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actual for real update on the blog move:

i have a url saved, i have aesthetics and pages picked out, i have about 10% of all bios written. i am going to be doing a soft opening of my megamulti sometime within the next month, with more muses to be added as real life allows me to sit down and put down their information. i plan on each muse having at least their basic stats and verses written out if nothing else once i open. i want to thank everyone on my multis for hanging on this long, as recent irl changes (moving! getting a new job! good things i promise!) have distracted me from my attempts to move the muses to the promised megamulti. it is being worked on, however, and i look forward to seeing you all there. in the interim, i can be reached @sinnhelmingr (my primary rp blog at the moment) and also on discord, which you can ask for over dms.

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ok so this has helped a whole bunch on other blogs and since i am struggling with this one for some reason, i think i’m going to do some muse shuffling over here as well.

if you follow this link, you can help me out by letting me know who to keep, who i might want to retire, and who to just not put so much focus onto. there’s a few muses in particular i have wrestled with removing due to certain events ooc, but i decided to leave it up to you guys.

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HOZIER’S  “WASTELAND, BABY!” SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to change pronouns, etc!

NINA CRIED POWER

‘ it’s not the waking, it’s the rising. ’ ‘ it is the grounding of a foot uncompromising. ’ ‘ it’s not forgoing of the lie, it’s not the opening of eyes. ’ ‘ it’s not the shade; we should be past it. it’s the light, and it’s the obstacle that casts it. ’ ‘ it’s the heat that drives the light. ’ ‘ it’s the heaven of a human spirit ringing. ’ ‘ and i could cry power. ’   ‘ it’s not the wall, but what’s behind it. ’ ‘ power has been cried by those stronger than me, straight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains if you love being free. ’

ALMOST (SWEET MUSIC)

‘ i came in from the outside, burned out from a joyride. ’ ‘ the same kind of music haunts her bedroom. ’ ‘ i’m almost me again. ’ ‘ i’m almost me again. she’s almost you. ’ ‘ i wouldn’t know where to start. ’ ‘ be still my foolish heart. ’ ‘ don’t ruin this on me. ’ ‘ let’s get lost and let the good times roll. ’ ‘ let’s smoke rings from this paper doll. ’ ‘ i got some color back. ’ ‘ i laugh like me again, she laughs like you. ’ ‘ the very thought of you, and i am blue. ’ ‘ i get along without you very well some other nights. ’

MOVEMENT

‘ i still watch you when you’re grooving. ’ ‘  you’re moving without moving. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m moved. ’ ‘ you are a call to motion. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m put to mind of all that i wanna be. ’ ‘ i could never define all that you are to me. ’ ‘ move me, baby. ’ ‘ you do it naturally. ’ ‘ honey, you’re atlas in his sleeping. ’ ‘ i recall something that’s gone from me. ’ ‘ when you move, i’m put in awe of something so flawed and free. ’

NO PLAN

‘ what a waste to say the heart could feel apart, or feel complete. ’ ‘ why would you make out of words a cage for your own bird, when it sings so sweet the screaming, heaving fuckery of the world? ’ ‘ why would you offer a name to the same old tired pain? ’ ‘ all things come from nothing. ’ ‘ my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand. ’ ‘ i know now that you understand. ’ ‘ there’s no plan. ’ ‘ there’s no race to be run. ’ ‘ the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun. ’ ‘ there’s no kingdom to come. ’ ‘ i’ll be your man if you got love to get done. ’ ‘ sit in and watch the sunlight fade. ’ ‘ it’s getting late. ’ ‘ there’s no hand on the rein. ’ ‘ as mack explained, there will be darkness again. ’ ‘ let the awful song be heard. ’ ‘ i know your beat, baby. ’ ‘ your secret is safe with me. ’ ‘ if secrets were like seeds, keep my body from the fire, hire a gardener for my grave. ’ ‘ if secrets were like seeds, when i’m lying under marble, marvel at flowers you’ll have made. ’

