#animcsus

[hoovedrcyalarch]

a random starter for @animcsus

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 in the room. Regulus did not know how to feel. He sensed something was up. The Cervid Prince bites the inside of his cheek. " Is there something the matter?" He asks. " You look angry." Was it him? Regulus is not yet used to human presences. He was playing the part of a human, but he was not human.

Was it the fact he was hiding a secret? Regulus did not know how to respond. " I meant to tell you, but I just kept hiding it from you, and hoping you will not pester me for information."

[ofpolitics]

                                                        — continued from —

                   Every moment strung along in her life like a collection of Mon Calamari pearls,  some larger,  some more beautiful,  some more imposing.     But, sometimes,  in her necklace of memories,  it was the smaller of them,  the more misshapen that she loved the most.      Where would this one fall?

                   A colorful crowd milled about the stately reception room,  the smooth curves of pillars and walls lending a sense of something more intimate into the rather expansive space,  encourage conversations both large and more sectioned off.     Perfectly appointed to gather her husband's often recalcitrant colleagues and hopefully spark some partnerships and greater understanding.      And,  hopefully,  to ensure Alderaan would be as aware of others' needs as they were of hers.

                   Such as the young senator from Corona,  whose story had horrified many across the galaxy who had heard of it.     Personally,  she had witnessed,  oft from afar,  the turmoil Rapunzel's kidnapping had cause in the lives of the now young woman's mother and father,  her own childish heart aching for them.    Now,  as she slowly came to terms with seeking to have her own child coming to an end,  she could understand what had been their horrible reality for so many cycles a little better.

                   If only she could use that in some way to better put the princess at ease,  because she certainly seemed to be failing at it.           ❝  I was only joking,  my dear,  ❞     the queen offered her hand,  a silent apology in her words.           ❝  You were being an excellent communicator.  ❞          Though she knew full well the importance of having a goal,  a task in mind when one's world was upended,  she couldn't help for a moment but contemplate if perhaps the King and Queen of Corona had pushed their daughter out into the wider galaxy a tad too swiftly.          ❝  I only meant that we are allowed to not put our entire selves out to others,  that we should hold back a little for ourselves,  though that was not prompted by anything close to prying on your part.      My words,  my joke,  was for you.  ❞

                   — @animcsus

[incluctable]

Stirred amidst a flurry of thoughts, umber eyes break from a gaping stare. Finn shifts, swiftly averting his eyes in an unsuccessful attempt to look natural. He sighs inwardly and resolves to cast @animcsus an apologetic grin. ❛ Sorry but... have I seen you somewhere before...? ❜

starter for Kix ✦

[donutdollie]

                     squinting against the cloud of dust kicked up from the street by a sudden gust of wind, margot was forced to stop and shield her face with her sleeve like many on the street.   unless of course, she wanted a lung full of dirt and a coughing fit.   she could only hope it would rain soon, not enough to turn the main street into a mire, but rather just enough to settle the dust.   simply another one of the drawbacks of living in the west… or at least a drier climate and a tiny town.

                     dust cloud subsiding, the schoolteacher continued toward the general store, a list of needed items in hand, before swiftly side stepping a man who suddenly stepped out of one of the offices which came before it.     ❝  pardon me.  ❞      far from annoyed, her voiced lilted almost amused as she glanced over her shoulder at the stranger with dancing blue eyes.     ❝  lucky you for avoiding that miniature dust storm.  ❞     nothing thought of it truly… — @animcsus

[yukikorogashi]

━━━━ CHARACTER STUDIES.

Basic Information.

LEGAL NAME : Itsuki

NICKNAME(S) : Brat, Snowball, Snow Fairy, Snowflake, Snow Hick Child, Puff, Itty etc.

DATE OF BIRTH : 15th March

GENDER : Female

PLACE OF BIRTH : Japan, Hokkaido, North-Eastern Honshū

CURRENTLY LIVING : Japan, Hokkaido, North-Eastern Honshū

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : Japanese. Ainu. A little English.

