#archivalwrite

[royalreef]

@archivalwrite || Continued from here

She stretched her hands outwards, gesturing again only once to call another serf over to her, and immediately they withdrew a cloth to begin to clean Miranda's claws for her. They tilted their head low, reverent, eyes cast down to their work, polishing each scale and working short, webbed digits around each pad on her palm. The otter didn't look up to Liam, switching instead between soap and wet cloth and another cloth and polish and finally a scented oil, content to keep work on attending to Miranda's hands, ensuring they were clean to perfection, instead of attempting to broach a conversation that they understood they were not a part of.

Miranda, who was still acting as though all of this was so mundane that she did not even have to pay it her full attention, something which Liam himself could attest to — looked down at the ground, less at the serf which was tending to her, and moreso like she was peering through them, looking at something which was not there simply to not look back at Liam.

"I mean — it would not be so hard, I do not think," she mouths the words down at the top of the serf's head. Maybe they are listening. Maybe they are not, because their ears are folded down, small as they are, nearly hidden beneath all the fur covering their body. Miranda certainly would not care either way, because this is not a secret she has to be wary of around her own staff.

This is not a secret either, but the aftertaste of secrets is still in her mouth, wrapped around her tongue, and she has yet to fully chew her way back out of it.

Would the serf even understand the profundity of the secret at hand either? Probably not. Things were different, when she broached the legal boundary between the Merkingdom and anything else left, and the space between Liam and Miranda and the serf was vast.

"It has only been... What, seven years since I first obtained a phone? And I do not truly use them when I return home either... Whoever else would I talk to if not you? It is not as though anyone else within the kingdom has any number I could collect."

[svndrenched]

@archivalwrite continued from here

They were gone for two minutes. Two minutes, and their seat was taken. Asa looked at the other monster in their seat and shook their head. Some peoples' spawn. The orogumo grabbed the to-go coffee cup from the desk and turned it so the hastily scribbled name was turned toward him.

"Asa. Me. That's me. That's my coffee. That's my under the chair. But fuck me, I guess. That's what I get for being early to class for the first time in my life."

[chaosmultiverse]

“Never, under any circumstances, let the Virginian wolfsnake near a typewriter.” - abdu to IDP

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Prince blinked a few times, he wasn't a stranger to not knowing the rules of the world he was in but this was a especially new rule to him, his lips went tight for a moment before he quietly asked.

"And if I had 10 of them on type writers trying to write the next Shakespeare play? Would that be... A issue?"

[atropaanimus]

They clear their throat, or cough?

Yeah Aaravi and slaying monsters yup mhmm they know exactly how good she is at that.

Aaravi Mishra is a cause of death next to Damien LaVey at work.

[strebcr]

🌺 & 💖 :> !!

SYMBOLS OF KINDNESS

💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

🌺 ― simply admiring you from afar

Thank you very much :^D feel free to throw one of your funny little guys at my funny little guy anytime 👍

[murmursdraconic]

secret files

Unspoken Headcanons Time [Accepting]

Blackthorne city has a dragon riding triathlon that Shay sometimes participates in. She just has to argue with the judges and organizers that her charizard does qualify as a dragon and after years of her being a petty insistent bitch, they were allowed in. If she's in a team of three, she priorities the flight category with Asharas. If it's solo, Running is done with her Garchomp and Swimming with her Dragonite.

[archivalwrite]

yea i ended up editing this acc a bit 

new user from archival-wight or archivalwrite  gotta put the finishing touches on the muse pages & gotta make a new promo 

will make a much more in depth changed thing when it is done 

[sybarite-shinigami]

hot or not?

drunk girl in the bathroom hot you're both wasted, she just somehow does it so much better. you're crying, about something your stupid ex did or said. and suddenly she appears, looking like an angel aside from the slight sway in her step. she's helping you our of your slump on the floor when you grow pale and catastrophy strikes. you're the most disgusting you've ever been, and still, this stranger holds your hair and rubs soothing circles in your back. gives you a breath mint and sits you back against the wall, asking what happened. you tell her, and her glittery, perfectly made face turns sour. with her heels in hand, she loops your arm around her shoulders so she can help you walk to an uber she called for you. your ex says something snarky to you in passing on the way out, and for her it's the final straw. she whirls around, fire in her eyes and a set in her brow and she slaps him hard across the face. calls him a jerk or a dick or something like that, you can't remember, you were busy smiling at the stunned look on his face as she drags you both outside. before you get home, she gives you a hug and kind words in a bubbling voice and you're thankful for her. thankful there are people out there who look out for people like you, who stand up for people even when they might have trouble standing themselves.

Creds to @archivalwrite

[royalreef]

A gasp!!! Shock!!! Insult!!! "You take that back! You take that back immediately!!! She is better at hunting than you have ever been! If she wished you gone then you would simply be gone already!!"

[royalreef]

i know i already write a lot of monprom muses but im curious, what character you think i should pick up

(( Stu. I think you could write a good Stu. I also think you could write Cheese well, but I think Cheese might be too close to some other characters you already write.

Also I'll go out on a limb and say: I think I trust you to be able to write Damien. I fully believe in you and your ability to balance his character properly and understand just how utterly pathetic he can also be. I say this very tentatively, as someone who has seen all the ways that fandom writes him, but I think you could pull it off.

[royalreef]

@archivalwrite || Continued from here.

"Dying is a privilege," Miranda says on near impulse, the first words to arrive in her mind and the only words to pass out through her lips. Silence settles after it, Miri still with her head to Liam's neck, not even sure herself why she's said it. It being her action makes it no more clear than if she was watching someone else, which is of a theme that Miranda cannot be surprised by anymore.

