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{ Hello ! This is brand new (remade) multimuse blog featuring characters from MDZS, Fire Emblem, and more, including a few original characters! I’m not new to to the scene, but since I’ve recently remade this blog I would very much appreciate it if you could give this post a like or reblog if you’d be willing to interact with any of problem children! Thank you so much in advance, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }

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{ Hello ! This is brand new (remade) multimuse blog featuring characters from MDZS, Fire Emblem, and more, including a few original characters! I’m not new to to the scene, but since I’ve recently remade this blog I would very much appreciate it if you could give this post a like or reblog if you’d be willing to interact with any of problem children! Thank you so much in advance, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }

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{ Hello ! This is brand new (remade) multimuse blog featuring characters from MDZS, Fire Emblem, and more, including a few original characters! I’m not new to to the scene, but since I’ve recently remade this blog I would very much appreciate it if you could give this post a like or reblog if you’d be willing to interact with any of problem children! Thank you so much in advance, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }

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{ Hello ! This is brand new (remade) multimuse blog featuring characters from MDZS, Fire Emblem, and more, including a few original characters! I’m not new to to the scene, but since I’ve recently remade this blog I would very much appreciate it if you could give this post a like or reblog if you’d be willing to interact with any of problem children! Thank you so much in advance, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }

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{ Hello ! This is brand new (remade) multimuse blog featuring characters from MDZS, Fire Emblem, and more, including a few original characters! I’m not new to to the scene, but since I’ve recently remade this blog I would very much appreciate it if you could give this post a like or reblog if you’d be willing to interact with any of problem children! Thank you so much in advance, and I hope you have a wonderful day! }

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{ Heads up that I’m on the linking process for the remake of this blog, so I changed this one’s name which basically means if you try to click on anything on here it will take you to the new blog and tell you it doesn’t exist! I’m hoping to be done with the blog tomorrow! You’re free to creep follow me lol, but if you do you’ll have to waddle through my tag dumps and a few other things so just a warning that your dash might get spammed if you do! }

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{ I might do (another) massive overhaul of this blog? Having gone back to a single muse blog for the first time in ages, I’m discovering I get very easily overwhelmed with multis and add muses at random and then I end up with too many and then it’s difficult to build relationships, but at the same time there are still plenty of muses I love on this blog. I’m debating cleaning this blog or making a sideblog for a mutli? Or, I have no idea, to be honest. The same applies to @vantagx expect basically I’ll be rejoining the FE fandom come Three Houses with a new single-muse blog (I’m basically just trying to decide where Ira is going lol). }

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{ Ahh, I’m sorry I’m not super active here at the moment. To be honest, I didn’t think I’d take to Jin Ling so well?? I’m having so much fun writing him and its such a breath of fresh air. I sincerely can’t recall the last time I’ve enjoyed writing a muse this much so I’ve 100% been on his blog messing around and writing. I apologize! I wasn’t expecting to love writing him as much as I do! His blog is over @xiianzi! I’ll be around here still, but I just love writing my boy so much and with how down I’ve been feeling (and how awful I’ve felt about my writing recently) lately, it’s just such a relief to be enjoying anything again. }

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sakuraari‌:

ARIANA DOESN’T HOLD BACK ANY excitement when the stranger seems pleased with her offer, and even takes careful consideration for his choice! Innocent eyes watch attentively, showing nothing that would oppose his choice in flowers, though head tilts in curiosity as she watches him slide the flower behind his ear ( though that genuine smile REMAINS ) “th-th … tha … that’s a pr-pr … pre … preeeeeetty fl … flower! I … I like the p-p … pi … pink ones, t-t … too … bu … b-bu … but my f-fav … favor … r-r … rite ones are the y-y … yell … yellow ones … !”

“—I … I tr-tr … try to ta … take care of th-th … the … them, bu … but … s-sometimes … people st-st … step on them …” Ariana explains with a slight pout, “b-b … but they’re not mi … mine … the … they’re the p-p … parks! th-they grow in the gr-gr … gra … grass aaaaaall the t-time … !”

      “Hmm, the yellow ones,” he hums softly; smile still stretched across his frail features as he swept his across the basket of flowers for a moment to admire the handful of yellow ones she had plucked. “They’re quite beautiful, as well. They look just like the sun, don’t they?” Seeing how eager she is, he can only imagine how much she must adore flowers in general. It’s refreshing, as strange as it would be to others, for him to run into a child so full of life. As a doctor, he’s far more accustomed to running into bedridden children with stuffy noses or hoarse coughs or worse. 

