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𓂃 ଓ ; i know i have left this blog to collect... so much dust, real life and other obligations have gotten very much in my way. while i can't promise a return any time soon, as life continues to get in my way, i can offer my services elsewhere while my writing spoons are few. psssssst.... you can commission graphics from me @originfx

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𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙿𝙾𝙸𝙽𝚃, 𝚂𝙾…

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙳!

#NEARLIGHT   ー   “ When it ends, they end together. ”

an independent, semi-selective, low-activity multi-muse blog with characters from Wuthering Waves, Arknights, Honkai Impact 3rd, Honkai: Star Rail, Genshin, and Path to Nowhere as imagined by Jieun/Milky. ©

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𓂃 ଓ ; @tempestforged wrote ;

FAER SKIRTS through the streets of Rinascita like a phantom, a nod to the Bloom bearers that cross his path as he moves towards the bell tower. He muses on his luck that the Montelli family have turned a blind eye to his incessant need to find the highest point facing Home, high above the mists that interfere with communications. "TETHYS, Authorisation Arbiter, connect to Astral Modulation, Greenhouse." The wait has his foot tapping against the tiled roof, waiting patiently for the distant machine to connect him to the woman he knows is sitting near the Piano. Abby, it seems, is more impatient than he is with the way they're floating back and forth, muttering about frequencies before finally coming to rest on the Rover's head when the gentle blue eyes appear. "Shorekeeper..." A tilt of his head, the soft smile appearing as piano keys clack gently beneath her hands. "I'm not sure if they've arrived yet, but I found the field of flowers, it seems our benefactors in Rinascita became its caretaker." A beat, a gentle wave from Abby before the Tacet Discord is returning to their map. "Apparently they symbolise love to the locals now you know~" A teasing smile full of affection, the words unspoken unmissable at the flower that contains all of his emotions for the woman who waited longer than he'd planned.

a hollow heart like hers cannot miss him, for she has missed him for eternity without ever truly understanding what that means. the emptiness in his absence is smaller now that he is so near, that he might return again.

that he might do something such as this, and appear in a flickering holostatic before her. sweet ivory fades into silence, lithe fingers lingering in the shape of a chord she has stopped needing a name for.

" so you have, " her voice echoes in soft soprano, the corners of her lips curled. in another life she might be there beside him, might be drawn by his hand down into an endless sea of pale petals. in this one, she is the butterfly on his right shoulder, gossamer wings a kiss upon his cheek.

though before she can think to continue her reply, he is speaking again. the words take a moment for the shorekeeper to register, which widens her eyes and stiffens her shoulders only a moment. were it that her cheeks could flush, were it that her heart could stutter...

" ah... is that so? " she is smiling, hands abandoning piano keys so that they might come together over her chest. her eyes fall from his, shy, but she is smiling. with him, she is so often smiling. " how fitting... "

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𓂃 ଓ ; @briory wrote ;

[ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc

"Do you remember, all that time ago?" It felt like it happened in another lifetime. The rooftops stretched into the skyline, craning their necks as high as they could go--higher than the oncoming flood, high enough to keep themselves alive. They were blocky, and brutal, and long-abandoned. Where they cracked, life was teeming through: blades of grass racing against brother or sister to be the first to touch the sun's rays. But the sun had not shone that day. A shadow swept over the ruins and over Mei's heart. It took the form of a snake, and that snake held her in its jaws. She was a villain. A sinner. She willingly cast herself as an antagonist and exited STAGE RIGHT, because the world's scorn didn't mean as much to her as one, upset, little Kiana. Today is a long day from that day. They huddle in Finality's quarters and are kept safe by the walls that surround them. Her bedsheets stink just a little bit. Mei would have to remind her to add them to her next laundry load, though she knows she'll most likely end up washing them herself. "It was raining then, too. We were both weak in our own ways, and the droplets felt like they added weight to our shoulders." Perhaps it was just the Honkai energy they housed, but maybe they also felt like the tears Mei couldn't shed. Sparks would have danced from hers to the Kaslana's, and she knew--had she shown the smallest sign of weakness--that it would have reflected in her mirror. Their souls are just like that: one's natural component of the other, a domain & a range, pitch black & pale white. Her grip on Kiana tightens. They had been side-by-side, cuddled together and just barely spreading one another's warm--but now Kiana's body rests fully atop Mei's. She can feel her breaths against her neck. She can feel her own breathing slow to match, too. But the way her fingers curl round the girl's sides tell her that this isn't close enough; even a millimeter apart, the chance of losing her is nonzero. "Look at how far we've come, though. I would say I have my regrets, but to have you here in this moment... Every effort has been worthwhile, my light."

she remembers, of course she does. the worst day of her life, maybe. there have been a few of those, but none ever rival the frigid cold of that nagazora sky. when kiana thinks about her life― really thinks, about all that she loves and all that is not around for her to love any longer― she thinks that nothing has ever rivaled the pain of watching mei go.

of being uncertain that she would return, that they would live to see one another again.

as if it is even possible, kiana burrows closer to the other's warmth. she's the warm one, technically speaking, but it's not a physical feeling with mei. it's an idea, the comfort of a soul so near to her own, one that she does not have to speak to in order to understand. they're just like that, each other's halves, a feeling kiana has never found in her absence.

