#apocryphis

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Y'know, I think Hermaeus Mora looks chewy.

The Last Dragonborn, probably

[lunaetis]

MY HOME HAS A HEARTBEAT ; IT SOUNDS LIKE YOURS eden & alhaitham ( @apocryphis ) // art commission by : wewxrp nus

your first meet with him was unconventional. you could never have anticipated him to become someone irreplaceable to you later on. there was something about him you cannot describe, something about him that gave you a sense of calm. you didn't remember when it started, either. when was it that you began to look forward to the day you could return to the world where he was in ? when was it that you felt as though the place you belong was no longer upon the astral express and within his arms ? you couldn't tell. but you find solace in his presence, in being held by him, in the sound of your name on his lips. the separation became more difficult. you wanted to go back. you had to go back. before you knew it, he became your anchor, your home, your everything. even with the seed of destruction within you, he embraced you fearlessly. he kissed your scars, and with that, he took your heart with him. you would do anything for him. the matching tattoo on your right wrist a reminder how he had left a permanent mark on you if the way your heart called for him constantly was not proof enough. sometimes, home is not a place, but a person. he was the one who taught you what this feeling means. he was your first love, and if possible, you'd like him to be your last, too.

[minban]

ash marrs his tongue when a wretched name so foul spills from his lips, the cause of his misery and nightmares that continue to plague his consciousness despite all the safeguards to his memory processor. there are flames alighting before his eyes, a memory he cannot escape from no matter how far he runs. flames lick at his heels as he is plunged back to when he had lost his family, his planet, his home. and the person who can lead boothill to the monster who deprived him of everything stands before him in this bright bubbly room, staring at him as the barrel of his gun is cocked towards he stoneheart's head. boothill looks at aventurine with a burning inferno in his eyes, a rage that is contained with mere metal plates to barricade the vestiges of his soul. "you gonna fess up? or do i gotta shoot you in the head to get that son of a nice lady's location from you?" / @apocryphis

[immobiliter]

You know what, I want to send in some ❤️ but I want you to pick... 4 people to do it for. Yes Lottie, I'm making you do some of the work. Sue me 🤭

my god sae, you exist to make my life difficult don't you~

for @apocryphis

it wouldn't be a hyv love corner without me talking about ventium, the first person in the hyv fandom that i truly reached out to write with ( no sae, you don't count ), and who has blessed me with so many wonderful dynamics in the year or so that we've now been writing together. writing and plotting with ventium is such a joy, i feel like we clicked very quickly and i love that neither of us are ever able to keep anything short ( remember, discord character limits are a target, not a limit :D ) and that we're both slow but enthusiastic snails. i credit her with so much of my muses' development over the past year, particularly getting to delve into the dynamic duo that is furina & neuvillette and all of the worldbuilding that allows us to do about fontaine as a whole. and no matter how long it takes us, i know that we have so many exciting things in store, both for our ships and for our other dynamics, and to have that sort of longevity in plotting and writing together is wonderful.

for @mercysought

i can't not talk about skells, an absolute staple of my dash and my tumblr experience for years now. she is another rp partner who gets to be a slow but enthusiastic snail alongside me: that we started writing pairings like jamie & anora *checks notes* five years ago ( can you believe, skells?? ) and we're still barely scratching the surface of them both in their outlander and da verses, and then we added to that with the black sails stuff with flint, silver & maxima ( tempting you into black sails is one of my proudest achievements ) is incredible. skells is another individual that is always so, so up for all the wild ideas and crossovers i throw at her and that makes her one of my favourite people to be creative with. and that's before i talk about her genius when it comes to crafting her ocs, whom i adore like my own (non existent) children, truly <3

for @lorelodge

ace is another staple of my tumblr experience that i can't not talk about, someone who has been there since the very beginning and one of my absolute favourite people to worldbuild with. the fact that, without them, my most beloved soul muse jack would not have the intricate and detailed background that he has, is something that should not be overstated and that we have gotten to continue in that vein with all of the other dynamics we have thrown together since you made your multi is such a gift. i know i can throw a batshit insane idea at ace and they will somehow make it even more insane and brilliant, and i also know that i can really, truly delve into complicated and interesting dynamics without fear or judgement. our writing partnership started with an abusive parental relationship and now we're here with our vampiric polycule and i have loved every minute of that pipeline lmao.

for @polarnoid

rat !! my beloved. i will echo what they said the other day because honestly it feels like i've known rat a lot longer than we actually have known each other, just because we clicked so easily and writing together was so fun and easy to do right from the start and through the 234238 dynamics we have conjured since, which is such a rare thing and something i treasure so much. rat not only is an incredibly fun person to both talk to and plot insane, intricate universes with, but also someone who brings such a wonderful narrative voice to their writing. i always feel like i'm in the particular character's head when i read a reply of theirs, and it's a talent that i am always in awe of.

send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog! / @iniziare

[predvestnik]

「 @apocryphis ✦ 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 」

you have keen eyes , mr tartaglia . (from neuvi!)

