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He had left camp most of the day, having taken a few of his strongest men out with him to see what there could possibly be to hunt. Admittedly, they didn't come back empty handed and there was enough to feed everyone but he wasn't happy.

He was so tired. He wanted to lay down with Kaveh and Hephaestion and never wake up again, his feet dragged, his shoulders slumped. Not with physical exhaustion but a deep mental tiredness that was far stronger than the longest stretch of sleepless nights.

When they came back to camp he noticed it was quiet. He swore people wouldn't look at him, and the air felt different but he didn't think much of it as he dragged his feet to their shared tent.

Pulling open the flap he was about to greet his lovers but words stopped in his throat at what he found. The two men tangled in a physical embrace, vines wrapped around them, flowers blooming and both were so very still. Hephaestion's pale face had turned almost grey and his lips almost had a hint of blue.

His mind would not let him look long enough to see Kaveh before his eyes peeled away.

He turned, skirting around them to go to the far right of the tent where he kept a some of the few belongs that could be salvaged before they left Okhema behind for good. There wasn't much except for his ring. The signet ring, the last connection son and mother shared.

He couldn't bear to look at it long. He looked away then saw them again and like a moth being pulled into the flame his body moved on it's own and he kneeled before the pair. He didn't touch either of their bodies, he couldn't bear to know they may have long gone cold. No, he plucked a single flower from the vines and simply stared at it.

It fell apart in his hands, petals falling away until there was practically nothing left.

Then he got up. A numbness coming over him and everything went red, until it didn't.

And oh, how he wished it hadn't left him so soon as he looked upon the bodies and destruction across the camp. There were a few more jarring than the rest, his eyes found one woman half submerged in a large pot that must have been ripped from it's place above the fire beside it. A man, or he thought it was a man that body was so mangled all he could really see was one broken thing with skin of purple and black.

He didn't feel anything as he walked through the carnage, his feet carrying him away from camp.

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//Funny thought because I'm bored waiting to go to my dog sitting jobs think of this random person with a 'fight the biggest guy in prison' personality, but all the time, everywhere. Then that same person meeting Mydei as king and just starts throwing hands.

I like to think it's fifty/fifty whether or not as far as Mydei is concerned that it actually ends up benefiting the random person that randomly tries to fight him.

Because on one hand; he's pissed and that man goes from 'is' to 'was' with the same level of wrath as a mildly inconvenienced hipoo.

On the other hand; he respects the balls and does something nice, and resonates with the honey badger mentality as a man with a honey badger mentality, for at least being stupid enough to try him. Like not turn that person into a 'was'.

ref.

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Com-MUN-ication Meme

🥰 I secretly admire you

🤓 I don't dare talk to you, but I enjoy reading your threads

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

🙂 How are you, mun?

🤔 I want to write with you, but I don't know how our muses might interact

💡 I have a plot idea for our muses

😕 I want to ship with you, but our muses have never interacted

😔 I want to ship with you, but I don't know if you're interested

❤ I want us to be mains

💞 I want us to be exclusives

💍 I want us to be ship exclusive

💘 I want to discuss romantic ships with you

💚 I want to discuss platonic ships with you

🖤 I want to discuss hate ships with you

💜 I want to discuss familiar ships with you

😇 Can you write a starter for our muses, please?

😄 Can you send me some memes, please?

💖 I love you, mun!

🌟 You're my favorite blog

😊 We should talk more OOC

😓 There's a thread I'm waiting for you to reply, but I don't want to feel like I'm rushing you

😬 I want to send you a meme about (x), is it okay?

❣ I want to write fluff with you

👄 I want to write romance with you

🔥 I want to write smut with you

😭 I want to write angst with you

😱 I want to write horror with you

🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU

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//Nothing like watching a video of who would win in a fight a wolverine or a honey badger to remind you that Mydei is just as weasel coded as he is cat coded.

Before I get cancelled hear me out, how often do you see a lion tackling an adult cape buffalo head on by itself? Probably not often? Meanwhile I just saw a video of a wolverine going head on with an elk clinging to it's head with the fury only something over compensating with aggression can do. And honey badgers paws are rated E (for everyone).

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UPDATED ROSTER:

(And reminder these muses are the muse to I try to keep mostly/semi-canon compliant outside of aus. For those that wants muses where canon compliance is optional it's my kinda sort of multifandom blog over @caryxphyllus)

Aglaea. Anaxa. Aventurine. Blade. Cipher. Dan Heng. Feixiao. Gepard. Jing Yuan. Kafka. Krateros. March. Mydei. Phainon. Robin. Sampo. Sunday.

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Admittedly, when he accepted his "end" he had been eager. So many days of just barely pushing his body further out of sheer determination, curiosity and utter spite. He had heard many were at peace when death claimed them, like going to sleep. He could not say he felt the same.

His more was his body quite literally giving out on him and the bitter realization that death would soon have him, and he simply chose to go on his own terms.

He had suspected that if his theory were correct he would wake but he did not know to what. So when he did wake it was to the most intense pain behind his remaining eye that he had ever felt and to the feeling of something touching one of his hands he still managed to be caught off guard. What he saw he wasn't entirely sure he could identify. "What... are you?"

