#starlit musing

[dao-the-starlight]

me when analyzing the stupid little VN character makes me realize something new about myself YET AGAIN

[starlit-eudemonia]

Has anyone seen the dessert trend on TikTok where the intensity they open their mouth, dance, or get closer to the camera is amount they like the dessert? That would be on mhin’s fyp. They wouldn’t do the trend but they would silently think abt their answers while watching. I feel like they would be so close for carrot cake or apple pie.

[gloamios]

@darkencdcosmos  murmured:  Sometimes,  when  their  sweetheart  was  very  busy,  Epiales  had  a  little  plan.  They  would  call  and  book  an  appointment  with  a  fake  voice  under  an  alias  for  a  therapy  session  and  then  just  waltz  right  into  their  office.  Steal  back  some  time.  So  right  now  that's  just  what  they  did,  a  proud  little  smirk  on  their  face  as  they  close  the  door  behind  them  and  hang  their  jacket  and  hat  up.  "I  am  so  in  need  of  some  medicine,  doc.  Wife-style  medicine."  They  plop  down  on  the  couch  happily  (noir  verse  for  Eleos)

⸻   ˗ˏˋ  ꒰   🍓🔪  ꒱  ˎˊ˗  ⸻

eleos  was  preparing  for  the  next  session,  gathering  the  intake  forms  and  blank  note  paper  on  her  desk,  tucking  away  notes  from  the  previous  client,  when  the  door  opens.  they  look  up,  pale  eyes  wide  as  they  prepare  to  gently  steer  this  client  to  take  a  seat.  upon  realizing  who  this  is,  eleos  narrows  their  eyes,  trying  to  fight  the  smile  on  her  face. 

“you  are  incorrigible.  impossible,  even.”  even  as  the  words  flow,  eleos  stands  and  moves  over  to  her  spouse,  hands  on  her  hips.  “you  keep  doing  this.  one  of  these  days  i'm  going  to  have  to  change  my  appointment  procedures." 

now  they  stand  before  epiales,  unable  to  keep  the  smile  from  their  face.  they  are  happy  to  see  their  spouse,  always,  but  they  have  to  tease,  just  a  little  bit.  she  sighs  and  cups  their  face,  leaning  down  to  inspect  them,  assessing  them  for  any  obvious  weight  on  their  mind. 

“and  i  told  you  we  can  only  play  doctor  at  home,”  she  whispers,  just  to  see  their  response.

[prplocks]

ᴄᴏᴍᴇʙᴀᴄᴋ: ᴍᴏᴏɴʙʏᴜʟ

starlit of muse

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[starlitkintsugi]

I really need to figure out a tagging system for the ones I was close to and not just my own kins lmao

Maybe I’ll try and figure that out 🤔

[anestofmuses]

Muse Profile: Trudy Murray

Wayfinder draped in starlight

Basic Details:

Name: Trudy Lena Murray

Age: Between late forties to early four hundreds.

Title:  Drifting starlight

Fighting Style: Great sword and Axe based combat alongside magical abilities

Gender: Genderfluid (all pronouns)

Occupation:  Dimensional traveler

Faith: An esoteric faith system based on different Tyrian religions

Birthday: 3rd January

Likes:  Strawberry Tarts,  their wife, her husband,  his kids, knitting, pottery, tarot card reading, traveling,

Dislikes:  betrayal, liars, cabbages, medical tables, injustice

Appearance Details:

Hair colour:  red ( purple energy like plasma in demonic form)

Eye colour:  Hazel (purple in demonic form)

Skintone:  pale, (mottle grey with “cracks” of purple energy)

Height:  5’9ft (7 in demon form)

Weight:  “Never you bloody well mind”

Country of Origin:  The human Kingdom of Kryta, Tyria

Ethnicity: Ascalonian/Canthan (Marongite demon)

Nationality:  Krytan

Deeper Details:

Deeper Appearance:

At first glance, Trudy seems to be just a regular masculine human, their hair a long, dark red that is often side shaved or dyed in different colours depending on their mood.  In this guise they are dotted with all sorts of  colourful tattoos, most notably their entire right arm  is covered in delicate vines  decorated with desert roses, purple iris flowers and lavender. The  left arm however was a completely metallic prosthetic inlaid with amethyst like crystals. But to those attuned to the spiritual,shadows seem to stick to Trudy just a bit too closely. Her eyes seemingly flashing from hazel to purple  in seconds.

