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#🌲 Deathless and Deceitful (Aspen)
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🌲 Come little children, I’ll take you away 🌲
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Goodbye, Penelope, Shani, Livna and Aspen
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We have someone new in the group!
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“Are we stealing it?”
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“New or used?”
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Wonderful responses, both of you.
Moooving on...
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This is Serafina, she’s from Permico!
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“They don’t speak Permicon, do they?”
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Nope, but Penelope cast a translation spell when she came here
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“Alright...”
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“I’m the lead of one of Estrella’s newest plot bunnies. I’m going to be taking Alyssum and Elvira, the prince and princess of Hadaischland, from Permico back to their home.”
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Aspen and its dead pet human
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Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to talk about my muses’ color schemes.
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Aleksei - White, purple, and brown
I’ll admit, Aleksei’s color scheme is pretty arbitrary. His eyes are brown and his hair is white because I wanted him to look like Alina, and the purple came after because I just thought it suits him.
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Annabelle - Yellow, white, and blue
I wanted Annabelle to look harmless and innocent, so I went for a doll-like appearance. And when I think of a doll, I usually think of blonde hair and blue eyes. And, besides, blue and yellow go very well together!
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Aspen - Blue and yellow
I wasn’t thinking about how Aspen’s color scheme would look at the time I made  it. I drew it for a drawing challenge - Draw a fairy. Make its skin your favorite color (Blue) and its wings the color of your birth season (Yellow for Summer).
There were other tenets for the challenge, but I just listed the relevant ones
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Dyanna - Black, brown, and green
Remember this picture? Well, I saw it (Back in January, and popped it into the queue and it only came out in April) and thought that the green dress was so pretty on the girl, so I decided that Dyanna’s color would be green. Also, as I type this, I’m now realizing that the green gives her a sort of forest-y color scheme - Her black hair is the color of the shadows between the trees, her eyes and skin the color of the wood, and her clothes are the leaves. And I feel that, for gentle, practical Dyanna, a forest is a perfect metaphor. 
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Ekaterina and Dmitri - Red, black, and white
I came up with Katia’s color scheme first, and I’ve been scrambling to figure out Dmitri’s ever since. Then I made that first picture of them hugging, and noticed that they had the same color scheme! Red, black, and white. These two come as a set, and I realized that I should have their color scheme reflect that, so those are their official colors now.
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Elias - Black white, and red every once in a while as a treat
Black to represent his shadows, white because it compliments the black of his hair and eyes, and red was tacked on after because it’s a lucky color in Asian culture.
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Little ghost - Monochrome, a little bit of blue
Ghost has been dead so long that much of its humanity has eroded away, and I wanted its design to reflect that as much as possible - And I thought that just getting rid of its mouth wasn’t really enough. So I desaturated it completely, and then realized how boring that looked. So I decided to give it big, bright eyes. But what color? Brown? Ehh... If brown is too bright, it’ll turn orange. Green? Nah, acid green isn’t very easy on the eyes. 
And then I tried blue and JACKPOT. Bright, vibrant blue, so long as it’s not too pale a shade, isn’t eye-burning, and blue goes very nicely with white, grey (Ghost’s other colors), and black (Background).
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Penelope - Black, white, and orange
She’s Asian. Koi fish are pretty. ‘Nuff said.
I dunno how her green/blue bodice fits into the equation, though
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Shani and Livna - Red and blue, and white
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For most of my other characters, I made the color scheme to fit them. Not these two, though. I made them to fit the color scheme.
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Valeriya - Pale. That’s it. Pale
An early version of the No Place Like Home verse was the first incarnation of the Sobakin family, so Pakhta came before Valeriya. In Before the Full Moons Rise, I had no reason for the Sobakin family to have a dog, and I also needed the kids to have a guide through the world of the fairies, without that guide giving everything away too early on... So I took Pakhta and gave her that role.
But a dog (Or a wolf, which is what I changed her into because Rule of Cool) is too stupid to be fantasy-story guide, so I turned that wolf into a girl who had been turned into a wolf, and because Pakhta is all white, I had to have Valeriya, her human equivalent, reflect that.
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What Part of the Forest are You?
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The trees
You stretch into the open air, distant and dissipating, until there is no sky, only branches. Its your tree of choice, of course. Maybe get adventurous and choose an elm. You're down to earth and probably the friend of choice to lean on. You're a bit of an escapist and would love to put your life on pause for a few days. You don't have to be there for everyone all the time.