Does he now?

A connection has been formed with enough substance for Tartaglia to know Neuvillette doesn't entertain cheap flattery nor sarcasm. The observation, passing as it might've been, prompts the young warrior's throat to rumble with the force of a discreet chuckle.

He doesn't dare to transgress in the office or presence of the Iudex by touching the kamera set on one of the shelves, yet his attention remains fixed on the item, scanning how it's distinctly configurated to suggest use rather than serve purely as an ornament.

     ❛ I won't take all the credit, there's a lot to learn about you by paying attention to this room alone. Besides... now I wonder what you've got recorded, kameras are a great tool to understand how its users see the world. ❜

[resolutepath]

❤️oh please do torture ventium on my behalf thanks

Always happy to offer some ventium torture 🤭 What I like about Ventium is that you always know you're getting an enthusiastic and engaged rp partner. It's seen in so many ways from comments left on posts to small hints from interconnected threads being drawn into others, building a picture, creating a rich canvas of interactions. You also have someone who really actually cares about the muses and I have my biases, but again that enthusiasm shows in how deeply one might dive into lore and also into plotting. And of course writing with ventium comes with a great, patient friend who is incredibly talented and I am glad to have stumbled across

@avaere asked for @apocryphis torture / still accepting!

[daybreakrising]

@apocryphis: under the silver glow of iridescent moonlight, moze feels himself slowly, but surely, drifting into the early hours of sleep. at his side, jiaoqiu too, lies perfectly relaxed; at his side, or rather, upon his shoulder, comfortably nestled there. moze's arm, draped around his lover's shoulders, must serve as a comfortable pillow, he gathers - beneath his fingers lazily grazing over the foxian's collarbones, he feels that telltale purr humming and vibrating (it had been an unexpected discovery the first time around, but moze, as with all things related to jiaoqiu, stopped questioning it near instantly, embracing it all instead).

but - is it the cold luminosity of the night, that makes his thoughts drift back to that day, or is it the sensation of scarred skin and tissue when his fingertips wander a little higher to jiaoqiu's neck? that wild, inane gamble he had made, an impossible strategy banking everything on one plant and... moze's gentle grazing stops, without abruptness, without shock; only comes to a gentle halt. and after a moment, his hoarse, low voice murmurs into the night - he knows jiaoqiu isn't asleep. "you were going to do it all along." a quiet, simple remark, that could have sounded like an accusation - had it not been softened by an infinite fondness that makes that reshapes it into a sad conclusion. "you told me about tumbleweed months before we went to the luofu. you were already thinking about it, weren't you." moze turns his head, nosing into jiaoqiu's pale pink hair (he had done his duty, what he thought was right - moze would never blame him for a decision he would have also made in his place). but one question only remains. "why didn't you tell me?"

There is no truer bliss, he thinks, than the comforting warmth of a lover's arms in which to drift so peacefully to sleep. It is instant, the way he feels any lingering tension drain away from his shoulders the moment he tucks himself so snugly into his side, that familiar scent flooding his senses as he nuzzles his face against warm, bare skin. He is the happiest he has ever been, a fact he long ago recognised but can only now truly, freely, admit.

The light skim of fingers across his skin is enough to slowly lull him further and further from consciousness - he can feel his eyelids weighing heavier and heavier, feel his limbs loosening little by little where they drape across and around the body beside his own. That soft rumble within his throat is a sound of pure contentment, an indication of the most excellent sleep he is surely about to experience.

Gentle, too, is the way that purr fades to silence, but he remains loose-limbed and content against him. He has expected this, of course. His crow is sharp, his mind keen. He always knew he would put the pieces together eventually. That there is no accusation in his tone, no hint of blame, or anger, is why Jiaoqiu remains so at ease in his arms. Because of course, he thinks, Moze would understand why.