In his demonic form, any sense of regular human vanishes. Instead of two hazel eyes, their are six, glowing eyes of purple, their legs seemingly vanishing into shadows, while all but one of their gour arms  match that mottled ash grey skin. Strangely still is the golden mask they wear, as if hiding even further horrors Yet…

Personality:

Trudy, regardless of true form or disguise. Is what can only be called the ultimate mom friend. Dependable, prone to fussing over those he cares for. But with quite the temper if provoked. On first  appearances, they are a polite, gentle person who would fit right at  home at the ballroom and  warfront alike. Conducting themself with an affable but professional demeanor. Get to know Trudy on a more personal note however and the regalness is replaced with a complete and utter dork of person. They make and enjoy the most terrible of puns. Yap for hours about the science of each place they ever visit and yearn to learn everything there is to know about different cultures and their spiritual practices.

Deeper still, to the few they called friends or family  and Trudy reveals a thoughtful, yet wounded person. Who has seen far too many wars and battles to pretend that there is  such a thing as good war. Who often wonders if she is even all that good a person. Despite their centuries of selflessly protecting and fighting for the freedom of all.

Bio:

The (legally) eldest child of the polyamrous throuple, Kazumi, Aidan and Edith Murray, nobiles of Kyrta, Trudy spent their entire mortal life being some sort of hero, from being a humble Seraph soldier, to fighting Elder Dragons, renegade gods and all manner of monsters as a member of The Pact or Order of Whisper. Then the hardest job in their world, being the parent of a pile of magic wielding children.  But even heroes need a vacation. When her children were all grown, her home world was relatively safe and no longer falling apart at the seams. It was time for Trudy to finally put himself first for a change. Using the knowledge amassed over their four hundred-ish years  Trudy  began to Travel the  dimensions beyond Tyrian’s section of The Mists.

But Did a Tyrian human, who’s average life span was 120-ish surpass that and reach 400?

..Well  her ancestor followed Abaddon and long ago and now her entire bloodline could choose to become Margonites, demonic long living creatures of The mists. But that’s the boring stuff.

What was more interesting to Trudy was the ability to see other worlds. So he went into the unknown.. A plan in mind, spend a hundred years traveling before returning home.

It’s now her tenth year of Travel..

[lunarburdened]

new tag dump so that i know for CERTAIN what my tags are lol

[moni-byul]

HOTLADYWITHSWORDHOTLADYWITHSWORDHOTLADYWITHSWORDHOTLADYWITHSWORDHOTLADYWITHSWORDHOTLADYWITHSWORDHOTLADYWITHSWORDHOTLADYWITHSWORD

[pandorias-box]

Ok so miss alternate pandoria, I got some good news and bad news regarding what the critters of this world can do, what do you want first?

The…good news?

I fear as if I ask for the bad news, it will completely change my perspective on this world and those that inhabit it.

And how do you know my name?! That is classified information!

[everyone-sacritic]

Starlit of Muse, Moonbyul

[dyingstarsinyoursky]

I got my Moonbyul's Starlit of Muse albums today.

The photobooks are so beautiful that I almost got tears in my eyes.

[dao-the-starlight]

This goes out to all of my people with nonverbal MCs, does anyone else get some kind of whiplash when replaying the prologue and seeing your MC talk a whole bunch on their own accord?

Don’t misunderstand this isn’t a critique or call out of any kind I know this happens because it’s simply just too early for the game’s code to recognize your MC is supposed to be nonverbal, but I’m always caught off guard by it whenever I go to replay and I’m curious if I’m the only person that feels like this

[starlit-eudemonia]

If Leander and Sen are both a category of undead (Leander-a necromancer or Lich//Sen - a reanimated corpse) then I think it would be like a root, sprouting in two different ways. Sen’s would explore the storyline of dealing with grief, terminal illness themes, the price of immortality (negatively) and the value of medical consent. Whereas Leander will explore the loneliness of immortality, power hunger/greed, and the ideas of heroism and how they can be perverted/skewed to your own ideals and you essentially "lose the plot" of your code

[symphonicsoul]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Neither pair of eyes look up when footsteps enter room. The historian is perched in bed again, health failing for the day as it had so many times in years long past. Mint green eyes are focused in on the book in pale hands as the man of orange reads over the words as quietly as his mist.

"You can join us if you want Sielu, it's no trouble." The younger of the pair says as the dawn turns only to stop as deep pink meets jade green. "Ah - ah Your Highness I didn't -"

"Am I interrupting something-?"