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Your Mythic Eye Color
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Piercing Yellow
Your personality would most likely relate to this mythic eye color. Representing one who acts on instinct and has a quick thought process, your ability to assess a situation in no time is very surprising. You may very likely have a love for or a strong connection to nature and animals as well. As such, your personality could be related to that of a stealthy cat or cunning wolf.
Yellow eyes are represented by:
The elements of Wood and Air
The season of Autumn
West
Darkness
Some attributes of those with Yellow eyes:
Quick to react
Plans ahead and does not procrastinate
Observational, and attentive to their environment
Prefers the company of animals to people
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What Brand of Stupid are you?
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Smart until infected with stupid
You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.
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Aspen - Confidently stupid
You think you are the smartest person on earth as you put your spoon in the microwave to make it easier to scoop ice cream. You give awful advice that sounds smart when spoken but terrible when executed. You insist on doing things yourself and are so absolutely sure you are doing everything right. Your confidence gives you charm, as well as the bravery to do the dumb things that you do
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Dmitri - Himbo stupid
You're just an all around kind person who's a little too gullible. You are knowledgeable on weirdly specific trivia but a lot of common knowledge seems to have slipped you. You probably aren't the best at math but by god can you fix a flat tire. Everyone remembers you as a friendly person, you just might need to brush up on your reading comprehension again
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Dyanna - Smart until infected with stupid
You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.
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Ekaterina - Himbo stupid
You're just an all around kind person who's a little too gullible. You are knowledgeable on weirdly specific trivia but a lot of common knowledge seems to have slipped you. You probably aren't the best at math but by god can you fix a flat tire. Everyone remembers you as a friendly person, you just might need to brush up on your reading comprehension again
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Elias - BASTARD stupid
Swears are your language and crime is your profession. Your reason for doing just about anything is because you could, no matter how stupid it was. Why did you set that fence on fire? To watch it burn. Why did you put that bug in your mouth? To see what it tastes like. Why did you teach that kid to say fuck? Its funny. Keeping you around is like housing a cartoon villain but at least you know how to pick locks so that's a reason to let you stay
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Ghost - Blissfully stupid
They say ignorance is bliss and by god you are living your best life. You skip merrily into a bear's cave to pet it as your friends scream at you to run. The world is beautiful and everyone is your best friend, nothing can possibly go wrong! You are incredibly curious and probably believe in magic. This isn't to say you're an innocent little baby, just that you see the world in a more positive light then most. You face danger with a smile, not because you are particularly brave but because you don't know there's danger to begin with.
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Penelope - Smart until infected with stupid
You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.
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Valeriya - Smart until infected with stupid
You think you're safe don't you? You are probably the responsible one in the group, perhaps even the mom friend. You are relatively smart but all it takes is one little thing to suck all your braincells out. It could be hanging around your fellow stupid friends, it could be being left alone, it could be having a bit too much fun. The stupid lives inside you and it just takes the right environment for it to show.
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Which Roman Goddess are You?
I’m doing this for everyone except Aleksei, Dmitri, and Elias
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Aspen - Fauna
· · ─────── ·🌾· ─────── · · Goddess of the countryside
Fauna is the female companion of the god Faunus and is an example of the  characteristically Roman tendency to form gender-complementary pairs  within a sphere of functionality. It is unknown what Fauna's relations  to Faunus is: she's either his wife, daughter, or sister depending on  what source you read — and sometimes more than just one.
Fauna's name has been regarded to be derived from faveo and favere ("to favor, nurture"), because she nurtures all that is useful to living creatures. She also has the ability of prophecy and can foresee future events, which come to her in a madness frenzy.
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Dyanna - Bellona
· · ─────── ·⚔️· ─────── · · Goddess of war, destruction, conquest, and bloodlust
Bellona is the goddess of war. One of the earliest etymologies of her name translates to "action of valor, war." She was worshipped by a number of cults in Rome, one of which was lead by priests who would cut their own limbs as blood offerings to her. In another militaristic cult, Bellona is often depicted alongside Virtus, the personification of valor. Considered a noble virtue, linking Bellona with valor implies that the Romans — although they recognized that Bellona oversees the destructive and bloodthirsty side of conflict — viewed her as the noble and valiant aspect of warfare as well. In poetry, the goddess represents the destructive and belligerent aspect of war. Shakespeare describes her as "the fire-eyed maid of smoky war." In art, Bellona is commonly portrayed wearing a plumed helmet and dressed in armour. In her hand she carries a spear, shield, or other weapons, and occasionally, she sounds a trumpet for the attack. Victoria (the personification of victory) frequently accompanies her, ensuring her success in battle. 