EDUCATION : Was raised and taught everything by her fellow villagers, especially by her mother, grandmother, and other elders.

HAIR COLOR : Silvery-Grey

EYE COLOR : Brown

HEIGHT : 4′6" / 137 cm

Family Information.

SIBLINGS : None

PARENTS : Tomoko Upash (Mother, Deceased), Unknown (Father, Whereabouts Unknown)

CHILDREN : N/A

PETS : None (Wants a dog... or a polar bear, though)

Relationship Information.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single

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[adizzyingemporium]

things your muse can be identified by

colors.

black, purple and green.

scents.

cigarette smoke, cherry, bitter almond and graveyard dirt.

fashion.

Her favorite materials are leather, lace, pvc latex, fishnets and chains. Tabitha can usually be seen in a lacey tank top with fishnets and a leather jacket layered over the top. Depending on the setting she can be seen sporting a mini skirt or leather pants with platform boots to make herself look taller. Her accessories are usually silver, with chains and crosses being her favorite markers.

objects.

Dusty, old books written in dead languages, skulls covered in moss, clove cigarettes and butterfly knives.

body language.

arched brows, half-smirks, fluttering eyelashes and swaying hips.

aesthetics.

abandoned shrines, swamp water, twisting vines, dug up graves, flickering candles and blood on the moon.

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For multi-muse blogs pick whoever you want to do this for the most!

[ofpolitics]

continued at

i’m allowed to be enigmatic when i want to be. ( breha for rapunzel )

@ofpolitics​ :\\ Meme;

             Blonde strands were tucked behind her ear, long hair having been redone in such a fashion as she was unused to. She had only been recently saved from the prison the Trade Federation had her in... though no one would hear her out when she said that the person that had taken her was hired by them. Irregardless, she was grateful to be back with her family and while being a senator and King’s daughter, she knew this was what she wanted to do. To help the planet she hailed from be a safe place from the war that was raging around them. Though her fiance was usually busy helping smuggle necessary equipment to planets that were being held in a blockade, she was entirely sure he wanted the same. Her mother was currently busy speaking with other senators, which left Rapunzel to enjoy her surroundings. The planet was beautiful, she had always wanted to see other planets.. and this allowed her to. Alderaan was the second planet she had ever visited, but it offered the same things that she had thought she would never see again. Nature.

             The Senator’s wife had appeared at some point and conversation began, the blond shifting some at the most recent statement. “I suppose so...” She was still a little awkward in speaking to others, trying to keep her manners about speaking to others. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m a little.. difficult to communicate with at the moment... I’m still getting used to being around others again.” She could be jumpy still, she still got uncomfortable when she couldn’t find the right words to say. It wasn’t easy to learn right away, but she was trying her best. Her parents, King Frederic and Queen Arianna were planning on working with this planet in order to trade goods as a start of beginning to build trust. An ally in this mess of a galaxy. A war raged around them all and the best they could hope for was to assist others where it counted. She only knew so much, but she wanted to learn more.

[hoovedrcyalarch]

CHARACTER STUDY / BG3 EDITION

Basic Information.

LEGAL NAME : Regulus Cervus

NICKNAME(S) : Reggie, Reg

DATE OF BIRTH :

GENDER : Male

PLACE OF BIRTH : Creche Cervid, Astral Plane

CURRENTLY LIVING : Creche Cervid

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : Gith, Common

EDUCATION : Was taught by his Githyanki Elders

HAIR COLOR : Orange

EYE COLOR : Green

NOTEABLE FEATURES: Regulus has golden skin, unlike most Githyanki he was born with two horns on his head, and a tail. A pointed tail that resembles that of Tieflings.

RACE: Githyanki

HEIGHT : 6'0

Family Information.