NOBODY

‘ it’s gin o’clock. ’ ‘ i think about you everywhere i go. ’ ‘ i’ve done everything and i’ve been everywhere. ’ ‘ i’ve been fed gold by sweet fools. ’ ‘ i’ve had no love like your love from nobody. ’ ‘ i’d be appalled if i saw you ever try to be a saint. ’ ‘ i wouldn’t fall for someone i thought couldn’t misbehave. ’ ‘ i once warmed my hands over a burning maserati. ’ ‘ why should we deny the truth? ’ ‘ we could have less to worry about  —  i won’t lie to you. ’

TO NOISE MAKING (SING)

‘ remember when you’d sing just for the fuck of it? ’ ‘ the look of it was as sweet as the sound. ’ ‘ i couldn’t name that feeling carried in that voice  —  was it that, or just the act of making noise that brought you joy? ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right, but who could call you wrong? ’ ‘ put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song. ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right. ’ ‘ you don’t have to sing it right, but sing it strong. ’ ‘ at best, you’ll find a little remedy. ’ ‘ at worst, the world will sing along. ’ ‘ we’d scuff up our shoes. ’ ‘ you didn’t always sing it right. ’ ‘ who could ask you to be unbroken or be brave again? ’ ‘ be unbroken. ’ ‘ be brave again. ’ ‘ who could ask you to be sound or to feel saved again? ’ ‘ stick around until you hear that music play again. ’ ‘ so honey, sing. ’ ‘ sing. ’ ‘ remember when you’d sing just for the love of it? and any joy it would bring? ’

AS IT WAS 

‘ there is a roadway, muddy and foxgloved, whenever i’d have life enough, my heart is screaming of. ’ ‘ and in a few days, i would be there, love. ’ ‘ whatever here that’s left of me is yours. ’ ‘ the highs hit the heights of my baby, and its hold had the fight of my baby. ’ ‘ the lights were as bright as my baby, ’ ‘ your love was unmoved. ’   ‘ tell me if, somehow, some of it remains, how long you would wait for me. ’ ‘ make your good love known to me. ’ ‘ tell me about your day. ’ ‘ and the nights were as dark as my baby, and half as beautiful too. ’

SHRIKE

‘ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted. ’ ‘ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted, but i’m singing like a bird about it now. ’ ‘ i’m singing like a bird about it now. ’ ‘ i couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted. ’ ‘ words hung above, but never would form  —  like a cry at the final breath that is drawn. ’ ‘ remember me. ’ ‘ remember me, love. ’ ‘ remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn. ’ ‘ i’d no idea on what ground i was founded. ’ ‘ all of that goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ then, when i met you, my virtues uncounted  —  all of my goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ all of my goodness is going with you now. ’ ‘ dragging along, following your form, hung like the pelt of some prey you had won. ’ ‘ i’m hung like the pelt of some prey you had one. ’ ‘ remember me when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn. ’ ‘ i fled to the city with so much discounted. ’ ‘ i fled to the city with so much discounted, but i’m flying like a bird to you now. ’ ‘ i’m flying like a bird to you now. ’ ‘ i’m flying like a bird to you now, back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted. ’ ‘ i was housed by your warmth. ’ ‘ i was thus transformed by your grounded and giving and darkening scorn. ’

TALK

‘ i’d be the voice that urged orpheus when her body was found. i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground. ’ ‘ i’d be the dreadful need in the devotee. ’ ‘ i’d be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice. ’ ‘ imagine being loved by me. ’ ‘ i won’t deny  —  i’ve got in my mind now all the things i would do. ’ ‘ i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you. ’ ‘ i’d be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love. ’ ‘ i’d be the sweet feeling of release. ’

BE

‘ be as you’ve always been. ’ ‘ lover, be good to me. ’ ‘ be like the love that discovered the sin, that freed the first man and will do so again. ’ ‘ be that hopeful feeling when eden was lost. ’ ‘ it’s been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed. ’ ‘ which side of the wall really suffers that cost? ’ ‘ be love in its disrepute. ’ ‘ love, in its disrepute, scorches the hillside and salts every root. ’ ‘ watch the slowing and starving of troops. ’ ‘ be like the rose that you hold in your hand, that will grow bold in a barren and desolate land. ’ ‘ love, won’t you be as you’ve always been? ’

