#muse tbt.

[deathqueened]

they say hell is other people, what they do not include, is that it is the fear of losing other people. of having the happiness ripped free from your veins, but it's never a clean cut. there are still a thousand tiny remnants left, each one more bittersweet than the last. i have known love. surely, but i have never kept it for longer than one of those fleeting moments.

#self reflection tbt. #muse tbt. #this has been sitting in my head #idk if it's a headcanon or what #but have it nonetheless now

[tangledfate]

Source

#tbt huskerdust #{ muse ;; angel } #source is linked #{ never sure will you catch me if I should fall ;; overlord au ;; diresang } #{ not all treasure is silver and gold ;; overlord au ;; diresang } #{ all gold is fools gold compared to you ;; overlord au ;; gamblingbartender }

[defiedfate]

#muse #lilith #lucifer // lilith #this is blog canon now #tbt ;; lucifer // lilith

[hermidetta]

[ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 ] : sender is voicing their negative opinion about a person who appears to be close with the receiver. / bernadetta von varely, as your professor, i feel it's necessary to inform you that I believe Mr. Bearkley is holding you back from your true potential. you're not shooting for the stars. you're not giving it your all, and Mr. Bearkley is enabling this behavior. Think of your untapped potential. Let's put aside our beef and focus on getting you in tip top shape.

* for you i would.

i dont have a fakedeep poetry line caption for this. ive been trying and trying to think and just cannot even make one up. odin dark of norway you have insulted mr bearkley and you simply must perish never mind i got it. uhhh something something you think you're the shit but you aren't even the fart. or how did that one go again? ah fuck never mind. here we go

professor dark is a funny little man. he wears funny flip-flops attached to his pants, he bellows from the thesaurus glued to his lungs, and he strikes poses in public that her mangled corpse could not be caught doing if all the saints and their mothers possessed her right now.

bernadetta has heard the lecture before. she has heard it from seniors and students alike, and the first half of it nearly puts her to sleep. her lips twist down in an affronted curl.

potential this, potential that. some of them mean well—she feels all the more rotten whenever they're kind—but all of them learn. they all eventually learn she's impossible to deal with. stupid, ugly, whiny, worthless. why bother?

they all give up. she is fine with that. she gave up on herself, too, ages ago. bernadetta is fine with slinking back into the shadows, letting herself be forgotten in sweet peace...

...yet when odin dark dares accuse the only friend and confidant she's had for years, her eyes snap open. bernadetta recoils, her arms tightening around the armored bear stuffy as her body half twists to obscure it from the madman.

"what are you talking about?!"  the fight in her flares up, a petite spitfire in the fray. feathers ruffled, she quips with a tiny stomp of her foot.  "mr. bearkley doesn't have anything to do with this! bernie's stupid and worthless all on her own! you don't know him, or me! so... so there! y-you can eat your fell flip-flops, mister!"

she doesn't mean that, not really. clumsy and rash on occasion as she may be, bernadetta knows—she knows, she knows so much more than she is equipped to convey. she knows she isn't being fair. she knows mr. dark only means well. she regrets every mean thing the second it flies out of her mouth, and it shows in the way her eyes fearfully flinch. but that is mostly all she really knows—she holds her sword by its knife end and wildly, frantically swings.

she freezes like she's been hit, a half-stammer of syllables caught like rocks in her mouth—sorry, i—but no, it's too late. it's always too late. she made her bed and she instantly dives into it. she staggers, she spins in the opposite direction. the rapid patter of bernadetta's boots is the last thing odin hears of her.

#fellpurpose #asks / #saradin von tag tbt #i know you said this was a shitpost but idk wtf is possessing me over here on bernadetta cuz why am i writing so much #WHYS HER MUSE GOT A DEATH GRIP ON ME #i promise she doesnt mean it mr dark she just angy. another thing btw i always picture her expressions as animal crossing villager #so when she bawls or does a huffy little stomp ITS JUST SO FUCKING ANIMAL CROSSING VILLAGER LOOKING AND NON THREATENING #LUV U SARA LUV OUR SILLIES DW SHE WUV HIM TOO I PROMISE

[shrineofprophecy]

Fu Xuan needs some love don't tell her I said that so ♡ this post if you want this little gremlin in your askbox

#; inbox call tbt #( probably gonna be memes shh ) #( specify muse if you're a multi~ )

[feliscus]

　/ * WHERE THE HEARTH IS ,

“All you need to be deserving of the throne is conviction, and the necessary strength to act on it.” “…Protecting my family at all costs— that’s my conviction.”