       He’s not exactly surprised to hear about how careless people can be - he finds humans always tend to be in a rush, they always have something to do or somewhere to do and rarely pay attention to the world they reside in. Perhaps he’s blessed because he can take everything one step at a time rather than three as most do. “That’s a shame, they’re so lovely, but I’m sure the flowers and park appreciate all of the love and care you pour into them.” For a moment, he taps his chin with his index finger in thought. He’s never been a handy person, having been ill and frail his entire life, but he could manage small things here and there. “Perhaps the park would allow us to build a small fence around one of the larger areas of flowers? Shall I see if we can get their permission?”  

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Luna is enjoying the sun ☀️🌸🐥

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       He hears the princess’s shameless giggling before he truly registers the slimy and sticky sensation seeping through his thick hair and sliding from his scalp. Swallowing around both a lump in his throat and his instinct to shout, he squeezes his eyes shut for a long moment in order to give himself enough time to mentally prepare for whatever’s been left behind atop his head. Inhaling the stench of swamp water and mud, he wearily lifted his hands over his head and poked at the thing before he gingerly grasped it between his fingers and lowered it in front of his eyes. With his index fingers pressed against the frog’s squishy belly and bumpy back, he stared into its coal black eyes for a long moment; blinking slowly as the frog’s glossy eyelids curved this way and that. Okay, a frog, that wasn’t awful, but should a member of a royal family really be putting frogs on people? Honestly, how shameless! His lord would never even think to do such a thing. Then again…his master was another story entirely. A frown creased his smooth lips and the intense stare he held the frog’s gaze with proved to be too much for the animal.

      With a deep gulp, the creature sucked in a breath and let out an ear-piercing ribbit that caught the swordsman off guard. With a flustered, “Ahh!” he loosened his grip on the animal and tossed his hands into the air, watching as it fell onto his lap with a gentle thud. “O-Oh Gods, I’m sorry are you all right?”With his hand hovering above the frog’s body he poked at its squishy flesh and tried to check for a pulse. Oh Gods, it was just a frog but it had been the princess’ frog. What if he killed it? What would he tell her then? How could ever make up for such a careless mistake? She might not have been the royal he served or even from his land, but killing something she had given him would be a terrible offense he could never atone for.

      Panicked, he ran his hands through his hair until he was ready to start yanking out strands or to throw himself at the feet of his lord and beg for his forgiveness. And if it wasn’t granted - well, he couldn’t allow this slight to ruin his master’s name, so he’d just have die! Just as he was seriously considering his own demise at the hands of a frog, the creature perked up, gave another loud ribbit and began to hop away. “W-Wait, you mustn’t leave! Come back, I’ll protect you in the princess’s stead,” he called, as he grabbed his sword, stumbled onto his feet and chased after the frog.

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cirocchio‌:

Friend – it is but one of the many strange quirks supernatural beings have, yet to know they tend to use terms of endearment lightly and to have them call you a friend are two different things; her heart skips a beat and she bites back a smile. How nice to be called like that by something not-human, even though she’s not quite sure that they mean it. The withheld smile blossoms after all, encouraged by the mild teasing, and she does dare to lightly press her finger against the bud – it feels true, real enough, her already-wide eyes grow bigger still, her face resembling a gleeful kid who’d just discovered a large box of toys. 

Though some of her unbridled joy fizzles out when they introduce themselves as an aspect of mother nature – panic pales her features, gaze anxiously dart around; what now? should she pay tribute, honour the deity with a deep bow and a litany of flatterings? She was never much the poet, or type to please great entities. It’s more fun to see the strong, rich, and bright pay homage than to force a feeble, cowardly mouse to kneel. “Um– I, eh, am sorry, I, t-thought– all g-gods had… long gone, from, eh, t-this world–” The greater culprit behind that being humans, no less; although she felt no malicious intent nor imposing manner in the good mother, it would not surprise her one bit if she held a grudge against her species. And, for that matter – her, she, mother; Ciri is not one to say what is possible and what not, but for a mother, the woman has a strangely masculine voice - her eyes, now downcast, try to steal a glimpse from under her eyelashes. Well, iif this is the guise the deity favours, she will not insult her by questioning her guise. “–Um, my name yes, ah, it-it is– Ciri. Um–m-mi…-ma–…mother…?” Is– that the correct title to use, then, when addressing her? Ciri’s assumption that a deity would like to be treated according to their elevated status increases her problems and anxiety at an alarming rate.

