#another muse

[tempest-toss]

All shadows and glowing eyes? What color were they glowing? It it's what I think, then you're going to end up giving me nightmares.

- @white-rabbits-captain

White, but dey changed when da other images appeared.. I think I saw him in all da other images.

#shady person #Luca #Another muse #white-rabbit-captain

[thebluesthour]

Today, the sun begins as a white rose, a white rose tinged with silver and blue.

Sujata Bhatt, “Another Muse”, Poppies in Translation

#lit #quotes #words #poetry #Sujata Bhatt #Another Muse #Poppies in Translation #glimmers #contemporary lit #m #queued

[shoot-of-corruption]

.... the other muse?? :p I'm so curious !!! you'll let us know when we have met all of them right?

((I will, don't worry!))

Usually he didn't care much for meeting new people. He was perpetually tired and a bit of a recluse, but the moment they acknowledged him and told him their name, his polite nature kicked back in and a small smile fell on his lips.

A pattern a day keeps the madness at bay~

"It's very nice to meet you."

The next part was always the hardest.

"Bakura Ryou."

Meeting ghosts and cryptids was so much easier....

#ask #ic #another muse #ryou bakura #the godtier ninja duelist

[sxlemnity]

۞

Adalexi Margolus - The Raven Merchant

Dawn's light peered through the cracks between the heavy curtains that shielded a private study from prying eyes. It caressed a lone figure within, mingling with the unnatural blue glow that seeped from the cracks in black bones. Fleshless phalanges caress paper, an unnaturally sharp fingertip following the lines of a diagram briefly before the owner lets out a heavy sigh and snaps the book shut.

"I need new material for my collection... But one cannot simply purchase something so precious as an adventuring wizard's spellbook." He mutters to himself, then glances to the curtains. Dawn heralded the start of his work day. There would be meetings and other merchant lords abound, all looking to pick their way into his good graces so that they might find some hidden means of undermining his trade routes. Adalexi smirks to himself at the thought.

So eager were they to deal with him that they never considered, exactly, the implications of his words and what other meanings they might have. Always loopholes for him, yet iron tight for those who would attempt to cross him. All sealed by a handshake and a promise. Never did they know what they had made a deal with.

A flourish of his cloak sees it properly settled over one shoulder, though he preens through the iridescent black feathers not unlike the bird that he is so nicknamed for before murmuring a word in the fae tongue. The unnatural glow disappears as a convincing illusion of flesh once again covers his arms, and the haunting red fade from his scleras to leave only the brilliant purple gaze he'd once had as a half-elf. His snow white hair stains black as pale skin regains a tan and his height diminishes.

The man who strides out of the study is the public's vision of Lord Margolus. A kind, gentle man who puts the needs of his town over the amount of gold in his own pocket. Someone who, despite his noble birth, saw value in all people, peasant or no.

After all, all manner of beings held knowledge and the ability to gather such. It was far less tiring a task when others willingly brought him things for his collection of books.

#ask answered #Another muse #This is my D&D character! #He is chaotic evil #but not abjectly cruel to others! #He is currently level 7 and has gathered over thirty spells by taking other wizards' spellbooks. #He is a wizard/warlock with a fae patron

[barilleon]

One thing that I've noticed about Baldur's Gate 3 is that sometimes it really does feel like your companions are being piloted by other players. Sure, there's the standard approval system that most CRPGs have nowadays, but there is an even more powerful mechanic at play here: giving the player the option to shut the fuck up.

There are tons of moments when your companions are forced to confront parts of their past they can't shake. You always have the option to speak up for them if you like, but most times you also have the option to say nothing (sometimes the prompt is literally "say nothing," sometimes it's "let [character] handle this."

And this is such an important tactic of playing at the table: turning the spotlight onto to another player and letting them handle it. Because the story isn't just about your player character, it's about all of you.