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“What?!”
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“... I don’t buy that.”
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“Me neither.”
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Ekaterina - Pomona · · ─────── ·🍎· ─────── · · Goddess of fruitful abundance, plenty, the harvest, orchards, and enchantment
Pomona is a nymph-goddess who features eponymously in the first original Latin myth: Pomona & Vertumnus. The story is romantic, full of seduction and deception, and follows the wooing of Pomona by Vertumnus, the god of changing seasons. She is very shy and determined to focused on her gardens, but Vertumnus loves her from afar and sets in motion a plan win her. I won't spoil the ending for you, and you can read it yourself here. It's only a five minute read, give or take.
Pomona herself is a bit of a minor goddess but very important since she is so distantly Roman. While most Roman deities where adopted from the Greeks, Pomona is an original Latin creation. She is described as a enchantingly beautiful, sunny young maiden who is extremely dedicated to her work, but appreciates praise and comments from passersby. Her symbols are apples (the French pom, meaning apple, comes from her name), fields of wheat, gardening tools, and fruitful abundance.
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Ghost - Flora
· · ─────── ·💐· ─────── · · Goddess of flowers, youth, and spring
Although a relatively minor figure, Flora gained prominence in the springtime and a festival was held in her honor each year to celebrate the renewal of the cycle of life. She was depicted quite frequently in art during the Renaissance and enjoyed more fame in that era than she ever did in ancient Rome and has remained a favorite of artists and scholars ever since.
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Penelope - Salacia
· · ─────── ·🌊· ─────── · · Goddess of the sea and salt water
Salacia the wife and consort of Neptune, lord of the seas. Their romance is actually quite sweet: he wished to wed her, yet she was in awe of his position so she hid in the Atlantic. Neptune, greatly distressed by this, enlisted the aid of a dolphin to search for Salacia with the message that Neptune loves her and wishes to share his throne with her. Salacia readily accepted, and Neptune rewarded the dolphin by being immortalized in the heavens in the constellation Delphinus.
Salacia was the personification of the calm and sunlit aspect of the sea and the wide open waters. She is depicted as a beautiful nymph, crowned with seaweed, and enthroned beside Neptune, dressed in queenly robes with nets in her hair. Her name is derived from Latin sal, meaning "salt", and is sometimes literally translated to mean sensational.
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Livna - Bellona
· · ─────── ·⚔️· ─────── · · Goddess of war, destruction, conquest, and bloodlust
Bellona is the goddess of war. One of the earliest etymologies of her name translates to "action of valor, war." She was worshipped by a number of cults in Rome, one of which was lead by priests who would cut their own limbs as blood offerings to her. In another militaristic cult, Bellona is often depicted alongside Virtus, the personification of valor. Considered a noble virtue, linking Bellona with valor implies that the Romans — although they recognized that Bellona oversees the destructive and bloodthirsty side of conflict — viewed her as the noble and valiant aspect of warfare as well. In poetry, the goddess represents the destructive and belligerent aspect of war. Shakespeare describes her as "the fire-eyed maid of smoky war." In art, Bellona is commonly portrayed wearing a plumed helmet and dressed in armour. In her hand she carries a spear, shield, or other weapons, and occasionally, she sounds a trumpet for the attack. Victoria (the personification of victory) frequently accompanies her, ensuring her success in battle.
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Shani  - Salacia
· · ─────── ·🌊· ─────── · · Goddess of the sea and salt water
Salacia the wife and consort of Neptune, lord of the seas. Their romance is actually quite sweet: he wished to wed her, yet she was in awe of his position so she hid in the Atlantic. Neptune, greatly distressed by this, enlisted the aid of a dolphin to search for Salacia with the message that Neptune loves her and wishes to share his throne with her. Salacia readily accepted, and Neptune rewarded the dolphin by being immortalized in the heavens in the constellation Delphinus.
Salacia was the personification of the calm and sunlit aspect of the sea and the wide open waters. She is depicted as a beautiful nymph, crowned with seaweed, and enthroned beside Neptune, dressed in queenly robes with nets in her hair. Her name is derived from Latin sal, meaning "salt", and is sometimes literally translated to mean sensational.
