#containsmultitvdes

[spellsandpixiedust]

@containsmultitvdes (cont. from here )

“Too much of everything, a mishmash of it all,” Hilda mused, “doesn’t that become a sort of nothing when seen from afar? Nothing in particular, I mean?”

The teen pulled her legs close to her chest, glancing down at the pixie perched beside her. Thanks to the plant she was resting upon, Aura was at eye level with her. It made conversation much easier.

“… It’s not all love, anyways. There’s hate and malice and anger and confusion, and all kinds of other shit too. You wouldn’t have ever been caught in that bottle by that horrible man otherwise, huh?”

Good thing she’d been along to fucking clock him and teach him a lesson and bust her out.

“Hmm”, the pixie audibly mulled over the wise words spoken by Hilda and with a tilted head, all wrapped up in thought, she came to a conclusion: “It’s not all love, yes.” She finally nodded in agreement and even her leaf seat bopped up and down in accordance.

“And even love can cut like a knife”, she furrowed her brows, “But that man. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t anger. Maybe not even malice. He was... he was...”, she stood up to allow for a little pacing on her leaf to help those thinking gears get moving. Then she stopped, and waving her index finger about portentously she announced: “Stupid.”

Yes. That sounded about right. “Not like you. You don’t fear what’s different. You listen. You’re wiser than the so called disciples of science.”

[phoenixfell]

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With a soft "hrm?", Ingvar turned his head, and, seeing the bird, he smiled. It was so bright, so beautiful, so--

It spoke. The giant's smile faded. His heart sank into the pit of his stomach. Maybe it climbed out of there and ran away, even, saved itself the horrific awkwardness of this situation.

... so condescending and rude.

Normally he would have been delighted at such as prospect as a bird speaking! But now-- Goddess. This was not good. This was not good at all. A million questions zipped about like bees in Ingvar's head behind those wide eyes. He was forgetting to breathe.

"They was," he admitted in a whisper, "b-but-- not I."

Cheep.

A tiny noise more befitting a tiny creature; the noise made as if, perhaps, it hadn’t spoke at all.  

He indeed derived a childish pleasure out of such nonsense; one day he would regain the entirety of his past lives’, but as it stood, he was essentially a toddler, whether he liked it or not.  

Primary concern of survival; safety, food, and such; first thinking that resting on such a large creature would be a good place to be; but maybe not if they all were dead.  

Cheep!

With more emotion, this time; he stood, shook himself, before settling back down, head tilting up at the massive face so close to him.  

[knightandknave]

How does your muse behave when they are with their best friend? & How does your muse behave when they are on their own, with nobody watching?

With best friends, Sota is marginally less flouncy--its the strangers, the crowd he feels more the need to perform for, but some things are habitual in his movement and behavior. If you’re a friend, he’s comfortable to be in your space, like hopping up on the arm of your chair to talk to you. His conversations will be more personal than showy or strictly business. The gossip. He’s all about it.

When nobody is watching, he likes to perform for himself. Singing as he puts in his earrings, spinning as he tries on a new outfit. He’ll talk to himself in front of the mirror or in private in general--thinking out loud or hey, what does a little pep talk hurt? 

Thriffith is chatty with good friends, and drops a bit of his strict politeness. He’s more comfortable to disagree with people he knows well, but also to get more into his old adventuring sort of spirit. His best friend Goodsword has seen all sides of him. 

It’s been a while since Thriffith has been alone alone. When he held the Scimitar, it was often in the room with him or close by, and the same goes for Goodsword, but there are moments. He gets sort of...fidgety and uncomfortable by himself. He isn’t used to it, and he’s struggling to trust himself by himself--at least he can get along. Being alone puts him on edge so you might find him doing a lot of self-soothing sort of behaviors.

[automaton-otto]

Otto, what's your favorite food?

(Thanks for the ask @containsmultitvdes) 

“Oh oh oh! Strawberries! I love strawberries!”

“Sorry I don’t really have a favorite food but that was the first thing that came to mind...I want Strawberry Shortcake now.” 

[ofauris-archived]

The thing was, when you attract the supernatural to you, things get messy quick.

Enforcers were nothing to sneeze at. They looked like hooded ghouls to everyone, and being touched by one was a terrible experience if you managed to get away. It was why she didn’t like going into towns. They would, inevitably, show up again to attack. She was a criminal, and the Enforcers would always be after her.

She’d gone into the village with the hood of her cloak up to cover her hair and face. Mostly for food, but some intel as well. They were getting low on rations, so restocking would be the best for them. Misella didn’t want to linger for too long, for the townspeople’s sake, but choosing food was difficult.

