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Moved Kihel’s Blog to her own proper Blog, no sideblog stuff anymore. It limited interactions too much and I love her. 

Kihel can now be found here.

I will refollow everyone from there and answer asks I got here over there. 

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DEALING WITH TRAUMA : STARTERS

a collection of dialogue prompts for muses with heavy baggage. content warning for mentions of mental illness, ableist language, and victim-blaming. change & alter as needed.

“Don’t worry. I’m good at being alone. I’ve been alone for a long time.”

“I don’t need your pity.”

“Look, everyone is just better off without me, okay?”

“It’s not a ‘trigger’! I don’t have ‘triggers’! There’s nothing wrong with me! I’m perfectly normal!”

“It was my fault. I should have known better.”

“As soon as you see what a mess I really am, you’ll leave. Just like everyone else.”

“It’s not a big deal. It wasn’t that bad.”

“There’s something wrong with me. There’s something wrong inside my head.”

“I’m not the easiest person to talk to, or be around. It’s… hard for other people to love me. I get that.”

“Why are you still here?! Why won’t you just leave?! Why won’t you just leave me like everyone else?!”

“That wasn’t a panic attack. I don’t have panic attacks.”

“I don’t know what’s going on with me, but… I don’t think this is normal.”

“I can’t stop remembering it. I can’t stop dreaming about it. I can’t even stop thinking about it.”

“PTSD? Oh, come on, give me a little credit! I’m tougher than that!”

“I don’t need to see a shrink! I’m not crazy!”

“I’m just so scared it’s going to happen again.”

“What’s wrong with me? Why didn’t they love me? Why wasn’t I good enough for them?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted them. I got what I deserved.”

“If you knew the kind of person I really am, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“How can you even stand to be around me? How do you not hate me?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I get like this. I just see [trigger], and I totally freeze up. I can’t help it.”

“I’m supposed to be stronger than this!”

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♡ potion of perception by groenneir

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VERSE | Leviathan Dominant | Headcanons & Thoughts

- Kihel knows she is the Dominant of the Leviathan, but she tries to deny it. Dominants don't live very safely in many parts of the world

- Her being an Eikon explains why she is able to "make" potent healing potions, tonics and restoratives

- She rather views the Leviathan's voice as someone to accompany her on her travels, because as an orphan she often wanders alone

- If someone were too push her too far/ directly threaten her, she could turn to her powers

- In a fight with Kihel showing herself as the Dominant of the Leviathan she would mostly be kept far out of reach of the attacker. She does not actively fight, she doesn't know how to wield any weapon yet and is still just a child. The storming waves and water around her would act as her shields and to keep attackers back... or pull them down into the depths and drown them

- Much like young Joshua turning into the Leviathan's form is a yet pretty uncontrolled state

- people she would consider family would be protected by the oceans spanning the world

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What scares you the most? And if it really happened... how would you deal with it?

She had to ponder that question for a moment. War had been over all of Valisthea for years... certainly all her life. It numbed generations to what formerly were nightmares. It was just daily life. Surely he knew that too.

"Hm... I think a world where there is only pain and suffering. Like the battlefield after a war. But it just stays like this... and no end to it at all. No way to help everyone, who needs it. And no way to get help oneself might need."

Her head tilted down, Kihel scuffed her boot over the dry earth. She couldn't answer the man the second part of his question. But maybe...

"How would one deal with it? You are a warrior, right, milord? And you survived. You would know best, how to make a battlefield a world worth living in again."

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Have you ever lost someone close to you? Who was it? How did you cope with it? // hi hi :]

That was a question that many would find offence in. Though it made part of Kihel's heart heavy, the girl laid her head to the side and smiled. Enjoying the memories she still held. Even if the people in them were gone, she still had those.

"My parents. And my grandmother after them. She taught me to put a little light on the rivers for each one we lose. To guide their spirits... and - did you know that all rivers lead to the sea? So in the end... we are all together again."

Picking at the seams of her shawl, Kihel then lifted her head again and with all the innocence a child could have, she returned the curiosity.

"What about you, milord? Have you lost someone dear to you?"

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@cinderella-gurei​ | X

The boy's answers could be seen as... logical. But Kihel could not ignore the certain undertone what he said had. He was quick to point fingers at others. The poor. Yes... she didn't have much. But usually that word out of some nobles' mouth was said like an insult.

And she surely knew who had taken her bag!

Though when he tried blame one of the 'Branded', Kihel huffed a little.

"No. The man, who took my bag did not have a mark on his face at all. He wore the soldiers' uniform. And their colours. So... it was a soldier, who stole my bag. Some people just..."

Are mean? Took whatever they wanted? Liked to be cruel to others? Stole for the sake of stealing?