SIBLINGS : None

PARENTS : Unknown

CHILDREN : None

PETS : None

Relationship Information.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

TAGGED BY: @animcsus TAGGING: @mad-hunts @essentiamortis @its-a-full-galaxy @alootus

[ofpolitics]

                                                    — continued from —

                 The senator failed to recognize that she had spoken aloud until the clone officer's voice beside her questioned her thought.     Her mind was clearly far too high into the clouds if she had lost track of her tongue.   Not that she was considering frivolous things, but rather had caught herself up in her series of arguments so completely.     A nearly sheepish smile crossed her lips,  golden gaze slipping about to meet his helmet lenses.          ❝  My apologies,  Lieutenant.    That was only a line I am considering using.    A loose thought,  I fear.  ❞

                   Softly vibrating from the thrum rumbling through the shuttle,  her hands smoothed her tunic's skirts,  head cocking at his questions with a not so subtle hint of surprise emerging.         ❝  That was not included in your briefing?    I might be too used to working with your brothers off planet if I have failed to note that they do not inform the guard of the mission.  ❞          An oversight that would now have to be inscribed onto her ever growing list of concerns which fell into her realm to bring up.           ❝  The mission should,  hopefully,  be a smooth one.    We are attempting to convince Overin to revoke their neutrality due to an ore deposit they have on one of their moons which would help in relieving a shortage which has emerged in the Kuat Drive Yards.     If all goes well,  as it should,  a standard diplomatic meeting.  ❞

                 — @animcsus

[sundanceofapache]

The clans were scattered, the planet was glass, and Tajur had watched his own boys do it. Plenty of nat-born troopers, as he'd heard some Clones refer to non-cloned sentients, had taken part but even under the helmets and the new dehumanizing armor designs he could recognize a Clone Trooper. From Mandalore he'd watched the holonews as Jedi were gunned down and the Republic seemed to implode on itself and then had seen those same boys glass the surface of his homeworld and Tajur couldn't understand why.

As the Empire solidified its power the Rim held more appeal to Tajur. His whole life had been spent on Mandalore and Kamino and now, even as an adult, he found himself often looking around like an awestruck child. Thank the Force for his bucket.

Here on the Rim, inching closer and closer to Wild Space, there was work for those who didn't have too many scruples. Tajur was finding that as someone who did have scruples ... work didn't come quite as easily. It was during one such negotiation that he spied a flicker of familiarity in the passing crowd. The black and gold armored Mandalorian stopped and turned toward the movement. Was the Empire extending its reach here?

Was it hunting the Mandalorian refugees ... was it trying to erase anyone who knew about where the Clones came from and how they were trained? Tajur drew his blaster and waded into the crowd after the familiar shape.

@animcsus

Tajur and Howzer - the Rim

[yukikorogashi]

SHE WAS STILL LOST in her admiration of the pretty sis that stood before her, for she was like a FLOWER PERSONIFIED! She would even wonder for just a moment on whether she was a FAIRY, only to just be as quickly pulled away from that thought, when the other asked her a question in return.

"Oh, no--" She shook her head then, while taking note of this place's name (Wondering what CORONA itself actually meant). The unfamiliar beauty of this kingdom would remind herself of how different it was to how things were back at home, and just how far she had truly travelled to actually make it here... "Ah come all the way from the LAND OF THE RISIN' SUN, sis! Can't remember how many steps ah took-- an' how many ships ah rode-- but it's real far frum 'ere~"

Bright colors spread throughout the kingdom, vibrant purples and yellows string between buildings while the wind softly blew. Music and chattering came from somewhere closer to the castle. It was lively, bright. Her hair had been braided up, a means of keeping it off the ground even though it still hung by her bare feet. "Corona! Are you from one of the other kingdoms around here?" There were lands that weren't under a kingdom, of course.. something she was starting to learn, but she was interested in learning about new people. She always had been.

[yukikorogashi]

what cycle do you keep repeating?

