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judgement time!

to celebrate ori’s new sketch sprites, reblog with one (1) troll (you can do multiple reblogs) and let the (secretly gilled mutant) maroon judge them.

judgebacks aren’t required, but feel free to do so! 

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Obscure Feelings drabble prompt meme

Send in a word for a drabble of our muses based on it.

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

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obstructedantiquity‌:

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Poor thing’s gone breathless on you! Rennis stumbles over her words like each one’s a mistake, but she sorts it out in the space between one breath and another. Doubt lathers her words, even as her eyebrows go up in the most silent of incredulities, and it’s a courtesy to go and move your hands off of her.

Or you would, if she didn’t go and hover her hand right over your sleeve, like touching you’ll get her bit. You look down at it, eyebrows arched to the barest fucking degree, but she’s gabbing away, her tone so much less fretful than her actions.

Laughing’s cruel! But what the fuck else are you supposed to do with this? You pull your hands back, shoving them neatly into the pockets of your skirt, and you smirk at her, lip curled just enough to show the edge of a fang. “Nah, sister, ain’t no mirth to these tales. But don’t you worry none. Got more than just cards on my side, yeah?”

“And Chiloa -” It’s your turn to pause. Your ears twitch as you think, and most of you wants to stay loyal. But then your pan drifts back to that conversation, playing like a sour threnody in the back of your pan, and.. nah. “Chiloa can suck it,” you drawl, rolling your shoulders in a lazy shrug. “Nobodies gonna catch a hint, girl.”

You shouldn’t. You /shouldn’t/ be making this offer, but that doesn’t stop you from adding: “- want me to prove it?”

There’s a spark of a laugh in their look, and you pull your face into as prim an expression as you know how. “I should hope so,” you tell Riccin, tossing your braid back over your shoulder. “That’s just how unscrofulous folks make money, and next thing you know they’d have you back in there, asking how to get out of difficulties you found yourself in--” 

You can’t decide whether you like or don’t like that Chiloa can suck it. You kind of like that Riccin isn’t listening to him anymore, but... 

Instead of saying anything about it, you chew on your knuckle. Confidence, you’ve always thought, is attractive! In a nerve-wracking way, usually, a rein-that-in-before-it-explodes way. But this time -- you’re not feeling fondly exasperated and fretful, not falling deeper in meddling-love with them over it. Not entirely, anyway. Something tugs at you, same as when you’re out gallivanting with Pheres -- the urge to do something fun and maybe a bit scary and best of all, get away with it.

You do, you find, want them to prove it.

You lift your chin, lid your eyes, make as if to look down your nose at them. “How’re you going to do that?” you ask. “You gonna take me to an indigo party this time? Should I get Pheres on the phone?” 

>VIDELE: Get Down with the Clown

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if your favorite ship doesn’t boil down to ‘they’re both stupid but they help each other be less sad’ then What’s The Point

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obstructedantiquity‌:

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See, there, things are settling back in.

The knit of Rennis’s clothes shift. You know your girl, for all that she ain’t any longer, and you know the paths of her mind. Her fingers ache to touch, to loop through yours, or to wind her clawtips into the tassel of your braid, or to twist hard into the drape of your cloak. But she doesn’t. And you can’t begrudge a motherfucker for craving the past, not when it’d been so easy for you to do the same.

Had been. Raphae’s gift hadn’t crossed your mind much in perigees, not after Chiloa’s reprimand, but now you suppose you’ll have to go and send your brother some thanks.

“Poor snake,” you tease, rolling your shoulders back. Her face’s pale, under the dark swathe of her skin, and you oughtn’t be doing this. “Ain’t you folks all about shedding your skin? Startin’ the fuck anew? And yet you come lecturing to me, dripping those fears off your tongue like the most vile kind of venom. Like this shit ain’t the way of your kin?” You oughtn’t do this at all, but that doesn’t stop you from leaning forward, resting a hand on her shoulder as you purr: “- the way of your fucking soul?”

“With doubt comes error, little green.” You tap your fingers, light as the thrum of an undiscovered lie, right against the curve of her treacherous fucking jaw. That’s the trap of Rennis: green-flushed, blood-bleached, she’s still the same snake under all of it, poisonous and sweet-faced enough you almost want to forgive. Do you want her laying fronds on you? No. But there’s that trill of something, over setting the rules and the ways of this interaction, of knowing she’s as sour over this as you. (As you were.) “And I’ve had enough fucking doubts.

"Don’t worry, now. Got this all planned out. A motherfucker will not slip.” And, oh, you’re slipping now, right into old habits as you add, lids set low, words so sly she mightn’t even buy you ain’t playin’: “- the cards said it was fucking so.”

For all their silliness, Riccin has always had a distressing way of seeing to the truth of you. You open your mouth to claim you don’t know what they’re talking about -- and shut it with a click of your fangs. Haven’t you built a different Vide for every person who needed it? Or does it count as a different Vide, when it’s the same you underneath? And what do they mean by leaning in that close, when you’re not anything to each other anymore?