When you do choose that option, I've noticed more often than not that the character approves of you letting them take the wheel. When you try to speak up for them, they may not express disapproval, but it comes up in the fiction. I tried to defend Astarion once and an NPC was like, "You're letting swine speak for you now?" and Astarion shouted, "I don't need anyone to speak for me!" He's right! This is his moment! Why did I say anything?

Baldur's Gate doesn't have to do this! There's no actual person piloting your companions. And in games a lot of people will say it's usually best practice to keep the spotlight on the players. But BG3 is a video game based on a tabletop game, and I think this is one of the main differences between the two. Maybe it's a tiny detail, but giving the player the option to relinquish the spotlight (and oftentimes encouraging and rewarding it) is such an incredible detail, and faithful to the medium the game is trying to emulate.

It's also a great lesson for everyone who wants to be a good player at the table: if it's not your scene, consider shutting up and letting the spotlit player handle it.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #spoiler-free musings #if you look at anything i've ever written about ttrpgs #every bad experience i've had can be found written between the lines #one time another player killed an npc from my backstory before i had the chance to talk to him!

[catherine-sketches]

So in my “will-i-won’t-i” with Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss (where I procrastinate and don’t watch the shows and only absorb the content through TikTok, Tumblr and sometimes Twitter) I came across Staticmoth/ VoxVal.

I saw the scene with Angel and Valentino. His abuse and disgusting behavior. I have an idea on how this moth asshole behaves.

And I have seen some people think that their relationship would be toxic, that Vox and Val, if the predictions are correct and become (or are revealed to be) a couple, would beat the shit (physically, mentally and emotionally) out of each other on the regular, but I think the idea that him and Vox having a healthy relationship could be such a punch to the gut plot wise.

Because that would mean Valentino IS capable of understanding consent. He KNOWS what working with someone else means without disrespect. He FULLY knows what sex is supposed to be like.

But that’s is between equals. Vox? His equal. Fellow overlord.

Angel? His property. Why would he give a shit about his thing?

#hazbin hotel #voxval #staticmoth #angel dust #valentino #Vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel angel dust #some musings I had #I had this scenario in my head #of a juxtaposition of scenes #like that one scene in Arcane #where it’s Valentino and Vox pretty much making love #like Mel and Jayce #while Angel is in another room suffering THE WORST SHIT EVER for a new movie #like Viktor dying in from of the hex core #the previous scene could be Val locking the studio so Angel could not escape just to hammer home how little Valentino gives a shit #and it’s actively working to make Angel’s situation worse #while he is whisked away by Vox to have his pussy eaten

[ride-a-dromedary]

"Halsin shouldn't be that big or muscular or look middle aged because he's an elf and the lore sa-"

I actually think he should be bigger and look more middle aged, personally.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin Posting #the man has been non-stop stressed for a century like i'm surprised that didn't prematurely age him MORE #i think he *should* have silver hairs peppered throughout from the endless stress he's been under #and be built like a professional strong man with a significant healthy layer of fat because he *hibernates* and is *practically strong* #and because he says he likes sweet things and doesn't find any point in denying himself things he likes #so you're telling me that man is chiseled and cut like an unhealthy bodybuilder? #no i don't think so #'elf lore says-' this game is literally all about curbing your expectations when it comes to what people are 'meant' to be #elf lore says a lot of things that halsin fits *to a t* - his appearance being out of the 'norm' is not a flaw #but it doesn't matter then does it? only when he physically fits the species paradigm? #'that's not how elf aging works!' why not? you've seen how human's age yeah? different people age in different ways #you can line up ten 50 year olds next to one another and not a single one of them will look the same #the thing is that under every single umbrella there is diversity of experience #people will look and age differently from others - that's just how life and genetic diversity *works* #anyway this is a gripe at two different things at once don't mind me

[solacium]

presence // aventurine

he'll never outrightly ask you what it is, not at the outset.

he might find you curled on the couch, quiet, trying to breathe out the something in your chest that writhes and constricts, or in tears, but he won't ask, only sit quietly with you, lean against you, the weight of him enough to reassure you of his presence. maybe you reach for him, curl into the hollow of his body, and he'll let you, hold you until the tears stop, or you can feel your hands again, or you fall asleep, to the steady rhythm of his heart.

you'll wake, or look at him, and he'll speak, then, maybe look back at you with those iridescent eyes that you love, as he asks, softly, if you're feeling better, if you want to talk about it.

he'll keep you company, either way, listening. there is a steadiness in the weight of his arms around you, in the even beat of his heart against your back. you'll have to move, eventually, one of your legs falling asleep under you, and you'll both laugh, and shift. he gently disentangles himself from you, to get you something to drink. you settle back down, curled around each other, talk quietly until the sunlight changes.