The Caretaker Loop

you build homes in other people. you notice the unspoken needs in a room and instinctively try to fill them — emotionally, practically, spiritually. you’re the one they lean on when things fall apart. but somewhere along the line, your own needs became negotiable. you learned (maybe too young) that being useful was how you earned love. now, even when you’re exhausted, you keep showing up. you listen until your ears ring, offer softness until you go numb, smile through the ache. and part of you resents it. but then you feel guilty for that, too. the trap: you give to feel needed, but being needed keeps you from feeling truly seen. the truth: you don’t have to earn your place in someone’s heart by tending to their wounds. to break it? learn the difference between care and self-erasure. you matter too.

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[youalljustlivehere-a]

When the moon hit’s your eye

Afternoon meal, candy and wine and everything else that he thought she would love during the day. As the light began to change to an orangey glow and the shadows grew long, Gin parted with much reluctance, leaving his date so that he could hole up in his home for the evening and await the coming change.

These nights had been a regular occurrence throughout his life, each full moon loosing control of his ability to change form, reverting back to a rough and instinctual creature of the night. For a long time, it hadn't mattered to him at all. He'd planned his concert tours around the phases of the moon and everything had worked out fine. But in those early days things had been different. Now, he had a reason not to want to be kept on his property. He'd rather have been able to take her to dinner, spend the night together... The ache was almost enough to make him punch the wall out of frustration.

He just might have. Fist raised as he leaned against the door of his home, half tempted to either kick something or just slump down right there and wait the night out. Instead though, he caught sight of his complete mistake. A small box sitting on the end table next to his violin case, covered in beep blue velvet and containing a very special piece of jewelry he'd commissioned months ago just for today. And of course he'd forgotten all about it, fool that he was. A gruff breath left his lungs and with more force than he needed, the man pushed himself off from the door and strode across the tiled floors of the room, snatching the case up.

This is bad

This is so bad

I can't bring it to her now... damnit!

And of course, those reckless thoughts come to mind

Maybe if I'm fast, I can drop it off in her mailbox...

The likeliness of something like that succeeding was an abysmally small number.

Was he going to rethink this however? No. No he was not.

Even before he'd told her, Llyria had her suspicions about Gin's scheduled absences. Once every month, like clockwork. When he'd come to her about the situation just a couple of months ago, she'd been understanding but not all that surprised and that had been a relief to him more than anything. That had also been the day he'd asked her to become his manager, to help him keep that schedule and still maintain his music career. The excitement, the relief, all things he tried to keep clear in his mind as he clutched the box in his hand and threw open the door of his home, running out into the streets and trying his best to make a straight line to her place.

To his credit, Gin made the halfway mark before the full moon caught him, forcing his body to shudder as he curled in on himself, struggling against the inevitable change and for the most part doing nothing more than causing a temporary headache. Now there was the wolf. Now there were only urges. Run, hunt, howl. An overload of the senses and scents and sounds filled his nostrils and tickled his ears. What to do first? Where to go? But wait, there was something amiss here. He felt as though he needed to be looking for something. What was it?

The small box he held in his jaws was the missing puzzle piece. He set it down and gave it a sniff and then finally, something clicked. The wolf picked the item up again and began to run. There was a familiar scent he had to find. He wasn't sure why, but the urge was there and it was strong.

Now weaving his way through the darkened streets, only distracted by a stray pet once or twice the wolf found his way to her door, scratching and clawing at it until a light came on, and the sounds of a woman who'd clearly been awoken from a nice sleep met his ears. She was grumbling and huffing her way down the stairs, unhooking the chain, opening the door...

The tiny woman had to turn her head upward to see Gin's wet black nose, though her startled expression didn't seem to register in his canine brain as he pushed past her into the house, box still in his mouth even as he sniffed around the front room. Llyria had recovered with speed, closing the door behind her and following the large animal around the room.

