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put a ship in my ask

vomit / don’t ship / ok / I could ship that….. / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell / what are you crazy / don’t know the character/s?

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!! :D

"It takes 10 years to forge a perfect sword"

晶

-⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺⎻--⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺⎻--⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺⎻

-⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺⎻--⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺⎻--⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺-

.....................QINGWE XUIJIA.........................

-⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺⎻--⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺⎻--⎽__⎽-⎻⎺⎺⎻-⎽__⎽--⎻⎺⎺-

BLUE BLOOD

SHE/HER

The second daughter of the Xuijia dynasty embodies the clarity, strength, and unyielding spirit of the crystal she represents. Among the children of the great house, she is known as the most diligent and steadfast traits honed through years of navigating the stifling expectations placed upon her from birth.

Though the Xuijia are revered for their mastery of politics, commerce, and the martial arts, the constant undercurrents of rivalry, manipulation, and family drama have long worn on her patience. Beneath her calm and stoic exterior lies a soul fatigued by the ceaseless power plays that turn even the closest kin into pawns. Rather than be drawn into the tangled web of her lineage, she has resolved to forge a new path, one of independence and purpose.

In recent months, she has begun her training as a smith, drawn to the honest labor of shaping metal , where skill and determination matter more than birthright. The forge offers her a rare sense of peace. The rhythmic strike of hammer on anvil, the glow of molten steel, and the slow but steady transformation of raw materials into objects. Her ultimate goal is to achieve renown in her craft, earning a name recognized beyond the shadow of her family. To that end, she studies tirelessly, often working long into the night with hands blistered.

Her choice of vocation has scandalized many among the Xuijia elders, who view it as beneath someone of her status. She understands that severing her ties will take more than a declaration it will require building a reputation strong enough to stand on its own. Each sword forged, each intricate piece of jewelry crafted, brings her a step closer to that freedom.

Though many see only her reserved and disciplined demeanor, a softer side exists beneath the surface. She possesses a notorious sweet tooth. In the folds of her smithing apron or within a secret compartment of her tool chest, one will often find wrapped candies or candied fruits treasures she allows herself during rare moments of rest.

Her relationship with her siblings is complex. With the eldest, an ambitious and ruthless schemer, she maintains a wary distance. The youngest, still preatty innocent to the family's darker currents, she secretly shields where she can.

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₊ ⊹ I’m opening commissions ₊ ⊹

If you want some art drawn by me, this is your chance ⊹ ࣪ ˖

All options and prices are on ko-fi ⊹ ࣪ ˖

https://ko-fi.com/viranadraws

Send me a DM if you're interested .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Even if you can't commission, a share would mean the world! ₊˚⊹♡

!!!PAYMENT ONLY BY KO-FI!!!

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Send my troll one of the 7 deadly sins:

Lust: A headcanon about my troll’s romantic/sexual life

Greed: A headcanon about something my troll collects/hoards.

Sloth: A headcanon about something my troll refuses to do.

Pride: A headcanon about something my troll is cocky about.

Gluttony: A headcanon about something my troll is obsessed with.

Envy: A headcanon about something my troll is jealous about.

Wrath: A headcanon about something that infuriates my troll.

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Misc. Ask Meme

❣️ - What are their love languages? 🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like? 🎁 - How do they feel about their birthday/birthdays in general? 🧑‍🦰 - Have they ever dyed their hair? Ever cut it themself? 🍷- How do they feel about alcohol? 🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking? 🎮 - What’s their favorite game? 💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection? 🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about? 🌱 - Do they have a green thumb or are they a plant killer? 📱 - What social media do they use the most? 👪 - What’s their relationship with their parents like? 🐒 - What’s their favorite animal? 🧳 - What countries have they been to? 🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand? 🎨 - What’s their favorite color? ☂️ - How do they feel about rain? 🎶 - What’s a song they really like? 🖌️ - Do they have any hobbies? 💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep? 🎢 - Do they like amusement parks? What’s their favorite ride? 🗺️ - What languages do they speak? 🍳 - How well can they cook? 🍪 - How well can they bake? 💘 - What do they find attractive about their partner(s)? 👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress? 💝 - What gestures do they really appreciate? How do you get on their good side? ☕ - Coffee or tea? 💀 - How do they feel about horror movies? 🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them? 💖 - How and how often do they try to impress their partner(s)? How and how often do their partner(s) impress them? 🍽️ - What’s their favorite food? 🧑‍🍼 - How do they feel about kids? 🐾 - Do they have any pets? 💬 - What are some filler/buffer words they use? (Like, um, etc.) 🏳️‍🌈 - What do they identify as? What are their pronouns? 🧑‍🤝‍🧑 - Do they have any siblings? 🥰 - What pet names do their partner(s) use for them? How flustered do they get by them? 🌳 - What’s their extended family like? 🎲 - Pick a random question to answer from this list.