"...some people just act without thinking."

Somehow she had a feeling this boy wouldn't easily agree to help her. Scrunching her nose a little, Kihel still leaned against the steel bars looking into the garden.

"... I make very good potions. Better than most. And poultices. Maybe he needed them - he could have just asked, though... listen. You said 'your' soldiers. So... can't you just order them to give my bag back, please? Or direct me to where the soldiers' quarters are and I will get it back myself."

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Kihel deserves at least a whole troop, who will support her potions-vendor-business unconditionally. 

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☠ ― 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟. (𝑉𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝐶.)

Why were you named the way you were? Is there a special meaning behind your name (or middle name if applicable)?

When is your birthday? What is your ideal birthday?

What is your sexuality/orientation? How did you discover them?

What's usually on your shopping list?

What are some general hygiene things you do? How do you normally do your hair? What kind of products do you use?

What is in your pockets/bag/etc. right now?

What is it like where you live? How does it compare to where you grew up if it differs?

Do you have a favorite food? What's your favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert?

Do you have any other family members? Parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins, etc.?

How do you feel about makeup? Are you any good at putting it on? Do you wear it often?

Would you say you are an introvert, or an extrovert?

If someone were to invite you to a party, would you enjoy it? What would you do during?

What scares you the most? And if it really happened... how would you deal with it?

Have you ever raised a weapon towards someone? Was it in self-defense, or was it purposefully? What happened afterwards?

Do you honestly believe that you are funny? Tell us your best joke!

Tell us about something that's happened recently (asker can request a specific "vibe" to the story--happy, sad, annoying, funny, etc. if they wish).

If you were to describe yourself in a few words, what would those words be?

Do you have any pets? If so, what are their names? What are they like personality-wise? Can we see them?

What is something you care desperately about? Something that you just couldn't live without?

Have you ever broken a bone? Have you ever had surgery?

How often do you cry? Do you happy cry, or do you mostly cry in sadness?

What are some weird interests or hobbies you have that people probably wouldn't expect you to have?

Have you ever lost someone close to you? Who was it? How did you cope with it?

What is your favorite holiday? What makes it your favorite? Is there something in particular that you enjoy most about it?

Do you have any crushes at the moment? If so, do you think you will ever tell them? Has anyone ever had a crush on you?

Are there any certain scents, sounds, or textures that you like? What about ones that you dislike?

Would you ever consider starting a family? How do you feel about getting married, having kids, and potentially settling down?

What are a few things (or one thing) you want to do before you die? Why?

Are you happy in your own skin? If you could change something about yourself, would you, and what would it be?

Do you have a favorite article of clothing or accessory? Do you go out of your way to always wear it when you can? Why is it your favorite?

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VERSE | Leviathan Dominant | Headcanons & Thoughts

- Kihel knows she is the Dominant of the Leviathan, but she tries to deny it. Dominants don't live very safely in many parts of the world

- Her being an Eikon explains why she is able to "make" potent healing potions, tonics and restoratives

- She rather views the Leviathan's voice as someone to accompany her on her travels, because as an orphan she often wanders alone

- If someone were too push her too far/ directly threaten her, she could turn to her powers

- In a fight with Kihel showing herself as the Dominant of the Leviathan she would mostly be kept far out of reach of the attacker. She does not actively fight, she doesn't know how to wield any weapon yet and is still just a child. The storming waves and water around her would act as her shields and to keep attackers back... or pull them down into the depths and drown them

- Much like young Joshua turning into the Leviathan's form is a yet pretty uncontrolled state

- people she would consider family would be protected by the oceans spanning the world

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Also, I gotta ponder this still, but it almost looks like Kihel has the faintest of scars above her left eyebrow. At least its a mark that seems to constantly be on her face and a lil darker than her skintone. And her freckles/moles look different than that one.

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Another quick Kihel sketch!

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His words made her smile. He was unlike most of the soldiers she had met on her travels. They were harsh, short-tempered. Though she didn't fault them entirely. War was hard. But it needed a certain kind of bravery to protect those that travelled the roads. No-names, that most wouldn't even miss. There was no glory to be found here... sadly.

Even though to Kihel and the others this man had saved entire worlds.

"Oh - I'm not a lady at all.", she grinned, knowing well her threadbare clothes had little in common with the noble ladies in the big cities, "But my name is Kihel!"

Taking a cloth drenched in some water, she carefully tried to clean away any dirt that did not belong near the wound. It was deep. She knew that it would need some pressure. And more care. Maybe even more tonics. She had witnessed other men scream because of less grave wounds than this one - but the stranger hero even laughed a little.

Applying the poultices, Kihel took great care to make the bandages hold them tightly in place.