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“Is that the sort you make friends with?!”
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*nods*
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Where Will You go When You Die?
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Aspen - You go to the shore
You reach the afterlife already standing, feet half-buried in the shifting sand, the stars wheeling overhead. One foot is planted in seawater, and one on the sand. The shore is empty, as far as you can tell, just endless stretches of dark sea and tide, dunes and starlight. The horizon is distant, if there is a horizon, and the air is clear. Eventually you pick a direction and start walking.
The sun comes up, and you keep walking, and your feet never hurt, and you never get hungry, and you never get tired. You find other people who are also walking, and you walk together. You find strange landmarks, stone and bone and wood, relics from other adventurers. You find deep pools.
You write your name in charcoal on the vast ribs of a creature unimaginably large. You tell stories. You sing. Eventually, though, you always end up walking on. You have infinite freedom, but what are you searching for? What will you do when you find it?
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Aleksei - You don't go anywhere
you stay inside your flesh and bone. it is not that you are tethered to your body, it is that you are your body and only your body. you decay, as all things decay, and you become bone and earth.
you become the worms. you become the apple tree that tangles its roots through the gaps between your bones and feeds upon the earth that you became. you become the bird that eats the apple of the tree. you become egg and nestling. you become egg-eating fox. you become a laughing child stealing sour apples from the tree above your grave.
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Dmitri - You go into death's arms
You do not wake up anywhere. You meet death with eyes open, and death smiles at you, wordless, knowing. You take its hand, and are drawn under the sweep of a vast dark cloak. Death takes you home with it. You are cradled in the embrace of a vast and incomprehensible lover.
You are safe. You are loved. You are known, and you are tended to like a flower in a garden, like a beloved child, like an exquisite rarity. You doze in the curl of death's cloak and you help to soothe its melancholy, and for that you are rewarded endlessly.
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Dyanna - You go into death's arms
You do not wake up anywhere. You meet death with eyes open, and death smiles at you, wordless, knowing. You take its hand, and are drawn under the sweep of a vast dark cloak. Death takes you home with it. You are cradled in the embrace of a vast and incomprehensible lover.
You are safe. You are loved. You are known, and you are tended to like a flower in a garden, like a beloved child, like an exquisite rarity. You doze in the curl of death's cloak and you help to soothe its melancholy, and for that you are rewarded endlessly.
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Ekaterina - You go to the shore
You reach the afterlife already standing, feet half-buried in the shifting sand, the stars wheeling overhead. One foot is planted in seawater, and one on the sand. The shore is empty, as far as you can tell, just endless stretches of dark sea and tide, dunes and starlight. The horizon is distant, if there is a horizon, and the air is clear. Eventually you pick a direction and start walking.
The sun comes up, and you keep walking, and your feet never hurt, and you never get hungry, and you never get tired. You find other people who are also walking, and you walk together. You find strange landmarks, stone and bone and wood, relics from other adventurers. You find deep pools.
You write your name in charcoal on the vast ribs of a creature unimaginably large. You tell stories. You sing. Eventually, though, you always end up walking on. You have infinite freedom, but what are you searching for? What will you do when you find it?
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Elias - You go to the shore
You reach the afterlife already standing, feet half-buried in the shifting sand, the stars wheeling overhead. One foot is planted in seawater, and one on the sand. The shore is empty, as far as you can tell, just endless stretches of dark sea and tide, dunes and starlight. The horizon is distant, if there is a horizon, and the air is clear. Eventually you pick a direction and start walking.
The sun comes up, and you keep walking, and your feet never hurt, and you never get hungry, and you never get tired. You find other people who are also walking, and you walk together. You find strange landmarks, stone and bone and wood, relics from other adventurers. You find deep pools.
You write your name in charcoal on the vast ribs of a creature unimaginably large. You tell stories. You sing. Eventually, though, you always end up walking on. You have infinite freedom, but what are you searching for? What will you do when you find it?
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Little ghost - You go into death's arms
You do not wake up anywhere. You meet death with eyes open, and death smiles at you, wordless, knowing. You take its hand, and are drawn under the sweep of a vast dark cloak. Death takes you home with it. You are cradled in the embrace of a vast and incomprehensible lover.