" yeah, " kiana's eyes are shut, but she can imagine mei's face without opening them. how the light from the window, gray and watery with the storm outside, turn her features impossibly more beautiful. how her eyes reflect the lightning that rolls in the clouds, how they become a shade of violet so enrapturing that they're impossible to look away from. she's traced the lines of that face a million times, burned its every detail into her mind. " i remember. "

like it was yesterday. like it was last night, a dream, a nightmare. but mei is right, those were steps that had to be taken. the road before them had been long― is long still, impossibly so― but they have travelled it alongside one another, even when it was not so obvious. every mile another towards this moment, this warmth.

" you know, sometimes i wonder what would be different... " it's a thought that's hard to entertain, the notion that things even could be. that there is a world where their ending might have been something other than this. " but i can never figure it out, what might have changed. i guess it's silly, but i think it was always supposed to be this way. "

with a huff of effort, kiana moves to untangle herself from the mess of limbs that they've made of each other. she pushes herself upright just so, a hand on either side of mei, holding her upright just enough so that she might peer down at those violet eyes a moment.

were she an artist, this image would be hung in every museum hall. raiden mei, lightning caught just beneath her, beautiful and impossible to recreate. a single moment in time, stolen forever in kiana's calloused hands.

" can i tell you a secret? " her voice is hushed, her lips curled in a smile. a schoolgirl to her crush, the moon to her sea. " i wouldn't change it all, not a single thing. because here, with you... "

kiana's nose brushes mei's, pale lashes flutter shut.

" this is where i've always wanted to be. "

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𓂃 ଓ ; @briory wrote ;

[ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand "Kiana." The voice rings like a bell hanging from the edge of a star: clear, resolute, steadfast. It is a reflection of the other's mental & physical state, having rested well & eaten aplenty before immediately coming to visit. Were she to falter during even a fraction of a second, it may make weakness in the Kaslana; without open eyes, darkness can quickly encroach upon the light. So she takes take of herself. At a moment's notice, Mei is ready. She grabs her hand, firm yet soft. Compared to Kiana, Mei is a mountain of a woman. She shields her from the icy gales with her back and provides her a spot to bathe in the sun from on high. She raises her up in times of triumph, and rushes to her aid when the weight of the world comes down onto her shoulders. Mei cannot help having jagged edges and rough peaks, but she hopes--if her eyes look softly enough and her lips draw into a curved smile--that she can also lay her in a blanket of soft snow. Right now though, Kiana's hand could use a good squeeze. Mei applies enough pressure so as not to leave a mark. "What were you doing last night? I have watched you nearly doze off four times now, even failing to hear me approach." A pause, and then a sigh. ... "If there's anything you can leave to me. Please."

in her dream, she can smell mei's sweet perfume. it's like returning home after a long day, a reunion she's had a thousand times and wants for no less than a thousand more. mmm, maybe that's not even enough. oh, she can hear her voice— her favorite song, that sound, how it carries the syllables of her name so perfectly— as though she's right there, and if kiana were to reach out just so...

" huh- "

eyes shoot wide open, each limb jerking awake in rapid succession after them. all but one, which kiana's attention darts to first: her hand.

" oh. "

momentary panic melts like the last snow of late spring, drips harmlessly from finality's features until pale pink creeps up her neck and soft lips curl into a sheepish smile. mei is quite real, and though kiana does try ( really, really tries ) to feel at least a little bad for worrying her...

well, it's hard to feel bad about anything when she's here, hand warm and eyes so captivating and— " blame bronya, " she deflects with practiced ease, " she wouldn't let me go until we finished all those new levels, or else she was going to play without me! " and perhaps she is whining, just a little bit, gazing up at mei with eyes that say ' it was important and not my fault and i won't do it again i promise. '

( even if, of course, they both know that's not true. )

pleading gaze turns soft, affectionate, knowing. the hand that remains free of mei's turns itself in, reaching for origin's other so that she might steal just that much more space from between them.

" you don't have to worry so much, okay? " kiana knows better than to think that will ever stop her, but she says as much anyway. " i'm fine, i promise, just... " yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn, " tired. "

pause— her smile shifts once more, lopsided now. " mmm, y'know what sounds like a really big help right now? " bangs fall in her eyes now as her head cants just so, laughter on her breath. " a nap, with you. "

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𓂃 ଓ ; hello... i survived the war and will be crawling my way back to this blog & answering dms and asks and all of that soon !! probably still slowly, lest burnout overtake my soul, but by god i will.

