply called them "their bond".

That's why a couple in the space of Misterican Culture was known as a "Bonded Pair". It's just the same that they didn't really refer to each other with gendered language post marriage but still continued to call them "their bond" (or their love bond) but the act of marriage was referred to as "mixing mist" because they literally did so when performing the sacred dance during that ceremony. This is how the gems of commitment were formed.

So a Misterican would never ask "Would you marry me?"

They would ask "Would you mix mist with me?" Or "Would you mix your mist with mine?"

The act of marriage is much less a legally binding act that give governmental benefit in their culture and much more an act of blending two souls into one, as their mist is "Their Soul's Breath" so to blend them is extremely intimate and personal. The act of marriage to a Misterican is something that they mean with their soils and they won't ever rush into the act without thought. Doing so means you're bound forever and to unbind two mixed souls is extremely difficult.

That being said, Mistericans love in a multitude of ways and express that love to more than just their bond. To speak "Rakastan Sinua" or "I love you" to someone who is not your bond is not only commonplace but also encouraged. They have other ways of expressing affection that are more romantic in nature.

Mistericans can hold affection for others Ina variety of ways, and romantic isn't always it. Snuggling with and purring on a loved one is not uncommon but is also normal practice for them. This applies to parents, children, siblings, teachers, friends, extended family, binds, etc.

Mistericans only live once and when they die their physical form fades out, so they are rarely shy about showing some form of physical affection, be it - hugging, cuddling, purring, rubbing their horns together, forehead kisses, or hand holding. This is why they greet each other the same way they pray because each and every encounter is a gift and a blessing.

That being said, forming a bond with another Misterican (or with one at all) is not an instant thing and it is something they take excessively seriously due to the intimate nature of things like mixing mist or kissing. Due to things like kissing at all because doing so could accidently mix mist and if they aren't careful they could hurt the other person.

Mistericans are not human and do not love like human do. Their culture and physical attributes have formed their own ways to approach this subject and they don't take it lightly. AKA Mistericans are not likely to have short relationships or flings because forming a bonded pair takes TIME and they are such an intimate step in life.

Gems are normally exchanged upon a pair being formed, normally soul gems from either side of the forming couple as a show of affection and intention - and this too is a large step for a Misterican to take as giving a soul gem is handing a loved one both proof they loved but also proof of their existence should something happen to them.

#topic ; mist #topic ; misterica #topic ; background #topic ; religion #topic ; relationships #topic ; culture

[aquaticsoul]

really starting to like this style i've found. i can't wait to finish this one.

#dealing with the paperwork ; ooc. #art wip #oc #oc artwork

[aquaticsoul]

I LOVE. having multiple threads with my rp partners !! it’s like on some days i feel like writing long stuff, on others i feel more like writing short stuff, sometimes i’d rather write some intense situations, and other times i’m more in the mood for lighthearted topics. having several different types of threads with a person enables me to keep rping with them even if i’m stuck @ a reply for another thread we’re having !! it’s great, honestly !? if you wanna have 1 more thread or 20 more threads /w me that’s 10/10 👌👌👌👌 just write that starter or send an ic ask & we’ll go from there or hmu for plotting k man i love threads i love writing all the things

#notice from the palace ; psa. #hey ho nobody home ; queue.

[aquaticsoul]

a gentle reminder for those who may be struggling...

you being here and having fun writing with others is enough to be in the rpc. you are enough just by virtue of being present. you are loved, you will find your crowd, and you have so many stories to write. don't compare yourself with others - instead focus on doing what brings you happiness and fulfillment.

i'm so glad you're here. i'm so glad you're alive. 💕

#notice from the palace ; psa.

[aquaticsoul]

pov u make a friend and then u both make FIFTY ONE alien OCs together to fill a fantasy world

#dealing with the paperwork ; ooc. #this post has been sponsored by aurinko

[aquaticsoul]

The Brothers Eclipse

Punainen Usva and Valkoinen Pilvi were the princes born to Lord Helakanpunainen Aurinko and Lady Ametisti Kuu. Lord Aurinko and Lady Kuu's ruling age was known through the Misterican Kingdom as "The Age of the Eclipse" and as such their sons became known through the Kingdom as "The Eclipse Princes."

Usva and Pilvi were the best of friends from an early age. Usva being four years older than Pilvi would often show up wherever his brother was and steal him from whomever he was with, while proclaiming "He's mine, Mother and Father made him just for me."