“Is,” you say, out of breath and bewildered, and then realize no, nope, you’ve got to try again. “Is it only doubt as hatches error, though? What about o-ver-con-fee-dence?” It’s a word you know, but you draw it out anyway, lilting from syllable to syllable, raising your eyebrows high, high, high. Your tongue dances the way your body can’t, on account of holding yourself very still and very biddable under Riccin’s touch. Not the stillness of a mouse under a snake’s eye, you tell yourself. The stillness of a snake itself, biding its time.

And striking. “The cards?” you ask, sharp, before you remember to watch your tone, girl. “Them -- those fortune-telling cards, you mean? Because -- because Riccin, you’re joking with me, right?”

Ori gets her cards read. Mister Vadaya gets his cards read. Jerath got his cards read, by the pretty (pretty mean) redblood in the street stall. And now Riccin, apparently, gets their cards read, because the entire world is just full of suckers! 

“Right?” you say again, less sharp this time. “You are smart,” and you would gently bap their shoulder but you don’t think you’re meant to touch them right now, so you just sort of hover your hand above their sleeve instead, “and I know you wouldn’t rely on -- on some fortune-teller’s say-so that you won’t get caught. ‘Spect you make a very pretty indigo anyway, enough that no one will catch you, but why? And what happens if that Mister Chiloa catches wind of it?”

>VIDELE: Get Down with the Clown

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UNDERWATER

[Mirrored on AO3]

██████ “Taz”  ██████ 2 sweeps // 5ish Earth years Llunegloirs docks 

You jump into the water before one of the older kids can push you in. They’ve no patience with pupas, particularly with pupas what are scared of water -- like, you just watched a tall olive punt Hester Amayye off the dock because he was sick of Hester’s snivelling. 

And, like, you could totally have told her snivelling wouldn’t help. It doesn’t matter that your whole cohort’s never been in water over your heads before, never been out of the baby hives and their shallow pools, ‘cause in a few weeks? The fishery hives are gonna pick apprentices, and nobody wants to bid on a new ‘prentice who can’t swim.

If you don’t get ‘prenticed, you’re on your own for finding a way to make money beyond whatever stipend you get, and most kids in the baby hives don’t have that big of a stipend.You certainly don’t. But it’s fine, because, like, you’ve been practicing your swimming, and how hard can it be?

You smash through the surface hard enough to hurt your stomach, but -- it’s a hot night, and the water’s deliciously cool.

Cautiously, you open your eyes -- the big kids said it would sting, but it doesn’t really. All around you, everything is blue-green and shimmery and kinda blurry? Anything more than a few feet away fades into darker blue and then into black, but you can still see okay up close. You’re already bobbing back up towards the surface, but you push yourself back down because --

You have the weirdest feeling?

Somewhere out in the deep, beyond where you can see... something is listening. You know it is. It heard you get into the water, and now all its attention is on you, which should be creepy? It’s not, though. It just feels -- focused. 

It takes a lot more effort than you’d think to keep yourself from floating up, but you curl your toes into the sandy floor of the bay. The sand slides away under your feet and over on top of them until they’re buried, and then you just huddle there, hugging yourself, cheeks puffed out with air and eyes bugged out with trying to see... what? Something. Something big and old and watchful. 

Besides that feeling of being noticed, you don’t see or hear anything before your lungs finally start burning and you have to claw your way to the surface again. But just for a second, just before your ears come out of the water, you think you hear a deep, old, far-off voice say Ah.

Then you pop back into the air with a splash, and Hester’s clinging to the edge of the dock and crying and the big olive is teasing her and the other pupas are trying to drag themselves out and someone says, “Hey, how long were you under?”

And that’s what you remember, mostly, of that night: you stayed under for two-and-a-half minutes, longer than everyone else in your cohort. You’re very proud of that, and it’s not until sweeps later until you remember that odd feeling, and wonder about it.

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♫Weeds/Pheres, or Weeds/Riccin!

The terrible bardic duo have always been associated with Hearts Like Ours by The Naked and Famous for me!

Leave this place behind, in silenceAnd the weight we find inside usLead me to the edge of night‘Till the dawnThe end of time‘Till the fire blazing lightShines again within our eyesHalf awake and almost deadKeeping empty beds elsewhereWe’re yet to bleedWe’re yet to bleedAll the time and energy

Weeds and Riccin feed off each others’ bad decisions and exhilaration. It makes for a lot of fun adventures, but they’re both a little too flighty to be left unsupervised for long.

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♫OriVide.

@skegulium

I have a lot of disgustingly cute songs for these two! Like, for instance, Catch by Dresses.

