#theladymuses

[crownshattered]

@theladymuses inquired: “   i  notice  that  you  keep  looking  at  my  lips .   you’re  criminally  unsubtle .   ” for Childe ye (I've been gone centuries and have no clue what threadd I have with you so uhhhh this was cute sksks)

⁕| The Art of Domesticity |⁕

Deep blue eyes widened at her remark, and it was all the redhead could do not to blush at the directness of her statement--he was unsuccessful. Had he been staring..?? Tartaglia didn't think he was, but he would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about her lips a few times in the past minutes...

It wasn't often that Tartaglia felt drawn to any one person in particular. His brain was structured around the idea of combat and bloodshed, but sometimes a few things did slip in. Normal things, as if he was a human being. It was nice to be reminded that he was indeed a human man, but...maybe not when it was at his own expense like this.

"Heh... Was I..?" Tartaglia replied with an awkward grin as he rubbed the back of his neck. He was known to be rather friendly towards his subordinates, but he never acted sheepish in front of them. The Harbinger willed his blush to die down as he gave Esme a better smile. He was well aware that he was attracted to her, but in this line of business... Would it be better to just ignore those feelings? "Actually, you had a snowflake on your lips...it was cute."

[predvestnik]

@theladymuses asked: ‘  no businessman worth his salt bargains for what he can take. ‘ 

From Esmé

( meme ✦ accepting )

His brows are fully quirked by the time Esmé finishes her piece, and his laugh is swiftly caught in the way his throat squeezes around it. Short and raspy, it almost grants him a hyperbolic funny look, flippant in the face of what they have began to discuss.

Not yet. Not yet.

      ❛ Is that so? ❜ It comes with a click of his tongue and the lazy way he cradles the neck of his bottle before taking a swig. Fire water swirls dryly down his throat, but it's as much of a friend as it's a rival. ❛ I wonder what you have to gain from suggesting a game of conquest instead of keeping up with... this. ❜

[sangdelune-archive1]

☾ ☆ . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ @theladymuses spoke to the moon ˎˊ˗ ⊹ . ☆ ☽

╰ ☾ ☆ * : ･ ⁞ — ˗ˏˋ ❛ Who are you ? You're not with the CHURCH are you ? ❜

╰ ₊° ☆ . ⊹ ˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 that she was some important figure. Was it the church ? Honestly, it didn't look like that was the case. But that was the first thing the child thought of. Still, he HARDLY trusted any type of adult really.

[shiiikigami]

❝ So, you're Gojo's ward! Joining next year, huh? ❞

— Bianca for baby Megs. I love him <3

the boy stared at her, unhappy with just being referred to as that guy's 'ward'. he could take care of himself, and he often did. he wasn't sure how much warding gojo-san did. then again, it was more than anyone else had ever done for him. he seemed to let it go, looking away.

"yes. i'm looking forward to getting a real education as a jujutsu sorcerer."

[crownshattered-arch]

@theladymuses inquired: [ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver. — Esmé to Childe, from here

Things Done While Fighting—No Longer Accepting

There weren’t many who could stand their own against the 11th Harbinger, and even fewer who were normal people. And yet, to his surprise, this woman was managing to stand her ground when sparring with him. He wasn't using too much power to go against her. It was a conscious effort to fight with the same capabilities as a normal human without his enhanced abilities as a Harbinger, but even then, he wasn't easy to beat even with "normal" strength.

"Not bad," the redhead replied as Esme blocked his attack and sent him back a few paces. She was strong, that's for sure... But was she strong enough? Maybe he should up the difficulty, even just by a bit. If she could handle him at this level of strength, could she still stand her ground if he tried harder?

So, he struck again, even faster this time and just barely faster than what was capable for a normal human being. They weren't using actual weapons since this was simply a sparring match--wanting to practice more with a spear, he was using a wooden pole--but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt to get hit. He didn't wish to actually harm her, but pain was inevitable. It acted as an incentive to learn.

[chaosbled]

               The Port Mafia was a lot different than the research facility, thought No. 258, or rather, Chuuya, as they had begun addressing him as for reasons the former experiment couldn’t really COMPREHEND. As he explored his new place of residence, the boy was beginning to understand just how small the laboratory had been in comparison, there were so many rooms here! How was he ever meant to know where he was supposed to be at all times? 

               It was... a little intimidating, if he was being honest.

Dazai, his new... handler? Owner? Hm, whatever he was, had told him to go ‘entertain himself’ for a few hours, as he had something important to deal with that did not require the weapons’ presence. It bothered him a little, what if something HAPPENED & he wasn’t there to protect the fragile, bandaged human boy from danger? 

               Nevertheless, the ex - test subject was nothing if not OBEDIENT, that had been trained into him by the time he was two, so he knew better than to argue with a direct order from his handler. Making his way down a hallway he was about 92% sure he hadn’t passed through yet, he admired the old looking artwork that hung on the walls, the expensive vases that decorated antique tables. He was still looking at a pretty green one when he rounded the corner & crashed directly into somebody. 