DINNER & DIATRIBES

‘ this club here is stuck up. ’ ‘ i knew well from our first hookup the look of mischief in your eyes. ’ ‘ your friends are a fate that befell me. ’ ‘ hell is the talking type. ’ ‘ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ’ ‘ that’s the kind of love i’ve been dreaming of. ’ ‘ honey, i laugh when it sinks in. ’ ‘ the evening is slowing. ’ ‘ the end is in sight. ’ ‘ it’s easier knowing what you’d do to me tonight. ’ ‘ let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised. ’ ‘ let there be damage ensued and tabloid news. ’

WOULD THAT I 

‘ i saw your hair like the branch of a tree  — a willow dancing on air before covering me. ’ ‘ that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me. ’ ‘ the sound of the saw must be known by the tree. ’ ‘ i fretted fire, but that was long ago. ’ ‘ i blink in sight of your blinding light. ’ ‘ it’s not tonight where you hold me tight. ’ ‘ you’re good to me. ’ ‘ with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet. ’ ‘ like the ashes of ash, i saw rise in the heat. ’ ‘ i fell in love with the fire long ago. ’ ‘ with each love i cut loose, i was never the same. ’ ‘ i’m watching still-living roots be consumed by the flame. ’ ‘ i was fixed on your hand of gold laying waste to my loving long ago. ’ ‘ in awe, there i stood. ’ ‘ though i’ve handled the wood, i still worship the flame. ’ ‘ as long as the amber of ember glows, all the would that i’d loved is long ago. ’

SUNLIGHT 

‘ i would shun the light. ’ ‘ share in evening’s cool and quiet. ’ ‘ who would trade that hum of night for sunlight? ’ ‘ but whose heart would not take flight? ’ ‘ but whose heart would not take flight, betray the moon as acolyte, on first and fierce affirming sight of sunlight? ’ ‘ i’d been lost to you. ’ ‘ i flew like a moth to you. ’ ‘ oh, your love is sunlight. ’ ‘ all the tales the same, told before and told again. ’ ‘ a soul that’s born in cold and rain knows sunlight. ’ ‘ oh, my sunlight. ’ ‘ all that was shown to me, sunlight, was something foreknown to me. ’ ‘ all these colors fade for you only. ’ ‘ hold me. ’ ‘ carry me slowly. ’ ‘ each day, you’d rise with me. ’ ‘ know that i would gladly be the icarus to your certainty. ’ ‘ strap the wing to me. death trap-clad, happily, with wax melted, i’d meet the sea. ’

WASTELAND, BABY!

‘ all the fear and the fire of the end of the world happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl. happens great, happens sweet. ’ ‘ happily, i’m unfazed here, too. ’ ‘ wasteland baby, i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ baby, i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ all the things yet to come are the things that have passed: like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass. ’ ‘ i’m in love with you. ’ ‘ and i love too that love soon might end. ’ ‘ be still, my indelible friend. you are unbreaking. ’ ‘ you are unbreaking, though quaking. ’ ‘ that day that we watch the death of the sun; the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on. ’ ‘ you gaze unafraid as they sob from the city ruins. ’ ‘ the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen. ’ �� not an end, but the start of all things that are left to do. ’ ‘ that’s it. ’

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ok so this has helped a whole bunch on other blogs and since i am struggling with this one for some reason, i think i’m going to do some muse shuffling over here as well.

if you follow this link, you can help me out by letting me know who to keep, who i might want to retire, and who to just not put so much focus onto. there’s a few muses in particular i have wrestled with removing due to certain events ooc, but i decided to leave it up to you guys.

[darkkept]

ok so this has helped a whole bunch on other blogs and since i am struggling with this one for some reason, i think i’m going to do some muse shuffling over here as well.

if you follow this link, you can help me out by letting me know who to keep, who i might want to retire, and who to just not put so much focus onto. there’s a few muses in particular i have wrestled with removing due to certain events ooc, but i decided to leave it up to you guys.

[darkkept]

ok so this has helped a whole bunch on other blogs and since i am struggling with this one for some reason, i think i’m going to do some muse shuffling over here as well.

if you follow this link, you can help me out by letting me know who to keep, who i might want to retire, and who to just not put so much focus onto. there’s a few muses in particular i have wrestled with removing due to certain events ooc, but i decided to leave it up to you guys.