And Enforcers were quick. Misella had felt the presence of one, pulling out her dagger and shocking the storekeep, who had started to beg for her not to hurt him. Ignoring it, Misella twirled around to throw the dagger at the Enforcer. It hit, causing the cloaked ghoul to disperse and her dagger to fall harmlessly into the dirt.

After collecting the food, and her dagger, Misella started heading for the opposite end of the town. It was only when she heard footsteps that she stopped, pulling her dagger from its sheathe and turning to look at the person behind her.

“You shouldn’t be following me.” She said, frowning just a bit. “I’d suggest taking another route if you value your life.”

It was a caution more than a threat, but she kept the dagger gripped tightly... just in case this person decided to try anything.

@containsmultitvdes liked for a starter with Misella!

[twistedhxart]

@containsmultitvdes​ liked this post for a starter! (For Hilda)

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you."

[arrcwhead]

@containsmultitvdes​ said: Flowers sprouted, grew, and bloomed brightly in a matter of seconds as great, scarred fingers brushed along the ground, starting in close proximity, then moving out in a ring. A deep, gentle humming, surreal and calming as it filled the silence utterly, came from that great figure seated there, that giant, that Ingvar, as he did this. In the branches above, birds sang their songs, several even perched upon his broad shoulders.

It all ceased in an instant-- the humming, the new blooming, the birdsong, the birds on his shoulders-- with a flinch and a gasp as, behind him, he heard something. Someone. His blood felt like it was ice in his veins.

"W-Who-- who goest there?" he dared to ask, not brave enough to turn his head and check nor to ask for what reason they had come, whoever it was. Goddess above, he thought, he prayed! Please let it be a friend.

Aang was pretty sure—well, no, he was positive—he had never seen someone or something as huge as this particular loner. (And this was coming from a kid whose best friend was a sky bison, so—! Crazy, indeed.)

He wasn’t frightened of them—even if evidence pointed to the contrary when he kept himself hidden among the branches a good many lengths away. Pure and genuine curiosity had him watching quietly through the leaves, and mystification shaped his expression while the giant all but summoned an assortment of flowers by just the trace of gentle fingers. His humming practically thundered through the air, but it wasn’t jarring. It was... soothing, really. And it perhaps was what held Aang in a trance until the restlessness of a lemur on his shoulder outed them.

His first reaction to the tense question was an exceptionally futile “N-no one!” that rang out in a lilted pitch. Temporary loss of balance had Aang scramble to replenish his hold, but seemingly without point when he made the decision to then drop into the giant’s view.

“Er, well—” A sheepish hand slid over his nape. “Just me, I mean! Me and Momo.” The mentioned lemur shrunk back somewhat, though Aang instinctively pacified him with a scratch to his ear. “Sorry! I hope I didn’t interrupt something—promise I was just looking!” 

He craned his neck to see the new blooms surrounding the stranger.

“How’d you do that? I saw them just grow out of nowhere!”

[bxttenbound-archive]

@containsmultitvdes Followed the Magic

Two years and a handful of months the young Duchess would live in peace, away from any meddling mortals that would stumble upon her domain leaving her with all the time in the world to perfect her magic. Still being a student Missi made mistakes and at times with her spells and other potions she experimented with. No one had ever told her that this dark magic would as difficult as it is but she was determined to continue her studies. There was so much about the world that she had been blind to as a human, but now with her soul corrupted and her devotion to this path sealed nothing would stand in her way.

Though tonight had been different as her studies continued there was an odd. . . disturbance. Normally her familiar, Minose, would inform her of any kind of intruder but this felt different than the other mortals that would dare to come close to her castle.

The magic in the air wasn’t only not her own but the shift from the normal darkness that infected her home tantalized Missi’s curiosity. Packing up what she had been doing and storing her books away the Duchess would call for her feline familiar to help seek out this new, strange, sense of magic that permeated the air.

[vicsmusehub]

@containsmultitvdes​ said: send   ‘ 🌲 ‘   for your muse to find mine stuck in a tree, unable to get down.  (-Ingvar, if I may...?)

Under a shady tree

Great. This is just fantastic. Her broomstick is unreachable, she has a broken ankle and now she’s stuck in this damn tree... Can this day get any worse?

Thankfully, it seems her luck starts to change as she spots someone walking up to the tree. Thank the goddess, there is hope.

“Yoo hoo! Hello down there! A little assistance, please? I’m stuck and I can’t get my broomstick out of the tree!”

[phoenixfell]

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This was not the first time the Observer had visited Firelord Ozai in his imprisonment. It had been justice which he had been greatly satisfied to see: one who believed firebending be so superior to all other elements that he ought to conquer the world and bend it to his will using it could no longer firebend, and he was imprisoned for his crimes against humanity. Fitting, he surmused.