      With a gentle bob, the tiny bud swayed against her delicate touch before she drew her hand away once again. And he notices, without fail, how her eyes seem to grow in size and how her features begin to tug at their rounded corners in glee. Glee that, sadly, appears to fade as he introduces himself. He’s not unused to being met with fear upon announcing that he is something far from human, and, at times, he finds such reactions amusing. However, her fear is clearly rooted in panic based on how her eyes dart about everywhere. Perhaps she’s confused? It wouldn’t have been the first time, or she had been caught off guard. After all, for such a high being, he is often extremely casual about his status as a deity and the role he plays in how the world unfolds, even if he’s largely taken a back seat to allow the humans to shape their own world - earning the scorn of his kin for his ‘laziness’.        

        “Oh, not all, there are still many who visit this world or are connect to it. We have simply become better at hiding it while others have become less nosy.” He was a unique case, as one of the Gods with the ability to guide souls to the afterlife or exterminate them entirely (best to leave that part out, for her sake), he lorded over the forest that collected lost souls or those unable to move on that was nestled between this world and the one beyond it. But there were other Gods who stick their noses in from time to time, or tried to play lord over humankind. Her next statement; however, is what truly catches him by surprise, and he can’t help but break out into laughter. His smooth voice echoing through the trees, as he bends forward, clutching his abdomen as if he could actually loose his breath. Oh now, it’s been a while since he had anyone called him that. Hardly the first time, and surely not the last, but the uncertainty in her voice only served to make the comment all the more hilarious to him, and it was difficult for him to even swallow around his laughter for a few, long moments. “Ciri is it, dear,” He’s still chuckling as he forces out his words, “You need not concern yourself so much with formality around me. Simply calling me by my name is more than all right. I do not care about status. You are a friend, and friends call one another by their names, do they not?”      

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lachalaine‌:

Did you ever have one of those days - one of those really bad, really messy, woke up on the wrong side of the whole bed and fell into a dank ditch made of cow shit days? 

Yeah. Alright, so minus the cow shit ( depending on who you were speaking to, as even figuratively did she have a lot to scream about ) — that day was unfortunately her day, pretty much. 

Goddess divine, but was she just about ready to scream.

She can’t even bear to watch. 

( watch ‘what’ you say? )

“That — could have gone better.”

Famous last words. 

“The man just blew up at least several thousand dollars worth of lighting equipment, Theo. I’m sure it could have gone much better — but we’re too screwed to think about that now, aren’t we?” Jackie just can’t help but grouch, a full frown prominent upon velveteen lips as mahogany hues stared out across the vast expanse of the chaos now going on backstage, dark eyes brewing with all the simmering fatigue of a woman running on pure caffeine and at least sixteen tablespoons of sugar.

Everything could have gone better, really; and it was but a ridiculous notion to state this far into the day. They would have been far better off just pressing a sharp rewind into the better half of the week, like maybe hours and hours before one particularly irritating senior executive had decided to so sharply change the entire stage design on but merely a momentary whim; to end up slashing tried and tested contracts decided upon months in advance - only to turn around and instead commission a group of artists that’d very obviously had no experience in engineering whatsoever - prideful and overconfident, and brimming with the assumption that stage design was ever so easy; only for them to gain access to all the range of equipment and press just one switch ( just one ), and yet it’d happened to be the very one that’d sent all the stage LED screens and the majority of their sound system to blast out on the fritz on sudden and abrupt notice, all because of one bloody overloaded plug. 

Also, to add further insult to injury, had the men not installed the screens properly, and so a volley of them had just smashed to the ground with the jolt of the force that’d initially blown them all up, only to fall with but all the grace of a few shattered ( and very expensive ) mirrors. 

Tragic. 

“…I’m still getting paid for this, right?” 

“Not unless we want to use our laptop speakers for the gig, we’re not.” So she is told, as Theodore claps her on the shoulder and then clambers away, up onto the stage to at least try to figure out how to help. Though how any of them were going to get an armies worth of stage equipment in and have it all set up before sundown ( on one of the busiest festivals of the year, no less ) was questionable at best.

Even herself, who’d usually had some expert practice at pulling a medley of tricks out of her hat, was starting to get run down by it all. 

‘Was it too early to start drinking?’ 

A soft hum, and then a pout as the thought crossed her mind; hands curling against exhausted eyes that’d felt so much like they were throbbing in her head… 

She was too tired for this. 