"Come back here!" She cried, her small frame not doing much to hinder his progress through her house. The strange thing was, although she'd been startled and bewildered at first, there was a familiarity to this animal that she felt so close to knowing. The way he stood, the turn of his head, the way he drew breath even. Halfway down the hallway she barked out "Gin stop!" And he did, head turning to see who was calling to him. Now able to let go she flopped onto her rear, hands planted at each side to keep her upright as he strode over to her and gave her torso neck and face a good sniffing, almost pushing her back down big lunk that he was.

Yes, this was the scent he'd been looking for. He dropped the box on her stomach and lay down, watching her to see if she was going to accept his gift.

Llyria glanced down at the box and lifted it, her silver gaze returning to the wolf beast before her. The woman almost smacked her head as she put the pieces together, but the red that started to color her cheeks belied her mild irritation for the truer feelings that lay underneath.

"You went out tonight just for this? Goddammit Gin you could have waited til tomorrow." His tail thumped happily against the floor when she said his name, and Llyria knew he barely understood what she was saying. She scolded him a bit more just the same while opening her gift. Inside she found a platinum bracelet, it's chain designed to look like a ring of vines and leaves, leading around to a flower with a fire opal at it's center, orange and red and iridescent when it caught the light. For a long moment, Llyria shifted her eyes between the beautiful gift and Gin, and then...

She scooted her way over to him, small arms wrapping around his thick, fluffy neck and shoulders. She'd still give him a little hell for the things he'd knocked over and the vase he'd broken in his little tour of the house, but for now, she held her wolf tight, and there wasn't anything that could stop her from letting him stay at her place until the morning brought him back to himself.

[adizzyingemporium]

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[hoovedrcyalarch]

Regulus smiled with his eyes. < Really? There are others? Though I do not think they are able to develop such technology.> His voice echoed in the other man's head. The Cervid seemed passionate about what he was talking about. His golden fur relaxed. He wondered what was a Commander doing here.

Then agan, perhaps Regulus could tell the Commander everything. The human looked trustworthy, he cannot see a squirming slug in there. No. Regulus' tail relaxed too. < Sir, may I please tell you why I am here? It is an important reason. I am afraid you are unware of an infestation of mind controlling parasites?> His voice got bitter when mentioning it. His fur puffed up again. He did not have a mouth but his facial expression turned into.. anger.

[yukikorogashi]

GRATITUDE WOULD FILL HER VERY BEING,, as Itsuki easily returned the Tiefling's smile with one of her own. For this strong warrior before her so clearly possessed one of the biggest and most TENDER OF HEARTS imaginable. And Itsuki knew that she was most fortunate then, to have her as a companion. "Ya got it, sis!" The words would leave her in a soft giggle, "But, only if ya do the same, okie~?"

It was never fair to Itsuki, to see anyone take EVERYTHING upon their lone shoulders. Perhaps it was because of where she had come from, and the way that she was raised. For no matter what, everyone had a part to play. And while she might be far younger and more inexperienced, Itsuki believed that she could be just as helpful as all these here grown ups!

With that said, Itsuki hummed softly in thought. As she thought about what more they could do here, before it was time for them to move on to the next area.

"Mmm... if it's alright, ah'd like ta check around fer some plants we can use fer cookin' later on~ D'ya think we got time fer dat?

@yukikorogashi :\\ Cont.

She was sweet, this was probably really hard for her. It was hard for the tiefling herself, something that she was sure was harder for the younger one. People can be afraid, but nothing was braver than facing what made them such in the first place. Small smile pulled the corners of her lips, yellows shifting from the pond they stood near to her. "You got any problems, you let me know. I'll do what I can to help." After all, everyone needed to feel like there was a safe space. If she could be the one to make the space feel safer, she would be. She was afraid herself--afraid that she would just burn out one night and not be there to help... Even if she couldn't personally be the one to have a safe space... she'd try to make sure others could. "Anything you wanna do before the group gets to moving again?"