You are safe. You are loved. You are known, and you are tended to like a flower in a garden, like a beloved child, like an exquisite rarity. You doze in the curl of death's cloak and you help to soothe its melancholy, and for that you are rewarded endlessly.
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Penelope - You don't go anywhere
you stay inside your flesh and bone. it is not that you are tethered to your body, it is that you are your body and only your body. you decay, as all things decay, and you become bone and earth.
you become the worms. you become the apple tree that tangles its roots through the gaps between your bones and feeds upon the earth that you became. you become the bird that eats the apple of the tree. you become egg and nestling. you become egg-eating fox. you become a laughing child stealing sour apples from the tree above your grave.
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Valeriya - You go to the shore
You reach the afterlife already standing, feet half-buried in the shifting sand, the stars wheeling overhead. One foot is planted in seawater, and one on the sand. The shore is empty, as far as you can tell, just endless stretches of dark sea and tide, dunes and starlight. The horizon is distant, if there is a horizon, and the air is clear. Eventually you pick a direction and start walking.
The sun comes up, and you keep walking, and your feet never hurt, and you never get hungry, and you never get tired. You find other people who are also walking, and you walk together. You find strange landmarks, stone and bone and wood, relics from other adventurers. You find deep pools.
You write your name in charcoal on the vast ribs of a creature unimaginably large. You tell stories. You sing. Eventually, though, you always end up walking on. You have infinite freedom, but what are you searching for? What will you do when you find it?
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Aleksei - You speak kindly
You recognize the power of words and you choose to use them for good. You're attentive and give good compliments. People come to you for comfort because you seem to always know what to say.
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Aspen - You speak obscurely
If you got this result, you either have trouble expressing/explaining yourself or you use highly specific/technical words that most people don't know. You tend to think you're speaking clearly until you see the annoyingly bewildered look in the eyes of the person talking with you.
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Dyanna - You speak carefully
You always consider what you're about to say before saying it. This makes you both a very considerate person and an over-thinker. You take your time when talking with others, which might try people's patience, but those willing to listen to you are glad they did.
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Dmitri and Ekaterina - You speak kindly
You recognize the power of words and you choose to use them for good. You're attentive and give good compliments. People come to you for comfort because you seem to always know what to say.
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Elias - You speak confidently
Formally, you're a great orator because of your confident presence. Informally though, you talk quickly and animatedly and like to play around with words, which sometimes results in you using a word in the completely wrong context. you also probably have a great sense of humor :)
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Little ghost - You speak enchantingly
When you speak, people listen. You are expressive and passionate and great at storytelling. You are also quite convincing and can bring people under your spell with your words.
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“Too bad you don’ talk.”
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;‸;
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“Aspen!”
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Penelope - You speak enchantingly
When you speak, people listen. You are expressive and passionate and great at storytelling. You are also quite convincing and can bring people under your spell with your words.
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Valeriya - You speak confidently
Formally, you're a great orator because of your confident presence. Informally though, you talk quickly and animatedly and like to play around with words, which sometimes results in you using a word in the completely wrong context. you also probably have a great sense of humor :)
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Who will You Dance With at the Starlight Ball?
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Aspen - A being from the forest
The gardens call to you, away from the music, the gossiping, the cramped dancehall. The fresh air, the bubbling fountains, and the fragrant flowers welcome you. It is there, among the trees and the overgrown rosebushes that you see it, tending to the flowers. Skin like tree bark, hair like ivy, and eyes like warm soil after rainfall. It tells you it has cared for these gardens for many years for they extend into the enchanted forests behind the palace.
It takes your hand and shows you around the gardens, the hidden groves, the bluebird nests, the hidden pool that the nymphs have made their home. It says the nobles barely visit the vast gardens anymore because they think there is a monster dwelling in them that comes out during nights with no moon. You ask if there really is one and it just smiles at you.
It takes your hands and you dance in the middle of the clearing, to the sounds from the forest, to an old tune they hum under their breath. The skies open and it starts raining but you don’t mind as your feet glide over the grass. As you make your way back to the palace, hair sticking in front of your eyes, they will ask you to come back again, in three days. During the new moon. Will you come to see them again?
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Aleksei - A masked stranger
In dark clothes and a full face mask, this stranger gives you an elegant bow and extends her hand. The dance is swift and leaves you breathless, and she is gone as suddenly as they appeared. When you wander away from the ball you run into her and hear a loud clatter as a sack falls onto the floor and spills its contents. In the low candlelight you can see the crown jewels glimmering as she picks them up and shove them back in the sack.