No one ever had the heart to take Pilvi away from him.

Usva always felt naturally protective of Pilvi for many years not just because that was his little brother (pikkuveli) but because Pilvi was under so much stress from his position as The Child of White - the prophesied savior of their people.

Pilvi was referred to "The Celestial Mother's Holy Sacrifice" for the majority of his life until he performed the Ritual for the Holy Blade when he was thirteen and then became The Celestial Mother's Holy Vessel. Usva hated all of it simply because he saw his baby brother and not some holy savior.

He was just his idiot kid brother.

Even after the ritual and Pilvi's title change from "Your Highness" to "Your Eminence" the two of them remained as close as could be, even despite the occasional fights they would get into. (And when they fought, they generally came to blows.) It wasn't until the Rites Ceremony to decide who would become King that things took a turn for the worse when, despite not wanting the crown, Pilvi still won the match and earned the right to ascend the throne.

Surely Usva can see it was a fair fight and take his loss with grace, can't he? Surely Usva wouldn't let this come in-between his relationship with his little brother - would he?

#[[ HI these are sielu's favoritest kiddos ]] #[[ he helps them scheme ]] #[[ his sons-not-sons ]] #[[ his beloved puffs ]]

[aquaticsoul]

The mun of this blog is not having a good time right now but they don't want to seem needy. Therefore, this will count as them quietly asking for nice pick me ups- Whether memes, asks about their muses, asks about how they run the blog as a mun, etc.

Please just help brighten their day.

#[[ everything is very. going wrong today rip ]] #[[ i'm gonna go try to knock out a couple small mind-numbing assignments but i'm leaving this here for while i'm away ]] #[[ thanks guy at work /sarcasm ]] #meme type ; for the mun.

[aquaticsoul]

my research projects have unfortunately kept me away from the dash 😔 but i have returned!

just a few days left and i'll be free of this semester

#dealing with the paperwork ; ooc.

[aquaticsoul]

🎶🧡I used to hear a simple song That was until you came along You took my broken melody And now I hear a symphony🎻🧡🎶

#[[ HIM. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORANGE ]]

[aquaticsoul]

@shiroi---kumo is determined:

He's sneaking his way into the dark room to find his target curled up in bed. He's napping the day away again so the small prince, equipped with one four foot long plush dragon and a blanket is squirming his way under this nest's blankets and forcing himself into the arms of his bluest star. No words are said and there is no need to get up either. It seems the little puffball has found his mark and is already purring SO LOUD.

Something - or rather someone - is squirming their way into the nest he's haphazardly made for himself. He doesn't even need to open his eyes to figure it out, for he knows the sound of this one's rhythm all too well.

He knows the smell of petrichor that comes with it, too.

And the purring that has already started, loud even for a Misterican.

Yes, this must be his puffball. There is simply no one else it could be.

Rumbling starts in the bottom of his own chest as a kiss is pressed into fluffy white hair.

"Terve, Maamuna," he mumbles, and it's all he needs to say.

What was a depression nap has now turned into a snuggly puffball nap. How splendid a transformation indeed.

#sing a round of love ; answered. #depression tw

[aquaticsoul]

anonymous asked:

16

(someone they used to view negatively, but now view positively)

Tell me about someone who... || ACCEPTING

A glaze seems to form over blue oceans as pale hands stop their task of absently flipping through pages of a book he cannot read.

His soul is once again filled with the word 'almost' as images of bright orange and warm pastries flash in his mind. They had almost made it.

They were almost married, almost bound, almost happy - almost so many things, but almost is a single-word tragedy from any angle he looks at it.

"... My bond," he whispers past the tears that slip behind his mask. "We used to fight. I did not understand him at first... but now... now I would give anything just to tell him how much I adored him. There is no way to explain the void that is left when the symphony departs from the conductor."

#topic ; sinfonia #topic ; background #romance tw #sing a round of love ; answered. #arc ; show me how to fly (post rescue) #meme ; tell me about someone who... #death tw #grief tw #depression tw

[aquaticsoul]

They say there's a bounty hunter out there in Wonderland that can strip your voice away. They're calling him The Silencer....

#[[ HIM ]] #[[ FUCKKKK HES SO PRETTY ]] #[[ KIRA UR SCENE WORK IS GETTING POWERFUL AS FUCK ]] #[[ holy fuck this is just GORGEOUS ]] #[[ i LOVE this ]]