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Regarding this blog: 

For the most part this blog will be archived. Any threads that have been active up to this point can still be continued on @thestargatherer under the verse: the originals tag. However, you must tell me you wish to continue the thread, as I will not be actively updating them unless told otherwise. 

Feel free to start a new thread via ask or IM me for a starter if you’d so please- both in the new version of the cast and the original (or other verses you so wish) on the new blog!

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A little promo for a curious ruin-delving scholar lad! A magical OC with home-brewed fantasy setting but with verses aplenty so don’t feel overwhelmed! Open to all fandoms and OCs!

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[-runs hands over face- 

okay here’s the real deal. i’ve been clearing out some of my old blogs because i haven’t touched them in awhile and now i have the emails open to move this blog to a main. 

good idea? bad idea? let’s discuss, because my brain’s gonna get me killed.

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[-runs hands over face- 

okay here’s the real deal. i’ve been clearing out some of my old blogs because i haven’t touched them in awhile and now i have the emails open to move this blog to a main. 

good idea? bad idea? let’s discuss, because my brain’s gonna get me killed.

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“You look like you could use a coffee, and what luck! I just made a pot. Would you want a cup, dear?" //from Jonathan / The Narrator, for either one!

Virgil... didn’t exactly know what coffee was. He assumed it was some sort of drink, considering it was in a similar sentence one would talk about tea, but he wasn’t sure why he was being offered one by a stranger when all he really wanted to do was figure out where he was. Would it be rude to refuse? Probably, so Virgil swallowed down the words he wanted to say and croaked out what he should say.

“I.... alright.” 

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Random question time! Are either of these characters ticklish?

Virgil has very ticklish sides if you get him by surprise. His natural reflex is to jump and most people don’t really do it again, but he will squirm if you keep doing it. 

Valhalla on the other hand isn’t exactly ticklish, but her ears are very sensitive and she’d rather not have people anywhere near them if she can help it.

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val u should kiss quinn just do it let them know u like them

“Quinn doesn’t like sudden things like that,” Valhalla replied as she popped a berry into her mouth. “But I’ll keep it in mind! Maybe a kiss on the cheek next time I see them.” 

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[I need to be a little more active on this blog...]

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Perfectly Platonic Starters

“You look like you could use a coffee.”

“Is that something you want to talk about?”

“Come on, sit down. It’s break time.”

“I needed that, thanks…”

“Here’s a blanket. You looked cold.”

“Thank god you’re back, I need to rant.”

“Is my sweater ever going to be returned?”

“Bad day? Emergency plans are in order.”

“Alright your ride has arrived, where to next?”

“I’m brushing your hair, it’s a mess.”

“You happened to go get lunch and ‘bought too much’ huh?”

“Your hugs are the best.”

“Hey. Hey. Heeeeeey. Come on. We’re gonna be late, get up.”

“I’m late, yes. You should be used to that by now.”

“How long as it been that we’ve known each other? Feels like ages.”

“There was something on your face, I had to get it off.”

“You’re sure people think we’re dating?”

“I think it’s hilarious people assume they’re dating just because they’re nice to each other.”

“I need to hang out with someone I like, can we pretend to be working for an hour?”

“Tea and coffee? What happened?”

“Here you go, one forgotten, left it at home in a rush, lost item!”

“I’m going for a walk, you want anything?”

“… sorry I took a nap on you.”

“I suppose I am now requisitioned to being a napping spot.”

“We could pretend we’re dating, but that might confuse your significant other, and then that might be a waste of petty effort for the sake of rumors.”

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Send “Word of advice...” and tell my muse some advice!

Advice about their relationships, about a particular person, about their habits or actions thus far- good or bad, anything goes!

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Ask my Muse ANYTHING! They can’t refuse an answer, must be 100% honesty!

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[-crawls out of the woodwork-

I’ve been kind of neglecting this blog.... so... please feel free to like/reblog this post if you’re interested in a starter or something?]

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the-pillar‌:

  His own nudity went completely unnoticed by Phileas, who had never been taught the very human concept of shame and thus saw no reason to cover himself, except for protection from the elements. Still he accepted the blankets with a grateful smile, and within moments the lanky body had wrapped itself up in them like a particularly long burrito. His freezing toes curled testingly against the cushions. Much better, indeed. Now he could finally clear his mind enough to have a look around the room.

  As expected, he did not see much. A blurry scene of different specs of light and colours that would have done Monet proud. But his miserable vision aside, Phileas knew his tiny home like the back of his hand, and could immediately tell that Virgil had been fairly busy during his absence. The floor, for one did not much look like his floor at all. And Phileas could not help but turn his head every few seconds towards the sound of rustling paper passing him by like little birds.

  “Most people do not mind being rude.”, he said, his breathing finally calmed but his cheeks still rosy, granting the pale albino an almost healthy tint for once. Long fingers wrapped around the warm cup of tea, and he smiled.

  “Thank you. I am glad you are still here to say goodbye. I apologize for leaving you here, but I cannot stay in this house during the day, so I had to go.”

After passing off the tea, Virgil didn’t quite know what to do with himself. He stood before Phileas, quietly wringing his fingers folded before him as the papers fluttered as artificial birds behind him. 

“I...don’t want to be rude,” the scholar whispered, the memories of what happened when someone perceived him to be so inconsiderate choking him. He couldn’t possibly be rude, not to Phileas, who had been so kind with him despite him being so in the way and dropping in without warning. He may have already accidentally been rude to Phileas’ friend, so Virgil couldn’t afford to continue to be discourteous. He owed them that much. 

“I couldn’t ask you to be with me all day when you have plans already made.” And truly, he couldn’t ask it of Phileas to simply drop everything and cater to his needs simply because he was there. The other had a life outside of the whims of an odd stranger- and Virgil already wasted so much of his time. 