"N-no not at all."

A head of orange is raising, soft mint meeting jade moons as a smiles stretches out behind the man's mask.

"Minun Pilveni. What can we do for you, Highness?" (My Pilvi)

That's enough of a welcome for the prince to enter as his weight shifts from side to side making his way across the room to take a seat beside the bed the historian occupies.

"What are you reading? Sorry I haven't -"

"Nonsense. I know you've been busy, Pilvi. There's no need for apologies. I'm just glad you're here and you're okay."

The Dawn shifts to pull a second chair up next to the young prince so he can join their conversation.

"Highness, we are aware that things that been complicated for you and for Sielu. We know Revon has needed your presence far beyond anything we could understand. It's alright that you've taken some time. We waited for you for sixteen years. Waiting a little longer is no trouble."

Jade drops down to his lap as hands stitch together to twist fingers into themselves. Fingers picking awkwardly at fingernails while the boy turned man starts fidgeting with what to do and what to say.

"I - I missed you both so much. I was so scared I lost you. I - did some pretty foolish things when you disappeared and I - "

A hand is moving from the lap of the man of pink to rest upon fidgeting hands in hopes of calming the lunar prince's nerves.

" -whatever you did is done, Highness. All that matters is you're here with us now."

There is a drop of his head as he nods, listening to the elder's words as the pink star speaks only for the orange to chime soon after.

"Come here, Highness. Come set with me. Let me hold you. It's been so long and I -please let me be this selfish."

So he rises, moves to shift himself up to the edge of the bed so he can perch himself next to the man of orange only for the starlight to reach forward and envelope him in his arms. Softly is he brought to the elder's chest, just as softly as tears start to rain like falling stars weeping from a sunlit dawn.

His mask floods back, lips pressing down with love behind the motion as they gently rest into snowy hair. His family. His binds. He's missed them all so much and how Opettaja Valo is acting now ... Is how he should have known it was all a trick.

This was the truth of it. This is what the man was really like. There was no ulterior motive or grand scheme to whisk him back into hell's grasp this time. This time it was just Opettaja Valo and Opettaja Aamunkoitto and this time he was safe.

He should have known. He should have known they would never be apart. He should have known Aamunkoitto would never leave Valo's side. Not with the state of his health and not since it seemed the state of said health hadn't improved even in all these years.

"Rakastan Sinua, Minun Pilveni. Paljon. Niin Paljon." (I love you my Pilvi. A lot. So much.)

And the scent of books and fresh ink is filling his senses to the brim. The smell of fresh tea and the soft dew of the morning. This was Opettaja Valo. No dust or mildew.

This was Tähtien for truth this time.

And he finds himself sinking into his hold. He finds himself sinking into his arms and melting against his chest so he can listen to the heartbeat that has always been a tad bit weaker than most but still proud all the same. He's sinking and he doesn't mind going under this time.

It's been so long...

The bed sinks down. There is weight just behind him and strong arms are reaching forward to wrap both himself and Valo within the embrace of the rising sun. He feels so small like this. He feels so small as he is neatly tucked into the space between both of them, and he doesn't have it in him to move because as Aamunkoitto's head leans down, he can feel the tears dropping onto his shoulder.

He's always been a crier. Despite the frowns and deep voices. Despite the strict rules and unwillingness to accept any of his tomfoolery, Opettaja Aamunkoitto has always been so quick to cry.

"I missed you so much, Highness. I was scared. So scared we lost you. I didn't know what to do. How to keep going. It was miserable. We thought you were -"

"But I'm not." The youngest sounds as he allows his body to fall into a low purr. "I'm not and I'm okay and I'm right here in your arms. I'm alive and you're not dreaming Opettaja. I promise you, I'm not a dream. I'm really here with you."

The tears rain harder. Both their souls storm. A torrential downpour that had been held a bay for so many years too long.

Both men can only hold on to him so tightly. Both men can only thank the heavens that he's okay. That he's alive and he doesn't know how to tell them the truth so for now he'll just allow himself to curl into their presence and he'll allow himself to be tucked away from the world where he can be safe within their arms.

He's no longer a child, long since grown into a man but for the next few moments he'll remain their boy just as they remember him. He doesn't have the heart to tell them they have to let go.

[rainbow-duckies]

Songs that have been stuck in my head these past few days 🫣

[marsw13]

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