I look into your eyes and it gets to meWon’t you take off your disguise, I just wanna seeHow I’m gonna run to youHow I’m gonna lay my body downI wanna know the words to makeMake you leave your weapons on the ground

How pale is that!

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Introducing Mauret Ròinna, my latest troll, who FINALLY has a (albeit unfinished) profile! She’s a ginormous teenage seadweller who’s also a seal sometimes. Her profile is here. Ask her questions! She won’t bite. Much.

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🔀!

Okay, let’s see!

Random troll:

6 signifies Mauret! Whose profile I sketched out just for this, and will post separately in a mo’.

The song that came up waaaaas No Culture by Mother Mother! 

I am piranha, I biteI make a supper outta your cultureI got no cultureAnd I’m like a kid in a candy storeTaking all the toffee that I don’t ask for, yeahI’m like a bull in a china shopKnocking off a knock-off‘Cause I got no cultureI got no culture of mine

Is Mauret into cultural appropriation? No. But she is very young, very brash, and more privileged than she knows. Above all, she is hungry, and her chief goal is to devour whatever isn’t yanked from her jaws.

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🔇- for a song mun no longer associates with the muse, or a song the mun isn’t really sure why it fits, if there are any.

The first song on Videle’s list is Sleepsong by Bastille! It used to fit really well:

All you want is someone onto whom you can clingYour mother warned of strangers and the dangers they may bringYour dreams and memories are blurring into oneThe scenes which hold the waking world slowly come undoneYou’ll come undoneOh you go to sleep on your ownAnd you wake each day with your thoughtsAnd it scares you being aloneIt’s a last resort

A bit on the nose, even! Vide’s lusus was overprotective; after said lusus’s death, Vide had serious trouble distinguishing between being awake and asleep for a few years; she’s always been desperately afraid of being alone and nigh-obsessive about collecting friends and relationships.

Thankfully, she’s growing out of most of those things – this song no longer fitting as well is a sign of character progress. I’m still keeping it on the list, though.

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Get to know my muse via their playlist!

Ok so I know there is a post similar to this that exists out there somewhere -I’ve seen it before - but i have no clue how to find it so making my own until i come across it again!!!

But basically send me an emoji to ask about songs that fit my muse!! I’ll reply with a song, and maybe some quoted lyrics if any apply!

🎶- for any song

🎤- for a song specifically with fitting lyrics!

🔊- for mun’s favorite song associated with this character

🔇- for a song mun no longer associates with the muse, or a song the mun isn’t really sure why it fits, if there are any.

🎵- for any songs that overlap with another muse/that are songs for the dynamic between multiple muses

🔀- send this for a randomly selected muse and the first song that plays when their playlist is put on shuffle!

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Colored a sketch from a whiiiiile ago – Videle having a nasty allergic reaction to reading Horrorterror Texts

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Colored a sketch from a whiiiiile ago -- Videle having a nasty allergic reaction to reading Horrorterror Texts

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📰 for herlyn and taz!

What is their name?

“Ver. Yeah, I know that’s not her hatchname, dumbass, but it’s not like I asked. Fucking rude in this business, huh?”

Relationship with them?

“I guess you could call us coworkers – collaborators, maybe. Who have made out. It’s not a big deal, shut the fuck up about it.”

What do you view them as? (family,friend,other)

“Didn’t I just fucking answer– ugh. She’s an ally, okay, or something like that.”

Do you feel attracted to them in any way?

“She’s bony as fuck, she doesn’t do anything with her hair, and she dresses like a dumpster-diver – I don’t have the damn patience to be attracted to her. I could do a hell of a makeover on her, just straight-up Project Runway that shit, and she’d still be a bony-ass firecracker who wouldn’t know couture if it hit her on the somehow, inexplicably fucking incredible bone structure of her face.”

What’s one thing you’d like to do with them?

“Uh–”

“Haha, oh man, she is one loose fucking cannon. But I bet she’d wreck shit if you needed a high-chaos attack on something, huh? Like damn. Psi like that, plus the low-key pyromania, plus her enthusiasm for mayhem – I’ll have to keep an eye out for a job that could use those talents.”

Tell us one memory you have with them.

“Well, getting in a knockdown about a perceived difference in morals was pretty damn memorable. Girl can pack a punch. It’s a thing of beauty, I fucking tell you what.”

Anything you’d like to ask them or state to them? If so, say it now, please!

“What? Oh, fine. Ahem.

“…Ver, did you ever, like – what happened with the whole kidnapping situation? You got out of there, right? Do you want me to get that Donlan kid and wreak some havoc for you or something?”

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Send “📰” And my muse will answer these questions about your muse!

What is their name?

Relationship with them?

What do you view them as? (family,friend,other)

Do you feel attracted to them in any way?

What’s one thing you’d like to do with them?

Tell us one memory you have with them.

Anything you’d like to ask them or state to them? If so, say it now, please!

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Vadaya Judgement Meme