Why didn't you tell me? Ah. This question, too, he expected. It is a reasonable question to ask - there is very little that Jiaoqiu has not told Moze ever since those early days when there was yet trust to be gained. Keeping secrets is not a practice he indulges when it comes to his crow or his general, yet in this instance he hid things from them both.

"I couldn't." His hand skims across that warm skin, fingertips feeling their way along familiar scars until his palm comes to rest atop Moze's heart. "It had to be secret... a last resort." He had plans, so many plans, one for every possible outcome of their venture to the Luofu. Truly, he had hoped not to need the poison he carried in his pocket, but if he was completely honest... a part of him always knew it was the only plan. "If I had told the general, she would have found a way to keep me here, where it was safe - in chains, if she must. She would never have allowed me to sacrifice my life for hers. And you..."

He shifts, just enough to tilt his face up towards his, lids cracking open just a sliver to look blindly upon him. "If I had told you, you would have been more reluctant to leave my side, and you would be dead." His hand lifts from Moze's chest, finds its way to his cheek instead. "And I needed you alive, my love, if I had any hope of being strong enough to see it through."

A kiss - light, feather-soft - is laid sweetly upon the shadow guard's lips. "I was never afraid. I knew you would recognise the signs, because I had taught you to, and you remember everything I teach you about medicine." A slow smile creeps across his face, his expression that of undeniable adoration. "And... I knew you would find me."

[acr3ss-the-cosmos]

✏️ for aventurine and jiaoqiu and/or phainon and tribbie and/or aglaea and tribbie and/or feixiao and yukong!

incorrect quotes generator. accepting! @apocryphis

Jiaoqiu: Aventurine and I are no longer friends. Aventurine: JIAOQIU THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

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Jiaoqiu: Have you heard of Murphy’s law? The one where if something can go wrong, it will go wrong? Aventurine: Yeah, I have. Jiaoqiu: Have you heard of Cole’s law? Aventurine: Is this a joke about coleslaw? Jiaoqiu: …maybe.

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Phainon: And what do we say when someone refuses your offer? Tribbie: Suck it, boomer! Phainon: I don't know who "Boomer" is, but no.

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Tribbie: What state do you live in? Phainon: I live in a state of constant anxiety.

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Aglaea, carrying a box: What would you say if- if I, hypothetically, came home with 7 kittens one day? Tribbie: … Tribbie: What’s in the box? Aglaea: What woul- Tribbie: Aglaea, what’s in the box? Aglaea: I think you know.

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Tribbie: Dude, we can get mythical animals! Maybe I’ll get a penguin! Aglaea: Penguins are real. Tribbie: That’s the spirit, Aglaea! They’re real to me too!

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Feixiao: Guys, they're definitely prepared for us. They even have a training model of our brand new top-secret stealth helicopter. Yukong: No you idiot, that’s ours we crashed! Feixiao: Oh yeah. I guess that makes more sense.

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Yukong: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Feixiao: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

[shrineofprophecy]

"do i really have to...?" feixiao whines, for the third time in five minutes - stark blue eyes inspecting her reflection in the mirror with a grimace she doesn't even try to hide. ugh, never let it be said that the general of the yaoqing cannot show proper etiquette when required, but lan almighty does she dislikes those stiff ceremonial uniforms. oh, don't get her wrong, they look great, for what they are - but they are such a bother to wear. feixiao sighs, and turns to lingsha; fluffy ears drooping on her head, eyes pleading to her favourite healer. "what do you think....? i don't look too ridiculous, do i?" (and she's probably wearing one of the insanely cool and handsome outfits we've been yelling over on dms -)

"You can fight battle after battle but wearing proper clothing is too much for our General to handle? It is but one evening." It was like taking care of a child who didn't want to hangout with the grown ups - Not even her dear Yunli could be this difficult.

But all was forgotten when Lingsha could take a good look at Feixiao's new appearance, the tailored outfit fitting her to perfection. The colors complimenting her skin and bringing out the color of her eyes. For a moment, the Vidyadhara couldn't help but be speechless.

"Ridiculous? You truly are the lacking general... Lacking in insight." A sigh left her lips as she stepped closer to straighten the jacket. Not that it was off to begin with but she deserved a better look after listening to all that whining. "I think you'll leave the evening with a lot of love letters because of how handsome you look."

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

Hermaeus Mora: Stop being depressed about the past. You can’t change it.

Hermaeus Mora: Start being depressed about the future, because you can’t change that either.

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

@apocryphis || Closed starter for Al-haitham~

Note: Time-skipped from this thread!

