#phantasmaw

[dnangelic]

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#comm. #phantasmaw #YOU'RE A FAKEEEEEEEEEEEE

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@phantasmaw (for miryin as requested!) | starter call

it is not terribly often that kunikuzushi has to tangle with creatures of the abyss these days, particularly those of higher status within the abyss order. after all, it's been some time since he last encroached into their territory. however, the opposite cannot necessarily be said to be true; the order is constantly expanding their reach in teyvat. there are certain areas within the forests of sumeru that seem especially of interest to them, and thus, as someone more than capable of fighting them off, the duty falls to him.

even so, it's rare to encounter more than a mage or two and a handful of hilichurls. imagine kunikuzushi's surprise, then, when, while investigating some cave system or other, he sees a familiar tall figure--a lector.

he does not immediately raise his guard, only raises an eyebrow. "well, damn. aren't you bold. nobody told you lot that sumeru's a bad place to operate yet?" then, pausing for a brief thought, he laughs, "ah, right, i haven't left anyone alive to carry the message back. hm, maybe i should do that. i dunno, dealing with you is good stress relief."

#kunikuzushi; ic #kunikuzushi; history rewritten #phantasmaw #idk if this is anything like what you had in mind lol;; i hope this works!! #sorry he's mean and evil

[illholy]

anna's here to give her a kiss on the cheek, and maybe hold her by the wrist a little too tightly <3

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     i will always love you ⤿ @phantasmaw.

The kiss against her hold ⸻ Annabel's affections were always like this, wasn't it? A little bit sweet, a little bit painful fl ; either way, Judith does not make any attempts to flee. ❝ sometimes, I think you'll eventually eat me. ❞ a pause. ❝ Literal I mean. I wonder how I taste like ? I suppose, like a pig ? ❞

She offers her a kiss in return, one upon her lips. ❝ Can we kiss properly ? Open your mouth. ❞

#phantasmaw #◜𝑱 ◞ ⸻ ⃰ inbox ╱ ic. #* with all due respect #* judith is so close to just shove her fingers inside her damn mouth lol.

[mannequinentity]

7, 10, & 11!

QUESTIONS FOR MUNS.

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

Platonic to romantic cause it builds development compared to instantaneous romance off the bat. Then again, i'm also conflicted to toxic relationships. Those can be comedic in a way.

10. what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.)

Fantasy and horror. I'm currently in a thread with someone in that genre and i'm loving it so far. I feel those kinds are underappreciated in a way. It's hard to find those threads on a daily basis so it's good to refresh the air a little bit, change it up.

11. describe your ideal outcome/endgame for the muse you are currently writing. if you are a multimuse blog: do this for your current favorite muse, or the muse of the last reply you posted.

His sins are forgiven, or he found a way to negate these beings from haunting him down and he can finally live his immortal days in peace somewhere safe.

While at the same time, building himself more as a person and learning more about himself in peace. The scars will be a constant reminder, but that's where inner strength comes in to grow a strong mind.

#Munday Meme #phantasmaw

[melodicbreeze]

"If you hadn't known I was there all those nights, would you still have played your songs?" Sovann asks, eyes narrowed as if already suspicious of the bard's answer.

"Mm, hard to say! Most likely, I think."

"I preform as a bard because I enjoy playing music- making mora from it isn't the most important thing to me. Besides, I would've still had an audience! It's not just people that enjoy music, but the birds, the squirrels, the seelies, even the slimes and the grass!" Venti grinned, not a care in the world even with suspicion cast in his direction. "The world itself needs music in it, y'know?"

#phantasmaw #remembering that one chibi comic mihoyo posted of him playing music for slimes sfgdfgdf

[deathleadsarc]

|| s.c. || @phantasmaw | imelda

―  🜛  ―  creatures that wander the forest are oft borne by her hand, so when the sight of a new subject caught her eyes  ―  she must! she simply must! See there the child spring to life! approaching the creature as if reaching for a babe, the softness of her eyes so unrecognizable from the wicked temptress of these woods, she looks unto that creature and smiles wide  ―  speaking with delicate interest.