Owed starter for @chasmanthum || Corrupted Gods Verse (Anaxagoras)

【Uneasy lies the head that bears the burden of knowledge】

Feather soft touch anchors the slumbering heir to the present, his hand raised with one unnaturally elongated finger alone. When he inevitably regains consciousness and thought enough to gaze upon them, he would be met with a veiled entity towering over him.

With antlers that raise towards the sky, a gentle smile shrouded behind the veil, six arms and multiple eyes each swiveling in his direction, blinking at odd intervals, the Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus is as beautiful as they are horrifying.

【Awaken, dear Professor. Lest your body becomes not of your own】

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Peace was a rarity now a days. He was worn, like an old blade that had been used to many times and never given an ounce of proper care and upkeep. He wanted to simply give up, but he couldn't not when his people still needed their god... or sorry excuse for one.

Just at the thought he scoffed and laughed in the privacy of his tent, "gods... what a joke. I wonder if those gods worshiped beyond this forsaken planet are as powerless as we are? The day I meet a god worthy of such praise is the day I swear myself to them."

Earlier in the night he had heard banter, citizens or soldiers going back and forth like it was just a normal day and that there wasn't something lurking around the edges wanting to strike. He knew it was coming he was sure it was coming. Whether that be monsters of the Black Tide or those sorry Okhemans that thought they could steal their resources.

Naturally there was always noise throughout the long sleepless nights he endured waiting for a threat to come looking for them. While there were no roars of pride anymore, there was almost always the sound of guards doing their rounds or people chattering. Talking back and forth.

So when registered that it all went silent he felt a chill run up his spine. His hands curled into fists as he got to his feet, just in time for something to come into his tent.

"Who are you?" He snarled.

Owed starter for @chasmanthum || Corrupted Gods Verse (Mydei)

Nights in the encampment are seldom quiet. Though much progress had been accomplished with the suppression of the Black Tide and it's monstrosities, the hardwon peace they seized is an uneasy one. Resurgence is always possible. They cannot rest. Not for long.

Hence, it is not unusual for the sound of patrolling footsteps and crackling fires to be heard. Interspersed only occasionally by the call of insects in the distance.

What is unusual however is absolute silence. Bodies lie upon the grounds of the encampment, sprawled out, with only the rise and fall of their chests to indicate they are simply in deep sleep.

A lone figure approaches from the horizon. Flowers blooming in rich abundance with each step they take. Shrouded in a long flowing cloak, they carry with them the faint fragrance of honeysuckles in the wind.

And as they neared the entrance of the Kremnoan prince's tent, it parts as though in invitation. What greets Mydeimos' eyes is an indisputable existence. Divinity in all it's glory, descended from the stars.

Evidence. That what was rooted in his chest, what he dared not voice, exists in tangible form.

Something had heard him. Something from beyond the skies.

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//Semi-Hiatus Notice: So let it be known I love hoyo games and I have not done the 3.5 update yet. I love the story telling, characters and so on but my hoyo hyperfixation as far as HSR goes are my Amphoreus muses. Which in lies the problem that, as of 3.4, they are all dead which while it won't stop me from writing them Amphoreus is such a long arc and my attention span is very finite, mixed with my distrust of Hoyo keeping them dead (which is fine if they do) makes it very hard to say "ok these characters are dead" and move on.

And seeing as far as I can tell Hoyo is focused on Amphoreus' story until at least 3.6-3.7 and the updates are long af so there is nothing else pulling me back in for now. So until the conclusion of Amphoreus as of right now I will be keeping this blog probably on the queue, closing my inbox and waiting until the end end of the arc to come back and update how I plan to write the Amphoreus muses after that.

Unless Mydei gets a rerun and someone is so awesome as to tell me (please please pleeeease tell me) and I go through and playthrough while trying to pull for Mydei.

YOU CAN STILL REQUEST MY MUSES AND I AM STILL OPEN FOR PLOTTING OR I WOULD PUT THIS BLOG ON ACTUAL HIATUS! But I am just going to focus more on ZZZ for a little while.

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One of her ear's flicked as she sat on her haunches. Tail flicking haphazardly as she eyed him. Trying to figure him out, it was that she didn't believe his talk about appearing or disappearing. She knew the trick, hell this is what her trick is. And it wasn't like her list of other tricks were short.

Plus most of the time she couldn't say she didn't appreciate someone that was playing a similar game. At least when she wasn't working on robbing someone.

Right now, she wanted to know why he was here if wasn't bullshitting her. If they had the same goal then she didn't want him catching on and getting it before she could. She already put to much work into this just for some guy to come and one up her.

Still, she supposed there wasn't much harm in a little truth along with a blatant lie. So she smiled at him, "this thing? Just a smoke box. Got a festival back in the city and I'm just making a prop for it. Nothing super fancy. Didn't want anyone stealing my project before I couple display it."