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also i’m going to be adding LARX.ENE and RIKU as test muses on the suggestion of a few friends so. keep an eye out!

[darkkept]

ok so this has helped a whole bunch on other blogs and since i am struggling with this one for some reason, i think i’m going to do some muse shuffling over here as well.

if you follow this link, you can help me out by letting me know who to keep, who i might want to retire, and who to just not put so much focus onto. there’s a few muses in particular i have wrestled with removing due to certain events ooc, but i decided to leave it up to you guys.

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eldest child (honourific): stray middle child (professional diagnosis): aqua, drautos, invi youngest child (affectionate): braska, er.aqus only child (derogatory): aerith, crowe, isa, kokoro, steria

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thinking about the juxtaposition of my ocs in that stray is a severe case of eldest child syndrome who was groomed societally to take the place of her absent mother as the female face and voice of the crown, the softer side of politics that she need not even agree with, babying noct as her brother who gets the normal life and trying to be helpful to her father rather than let him be a father to her that she can confide in and turn to with her problems.

compare that to kokoro who is an only child who was also the gifted kid who burnt out in her teens, who was already a failure due to lacking something that so defines her society and put her in a precarious situation, the child who felt abandoned by those around her and angry at her own shortcomings and turned that against the world instead, because it didn’t live up to her expectations any more than she lived up to its. 

stray who is giving and giving and giving until she literally has nothing left to offer, while kokoro is always retreating and lashing out at whoever tries to come with her whatever their intentions. both who have this idea they could be more but stray reframes that as what she can be for others where kokoro resents the thought. 

kokoro who learns through bonding with others that she can’t hold onto that trauma and has her own path to walk, which is better than stray who in anything canon compliant is going to be left alone after having dedicated her life to others that she couldn’t save no matter her sacrifices.

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misc prompts for your feels

“ unique just means alone. ” “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” “ i know i’m a monster, but you look at me like i’m a man. ” “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ” “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” “ don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself. ” “ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ” “ you make me want to live. ” “ i know i don’t deserve forgiveness, but i like the idea that some people think i might. ” “ i trust you with my life. ” “ you’re more like family to me than my own blood. ” “ i’ve never had any sort of family before. ” “ your life is far more precious than mine. ” “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ” “ i love you, and i know you may never feel the same. but i’m okay with that. ” “ i couldn’t say no to you even if i wanted to. ” “ you’re worth more than this. ” “ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” “ please, let me help you. ” “ just let me do this for you. ” “ you do have something to live for. you have me. ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” “ it’s okay to be angry, you’re allowed to be upset about what happened to you. ” “ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ” “ please, just hold on a little longer. i can’t lose you too. ” “ this scar..what happened? ” “ if you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. ” “ you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?! ” “ sometimes i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. there’d be no one to miss me and that terrifies me more than death itself. ”  “ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ” “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” “ when i’m in a crowd i just want to melt away and yet, when i’m alone it’s somehow worse. ” “ loneliness is a poison and i’ve been drinking it for so long, i don’t there there’s an anecdote to save my soul. ” “ i don’t care if the world knows my name, i just want you to remember me. ” “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” “ i love you. i know that’s not enough, but i do. ” “ you’re safe with me, you always will be. ” “ you make me feel safe. like i’m allowed to be anything i want. ” “ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ” “ i’ve got you, you’re safe. ” “ just rest, i’m here. ” “ you can stay with me tonight. ”

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christ does this mean in the shipverse with luna that the princess is her sugarmama?

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get the distinct feeling that crowe has not lived on her own since she arrived in the crown city. the general trajectory is ‘lived with libertus until she was old enough to comfortably move out, stayed on his couch until such a time as she got her first gf, u-hauled into that relationship, couchsurfed with friends once that went belly up, u-hauled again into her next gf’s house, and onward into perpetuity with only occasional stops at her brother’s couch whenever a relationship falls apart.’

yes she can fend for herself but honestly? why would she when there are so many beautiful women in this city with disposable income and an ‘i can change her’ attitude?

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In any other situation, he would recognize that look. Somebody always knew him for someone else, a fact that had ground his tolerance to its base once, then simply left him tired. Here and now, however, it didn’t even cross his mind. No, all that matters is that this cool guy is finally looking at him. 