　　　* ignis purgatorius chapter spoilers.

Morning dawns.

Lynette and Freminet slumber, snug on either side of him, but sleep eluded the magician like some grand magic trick, slipping from his grasp every time it seemed to be almost within reach. He’d neither twisted nor turned for fear of waking them, laid flat on his back staring up at the ceiling as the memory of red seared itself behind his eyelids.

In the end, Lyney had not slept at all, arms numb from where they’d stayed curled around his siblings throughout the night.

Gently, not wishing to rouse them, he tugs himself free, slips from beneath the covers to pad silently across hardwood floors. There are bandages set atop a drawer, some food and some salves. But it is upon the triplet bottled flames sitting there that his attention catches, gleaming their molten temptation.

Does Father know how he hums and haws over it now, fingers curling around the vial’s neck? Does she expect this flicker of doubt in her heir, this moment of hesitation, of weakness? Had this, too, been foreplanned by her?

Lyney knows he will never burn as brilliantly as Father. He is not strong enough, not smart enough to be named her heir. If he had been, Clervie would have been gone long before it ever had to come to this. If he had been, Lynette and Freminet would have never been hurt.

No illusion he conjures will ever fool her all-seeing gaze. No spell he casts over an audience will ever capture her attention. His steps do not fit into the path she wishes for him, too, to tread as she once had.

Because to be her successor, to become king… One day…

It would be so easy to let the flames swallow up his memories— and everything that made up ‘Lyney’ alongside it. Flush away the past that ever nips at his heels, the title of the Fatui, the burden of the heir and all its troubles.

But there is nowhere he and Lynette have gone that they have not gone together. He will not ask his sister to follow him to death too or ask Freminet to watch his siblings turn into a husks of themselves that cannot even recall his name. They both wish to stay, and Lyney will not cloud their judgement on the matter with his own doubts.

He pockets the vial and goes noiselessly from the room.

“Um… Lyney?”

A half-step from the door, he halts, twisting to meet Heloir’s gaze with a smile. Lips part to respond as he swallows around the lump in his throat, and only then, as it drags and burns all the way down, does he realize how dry his throat is. “Good morning, Heloir.”

“Oh.” He hears it, the realization in her voice that he is still himself, but she says nothing else, just continues to eye him warily. If she notices the rasp to his voice, there is no other response than to weigh the two potion vials in her hand, then hand him the one filled with clear liquid. A pause. “It’s water.”

Lyney exhales. “…Thank you. Did you need something?”

She shrinks, her voice alongside it. Normally so loud and proud, it’s strange to see her so small. “The bottled flames…did you need help administering them? I—I’m sure I have some medicine or potion to make it hurt less, but—”

But who’s going to watch over them if he leaves? Who will rock the younger kids to sleep or make sure Heloir doesn’t try any of her potions or teach Freminet to improve his sleight of hand? Or put on small magic shows by the hearth, with every trick practiced to perfection and even the ones less so able to call forth their smiles and laughter?

“Lyney? Should I go get something for you?”

Well…someone else will be able to do it. Father can find another heir.

But the yes sticks to the tip of his tongue as he reaches for the vial in his pocket. Because there will likely be a dozen other children like him— as smart, as ambitious, as clever— that Father can pick from, but Lyney will never find another home like this.

For a long time, the only home he had known was Lynette. But the House of the Hearth is his home now too. He doesn’t know much about how a family should really work or what a home should look like, and the thought of leading them is terrifying. Yet the thought of leaving them is infinitely more so.

If Lyney was predisposed to easy solutions, he’d have died long ago.

Anger makes you impulsive. Sorrow causes you to waver. But Lyney was forged by neither, and the flames caught in the orb of his Vision had not been born from rage. His ambition is as it has always been: he will protect his family, no matter what.

Even from Father. Even if it means death.

He clears his throat, producing the vial with a snap of his fingers. “Actually, I was hoping that you would keep this for me. After all, Father entrusted them to you for safekeeping.”

And there is the sparkle in her eyes. The smile. The vial is snatched— too eagerly, perhaps— from his hand. “Oh! Yes, sure!”

Lyney has no desire to be king. He has no ambition for strength other than for the ability it gives him to protect those dear to him. And, most times, he doesn’t know what home or family should mean.