     Fingers waved like a fan, teasing  &&  coy. It ought to be noted that as he waltzed closer, the soles of his shoes didn't quite connect with the ground below, at least not in any meaningful way that would cause an auditory tremor. He was quite light on his feet, necessary for his line of work when it all went wrong  &&  part of a toolbox of tricks  &&  gadgets that many were unaware that he even had.

     The biggest piece of it all was reliant upon his loose arrangement with one that might find great joy in the trickery of this world, but he would not dare air out such information just to hold one over Cipher. Oh no !  Such things would come at a price typically  &&  it was much more fun leaving one guessing.      ❝  Maybe I did ~  Leaving in a puff of smoke is pretty easy, so this isn't much different.  ❞

     After throwing her a wink with no heavy flirtation attached, his head tilted down to the trap. While he likes to act disinterested about an idea not born out of his own head, his greens swept over with clear intrigue.     ❝  Sooo, whatcha working on ?  It looks pretty unassuming but... ❞     Sharp gaze snapped up, only for Sampo to momentarily shut his eyes into crescents as he smiled.     ❝  You're far more clever than that, aren't you, sweetheart ~ ?   ❞

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//Okay carrd is updated, going to go ahead and say this blog for the time being is going to run off the queue. I'll try to answer stuff enough to last a couple days. Leave then come back until I'm feeling more eager to be here.

I have moved almost all of my HSR muses over here for convenience outside of the ones that are canonically dead (minus Aglaea, Anaxa and Mydei), canon divergent or I have very high doubts they will get used more than once or twice every blue moon so I can basically focus on just doing drafts here and only doing drafts for the time being.

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She was not truly sure what death would entail for her, but she had expected the outcome when those vipers decided to strike. Death had not been the regret, it was inevitable and she would not grieve that part. What she had grieved is knowing that because of a woman like Canis Phainon would bear the brunt of such a cruel responsibility.

Or at least she had at the time of her last breath. Now she felt nothing. Nothing besides numbness as she heard a voice speaking.

But when her eyes opened, while she could not truly see she knew there was something there. She also knew she was not where she had died. At least it didn't feel like it.

She didn't not recognize that voice but she did listen. She was not swayed, she would not swoon no matter how soft and seemingly kind. But she did consider, Amphoreus was doomed. Well and truly doomed. All this would be pointless if it died anyway. But that wasn't what was important now, if this being had the power to find her then it had to have a price.

"No. I do not, but tell me. Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Owed starter for @chasmanthum || corrupted verse Aglaea

Submerged in the blistering heat of molten gold, all sounds are muffled beneath the surface. All except for one; An unfamiliar yet soothing hum reverberating in the air.

Multiple hands dipped into the water. Her consciousness is fast dispersing. Only faint traces of the Chrysos Heir's remnants linger as though in reflection of her determination.

The Thousand Handed Merciful Medicus plucks at amber strings, coiling them idly around their fingers.

【How...tragic. Your time is coming to an end, blessed Seamstress. Soon, you will be subjected to another cycle of suffering anew.】

To have devoted her entire lifespan in protecting Amphoreus and be rewarded with such an unjust end...

【You gave them your heart. But they did not want it.】

Their voice is soft. A gross mimicry of human sympathy rest upon their brows.

【Now you lay in here, weaving every bit of strength that remains into your creations, into blessings for your kind. Tell me, dear Seamstress. Do you truly wish to leave?】

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JING YUAN LITERALLY PSPSPSPS YUNLI

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//I might (will) redo my carrd. Since I am going back and keep realizing that it is a hot disorganized mess and I will just say fuck it and start over. For anyone that is interested I'll probably make a post about it when I'm done.

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He crossed his arms, already hearing his mother and Krateros now. You're acting like a mother hen, she is a woman not a child that needs coddling, his mother would probably say. A Kremnoan Queen should be a formidable warrior, Krateros would say.

So he scoffed and begrudgingly relent.

"Fine, but..." what could he possibly say that would make him sound like some overly controlling husband? Nothing. There was nothing he could say so he relented, "actually never mind forget I said anything. As long as you don't hide any more serious injuries from me."

She sighs, rubbing her neck. Of course, she's used to the idea that she actually can fight and that she's the knight's captain. Maybe it's below her station now to spar with the guards or practice as much, but it was hard to say no to a duel.

"It was just at the training grounds, I was sparring with a few warriors learning the blade." She admits. "Please don't worry, I'm fine. If I was worse, I would tell you. It's not as though I'm about to walk the West Wind, Mydei."

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behind the scenes

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So his smell was obvious? No wonder he got caught then. He would have to change soaps then, he had thought he had done fairly well with what he had found. Well and truly unscented but that would be something he could fix later. For now...

"I won't be gone long." Worst comes to worst he can just escape jail again. "A few days at most."

@chasmanthum - ❛ i'll just disappear without a trace , ❜ - moze to jiaoqiu \ I'M THE ERROR YOU HIDE ,

( 🍜 )      ❝   .. IF YOU MUST. but do know that i would miss your silent presence and the comfort that your scent brings ------- which you do have despite your attempts to skulk about completely unknown.   ❞

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The most honest answer