"Would you tell me your name, too, milord? And where your home is? I can accompany you there and change your bandages until we arrive. The beast got you bad."

There wasn't even a question to her, whether she could come or not. She had her heart set on this mission: to see him well. He deserved it after what he had done. And she... well, she had no better place to be anyway. Her travels would be long until she reached the Crystalline Dominion anyway. A little detour wouldn't make that much of a difference.

Continued from here:

Damnit all, Elwin cursed mentally. Too careless...

No -- too caring, if anything. As soon as he saw one of the other beasts make a lunge for one of the frightened travelers, instinct took over. He had turned his attention from the opponent he had been holding off, despite knowing that it would be a mistake, and jumped to the man's aid. His sword run through the creature's chest saw that it fell to the worn dirt pathway underneath their feet.

However, its friend must have felt slighted at having been abandoned, and the former Archduke's ordered recompense was paid in the form of razor-sharp claws digging into and dragging across his side.

He had swung on the beast, driving the hilt of his weapon straight down upon its back, then severing its head with one clean slash.

And that was about the point that the Cursebreaker had taken to his knees, before easing himself into a sitting position, one hand pressed over his wound.

And now here he was, being tended to by a seemingly very kindhearted young girl with a promising future as a healer, who was trying so hard to keep him distracted by conversing with him, and all he could think for a passing moment was, Rodney would never let me hear the end of this, if he knew. His dear friend always had lectured -- and teased -- him for his recklessness when it came to protecting others, especially those who could not protect themselves.

But he appreciated the child's help wholeheartedly, something he tried to reassure her of with a warm smile and a soft laugh -- even if the latter did make him wince.

"Thank you."

On the surface, it may have seemed as though the swordsman's words were in reference to her offer of one of her potions, which he took with great care into one gloved hand. In truth, it was for many things: her quick actions and decision-making with regards to aiding him, and the kindness and kind words that she gave to him. The pain was all but forgotten in lieu of these things, just as she had intended.

The small bottle was brought to his lips, and he drank its contents with just as much gratitude. Once the now-empty bottle was lowered, he spoke again: "May I ask your name, my lady? I would know the identity of the one whom I owe my life to." While there was an underlying hint of playfulness in his tone, it was clear in his blue eyes that he was being sincere, further supported by the softening of his age-worn expression.

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This child has about max 5 mins of cumulative screentime, 3 of those shared with Dion, speaks 15 lines and deserves the whole of Valisthea.  

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Kihel can't help but chuckle a bit at the 'my lady' the young man used to speak to her. That was rare. Usually people didn't take too kindly to street vendors. Much less when they were children. So she hadn't guessed wrong - he really was kind!

Holding out a small blue flask, Kihel nodded as if to motivate him to take it.

"Here. That's a tonic, it will soothe your throat and refresh your lungs!"

Though for all her care and worry about others, there still was part of her childish nature hidden beneath the healer-attitude. Straightening her back she was ready to lecture this man about his own health.

"And then you need to rest. No more work for... at least a few days. We could stay here... or slowly make our way to the next village. Maybe they have some stables there, where you can sleep in the straw!"

@kihel-sorcas said: The young man had been hurt... certainly. There usually was a reason for someone to cough up blood. And Kihel had seen that happen often enough on her travels... usually these people did not make it to the next stop on the refugees' path. And the man had said he didn't need it. That he would survive. That she should save her medicine for those that truly needed them. Not even the woman beside him had protested. And for a moment Kihel had given in. "Oh, well... if you're... sure..." Packed the potion back in her bag and stood up... but something in her pulled at her heart. She couldn't just leave him like this. So before she even had made her way back onto the gravel road, Kihel turned around and came back. She put her lantern down again, this time with a little more stubborn force. Her eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed thin. Determination written all over her face. "No. You need something, Milord. I have to insist!", she declared before again taking out the potions and poultices she had in her leather bag. "That cough will kill you. And you are a kind man. Valisthea needs people like you. What did you do before? Were you with other sick? Or worked in a mine?"

Joshua hates this so much. He knows he uses Phoenix powers too much. He knows he should be more careful. But how could he do that ? Ultima needs to be stopped, and there are new fights everywhere now. He just can't stand there and do nothing. If there are people who can fight, it's surely the Dominants, even if it means dying in the process. He prefers to die fighting than to just wait and see what would come next. If he could survive, though, it would be much better...

When the little girl comes back for him, he forces a brief smirk in her direction. Of course, she seems like someone who would insist. And it's because she's kind. Who is she ? Doesn't she have parents ?

He shakes his head. "I have done none of this, my lady," he assures. It's quite hard to explain what's his problem without telling her who he truly is, and it's something he's still trying to hide from most people. He coughs again before he adds, "Let's say that I tend to overwork."