Tugging at his jacket absently, Roxas stood a little straighter as the other’s attention drifted. He could do this. It was just small talk.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, casting another glance at the black ensemble. “What, does that make you a prince or something?” The boy is curious, yes, but unsure of just what he’s walking into.

Royals call to mind Radiant Garden, and the old man in his long white coat. His perceptions do not conjure up images of fashion and rich dark fabrics.

@darkkept:  He’s been staring for some minutes now, every time Noctis looks away. The boy is trying to make it less obvious, but, well… He was basically born yesterday. Subtly is not his forte. At last, the Replica speaks up – “I like your clothes.” In fact, Roxas has decided when he grows up, he wants to be just like this newfound ally.

[Noctis]

He hadn’t really been paying attention, especially not to the new people around, but instead had been staring at the world around them. It was so weird to think that he wasn’t in Lucis anymore– in fact he wasn’t even on the same planet. It made his head spin, so he looked at the buildings instead, arms crossed.

At least, until the kid spoke. His head turned, blinking at the blonde. God, he looked kinda like Prompto and it threw him.

“Uh, thanks?” He looked down to remember what he was actually wearing, usually he didn’t pay much attention to that. “They’re, like, royal stuff. Black is the royal color of Lucis.”

He shrugged. 

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bc i just had to do a whole THING on discord, here are some notes on my invi muse.

physically: 

she appears to be in her late twenties, but given her origins are shady at best with mom’s involvement in her upbringing, we don’t know how old she might truly be. 

6′ and impossible to miss. she’s absolutely stunning and moves with utmost grace, clad in watery blues and celestial gold. despite that refined bearing, she’s very fit and her body is tight with muscle from years of training.

transwoman, DMAB.

she has warm tawny skin and a triangular face. her eyes are heavy-lidded, grey in color, and on those days when she doesn’t need to bother with her mask, rimmed with kohl.

she hasn’t had a bad hair day in years that anyone can prove. her hair, typically covered by her hijab, is a dark blue-black that falls in waves when loose. she prefers, however, to pull it back and out of the way.

abilities:

they don’t call her a master for nothing. she worked her ass off in pursuit of living up to the master of master’s expectations, and she earned that title on blood, sweat, and... well, actually, not tears. even without them, she’s a more than capable combatant with her still unnamed keyblade.

she has also shown outstanding magical talents, especially in the field of elemental forces. her innate affinity is for water, but she has been shown to use all elements to devastating effect.

we know her strength because she successful stops aced in his tracks. she did not come to play.

traits:

a woman with strong morals and ideals, invi is ostensibly one to listen to the troubles of others and offer what advice she can. she enjoys guiding others to be the best they can be, and is always ready to intervene. speaking of...

diligent as she is, invi is always ready to help in whatever situation arises, be it around town or as part of a larger plan. no job is beyond her, and even if it might stump her, there’s strength and new perspectives in numbers.

an introspective and deep-thinking person, she proves keenly observant of others and the world around her. it’s a trait that speaks to her intelligence, but is often hampered by... we’ll get to that.

a traditionalist at heart, invi falls back on some very uncompromising views of the world, especially concerning the conflict between light and darkness. whatever she knows is what must be right, so long as she learned it from the master and his teachings. which brings us to...

she is wholly loyal to the master of masters, and any deviation from his beliefs or plans has invoked an almost zealous response in her -- see her battle with aced and outrage at his implying the master might have been wrong.

her stark moral standards can also cause her to come across as self-righteous, a perception that is often proven right in how she compares herself to others. or, rather, how she compares others to herself. it creates easy blind spots in her perceptions, which is a deeper failing.

ailments:

minor scarring and aches from past training/battles, but nothing too serious physically. 

struggles with bouts of insomnia. 

CPTSD stemming from a combination of the war, her role, and the mess the master left for his students.

also:

she’s a lesbian, harold.

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ive gotta get in the habit of being here more often. plotting call, please have a muse (or even more than one) in mind!

[darkkept]

ive gotta get in the habit of being here more often. plotting call, please have a muse (or even more than one) in mind!