#here's more of my ven i guess #tiny one this time i'm working on another thing but the muse is steadfastly ignoring me #but he will give me this i guess #i actually really love reverse comfort but here is some not reverse comfort #bc jfc the other day i had to translate something that yeeted me straight out of my body into depersonalisation #and i had to sleep that shit off #so to make my brain wind down i wrote this #idk how ic it is but uh #come get your aventurine cuddles i guess #honkai star rail #hsr #aventurine #aventurine hsr #aventurine honkai star rail #x reader #reader insert #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #actually i'll be the first to admit i /don't/ think he would be the best at being sympathetic tbvh but i just wanted to write this ok #let a guy have his brainworms lmfao #solacium.scriv

[loguetowns]

to be young

roronoa zoro x reader

your boyfriend thinks he's got jokes

"let's burn it down" + zoro for anon

1.5k words

a/n: it's fluff with very minimal plot (like absolutely none). also slightly ooc zoro? he's very lovey dovey and i'm not sorry about it

zoro knows he was a pain in the ass as a child. dragging his feet to do chores, loud-mouthing all the older kids, challenging kuina day and night for just one more battle - he knows he was a brat.

and, now, at the ripe age of 21, he likes to think that he's grown out of his childish ways. he's mature, seasoned by the hardships of adulthood - a promising young man, if you will.

"ha!" zoro snickers, "i made you look."

"you're so lame," you groan. "i don't know how you tricked me into thinking you were some playboy."

you knock his hand out of your face, but (like the playboy he is) in one smooth motion, he locks his fingers with yours.

"no tricks," he flashes you a grin reminiscent of your first meeting in that hole-in-the-wall bar. "a man can be both, you know?"

"don't i know it," you mumble. yet, for all your grumbling, there's a bashful smile tugging at the corner of your lips that reminds zoro of the moments before he kissed you in that hole-in-the-wall bar.

"anyway," you ignore the look of triumph on zoro's face. "as i was saying, that's my elementary school over there."

against the crimson sky, zoro follows your finger and spies a schoolhouse in the horizon. your other hand is still holding his, swinging in rhythm to his pace.

"that dinky little thing? can you even call that a school?"

"okay, not all of us grew up in a dojo with zen gardens and..." you motion in the air. "-and... meditation grounds."

zoro has to laugh at what you've come up with. his laughter bounces against the cobblestone streets, landing in every spot marked by the setting sun.

"meditation grounds?" he repeats. you scowl. "we didn't have any of those."

"no objections to the zen gardens, i see," you huff.

"they were nice! and i know you liked them. i heard you tell ol' man shimotsuki they were pretty," he pokes your cheek and you swat him away.

"well, here in this li'l town, we don't have any zen gardens but we do have a playground behind the church."

at this point, the schoolhouse has come into view, framed by the aforementioned church. it's got stained-glass windows that glimmer (like your eyes when you laugh) and there are flowers lining the fence (rosy like your cheeks when you blush).

around the back, zoro can spot the essentials of a playground - slide, swings, seesaw, and a carousel that looks like it's seen better days.

"oh, that's... nice."

"thanks for your enthusiasm, baby."