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Spill the Tea ☕

Send ☕ or tea + question number (from the list below) for my muse to answer questions about themselves. You can select multiple questions or add your own. My muse can decline if the question is out of the list questions provided.

How did you come to choose your current profession or lifestyle?

How do you typically handle stress or difficult situations?

How do you view yourself versus how others see you?

Do you have any habits or quirks that others find unique or strange?

Have you ever been in love? If so, what was it like?

How do you deal with betrayal or conflict in your relationships?

What are you willing to sacrifice to achieve your goals?

What does a typical day look like for you?

What's your favorite way to relax or unwind?

Are there any skills or talents you have that not many people know about?

Do you have any coping mechanisms for dealing with anxiety or fear?

What are your pet peeves?

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Do you prefer working alone or in a team?

What kind of music do you listen to, if any?

What would your dream pet be, if laws of physics and reality were no obstacle?

What’s your favorite mythical creature, and why?

What’s your guilty pleasure, the thing you indulge in secretly?

Have you ever broken someone’s heart, intentionally or unintentionally?

Would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses?

Is there someone who has significantly influenced your life?

What’s your signature dance move?

Have you ever broken the law?

Would you sacrifice one innocent person to save a thousand others?

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone?

What’s your favorite smell in the entire world, and have you ever tried to bottle it?

What's the most embarrassing thing you've done while drunk?

Describe your most awkward kiss.

How many times a week do you talk to yourself?

What’s the strangest food combination you’ve ever tried and actually liked?

What's your idea of the perfect romantic evening?

Have you ever written a love letter or received one?

!!!!!! Suggestive questions from this point onwards:

33. What's the sexiest feature you find in a partner? 34. Have you ever had a one-night stand? 35. Have you ever skinny-dipped? 36. Have you ever had a friends-with-benefits arrangement? 37. Have you ever done it somewhere other than a bed? Where? 38. Describe your first time in three words. 39. Describe a non-sexual activity that turns you on unexpectedly. 40. If you could create your own aphrodisiac, what ingredients would you include?

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Send "Hair dye" + a color to apply hair dye of that color on my muse's hair

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+ Ocs included too

On anon or not, tell me what YOUR headcanons for my muse are.

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Does someone wonna do like an art trade?

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!!

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "(Golden Sign)" 01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:43 ㅤ ㅤ ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ

----------------------------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹---------------------------

---------------------------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹----------------------------

...........ROSAVA NOTCIS........

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SHE/HER PINK BLOOD

Rosava is a DJ from the sprawling coastal metropolis of New Pacifica, a shimmering, sleepless city where dreams are currency and sound never stops. Within its subterranean music scene, Rosava has carved out a name for herself, known for her sharp turntable instincts and genre-bending sound that blends broken-beat electronica, ghostly vocals, and pulses of old-world soul. She’s a known face in the after-midnight circuit, playing in neon-washed clubs, rooftop raves, and even secret shows in decommissioned cargo docks.

Though still underground, she's no beginner. Rosava has released several records on indie labels, and her latest self-produced album, "Nightflower", is slowly gaining a cult following on synth-heavy music forums and pirate streams. She occasionally sings on her tracks, layering in raw, emotionally charged vocals, a contrast to her slick production. Some critics call her "the voice of a night city," though she laughs at that.

By day, she leads a different life: juggling contracts as a social media manager and digital marketer, consulting for startups, mid-tier brands, and occasionally, underground fashion lines that match her vibe. It's not glamorous, but it pays the bills, mostly. She has a master's in computer engineering, and while she once dreamed of building systems for music platforms, her path veered into the creative underground instead. That mix of logic and rhythm still defines her, though her live sets are built on custom-coded beat-match algorithms and self-designed visuals that sync with her pulse.

She lives in a lived-in apartment high up in an aging complex called The Block 88 , which locals say was once a hotel for ship captains. Her most beloved possession is her rooftop fruit garden, a patch of soil and soul she tends with care. The star is her miniature papaya tree, affectionately named "Little JeJe"—a tribute to the late underground rapper Little JeJe, whose music helped her through her hardest years. She's often seen talking to the tree like an old friend while misting the leaves with filtered water.