[A couple months later...]

His door knocked with confidence this time. He wasn't late like the first time he and his senior had met. This time... Cyno was completely unexpected.

A fact that the young Spantamad student suspected might cause irritation for the man in question, but his intentions were good. He had great news, and thought Al-haitham should hear them first.

It had been a while since their last formal meeting. The 'mentorship program' served mostly students who were underperforming and lost, which the desert-dweller had been in the past. But ever since finding this new direction, thanks to Al-haitham's advice, his performance at the Akademiya had caught up to that of his own peers. Not only that, but the Sage overseeing the Spantamad Darshan seemed to have taken a shine to Cyno, which in turn earned him a bit more respect than before. Enough to keep most of the more direct forms of bullying away anyway.

By all means, things seemed to be looking up. And Cyno felt he owed much of it to the book-lover from Haravatat.

So it was that the first thing he did upon being granted entrance was to gently place a thick leather-bound tome on Al-haitham's desk. A fairly expensive edition of a collection of legends from the desert that his mother used to tell him about as a child. It had taken weeks of savings and hard work around the city, but at last, Cyno had been able to purchase it from a traveling merchant.

"Master Cyrus has asked to meet my parents. He says he sees a lot of promise in me." He announces before anything else. Cyno is brimming with excitement, and even his typical stoic features struggle to contain the glow on his face. "We'll be leaving for the desert tomorrow, and if everything works out, it might be some time before I return."

It felt like the stars had finally lined up for him. He'd become a trainee Driyosh, and live the way he'd always wanted, outside where he belonged.

"... So, I wanted to make sure I'd give this to you first. As thanks."

[lunaetis]

@apocryphis replied to your post :

phainon vc: wait what pictures -

─「エデン」─  " nothing you have to worry about. you guys look really good. " she quickly put march's camera away to hide the said pictures.

[minban]

a single brow ticks up at @apocryphis's offer. "if you want me to work with cops, then there's gotta be something in it for me."

[immobiliter]

❤️ + avaere and daybreakrising and resolutepath >:)

for @avaere

one of the things i most admire about aven is the creativity that he exhibits in everything that he writes on the dash, whether it's ic content or meta on his characters. i appreciate anyone who shows real confidence and conviction in the approach that they take to writing their muses, i feel like that's such a rare thing to find in the tumblr sphere, and there have been so many occasions where i will pause my scrolling of the dash to read his meta, no matter how long it is, and, in doing so, gain a newfound appreciation for a character that i hadn't really thought about or considered before. his willingness to throw together unexpected dynamics too ( especially between characters who would likely never meet in canon, though i will keep my delusions that one day itto & furina will meet in an event ) is also something that i love, particularly as someone who very much enjoys doing the same thing.

for @daybreakrising

lauri is such a fun person both to talk to and plot with, i still remember how we threw vautrin & furina together oh so casually at the start and then very quickly spiralled into realising that they had so much in common that this would be anything but a casual dynamic, instead we had a god-tier friendship on our hands, and that is honestly the mood for pretty much every single dynamic that we have talked about since then lmao. lauri is another one of those people that i know i can come to with the wildest, most unexpected dynamic imaginable and he will absolutely run with it alongside me, and throwing those sorts of ideas back and forth is truly a joy.

for @resolutepath

honestly the minute that charlie revived their jack rackham blog and we got talking about black sails, i knew i'd found an absolute gem in the rp community and they have continued to prove me right ever since. i very much need to bother them more with my genshin & hsr muses, but plotting out an entire crossover verse between black sails and genshin that not only makes complete sense but also allows us to write some wild dynamics ( jack rackham and navia declaring rebellion on the court of fontaine ? something i never knew i needed in my life ) that i absolutely adore. i also love how chill they are, the way that we can dip in and out of writing and plotting but still be just as enthusiastic is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog! / @apocryphis

[predvestnik]

「 @apocryphis ✦ 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 」

for that , you'd need a smuggler . (from lyney!)

Much can be said about the Harbinger's preferred methods, often would his approach be classified as head-on to the fullest of the descriptions meaning. Immediate, without pussyfooting his way into the completion of a goal. Decisions that can be taken when he needs to account for himself and no one else.

Dynamics naturally change when it becomes a joint effort, Lyney's perspective is pragmatic, sensible. Tartaglia considers it closely, knowing that, despite the perilous eccentricity of most of his choices, requesting his comrade's forces for this mission was the right decision.