“...I’m sorry for making such a mess.” Hands gestured awkwardly towards the runic patterns on the floor and the shifted furniture. “I...you’ll be able to set it straight once I’m gone, I promise. It won’t stain.” Or...he hoped it wouldn’t. 

Long Nights

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ivory-rabbit‌:

Virgil was an incredibly anxious person, not the easiest to calm or reassure - they’d spent enough time together at this point for Kieran to be aware of that, and for him to understand that the usual strategies he relied on to calm other patients wouldn’t always work. That didn’t mean he was willing to give up, however - no, this was a unique and important challenge. Too many people in his friend’s life had neglected to take that kind of time to try and work past that, or worse, had given him a reason to be anxious and fearful. The Guardian didn’t want to be either of those things and he was little if not patient and careful.

The other looked at him for a minute, but only just, immediately turning back to his feet and to picking at the hems of the shirt he wore. It would need mending eventually, but that could be done any time - preferably at some point when Virgil wasn’t around to see. It seemed like the sort of thing that he would feel guilty about or worry over.

“You’re not in my way, Virgil,” Kieran gently reminded him with a soft smile, turning briefly to drag the large, whimsically shaped wooden vessel he used to dye fibre from its hiding place. After that, a selection of strange dried plants and a bunch of white yarn, waiting to be dyed and woven into something useful. “I like having your company, and hearing what you have to say - it can be, em… quiet, in this place, sometimes. You might have noticed that,” he admitted, eyes and voice faltering a little where his smile didn’t, “Aside from the trees, of course, but they don’t talk the same way people talk.”

As nice as his other guests here tended to be, people changed a little when they settled in here - this was natural he supposed, considering what this place was to most. That much didn’t have to be explained to his friend here, not yet: he was still confident that Virgil wasn’t here to die, like the rest of them. “Now, what colour do you think we should do?”

Virgil wrung his hands in the hem of his borrowed shirt as Kieran busied himself, leaving the scholar rooted to the spot. He... he liked his company? Virgil didn’t know why- he was anxious and strange and shouldn’t even be here, but here was Kieran, being so kind to him without provocation. It was so...odd... being treated so kindly by someone else. Back in Lyre he was ignored at best, at worst...he didn’t want to think about. It got a little better the farther he and Valhalla went, but being so far from home he was simply stared at for his bright hair and strange, strange eyes. 

Very slowly, Virgil stilled his hands, fingers still curled around his hem but no longer fretting terribly so. The question startled him a little, blinking owlishly up at Kieran from behind his eyelashes as he thought.

“W-would purple be okay?” He cringed slightly at his hesitance, looking down as he dared to shuffle closer, curiosity tugging at him from behind the welling nervousness. “...Or...or teal...? They...well... they’re nice colors...” They were Valhalla’s colors, or rather, ones that he associated her with. The shine in her eye, the pretty hue of the markings adorning her face. He felt bad for asking- it wasn’t like he was going to go and give her whatever it was that Kieran was dyeing, nor was it his place to simply take it away for his own amusement. 

“...Any color will be fine...” he mumbled, peering down into the tub instead. “...Do...do the trees really talk...?” 

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  The last time he had felt so freaking cold, he had dropped the key to his house in some long winter night, unable to find it in the dark until the next day, after he had already spent a whole night naked and shivering out in the open. Of course, before Hyung Soo and his friends had built the little shed for him, there had been a lot many of those kind of nights, though at least he had had some clothes and a tent, and a book or two to distract himself.

  Phileas did not resist when Virgil pulled him towards the couch, clumsily stumbling forward while his burning lungs did what they could to pump some oxygen into his system. He barely registered the unusually agile papers fluttering about. As he sank into the soft cushions, Phileas’ mind saw itself capable of but a single thought:

  He’s still here.

  The sheer joy packed into those four words was no match for his physical suffering. Phileas was so happy, so excited to be granted yet another night in friendly company, that he could barely fathom the surprise. He shimmied out of the damp blanket with some difficulty and pulled one of the pillows close.

  “H… hello…”, he gasped, still fighting with his breath.

  “I thought… you were… gone… already…”

Poor Phileas looked so cold, even as he sat on the couch while Virgil picked up all the blankets he could find off the bed. He hoped that his newly acquainted friend hadn’t been out in this downpour all day, the worry thrumming in his chest and heart in his throat as he dutifully piled the dry blankets onto the other’s lap. 

“Wh-what?” The words came to him as a surprise, a sharp twist of his heart as the fluttering papers fluttered through the quaint kitchen, nearly dropping a cup before Virgil caught it in the corner of his eye and made it set only slightly roughly onto the counter with a clatter of ceramic. “N-no, why would I...? That would...that would be rude, after you did so much for me-” 

He was stumbling on his words, Virgil knew, struggling to string together his thoughts. Phileas’ state of undress was suddenly far too noticeable, and Virgil could feel his ears burn as he decided he should focus on making tea instead. The papers floated like ambient moths, parting lazily as he scurried over to the kitchen to heat up some water, although careful not to smudge his sequencing across the floor. 

“I... I couldn’t leave while you were gone,” he whispered very softly to the cup of tea as he carefully carried it over to Phileas, passing it over with only a slight tremble of his hands. “I... I’d like to at least say thank you. You’ve....you’ve been kind...” 

Long Nights

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Quinn has a fact for Val! "I am uh, very good at being a midwife? My mother taught me her trade."

“That’s a very noble trade,” Valhalla nodded her head in agreement with herself. “I know how to cook because my father taught me! One of the many things I learned from him outside of how to succeed him as the Third.” 

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In the asks, have your muse tell mine one fact about themselves, and my muse will answer with their own fact!

Can be a secret, a hobby, a bit about themselves or their family, anything!