She looks at you, her expression unreadable behind the mask. She raises a finger in front of her mask and disappears back into the shadows, without a trace. Later that night, you find in your pocket an obsidian and gold bangle and a note thanking you for your silence. After this ball, you will catch glimpses of her in the street, at other events, late in the night.
One night, you will find her in your room, going through your possessions. Still wearing a mask, their clothes the same as the ones from the ball, now ragged and worn. No signs of riches from the jewels they stole. She will playfully claim She did not know it was your house. She will then mention an ancient palace, full of traps, the vengeful spirits of the royal family that used to inhabit it, and immeasurable riches. She will offer you to come with them. You have never seen Her face. Will you follow her into danger?
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“GET OUT!”
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Dmitri - The court mage
You enjoy the ball but wander away in the early hours of the morning, losing yourself in the corridors of the palace. Your steps take you up a spiral staircase and into the tallest tower. There, you find the court mage deep in research of a spell. Her fine clothes tell that she was at the ball at some point, but her  sleeves are now rolled and her face deep in concentration.
You speak softly, and the spell flashes out, as she rubs her eyes, clearly tired. She invites you to stay and you sit next to her, sharing tea and conversation in the candlelight. She tells you about the magic that comes from the heavens, shows you how to turn starlight into a spoon or a teacup, and talk about the ancient tunnels buried under the palace, filled with arcane secrets. Near the end of the ball, the music is so loud that it rises up to the tower.
You take her hand and offer a dance, spinning across the room, stumbling upon books, and catching alembics before they crash on the floor. When she opens the door back to the palace and you descend the first steps, her hand will linger on yours for a few seconds. In your hand, you will find a note with a hastily scrawled map of the palace, and a secret room marked on it, along with a delicate earring made of starlight, that will light your way down the stairs. Will you meet her on the next new moon and uncover the secrets of the palace?
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Dyanna - The heir to the throne
He stumbles onto you while walking away from a crowd of suitors. With a swift movement, he spins you by your hand and ask you in a whisper if you would like to dance with him, to save him from the proposals. The dance is fun and bubbly, full of twirls and spins, and laughter.
The crowd opens around you, more out of annoyance at you accidentally bumping on them, than out of admiration. You will then run into the gardens and watch the stars disappear from the sky as the sun rises. There you will talk about your lives, books, music, adventure.
You will discover in him the soul of a storyteller and one that yearns to explore haunted ruins, enchanted forests, and mysterious caves. The sun rises as faint voices call for him from the palace. Years later, in another city, maybe another kingdom, you will recognize familiar laughter from a hooded stranger in a tavern. Will you lead him into another dance?
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Ekaterina - No one... Maybe?
The night passes in a flurry of music, conversation, and light, but you do not dance even once. You wander the halls, and the corridors and come back to the dance hall once all the revelers have left and the music has ended. Motes of dust float in the air, shimmering in the first rays of sun after dawn.
A faint tune rings in your ears, an ancient melody, a soft song in an unknown language that has not been sung for centuries. Your feet seem to move of their own accord, and you dance and twirl to this ethereal song. A hand holds yours, incorporeal, soft, and warm as a summer breeze.
This presence, old a the palace itself, sings the song and leads you in a dance whose steps you do not know. When the morning sun pools into the room and blinds your eyes, the song will end and you will be left completely alone in the hall, now silent and cold as the grave. In your hand, you will find a thin golden key that was not there before. Will you come back and find what ancient door it opens?
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Elias - A sun deity
Not that you know at first, not really. She wears a golden mask and a sunburst crown. She stands tall and proud in her fine clothing. Yet despite her regal aura, guests keep their distance. They whisper about the enemy kingdom which worships the sun, instead of the stars. They wonder how someone dares dress like that at the starlight ball. You approach the stranger and she takes your hand, leading you into a dance.
Soon, the crowds open and stare in awe at your dance. Your dance has presence and elegance, and soon the room is filled with golden light like the first day of spring. You spend the night dancing and talking. She tells you about her home, about palaces of gold and fire, fields of citrine flowers, days of eternal summer.
Once the sun rises and all the stars have faded, you will step into the gardens and her dark hair will glow with golden light. She will offer her hand, and welcome you into her kingdom. She will say that you deserve to be adorned with gold under the light of the sun rather than the stars. Will you accept her  invitation?