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𓂃 ଓ ; im not back yet but you know what's coming when i am (castorice)

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welt yang enthusiasts please write with us @gnostichymns please i know you are out there looking at this ooh you want to write welt so bad lol

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𓂃 ଓ ; hello friends, i come bearing... hiatus alas i had hoped to get more done before november was upon me but i fear i was not able to :'D hopefully it won't be complete radio silence for the whole month, but i will be gming two month-long campaigns for a group i'm in, so my focus will not be back here largely until december, as it is a very draining process haha if you'd like to keep in contact while i am less present here you are more than welcome to ask for my discord! thank u for bearing with me <3

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𓂃 ଓ ; @huijarii wrote ;

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] for bronya?

the qlipoth fort is warm as ever, the low drone of geomarrow so constant a sound that bronya has long since stopped hearing it. she sits at the supreme guardian's wide desk, in a chair she has still yet to grow into, finger tapping idly atop a stack of paperwork she has leafed through no less than thrice.

it does not get any less heavy, the shadow hanging over her, though lately she has begun to wonder if it is only she herself that can still see it.

the gravelly voice of a guard draws her gaze, pulls her mind from within itself and reminds her to straighten her spine as she rises and lift her chin. in a voice too loud for the room's quiet— that of a soldier, which ricochets off of the room's high ceilings and threatens to make her flinch— he announces the arrival of this afternoon's only meeting.

ah, bronya dips her chin in a curt nod, a silent grant of permission to continue, this.

strange requests come across her desk frequently, such is the nature of her station. people seek an audience over just about anything, or even for nothing at all. remiss as bronya is to turn away a civilian in need, there are instances where she hasn't a choice.

but every now and again, something unexpected will catch her eye. such had this, delivered by the hand of none other than seele herself, a request to which bronya had received quite a few raised brows upon accepting. her miraculously empty book for its date, however, had squashed any argument that her time would be better spent elsewhere.

and she is, admittedly, most curious.

heavy doors are pushed open on silent hinges, a silvermane guard on either side and two trailing their guest as he steps beyond the threshold. bronya is careful with her eyes, waits until the doors are shut and her men are at ease before it is lowered.

pale grey settles upon striking emerald, her expression carefully levelled as she considers the feline curve of the man's features.

" you are dismissed, " she announces— a command that is answered after a beat of hesitation. the room empties of guards, the door slow to shut behind them. bronya does not look away from the man once.

a beat before she takes her seat once more, before her guardian's expression thaws, curiosity betrayed in the tilt of her head.

" to what do i owe the pleasure, mr. koski? "

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𓂃 ଓ ; forgive my quiet!! i will be getting around to my few replies this weekend i hope, and then will likely put myself on something of a hiatus throughout november as it will be quite a busy month for me ;v;

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🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

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𓂃 ଓ ; jesus.

𓂃 ଓ ; please stop praying for my grandpa...

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𓂃 ଓ ; please stop praying for my grandpa...

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𓂃 ଓ ; for any muts who would like to plot / chat in a place where i'm much more likely to see it, you are more than welcome to request my discord via im! you can also ask for my non-rp socials ( twt/bsky ) :D

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𓂃 ଓ ; @malumae / continued from ✦ ( ren & jingliu )

he commands her as though he has any right to, as though the ground they stand upon is any more his than her own. as though it is not drenched in just as much of his own sin as it is her anger.

" i'm afraid i cannot, " her voice is ice, cold and unfeeling as the hollow woman that wields it. but there is a rush to this, a candle to her everfrost, the stirring of anger and— deeper still— grief.

for she has cauterized her every wound that still remembers what it means to mourn, told herself such a thought means nothing to her any longer, but the cold ache of severed limbs is heavier in some moments than others. it is heavy here, before this still-breathing evidence of all that was and is no longer.

but weight is nothing to anger, to hands that clamor hot and hungry up her spine and shoulders, that reach for her eyes. jingliu watches him, wonders if he can see them too— the war she fights every moment, the war she may never have had to were it not for—

" what part, " ice cracks with veins of crimson, teeth bared and voice a low rumble in her throat, " of stay out of my way is so unclear to you? "

she might move to remind him, to tear open old scars and draw a dozen new ones, but she does not. just watches, only watches. mara paints another future in her mind's eye, holds it before her like a glittering fruit, warm and beating and red in its open palm. jingliu's jaw clenches, eyes darting frantically beneath their veil.

her fingers itch for a sword, for the bite of ice against her corpse's palm, the feeling so faraway that she cannot find it. she itches, the violence beneath her pale skin begging to tear free of it.

it takes too much not to tremble. he may well wish to see her suffer, and she does not deign to appease him.

" move, " the word grits in her throat, " i will not warn you again. "