    "  Come closer. Come closer. I want to see you closer, dear. "   hands outstretch with spread fingertips, open offering to the beautiful beast before her.    " I want to know you, dear. "

#phantasmaw #🜃 | clawing out through the dirt ; a belladonna blooming | main #i shall hop into your dm's :> #i saw her description and i just

[nulltune]

kithes u(!! lynn beloved!) on the cheek

IS KITHED !!!!! and blushes .......... i am late to this (snailynn moment) but seeing u in my activity is always a joy!!!! AND THIS ASK IS SO CUTE IM GONNA MELT,,, it's da wholesome lisette energy that insta-cures me and gives me +100 happiness points methinks. 🫶💖💞✨️ ALSO I AM OBLIGATED TO SAY THAT I AM DOUBLING THIS CHEEK KITH AND PASSING IT TO THE NEXT PERSON . aka i am giving all ur muses a kith, i luv all ur ocs sm, crane & hakuno and visal & hakuno interactions have been feeding me so well BUT NATURALLY I WOULD WANNA INTERACT WITH ALL UR MUSES SOMEDAY <3 i am greedy like that yknowww úwù

#&&. out of #SPINS U AROUND ALL GIDDY IN A G.HIBLI-ESQUE HUG !!!!! #loveliest l.isette 🥺🫶💞💞 #TYSM FOR TAKING THE TIME TO SEND THIS BTW 🫶🫶 I RLLY APPRECIATE IT ! #also omg me being lynn beloved...... clutches my chest IM HONORED !!! 🥹 #ALSO SORRY I TYPED UP A WHOLE PARA DHKEHFKWJD I HAD A LOT 2 SAY- #IT'S BECAUSE I STARE RESPECTFULLY SM OKOK .... ILY !!! #phantasmaw

[erabundus]

@phantasmaw &&. said... what parts of his past life has ren carried over into this 'rebirth' was the wanderer? is there anything about his previous identities that he wishes he could have back?

all of them, honestly!

ren  isn't  a  collection  of  cherrypicked  traits  from  his  past  incarnations  so  much  as  he  is  a melting pot of  all  of  them.  it  sounds  a  bit  inelegant  to  compare  him  to  a  smoothie,  but  a  smoothie  definitely  feels  like  the  most  accurate  comparison  to  make.  he's  equally  scaramouche  as  he  is  the  kabukimono.  certain  aspects  of  their  personalities,  habits,  likes  and  dislikes  do  tend  to  influence  him  in  specific  ways  —  but ( for example )  i  would  never  say  ren  would  react to something  in  a  manner  that's  one  hundred  percent  scara,  even  when  he's  in  his  most  vitriolic  headspace.  the  balladeer  actively  wanted  to  make  other  people  miserable  to  soothe  his  own  pain;  ren  is  just  tired  and  blunt  and  the  grudges  he  once  used  as  fuel  for  his  cruelest  actions  have  all  effectively  shifted  towards  those  who  actively  hurt  him  (  looking  at  you,  dottore  )  —  meaning  while  he  might  play  at  being  a  force  of  malice,  he  doesn't  hold  any  genuine  ill  will  against  anyone  who  doesn't  provoke  him  first.

by  default,  i  think  he's  generally  pretty  okay  with  that.  this  is  just  who  he  is;  he's  made  his  peace  with  it.  however,  there  are  certain  circumstances  where  he  does  regret  not  being  able  to  lean  into  his  softer  side  more  fully  —  only  for  specific  people.  the  kabukimono  was  undeniably  very  strange,  but  he  was  also  deeply  loved.  there  are  times  when  ren  quietly  does  wish  he  could  bring  more  of  that  gentle  side  of  himself  to  the  forefront  for  the  sake  of  those  few  he  genuinely  cares  about.  maybe  if  he  made  himself  more  likable,  they  would  be  happier.