Rosava shares the apartment with her cousin Veylar, a quiet and shy young man she officially adopted in her early twenties. He was barely out of teenhood when she took him in, and she still calls him grub sometimes, though he's now nearly her height. They're more like siblings, arguing over dishes one minute, planning rooftop movie nights the next. She’s his anchor, his guide, and his idol. She knows it, and takes that seriously, even if she'd never admit it aloud.

Despite her busy life, Rosava always finds time for the things that keep her grounded: vinyl hunting in the old quarter, catching moonlight ferry rides, and attending late-night philosophy salons in virtual reality. She keeps a leather-bound journal filled with abstract sketches, dream fragments, and future track ideas. Some nights, she dreams of opening a small vinyl café with live sets, herbal tea, and silent film projections.

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!! :)

“Like birds who, having fed, to the woods repair, They leave the landscape desolate and bare.” 金子 · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

..........XUEPAN XUIJIA...........

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

.BLUE BLOOD.

.HE/HIM.

Firstborn of the Xuijia dynasty, Xuepan was born under an auspicious celestial alignment, one that the family’s seers interpreted as a sign of future greatness. Associated with the element of Gold Jinlei embodies strength but also greed, and corrosion. From the moment he entered the world, his presence demanded attention. His cry was said to have silenced the wind, and his gaze unnerved even seasoned warriors.

Trained in the ancient arts of strategy, warfare, and diplomacy before he could speak in full sentences, Xuepan was raised to rule. His father, believed Jinlei would elevate the family to an empire. However, what began as brilliance gradually revealed itself as something darker.

By the age of seven, Xuepan was already known for his cruelty to servants and psychological manipulation of his younger siblings. He sees compassion as a weakness, mercy as betrayal, and unity as a facade meant to conceal threats to his supremacy. Beneath his calm, eloquent exterior lies a volatile storm, a man whose impulsive bloodlust can erupt without warning, often masked beneath ritual and propriety.

Xuepan’s hatred for his siblings is not just personal — it's philosophical. He believes that the Xuijia line should be refined, purified, and that only he carries the “true gold” of the bloodline. His younger brother, seen as thoughtful and empathetic, he regards as a coward. His sister, sharp-witted and beloved by the court, he labels a manipulator unworthy of reverence. He has no love for family, only contempt, seeing in them diluted echoes of what he considers his birthright.

Despite these flaws, many in the dynasty still follow him, out of fear, admiration, or blind loyalty. He is a masterful orator, a battlefield tactician of terrifying intuition, and a ruthless negotiator. He has never lost a duel.

But there are whispers.

Some say Xuepan communes with forgotten gods in private, seeking power beyond mortal comprehension. His shadow grows longer each year, and while the court debates succession, one truth becomes clearer:

Jinlei will not accept denial. If he cannot inherit the dynasty... he will conquer it.

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With every “!!” i get, I’ll introduce you to an OC!

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THE BAT GIRLE :>

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Recovered Writings

Recovered from the drowned ruins beneath the Obsidian Deep. Only a few legible entries remain, ink bled and warped by centuries of brine. Saturated leatherbound skin, etched with faded drawings. Inside cover bears a sigil now illegible. Smells of salt, copper, and mildew

Entry I

Today is my birthday!! Ten years!!! Me and Godwyn! Daddy said we came from the same moon-night. That makes us moon-twins. That’s better than regular twins, ‘cause it’s special! Godwyn is going away to do something called The Trial. He says that’s what makes him a real real grownup, like the ones who wear their grown up robes. I asked Daddy if I could come but he said no and then he said something weird… “not that part of the family.” But I am in the family. I live here! Anyway! There's gonna be a dinner tonight and Daddy said I can come! There’s gonna be all kinds of food like jellyfish and fruits and maybe even icecream! I hope Godwyn looks cool when he comes back. Maybe his eyes will glow like in the old paintings!

Smudged drawing in child's hand appears to depict a stick-figure with glowing eyes. Captioned: “Godwyn after Trial?”

Entry II

Godwyn is not fun. He doesn’t talk much now. Just hums. It’s not a song I know. It makes the windows shake a little. Mogrit’s not here. He always comes to the feast. He’s our biggest brother and he loves roast eel. I asked Sister where he is and she just looked at me. Her eyes were wet like glass. I think maybe Mogrit went to the places Papa talked about, the ones the sky is always blue. Maybe the ones with upside-down mountains and horses running around. Or maybe where the cowboys are! I hope he brings me something! A shell that whispers stories, or maybe the cooles cowboy hat!