"What brings you to that conclusion?" he questioned, unable to hide the chuckle from his voice and ultimately unwilling to, standing there with nonchalantly-confident posture as always, cigarette smoking and attire not of this multiverse. "Enlighten me, what makes you believe you won't serve every second of your sentence, Phoenix King?"

The ersatz title is spoken mockingly.

“I do not have to justify myself to you.”

No--no, he did not and he stoically reminded himself of the fact.

“Do you think you’re the first to come and say such things to me?  No.  And you will not be the last.”

Teeth clenched.  He would not give the vision the satisfaction of turning to look.

“I will find my freedom.  One day.  Somehow.  Begone.”

[ayakoito]

“Humans...! They think they own everything…” (-Ingvar)

"Indeed they do," Ayako remarked, tilting her head a little to indicate Ingvar's current mood. His statement was negatively tinged, but she could not deny it in the least. She did not take herself out of the equation in the process.

"Are you saying that because it just popped into your head, or did something happen to reinforce that opinion?"

[knightandknave]

“You must have been having your reasons. You must have. But you are surely knowing, deep down, that none of this is being right.” (-Ingvar, for Thriffith, if I may!)

SNOWPIERCER (TV) SENTENCE STARTERS

He clamped his hands fast over the talisman in his hands. 

“But I know it is--” his head turned away. “This isn’t safe. Someone ought to take it into the right hands. Magic items of this power are too dangerous as is.” Thriffith brought his clasped hands to his chest. 

“And it is my stead to keep people protected in any way that I can.”

[scarescrape]

@containsmultitvdes​ sent:

“ what’s the plan here ? “ for, indeed-- Ciri had only ever fought wraiths, never ghosts like the Boo which she and Luigi were currently encountering. The man in the green cap appeared well-equipped, if not quite nervous.

((I hope it's ok if I send this even though I'm still working on the info for this canon muse!))

     Truth be told, that was a good question. Luigi didn’t really have a solid plan, other than to either get rid of or escape the ghosts ahead. Luckily for him, he had his Poltergust on hand, which really just looked like a vacuum cleaner with some fancy modifications.

     “Ah... no,” he admitted right off the spot, “I never do...”

     Luigi tightened his grip on the vacuum’s nozzle as he took a few steps forward and scoped out the area. The place didn’t look much different to the haunted mansions he’s seen before, with the fancy Victorian style of it all. Yet, it felt a bit more... grim? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Luigi didn’t feel right about this, more so than he usually did around the spectral.

[asoulofstars]

Are there any forbidden kinds of magic? Who regulates it, and what are the punishments?

Oof. This is something I hadn’t thought about. I will add this to the list of “to be developed”.

[pinevalley]

what’s your favorite way to dress?

obscure asks - accepting!

ah i prefer loose pants (soft sweatpants! or pj pants bc i can get away with that nowadays) and t-shirts and sweatshirts! anything soft and warm and loose makes me happy, it’s just really comfortable! most of my t-shirts are either sports shirts or old shirts i got from gift shops in hotels agsgd just super casual!

[spellsandpixiedust]

4. hat characters would you love to interact with in the future?5. What is something you wish others would understand about your muse? 8. What do you wish other writers in the RPC would do more often?

What characters would you love to interact with in the future?

Any character who disagrees with Liam would be cool; vastly different world view, especially criticising Liam’s unhealthy or illegal habits and actions. He’s an addict after all, a petty criminal, dabbles in the darkest of magic, consorts with dangerous people and his reckless behaviour has cost people’s lives in the past. There’s a lot to disagree with. There’s a lot to not like about Liam. I think it’d be fun to explore a dynamic of this kind more.

What is something you wish others would understand about your muse?

That Liam strictly separates romantic affection from platonic friendship. Lovers and potential lovers may touch him. Hell, he’ll probably cling to them like a koala to an eucalyptus tree. Everyone else? Keep. Your. Distance. Liam doesn’t like to be touched by others, it makes him feel violated. Although rationally he does understand it’s meant as a gesture of affection, he will most likely still flinch or force himself to suffer through it if he’s good friends with them.

What do you wish other writers in the RPC would do more often?

Treat roleplaying as a hobby. You got no time? Your partners got no time? Cool. It’s a hobby. No hard feelings there. Also if you wanna be selective, that’s cool too. Write what you want with whomever you want. Be selective and accept that others can be selective as well, even if that means that they don’t wanna roleplay with you. There’s a lot of blame game bullshit going on in the rpc where I think we could just live and let live. If I was everyone’s cuppa tea, I’d be a mug.