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Little Ghost - A royal guard
They are guarding one of the gates, in full ceremonial armour and helmet. You try to strike a conversation with them, but they reply awkwardly, no expecting anyone to speak with them. You stay close to them, leaning against the wall and wondering how they manage to stand for so many hours in full armour.
You speak with them and find out they have an amazing memory for epic stories. They tell you about dragons, princesses, and humble stable boys who became heroes. You listen for hours, enthralled by stories both old and new. When you ask them to dance they say they cannot leave their post, but after some insisting they will step outside into the corridors with you and dance to the muffled music from the dancehall.
Their steps are a bit stiff, as if they had memorised the dance but never practiced it with anyone else. When you ask to see their face, they say they are not allowed to remove their helmet. As the night comes to a close you will say your goodbyes and they will hand you a note folded to resemble a flower, asking to see you again.
When you ask the other knights the next day, they will tell you that no knights are posted during balls, that they are replaced by magical automatons, powered by silver cogs and arcane magic. Will you search for them on the next ball?
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Penelope - A star deity
Not that you know at first, not really. She comes to you wrapped in silver gauze, a brilliant sparkle in her pupils. You dance, and share a pleasant conversation, then swap partners. Yet you find yourself walking into her as the night goes on, recognizing her voice in the crowd, her laugh against the music. When you step into the gardens, they come to you, and you see that the glow in her pupil matches that of the stars above.
She leans on the marble railing, staring in wonder at the ball, rather than the starry night. She tells you that this is the one night every year she takes mortal form and come to enjoy the music and the dance. She tells you about their realm in descriptions you can barely understand, about cities made of starlight, the nebula nursery she was born in, worlds adorning fingers and crowns as jewels. In turn, you tell her about your home, about fields of flowers and sunlight-speckled autumn forests.
She leaves before the horizon starts to lighten. The next year you attend the ball again, and your hand immediately meets hers. You step out into the city, looking up at the candlelight behind windows as if they were constellations in the night. You dance to the sound of a street musician, under light summer rain, gracefully twirling over the cobblestones.
When the night is over, she will ask you to come again next year, and if you wish she will take you to their starlight realm. Or she will stay here and leave her kingdom for good, just for you. Will you attend the ball again, once the year is passed?
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Valeriya - The monarch
The crowds part and whispers fill the air when the tsar approaches you and bows his head, extending his hand. His hair coils around the golden halo that crowns his head. Rings cover his every finger, and sparkle in the light when you take his hand, just as his warm, brown eyes. The music is slow, solemn. The dance steps stiff, lethargic, almost ritualistic. This is clearly an attempt to keep appearances and decorum, which ends in a polite bow and a look into your eyes that lingers for far too long.
You will catch him looking at you several times during the ball, but with no time to approach you again. As the ball draws to a close, he will come to you one last time and press a kiss to the back of your hand. The next day, you will receive an invitation to come to the palace, and find him near the gardens, a flower in his hands. No finery, no crown, no jewelry, no guards, but the same look in his eyes. Will you accept a second dance, now that you are alone?
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*Cheers*
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What Tarot Card Are You?
Swiped from @sins-of-the-sea​
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Aleksei - The Empress
You are only independent insofar as you have others to care for. This makes you dependent in your independence. They want your knowledge, your skills, your talents, your affection. What can they give in return?
“Teeth” is not an acceptable answer, nor is “keeping the shadows to the corners”, nor is “glory”, nor is “love”. There is no acceptable answer, no gift of a magnitude which can match the thing you know, which is that they are taking from you.
They are stealing from you. You should stop them from doing that, darling. You only have so much to give. You are not infinite, and when they have taken their last they will remind you of that. My advice is this: give enough to keep them at bay, but be careful. Their teeth can turn on you too. There is no easier way to make an animal dangerous than by feeding it.
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Aspen - The Hierophant
The plan is perfect in every way. Everyone where they need to be, at exactly the right moment, with exactly the right smile. You have moved and manipulated the situation, but did you remember to put yourself in the correct position?
You, after all, are still a player in the game - whoever thinks they control the pieces still has to make the next move eventually. Whoever is playing the game is playing against an opponent. Ensure that they have not played better than you.
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Dmitri - The Empress
You are only independent insofar as you have others to care for. This makes you dependent in your independence. They want your knowledge, your skills, your talents, your affection. What can they give in return?