not  to  throw  kazuren  into  everything,  but  it  is  a  reoccurring  theme  in  his  relationship  with  kazuha  —  because  ren  has  this  very  idealized  view  of  kazuha  in  his  head.  he  sees  him  as  someone  kind  and  forgiving  and  gentle  who  deserves  only  the  best  he  has  to  offer  —  and  he  occasionally  pressures  himself ( or scorns his inability )  to  be  more  sociable  and  human  because  he  assumes  that's  what  he  would  prefer. keyword being assumes; he doesn't really discuss these thoughts with anyone.

it's  just  hard  to  feel  envious  towards  someone  you  used  to  be  —  towards  someone  you  still  are,  but  have  grown  so  wounded  and  warped  by  the  cruelty  of  your  life's  experiences,  you  can  no  longer  become  that  person  beyond  what  fleeting  snapshots  escape  when  your  guard  is  down.  he  is  gentle,  he  is  soft,  but  he  cannot  force  that  side  of  himself  to  the  surface  at  will  —  and  he's  largely  made  his  peace.  however,  there  are  still  some  people  he  can't  help  but  feel  deeply  insecure  that  they  deserve  a  better  part  of  him  than  what  they're  currently  getting.

#phantasmaw #𝟎𝟎𝟒 : 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥. ◟ hc .◝ #( i hope this makes sense DJKJDS ) #( i don't mean to throw kazuren brainrot in somewhere it's not asked for but it's genuinely a very good example of him doing this ) #( sometimes he wishes he could be kinder. sometimes he wishes he could express himself gently. ) #( but he can't. he doesn't remember how to anymore. )

[dnangelic]

well he is doing all of that. sort of. kind of. it's just a little dramatic sometimes-

#comm. #phantasmaw #THIS CONVO IS KILLING ME #(HOLDING UP DAI UNDER THE ARMPITS) HE'S CURSED. LISTEN. HE'S CURSED

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@phantasmaw (for imelda) | starter call

who? who, who? who does that beautiful voice belong to? and apparently, faina isn't the only one who appreciates her song; a small crowd has formed. she stands on tiptoes, trying to see over the crowd, but frustration quickly overtakes her features and she zaps the people directly in front of her, prompting them to move out of the way. just as quickly as it came, her sour mood leaves once she gets a better view of the singer.

when the song is over and the people begin to disperse, faina remains, clapping cheerfully. "encore, encore~!"

#faina; ic #phantasmaw #hope this is ok!

[illholy]

CAWS RIGHT IN HER EAR <3

█ 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 ,     always   loved

ears ringing. ❝  Did you just say you love me? ❞

#phantasmaw #phantasmaw : juda #* judith : i'll take that as a confession of love then. *ears bleeding*.

[chaoscrawls]

@phantasmaw continued from [here]

〈 ♕ * 〉 ┊  A shiver runs down the prince’s spine as ebony teeth brush against prickling skin. How traitorous his mind is, to conjure up sensations that prey on his yearning for something aside his own company. His body, though, is even more traitorous, with how it leans in, unbidden, to chase the infinitesimal contact. The frown on his lips deepens.       “On my mind…” he repeats, a whisper almost lost to the crackling of the fire in the hearth across the room– fire that does nothing to stave off the chill that’s been draped over his shoulders ever since he had acknowledged this most insistent hallucination. A humorless chuckle falls from his lips. “Wouldn’t you already know?” 

      With this, he turns in his chair to fully face the apparition. Long lashes hang low over half-closed eyes, giving off a sleepy, perhaps even bored countenance. But inside Visal’s chest, his heart trips and falls somewhere down into the very dredges of his ribcage. What a monstrous thing. All dark coils and smoky edges, he’s not entirely sure where they begin and where the smudged shadows of the study end. His gaze flicks up towards the the twin flames of violet sitting far back in the skull’s eye sockets. Once long ago, during the earliest days following his conception, an elder of the Qwythaerian courts had told him stories about the long-lost sun. Her words had painted a vivid picture of a light so bright it would burn its image into the eyes of whoever looked directly into it. At the time, he hadn’t understood. After all, he had nothing to draw comparison to in this dying world swaddled by eternal dusk. But now? Now he thinks, as he stares into the violet light, he might finally understand what that long-dead elder was talking about. 