Entry III

They gave Godwyn a collar. It’s made of shiny metal and it clicks when he moves. He won’t play ball with me anymore. Or mix potions. Or even talk. His eyes are wrong. I told him I missed him and he just stared at me. I don’t like the collar.

Entry IV

It’s not his face. I saw him peel it away, like skin off fruit. Underneath… it wasn’t bones. Not really. Just empty, and shifting, like smoke trying to remember what a face is. I begged him to tell me where Papa went. Where Mogrit went. He didn’t answer. Just smiled with his mouth all wrong. Like he was learning it. Only Sister writes to me now. Her letters come folded in dried seaweed. They smell like dust and fire. The castle is quieter. The walls leak now. But the dome above us is in intact? Still shining. Still whole.

Entry V

Papa is dead. I didn’t want to believe it, but we found his hand. It snapped off when I touched it, like dry bark. There were maggots inside. Pale ones. I’m not sure this is real anymore. Not sure it ever was. Something is wrong with the light. With the water. With time. I can’t find the sun. Did we ever have one?

Archivist annotation: “Several glyphs embedded in margin resemble runes for 'self' and 'mirror.'”

Entry VI

The mirrors are lying. They don’t show me. Not anymore. They show. The other me. He watches when I sleep. I know it. I hear him breathing under the bed, inside the walls, inside me. He smiles when I cry. Godwyn said something today. The first thing in days. He said, “It’s softer once you forget” I think he forgot himself. I think im next.

Entry VII

The halls are longer now. I counted my steps from the library to the dining room. It used to be 88. Now it’s 211. I counted twice. The door moved. I watched it. It slid across the stone like it was breathing. It didn’t like me looking. Sister’s letter said:“If the castle bends, let it. If it speaks, lie to it.” I think she’s afraid. I think she knows what Godwyn became.

Entry VIII

Godwyn stood outside my room all night. He didn’t knock. Just stood there. Sometimes I heard the collar click. Like metal teeth grinding. I asked why he peeled off his face. He said, “The flesh was in the way.” I asked what it was in the way of. He said,“The real.”. I locked the door but it doesn’t matter. The walls let him in now.

Childlike drawing. A large black mirror with eyes drawn all over it. A stick figure labeled "Me" stands beneath it with lines stretching upward like puppet strings.

Entry IX

I forgot my brother’s face. Not Godwyns the other one. Mogrit. I tried to draw him, but every time I do, the page comes out blank. The charcoal won’t stay. It falls off. I asked the mirror if it remembered. It nodded. Then it showed me a shape, tall and burning from the inside, crawling toward the castle with no skin. I don’t think that was Mogrit.

Entry X

The mirrors sing now. Only at night. But I hear it through the floor. Through my teeth. The notes are low and wide and full of space. Sometimes I feel like I’m inside them. I hum along without meaning to. I wake up doing it. I scratched my favurite things into the wall to remember it. But when I checked later, the letters were backwards. And wet.

Archivist’s note pinned here, possibly later annotation in margin: "Subject exhibits early-stage disassociation and auditory syncing. Not known why"

Entry XI

Godwyn brought something back from the basement. It looks like a pocket watch, but it ticks backwards. When it ticks, it smells like smoke and seaweed and Papa’s robes. He gave it to me and said, “This will help” I don’t know what that means. But when I hold it, the castle stops changing for a while. I can see the sky again, but it’s wrong. The stars move too fast. One of them winked at me.

Entry XII

I’m not sure I have hands. I can feel them writing but when I look down, they're not there. Only lines. Like threads. I don’t sleep much. The dreams are not mine anymore. I saw sister in the last one. She was inside out and smiling. She kissed my forehead and it burned. I still smell copper.

Final page, inscribed deep through the parchment, ink mixed with what appears to be dried blood or brine rust.

PROPERTY OF SOVANN UMBRIEL

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—————————DATE SCENARIO STARTERS send an emoji for a date scenario (romantic or platonic) for our muses.

🎠 - at a carnival 🎥 - at the movie theater 🎈 - birthday party 🌻 - at a botanical garden 🎵 - karaoke 🏳️‍🌈 - at a pride parade 🏀 - at a sports game 👻 - in a haunted location 📺 - movie night at home 💅🏻 - getting manicures 🎭 - at a play 💃🏽 - going dancing 🎲 - game night 🐘 - at a zoo 🍻 - at a bar 🌊 - day at the beach 🎳 - bowling 🍛 - having dinner ⭐️ - camping under the stars

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☼ I think Xefeat would wanna be friends with Heclif tbh

They would!

i mean someone needs to keep this happy sometimes huh?

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Put symbols in my ask!