Such dismal thinking, for what it was, would never be enough to get one far. And perhaps it’s with some luck that she’s drawn out of her thoughts by the presence of another; a male breaking through the inevitable gathering of the crowd that’d formed, the only one that’d deigned to approach - a stranger, by the looks of it, perhaps not even here for the festival but merely just passing by. 

A man that looks so ridiculously carefree and happy, only the brightest expression so prominent upon his visage — 

Oh, but to be so at ease. 

Yet for the life of her can she only muster for him an emotion of what feels like the total opposite, though she does make a halfhearted attempt at a wary smile. 

It physically hurts. “Need a bed, more like. But thank you, I appreciate it. I do think we - might not have it covered but, ” The slightest gesture forward, a heavy sigh; as though she’d even needed to bring anymore attention to the gaping mistake. “We’ll figure it out, I guess… Unless you do know a special effects crew with some extra lighting equipment available today. Or a magician.” 

She’d take either one at this point, she wasn’t going to be choosy. 

      It’s impossible not to notice the predicament the group’s gotten themselves into, or rather, the unfortunate situation their lighting crew had weaseled them into. And, to be rather frank,, he lacked much knowledge in the more technology-advanced aspects of society even he was largely up to date on other modern norms, but even he was more than capable of seeing that something was very clearly wrong with their equipment. The vague stench of smoke and heat that tickled at his keen nose were more than capable of informing him that not a single downed light or pile of glass that on stage was going to come back to life anytime soon.

        Most of the other onlookers that had gathered were already complaining about the show being ruined, but were too timid to approach the group. Yama lacked their silent mumbles of pity and concerned glasses, and harbored more than enough confidence to have simply strode up to the group. After all. he had been regarded as a God back in the day (well, his father had - he had simply inherited the man’s fame because spirits tended to be followers and humans were too dim to tell the difference, so, as far as he was concerned, it was close enough).

       A dark brow slowly rose as the woman spoke. He didn’t need to have much of a grasp on human habits or tendencies to realize she was exhausted and had, likely, already given up on mending the situation. Luckily for her, he was here, and if there was one thing a fox happened to be good for it was making miracles happen. Sure, they were fake miracles, but a fake was exactly what she happened to need, and he was the perfect man for the job - he was excellent at faking things. Some might even claim him an expert, after all, he’s spent his entire life pretending to be something he’s not.

       He’s slightly insulted by the notion that he could be a magician, but he lets the comment slide off. This was the perfect chance for him to conjure up a few believers and, perhaps, gain a few worshippers as a result. And oh, lord, does he need more humans who truly believe in his existence. His bride can keep him alive, of course, but numbers can offer him power and prosperity and wealth. All of which he desperately desires.

        “Well, you just so happen to be in luck then.” With confidence that could have put even the wealthiest and most shameless of men to shame, he ran his slender fingers through his silver hair, flinging a handful of wayward strands over his slender shoulders. “I’m not a magician per say, but I could certainly play one, and special effects are more than within my power to create, especially for someone as beautiful as yourself.” Despite being centuries old, he still fully believed flattery was the best way to get someone to worship him. To call him shameless was truly an insult to just how flagrant and outrageous he truly was. 

         Lifting his hand in front of his chest to hide it from the crowd behind them that had mostly wandered off in favor of searching for something slightly more interesting to do than gawk at the mess, he curled his fingers into a loose, half-fist. The display was, of course, completely unnecessary, as were most of the things he did, allowing a small, blue flame to bubble up from his skin. He allowed the fire to sit there for a moment before he dropped his hand back down to his side, and turned the bubble into a stream that slithered over to the woman, crossing harmlessly behind her before exploding into an array of colors ranging from silver and blue to purple and pink, resembling something akin to a tiny firework, but somehow far more magical. 

        It was a small display of what he was capable of. While he hated violence and detested fighting, he had still learned how to use his powers and abilities, even for something as outlandish as using them for the sake of a show put on by humans. Ahh, humans were so much more fun than demons. If he suggested they throw a festival, the lesser demons would complain about the work involved and his bride would surely call him a moron for even considering it (then again his bride was human, but not a very fun one). 

            “Well, is that close enough? Of course, I’m capable of making something far more grand, as well. You name it, and I’ll deliver.” He had few qualms about revealing himself to humans, despite the warnings of the lesser demons and his other half. He’d always held a fondness for them despite what they had done to his no-good father. By now, though, he imagined she might question whether or not he wanted something for her, so he felt the need to clear that up while he was at it. “All I want in return is for you to remember my name - it’s Yama.”