       The longer he stares, the more his eyes sting. The corners of his vision waver. Another voice murmurs urgently into his ear, begging the chimerical prince to be cautious and clever. His jaw tightens.“I won’t believe a word of it. I can’t believe a word of it.” Visal sets the pen down on the now-forgotten diagram he had been in the middle of inking in. He pushes the chair back, stands, and steps forward. Just one step, and it’s still far closer than he’s ever willingly gotten to the being. He redirects his heavy-lidded gaze to the creature’s row of teeth. “…How about this, then. I’ll tell you something, you tell me something. Anything. Frankly, I’m tired of what I already know.”

Well, well, well weren't they being thoroughly spoilt tonight. Not only was the prince speaking to the god, but now they were getting full-on acknowledgement, with eye contact! Even the usual fight he had in him seemed to be dwindling. It amused the entity greatly.

"Ah, you humour me."

If their skull had allowed them to smile, they would have been positively beaming, instead those glowing orbs scrunched up into crescents, showing their companion just how pleased they were at this turn of events.

"Alright, tell me one of your secrets and in return, I will tell you one of my own. It is a good, fair trade."

With the man now closer than he had ever been before the creature finds themselves gravitating towards him, their clawed hands reaching out to cup his cheek. Instead of a kind gesture though it comes off much more alarming. Their flesh not meeting his own but their claws curling around him like harsh bars on a cage.

"In fact, if you tell me something I deem interesting I shall tell you a story, doesn't that sweeten things?"

#✺;;|| a guise of chaos #✺;;|| thread - phantasmaw #phantasmaw

[sangdelune-archive2]

╰ ☾ ✧ — @phantasmaw asked: fluffs up his hair for no other reason than they felt like it

↳ -: ☆ ( Unprompted ) ☆ :-

╰ ☾ ☆ * : ･ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋㅤ𝐒𝐍𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 for no other reason than he felt like it !

#// CUUUUUTE #ੈ ✩ ‧₊ ˚ ☾ My mother said that I was holy. My father said that I would burn. ✧ IC. #ੈ ✩ ‧₊ ˚ ☾ You are my star‚ I'm in your veins. ✧ ASK. #phantasmaw

[theircurse-archive4]

╰ ☆ ✧ — @phantasmaw asked: ❛ would you like to tag along ? ❜ - amby!

↳ -: ☆ ( See How They Run ) ☆ :-

╰ ★ █║ ⁞ —ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊; 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. Technically, the weird monster thing hasn't done anything to them yet ... but they were still just a BIT wary. What sort of business did a monster HAVE to tend to aside from weird organizations ( ... which really made them NO DIFFERENT from humans, really ) ? Still, they hear the other out, albeit in their OWN way.

╰ ✗ * . ⊹ ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ Where would we GO ? Your secret monster hideout or something ? ❜

#phantasmaw #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ Screaming breaks the silence. No reliance on my fading sanity. ◜☆◞ QUEUE. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ I was raised in a deep and dark hole; a prisoner with no parole. ◜☆◞ IC. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ They locked me up and took my soul‚ ashamed of what they’d made. ◜☆◞ UNKNOWN. #╰ (✪∀<) ~ *:･ﾟ✧ I’ll put a curse on that beautiful mind of yours. ◜☆◞ ASK.

[nvrcmplt]

Behemoth of an entity, walking with skin aglow and clothing soundless in the up winds. Weaponry upon shoulder - deadly as it is beautiful. Hood remains up, though breath visible in golden mist from serrated teeth and thin lips on porcelain-marble soft skin. He seemed on a mission, walking with limbs painfully thin and tightly wrapped in bindings of cotton bandage looks, though upon lights glimmer, the edges burned a holy gold and each piece shimmered with literature that burned the retina upon one's attempt of reading.

It never stopped, passing through the darkened street, making concrete glow in its wake but all the more be consumed in the darkness when he leaves it behind. Though that would be until it suddenly stops, turning to allow it's odd winged companion @phantasmaw to catch up at least a few steps before returning to its long gait.

#« ( Baalthia ) » IC. #baal with his new bestie crane #walkies together in the middle of the night #phantasmaw