But he never could have left. He wonders if Father had known that from the start. Wonders if this is the answer she had been looking for, if he will ever be able to tell her what family means to him.

Regardless, Lyney will know what she thinks of it soon enough.

Night falls.

As he always has, Lyney opens the door to Hotel Bouffes d’ete at the end of a long day and calls out, “I’m home!”

And the chorus of voices that calls back, “Welcome back!” is the beginning of his answer.

#hi dash youre never going to guess whose muse woke the fuck up after doing arle's story quest #he also decided to come home three times in the span of 80 pulls so i am now a c3 lyney haver ig LMFAO #it sure was A Day i can tell you that much #i might write an actual meta on his thoughts on becoming king of the house but for now #woe! drabble upon ye #drabble tbt. #addendum to say spoilers very nebulously it does not really touch on many specifics LOL

[questionablemuses]

//Valentino's muse is awake & THRIVING. As soon as I push these couple of replies out later, muses I'm sorry, but you're taking a back seat for a bit. Mammon probably won't in between things, but still. Just uh. I wanna flesh my Val out & I get to more now. :'3

#( tbt. ) #( he is buzzing & Husk's muse is still stirring but I just have to send him out sometime. )

[msftsn]

someone ask me about fenrirs descendants... and let me offer them to you, please

#VUK IS MAKING A RETURN.... AND IM ADDING FIVE NEW MUSES TOO #tbd. #ooc tbt.

[tangledfate]

Source

#tbt huskerdust #{ muse ;; husk } #{ comrades ;; husk } #{ muse ;; angel } #{ comrades ;; angel }

[maidmyth]

plot idea — remilia coming up to your muse (whether she knows them or not at this point) at a bar / outing & asking them to be her pretend lover because someone won’t leave her be …..

#let her hide behind your muse like ‘yeah sorry i have uhm… i have someone right here <33’ #mobile tbt.

[dualitytransformation]

Like this post for a lyric starter using lyrics from my musical theatre playlist 👀

#specify muse please <3 #starter call tbt

[bakshiis]

mini character playlist: share at least five songs that remind you of your muse, or that you associate with your muse's character arc. including lyrics is optional.

i'm gonna win by rob cantor - my life is a constant entrapment of tunnels which tangle and wind and beguile. and regardless of where i may tumble or funnel i wonder what's really worthwhile / but i'm gonna win, i'm gonna try, i'll never lose, i'll never die. you've seen me before, you'll see me again. i'll never give up, i'll never give in.

sneaky devil by the garden - i sit and laugh at your crew but i'm sure it ain't that funny to you. i don't give a fuck, i just stay in the crease, mind my own business until i need a release.

the ballad of the costa concordia by car seat headrest - i used to like the mornings, i'd survived another night. i'd walk to breakfast through the garden, see the flowers stretching in the sunlight. now i wake up in the mornings and all the kindness is drained out of me. i spend hours just wincing and trying to regain some sense of peace. if only i could sustain my anger, feel it grow stronger and stronger. it sharpens to a point and sheds my skin, shakes off the weight of my sins and takes me to heaven.

i don't like my mind by mitski - i don't like my mind, i don't like being left alone in a room with all it's options about the things that i've done. so yeah i blast music loud, and i work myself to the bone, and on an inconvenient christmas, i eat a cake.

not your prey by squirrel flower - i tried hard to forget and you didn't want me remembering. alone i am a star burning above you. feel you lurking on the move, eyeing my back, making me shiver.

used to be my girl by the last shadow puppets - i'm a liar, i'm a cheat. a leech, a theif. the outside looks no good and there ain't nothing underneath.

tagged by: @sleazeballtm (thank you buddy!) tagging: @eclipsemuses (for kiego!), @buckfell, @neveragcd (for mac or dee!), @butnobodyhome, @oddlies (for irene!) & anyone else who wants to do this hehe

#dash games tbt. #this was SO FUN #[ 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 . . . ] 💰 musings.

[zestials]

i believe i am caught up ?? ( minus inbox things don't @ me ) so if you'd perhaps like something .. give this a heart ! ♡

#will it be plotted ? #will i wing it? #will i show up with multiple ideas for you to choose from ? #who knows! #i'm also more than happy to have multiple threads !! so ! #but there's a lot of mutuals i haven't interacted w/ yet #specify muse for multis! #tbt.