He moves the detailed map over the wooden table until its inclined in a different direction and gives new ranges for observation while he visibly ponders over the suggestion. Given the poor reception of Harbingers around the streets of Nasha Town, exercising caution is completely logical.

     ❛ Word is already out that the Tsaritsa's commanders have received orders to move to Nod Krai in the upcoming weeks. ❜ Tartaglia sits back in his chair, his thoughts bared for scrutiny. ❛ We need to work faster and under their noses while they're focused on that. Would a smuggler really be enough to take provisions and personnel without alerting the Voynich Guild? It could be risky if they're colluding against us. ❜

[iniziare]

∗ 23﹕ sender straightens an article of receiver’s clothes . (changli and jiyan but it's probably changli doing it because jiyan would nEVER) (she's immaculate anyway)

The game lay unfinished. Left as it was, the stones unmoved, their final contest lingering in a quiet stalemate. The encroaching black of his offense pressed tightly against the pale defense she had woven to counter it— a battle neither had yet won, nor conceded. Perhaps it would end in her favor, or perhaps, with a few more precise placements, he could turn the tide in his own. But the dark had claimed the sky with its blanketing veil, and dusk's golden hues had given way to the deep indigo of approaching nightfall. It was in that reality now, that only candlelight, and the effulgence of the moon had been left as their companions— but they were only a reminder, that perhaps for now, their time had come to an end. And so as he rose, she'd ceased to move any other piece, her gaze lingering on it only in passing, a flicker of a thought spared to the unspoken return to it. A return that if it were left up to her, would find itself caught much more within the likelihood of when, opposed to if.

The wind had quieted since his arrival, though the air now, bore the night's chill for the city that would soon prepare itself for slumber far below them. And though the distant hum of Jinzhou's streets was inaudible from up here, she'd known them for far too long already— knew what they would both inevitably meet at their departure from this place of peace, and serenity.

His silhouette was sharp against the open pavilion, the lines of his uniform pristine despite the evening's long hours. There seemed to be a sense of finality to the way he turned from her after the imminent words of farewell, and for a moment, she wondered if his departure might have passed without more if she had let it. But she did not.

For a moment, her hand lifted, but not in call, nor in any way as to halt his leaving, but— after the faintest pause— to smooth the slightest fold at his sleeve. It was a small thing, so small that it might not have been worth the thought, and yet she had thought of it nonetheless. Her fingers brushed themselves against the fine material, tracing over its weight with the kind of deliberate ease that made such a trivial gesture seem thoughtless, though it was anything but. Beneath her touch that had warmed in the passing hours, the fabric was crisp, structured, and stiff in its discipline, yet it softened in places by wear. And so it held its shape, much like the man to whom it belonged— unyielding, save for the smallest of allowances, such as, perhaps, these past few hours that he had offered her of his time. The first few of numerous, most surely; of as much, she was certain. The barest press of her palm came, the slow, and precise drag of fingertips against the grain of the cloth, and the imperfection had been smoothed out as if it'd been laying in wait for such a thing, as if this ever trivial gesture was something that had been necessary, something natural, and innate. But to one who lived within the most minuscule of details, was there ever anything that was truly trivial?

There had been a breath of hesitation when she'd lingered, a quiet awareness— touch had never been something which she had treated without care. Though it had been long since she'd learned when to linger, how to linger, and when to withdraw, the memory of different days would never forego her. But this, this was simple, it was nothing, truly. And yet such nothingness was precisely what made it something. The moment stretched just long enough to be noticed, and then passed just as easily. Like all things, her hand inevitably withdrew, leaving the fabric as it should be, and in its place, was left only the trace of a gesture neither addressed, nor undone. "You'll return to Jinzhou soon, won't you, General?" It wasn't a question, not really, just a certainty spoken aloud.

Her eyes then flickered back to the board once more, the stones caught in the softened glow of the candles. "I'll not ask for another match just yet— I'd hate to send you away on a loss before it's even sealed." A pause accompanied her tease. And then, as bare, and light as the night breeze around them, came another remark wrapped within certain gaiety. "Next time, though, I'll arrange something more than just tea. Perhaps even a meal— if you could convince yourself to stay for such a thing." The words carried no true expectation (though perhaps, an ounce of hope), no weighted insistence of any kind, merely an understanding. He would not bear to leave a game unfinished into perpetuity, would he?

Prompt: Non-verbal prompts. // @apocryphis