Taking stock of her own actions and words is not something she knows how to do. Sure, she was taught to think back over how she held herself, what she did, mark down these facts so that she could analyze them later, estimate how others would perceive her acting and how better to alter her next performance. But the deed itself remains inscrutable to her.

Why shouldn't it? No one ever did any good getting introspective. There were things to do, people to be, plans to place into motion. Navel-gazing was just going to waste valuable time needed elsewhere, on taking action and thinking ahead. The past was already done. Miranda moved without her fully willing it, and she spoke on command. That was all she really needed to do. Presence was its own merit. She was going to upset herself if she continued like this, and then the great joy of simply having things done for her by her would vanish. Then she'd start thinking of things, and feeling things, and keep going, and going, and going, and she knew what happened when she got too caught up in her own head.

Just stop it. Now.

Liam surely didn't care about all of four words, and why should Miranda? She said plenty of things all the time. These were whispered down into his neck, a non-starter, not even answering his question. Nothing worth saying was ever said in four words. She could have picked any that she knew in any language, arranged them how she wanted, and it wouldn't mean anything, so why should this? It was stupid. She was spiraling in this act alone, and she needed to stop.

Say something else. Move on already. She was making it weird, trying to make this into something else.

Against Liam's side, he would be able to feel the shift of her arms. Not much, no. They were still tucked beneath her own body, Miri resting the front of her chest up against them as another means of support, but she couldn't help but flex her hands, pushing her claws against her palms. Somewhere more distant still, the tip of her tail flicked, sweeping from side to side.

"I am just... thinking," she tries again, better this time. A better line for her to say, a better thing to speak into the silence, a better turn of the wheel. This means something, oh yes, something better and something right. This is what she meant to say, she's sure of it. "You know, to be... To be human, and then to not be human anymore. To belong to someone, and then to wake up the next day and to not belong to them anymore. And you have different needs than them, and you feel things differently than they do, and you think of things differently than they do, and you are hurt by things they do not and you have to continually worry of hurting them in ways you cannot intend... You knew how to exist, and then suddenly you are the odd one out who does not.

And you cannot make them understand, right? They would have to be vampires to understand, as you clearly did not just remain as they are with extra steps, you are something new, but... But you cannot bridge that gap? And you want to, you used to, but..."

Miranda shoved her tongue up against her front teeth, making a low hiss of frustration that filled an equivalent space to her body and then even more. An airy sound, one that seemed sourceless, but one which also reached down to the heart as if to shock it into motion.

"I am not making myself very clear, am I?"

[royalreef]

@archivalwrite inquired: An acquired taste - from liam ,, how does the purple man should taste Taste test - Accepting

" ......... This may be hypocritical of myself, knowing my hobbies and interests, and the fact that I have been known for vampiric cultivars among those in my line of work. And, indeed, I have a system for harvesting whole organs and skin and bones and the like from my sources, which I am quite proud of, and quite proud of my achievements in the area.

....... But I do not believe it would come as a shock if I were to say that the entire thing is more of a vanity project- a side hobby of mine, if it were.

The truth is, there is truly nothing you can do to the vampiric form in a culinary sense. They taste like... nothing. Not even the marine snow which gathers atop the uppermost layers of our capital city! Ashes, maybe, if I were to be generous. Disappointment, perhaps. Pomp and ego laid bare, if I were to be poetic about it. There's a distinct stench to the truly ancient to their meat as it is rendered, like... Like meat so old and so weathered and so tough that nothing would have ever touched it, and it was left in a wastebin at the end of the world, that it had ceased to be organic at all and truly should have been considered a chemical deterrent for large predators.

You might think you could render the ashes down into a marrow concoction, at least, but no! Not even that! It just leaves the marrow proper entirely inedible as it rapidly ceases to taste like anything other than fossilized broken dreams."

[chaosmultiverse]

❝ i'm never leaving you. you're stuck with me. ❞ - abdu to sawyer

Sawyer had been having a bit of a rough evening, they hadn't wanted to talk much about it but they had wanted some honest reassurance 'Are you going to walk out on me? If I'm not... I dunno if I'm not good enough?'

And Abdu's response was just what they needed to hear, they held onto him, it wasn't graceful, their arms held them up from his opposite shoulder and their face was buried in his side, their tail wrapped around them both, as though to reinforce what Abdu had said.

"Thank you, good! I'm glad, I want to be stuck with you." They sniffed "Sorry I'm snotty right now by the way."

[chaosmultiverse]

“I suppose I’ll have to add the force of gravity to my list of enemies.” - brian to oz

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Oz kneeled down next to Brian, he was grimacing a little, it was never exactly fun to see a friend whipe out when trying to do something impressive.

"I guess so... Maybe next time I could try to catch you or something? That looked a little painful." He offered Brian a hand up.

[svndrenched]

@archivalwrite sent:

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

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FOUND FAMILY, MY BELOVED.

I'm also a slut for enemies to whatever, but enemies to enemies who have hate-sex is the superior version of that.

And I always want my muses to make friends.

[royalreef]

@archivalwrite​ inquired: ♚♚♚♚♚♚ oh please i love your writing so much. i love just rereading your replies to me, and the little on feed posts you make with miri just reacting to things on the dash. i love all the world building and personal characterisation you put into her to truly make her wonderful. can't get enough of your miranda real If you like my writing - Accepting

(( YOU TOO YOU NERD!!! I love all of our threads and constantly reread over our old threads and link them to my friends to read, and I greatly look forward to all of our new threads too!!! Every time I get a reply from you I perk up because I know it’s going to be good, and to be a perfect little crystalized slice of some fantastic characterizations right down to their core!!