“Teeth” is not an acceptable answer, nor is “keeping the shadows to the corners”, nor is “glory”, nor is “love”. There is no acceptable answer, no gift of a magnitude which can match the thing you know, which is that they are taking from you.
They are stealing from you. You should stop them from doing that, darling. You only have so much to give. You are not infinite, and when they have taken their last they will remind you of that. My advice is this: give enough to keep them at bay, but be careful. Their teeth can turn on you too. There is no easier way to make an animal dangerous than by feeding it.
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Dyanna - The Moon
You avoid corners and doorways - do you know why? Have you looked inwards recently? Do you understand what is happening there? Your mind is muddled and dusty, a mirror you haven’t been able to clean properly.
Smudging the nervousness just leaves streaks on the glass, which makes your face harder to see, which makes you nervous. What are you nervous of, darling? What keeps you up at night? Why haven’t you confronted it? Do you know what it is? Can you answer my questions? Are they making you nervous? Am I frightening you?
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Ekaterina - The Devil
Restriction is not so terrible a thing as you think it is. One must not always be shackled to be prudent. You could use a set of handcuffs in your life, my love. Shall I forge them for you? We could be tied together, you and I. Maybe then you would not want for so many things.
Maybe if you were drip fed what you wanted, you would only focus on the next drip, instead of the wide world of things there are to want. You consume what you love, you terrify the things you want.
You have chewed your way through your life and you are still hungry. The old woman holds out a key. The iron around your wrist is so very heavy.
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Elias - Wheel of Fortune
Examine the luck, good or bad, that you have experienced over the past 6 months. I don’t speak of the luck of the world, or of others, but of your own. Would you like it to change?
The question won’t affect the change, but it must be asked regardless. If you passed a crumpled 20 dollar note on the street, would you pick it up? If you passed a small child? If you passed a 10 cent coin? Throw the coin into the ocean and make a wish. Would you like some change? 
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Little ghost - The Hermit
It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well.
Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self.
Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.
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Penelope - The Lovers
Your lover’s back does not look quite the same this morning. No one else would notice the difference, if there even is a difference, but you could swear they have more vertebrae than usual. Something in the breathing, as you stare at them in the morning light.
The light in the kitchen is just as warm as it always is, the coffee just as hot, but you cannot meet your lover’s eyes. They kiss you on the forehead, go off to work, shake their keys on the way out as they always do. Did they eat anything this morning? Did they speak? Of course they did.
You’re probably losing your mind. You would call your friends to ask, if you had any friends left. You don’t, of course, haven’t for months. You only need each other. You only need them. You haven’t spoken to anyone in months. You count the notches on their back. You watch them breathe. You pray they don’t turn around.
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Valeriya - The Hermit
It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well.
Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self.
Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.
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Dima! Dyanna! I found some faceclaims for you
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“Oh, really?”
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“Who?”
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Nani Pelekai for Dyanna, and Peter Pan and John Darling for Dima
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“Doesn’t John have brown hair?”
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That’s a three-second fix
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“Peter has pointy ears, and so do fairies. I don’t want to look like one of those demons! Estrella, what were you thinking?!”
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... Don’t get too worked up, that’s also an easy fix
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“I know Aspen is a jerk, but that was a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?”
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“It’s not just Aspen. The fairies took my Papa! They cursed Valeriya! If the devil had minions on earth, it would be them!”
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...
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“Rude.”
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“You say that as if you didn’t try to spear Dorogaya on your antlers like a grisly marshmallow from hell.”
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“You did WHAT?!”
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Muses that can screw up your life
(Whether it be in combat or otherwise)
Swiped from @altsmultimuse​
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Aspen - Eight feet tall with three rows of jagged teeth and no moral compass...
... ‘Nuff said.
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Dmitri, Soldier of the Second Army, No Place like Home, and post-By Light of the Moons and Stars verses - He could asphyxiate someone, collapse lungs, or just straight-up burst them.
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Ghost - Could possess someone and make them do whatever the hell it wants, up and including jumping off a bridge. Be glad it’s a pushover and would almost neevr do something like that, because unlike all my other muses, you can’t hit back!
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Valeriya - If she really wanted to hurt someone, the first thing they’d see would be a bright flash of light. The next thing they’d see would be nothing at all because she’s just evaporated their retinas. And it’d take her about the same amount of effort as doing five pull-ups; difficult, but very much possible.
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