               ❝ —! ❞ Chuuya jerked backwards so suddenly he tripped & fell directly on his butt. Looking up, bright azure eyes widened at the sight of a tall woman with long, dark curly hair. His pupils dilated in fear, & the boy found himself locked up. He had no doubt he could physically take on most of the people in the Port Mafia’s HQ, but he was in the wrong. He hadn’t been paying attention & had run into her. What if people found out? They would punish him for being bad. Eyes squeezing shut, the child braced himself, waiting for lady to react. To grab his hair & scream at him for his error, or worse — send him to the room with the lightning.

               The boy in front of Esmé looked like he was about fifteen years old. A short, underweight fifteen-year-old that could easily pass as eleven or twelve, shaggy red-orange hair hung to his shoulders in a tangled mess, as though he’d never had a trim before. He also looked about ready to burst into tears after bumping into her. He opened his mouth to APOLOGIZE, to tell her he was SORRY & it wouldn’t happen again, but found that his voice failed him when he needed it most, & nothing more than a small whimper left him.

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[whirling-fangs]

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Inosuke had slayed countless of mindless beasts. Demons who had forgotten their humanity, reduced to bloodthirsty monsters, who sought nothing but to fill their endless appetite.

He took no pleasure in slaying those. It was a necessary task to accomplish, another step in his quest to get the world rid of those wretched creatures... but his true goal lay elsewhere.

He was after those who hid amongst the humans. Those who warped their lives in lies, those whose real goal wasn't only to feed, but to fool, to rule, to twist the minds of innocents before they devoured their flesh.

For weeks he had been stationed around this city, unable to shake off a slimey vibe from his skin. His acute senses carried his unease, as he explored and patrolled every night, avoiding human interaction as much as possible. Do not get attached. Do not make bonds. Such was his rule as he roamed the land, searching for his next target.

He was certain of it. As he broke into the opulent manor, and silenced the guards with a chop of his hand to the neck, he was convinced that he had come to the right place.

It didn't matter if the demon felt him approach. It was all the better, in fact. He had come here to end its wretched life, and he was going to make a quick job of it.

[bemuseing]

Unprompted 🍂 @theladymuses sent:

❝ Akutagawa! ❞ Esmé's about to drag him into an ongoing argument as a means to prove her point. Her fingers snap in his direction to get his attention as she furrows her brows, ❝ Would you or would you not recommend using handcuffs to hold Dazai in the Port Mafia's basement? ❞

Calling his name should have been enough to get his attention; but he let the brief flicker of irritation he felt at the finger-snap pass.

❝ Handcuffs might be one measure employed to restrain him. But to think that sufficient on its own would be foolishness of the highest degree. ❞

To hold Dazai, once called the Port Mafia's demon prodigy, understood by none and feared by all? One would have to be deluded to think for a moment that he would let himself be caught and held so easily.

❝ Rather, you should be questioning how and why he fell into our hands to begin with, and how long until he leaves again. That man is crafty beyond the understanding of you or me. You should assume he was prepared to escape from the very start, no matter the level of security used. ❞

[ever-winter]

@theladymuses asked: 

[ LIVE ] for one muse to be injured by an antagonist and barely survive. — Esmé / Childe 

DARKER THRILLING PROMPTS

Unlike the other’s, Childe could be argued to have a soft side. It wasn’t that obvious, not unless it involved his family, as he tried not to allow emotions to get in the way of work - but it was clear that he cared for those who worked below him, perhaps a little more than the other Harbingers. Not that he would baby anyone who worked for the Fatui - but if they were injured, well, he was the type of Boss that would attempt to get them to safety. Sure, the mission would always come first, and yet, a barrier of water had formed around Esme as Childe rushed by her fallen form in order to take down the few men that still remained standing. It had been known that this mission would be rather difficult - but the strength of their target had still been an unwelcomed surprise. 

“Stay still”, he commanded, giving the woman one quick glance, electro energy forming around his form, before he once again vanished in a flash of purple light - a short scream from the distance heard as he struck the target who’d been foolish enough to believe themselves to be safe. The smell of blood and death filled the air, the injured were many, but it seemed as though most of the Fatui members would make it out alive.  Soon enough, Childe reappeared, sighing as he knelt down beside the barrier, the water dropping away as he silently looked over the wound she’d received. It didn’t seem to be fatal...but it was obvious that help would be needed. “I don’t think we have any healers still standing....so bear with me”. Turning, he barked some orders to those still able to move well enough to carry the injured, the Harbinger lifting Esme into his own arms as he lead the way out from the underground domain they’d been battling within. 

“Well - that was surprisingly rather fun”, he joked under his breath, honestly having found the experience rather enjoyable, even if there were many injured, including himself. It felt as though it was such a rare occurrence these days to find opponents that could truly get his heart racing like it currently was. 

[torrentide-a]

♫ playlist prompt  ✦  @theladymuses  ✦  ♫

— something unsaid.

Game of Survival · Ruelle

DRIP · Crywolf

Running With The Wolves · AURORA

Body Rush · Karma Fields

I Found · Amber Run

[crownshattered-moved]

@theladymuses​​​​​​​ inquired: “   there’s  a  killer  storm  going  on  outside ,   so   unless  you  want  to  disappear  under  mysterious  circumstances ,   i  suggest  you  get  comfortable .   ” — Esmé to Tartaglia, from the sticky situations sentence starters. Them stuck somewhere during a storm in Snezhnaya???

Sticky Situation—No Longer Accepting

Was it just him or were the storms worse now than they were when he was a child.?? There have always been terrible blizzards in Snezhnaya for as long as Tartaglia had been alive. The land was trapped in an eternal winter, but that only allowed for Her Majesty to stretch her reach across the entire nation. He never minded the cold. It only weeded out the weak as far as he was concerned, and given that he had never lost any family--nor nearly lost anyone--to the frost, he didn’t care about how cold it was. Regardless...the storms felt harsher and more common now as opposed to back then. Maybe that was due to the fact that he was merely a child and didn’t pay that much attention to the world.

“No one would be able to see three meters in front of them in this snowstorm,” he mused mostly to himself as he looked out the frosted window. Leaving this shack they found would be useless. They would simply get lost in the storm and die a useless death. Or, at least she would...his body was modified to better withstand the cold. Regardless, he didn’t wish to force one of his subordinates into a useless death, so might as well stay here.

With a sigh, he stepped away from the window and walked towards the empty fireplace. The previous owners of this house must have died long ago, but at least they could use this place as shelter from the storm. He pulled a fire starter from his pocket and lit the fireplace. “There, that should help the cold. I don’t suppose you know any stories to pass the time at the fire, comrade?”

[predvestnik-a]

❛  were you … spying on me ?  ❜ — esmé, from here

Meme · @theladymuses

A chuckle ripples through gravely past his lips. Childe lifts his hand to his chin to scratch it idly, an act more theatrical than meaningful.

         ‘ Hmm. ʼ Suspense is a silly little thing, he cuts it before it's overdone. ‘ Spying? No, don't put it like that. I'm merely returning the courtesy. Or did you suppose I’m oblivious enough to not realize you’ve got your eyes on me all this time? ʼ

[redlineoffate]

@theladymuses​​ (    ESMÉ    ) liked for starter

"Funny, I didn't expect to see you taking care of a group of orphans. Moreover, an orphan who turned out to be a titan. How have you been living all these years?"

[shiiikigami]

Adoption papers ✨

❝ Competitiveness depends on what's we're competing on. I don't really like arguments but I'm willing to debate! I like dogs, but I have a cat so I might be a teensy bit biased, hehe. Training sounds fun, yeah, except ik stuck in the morgue with Shoko a lot of the time... I'd like to say I have kind eyes, but I've been told they come off icy so, guess not. ❞

— Bianca

megumi out here packing a bag to come live at her place. hope you like dogs!!!!!

[crownshattered-arch]

i ain't got no idea who malleaus is, but he looks so cool, i kinda want to throw a thing his way—

|| I'm so sorry for taking forever to reply to this..!! But you totally should!! He's from Twisted Wonderland, a mobile game that has a school full of characters that are based off of Disney villains~ (you can guess who Malleus is based on LOL!!)

You should send something to him!! The whole premise of the game is that the main character gets thrown into this world from their own world, so that kind of allows for easier crossovers~ Just message me and we can plot something!! Or just send something without plotting!!

[viciousbite]

@theladymuses​ asked: [ WEARY ]  sender cries themselves to sleep in receiver’s arms. | Miharu to Akaza

listen, i suddenly wanted to kill Miha's son off but not kill-kill, more like he dies because he's mortal and she's a demon— i sowwy

Staying the night prompts //Accepting.

Did Akaza truly want to be there? No, not really, but he couldn’t leave the woman to fend for herself in her state. A demon or not, they had emotions like anyone else, and she had such a deep connection to the one she lost... It felt dangerously familiar to Akaza, which is why leaving her alone was a bad idea. One can’t know what she might have done by herself. If he could do anything, he would do it. 

His body remained where it kneeled with the woman’s face buried into his shoulder. He never saw a demon cry in such a manner, the sobs audible to the point, the male felt awkward listening to it. He didn’t say a word as he brought his tattooed fingers to gently brush them and his palm against her back in a comforting gesture. A wordless action to tell her it was okay to be there, she was going to be okay, he wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Time passed, the noises quieted down, Akaza’s haori soaked by her tears. He didn’t mind it. Her body against him felt less stiff, as he gently held her against his cold form. No noises, no movement, only the soft breaths brushes against his skin. Did she fall asleep? Akaza shifted carefully, to not stir her awake as he hooked his arm under her knees and another arm under her torso. He kept her form against himself and he slowly picked her up and carried the woman to the futon nearby. 

She really fell asleep... Akaza thought as his golden eyes scanned over her sleeping, tear stained face. Like that, she was so peaceful, but he knew sleep won’t permanently remove the sorrow within her. Like as he had done it many times, Akaza placed her down on the soft futon and tugged the blanket over her form after he was sure she looked comfortable against the pillow. He would remain there, awake, waiting as she slept.