"you know what? you're welcome," he grins.

his sarcasm earns him one of your signature eye rolls, the one that says you're so annoying. and he responds with a devilish smile that says i know, but you love me.

carrying on, you motion towards the playground at the back of the church. "see that carousel? it flung me off this one time and i broke my knee."

he tries to picture a tiny you — baby fat in your cheeks, in a mismatched outfit, holding onto your bloody knee on the concrete. knowing how much of a crybaby you are now, he knows that you were probably bawling when it happened.

he wonders vaguely if you were also cursed with an ugly childhood haircut and snickers at the thought of it. unfortunate hair or not, he's sure of one thing — you must've been the most darling little kid.

"that's terrible," zoro tries not to laugh. "what a shitty thing for a carousel to do."

"right? i was so traumatized, that was the last time i ever rode it."

"should we teach it a lesson?"

the last time you saw zoro teach anybody a lesson, it ended with a bloody nose and a black eye. so it's with much confusion that you turn towards him with a knitted brow.

"what are you on about?"

"the carousel."

"what about it?"

"let's burn it down."

"burn it down," you repeat with an exasperated sigh and a loving smile. "are you crazy?"

he throws an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. instinct has you tucking into him and, enveloped in his warmth and the scent of steel and mint soap, you find shelter in the spot next to his heart.

"crazy for you maybe," he says with a kiss on your head. "you know what could be fun though? we could go full scorched earth and burn the whole playground down."

"as romantic as arson sounds, i don't want to be complicit in your crimes."

"you're dating a pirate. fraternizing with a criminal doesn't exactly make you innocent."

you turn to zoro, looking up at him with your best doe-eyed look and the cutest pout you can muster (he almost kisses you right then and there in the middle of the square).

"but i'm too cute to go to jail."

that much is true, and zoro knows it more than anyone. you're cute when you're shy, cute when you're happy, and cute even when you're mad. in fact, how adorable you are is the one thing that zoro and that stupid cook can agree upon.

but your darling little heart belongs to him and he'll do anything to keep it in his hands - even if it means jail.

"i'd bail you out though," he rests his chin on your head.

"with what money?"

"hmm, good point. can i borrow some money?"

"are you gonna pay me back?"

"of course, i would never go back on my word."

"how good is the word of a dirty pirate though?"

zoro fakes an offended look, "i shower every day."

"mm, even so," you tap a finger against your chin, as if you're in deep consideration of your options. "i'll loan you the money but you'll have to pay interest."

"who's the crook now?" he chuckles. "okay, so what's the damage?"

"10 kisses per day," you declare. "compounding."

"easy. i'll even pay in advance for ya."

and before you can protest, zoro starts peppering every inch of your loveable face with kisses. he kisses you on your forehead and your cheek and your nose and along your jawline, ignoring your squeals and giggles. you couldn't even escape if you wanted too; he has you tight in his embrace, effectively trapped.

"stop!" you laugh. "i don't want your cooties."

"liar," he growls between kisses. "you want me so bad."

his barrage is relentless, lips brushing skin, as he gently edges you towards the corner around the back of the church. you land against the wall with a soft thud, cushioned by zoro's arms that are holding you so dear.

then, you sigh against him — a shy, little moan in the shadows — and, in this spot away from prying eyes, a switch flips inside him.

surely, he's exceeded his hypothetical debt but how could he stop now? not when his lips finally find yours, and his teasing turns into hunger for your cherry sweet kisses. he cages you between his arms, hands against cold stone, bracing himself as he takes more of you and gives more of himself.

"hah- zoro..."

he responds by leaving a trail of sweet nothings as he travels down to your neck, little confessions of love left on your skin. your hands travel up his arms and the way your fingertips kiss his skin leaves him dizzy.

but then, you suddenly break away and look over his shoulder with a quiet gasp and wide eyes. like an experienced fighter, zoro reacts with protective instinct.

"what? what's wrong?" he whips around but all he sees is an empty playground. hand still on his swords, he turns back toward you — only now you have a mischievous sparkle in your eye and a devious smile.

"made ya look," you cackle.

zoro's shoulders relax, but the absence of a real threat doesn't let you off the hook. he rounds on you, chuckling darkly.

"oh, you are so gonna get it."

and then the tickles start.

you squeal and he laughs, and you are both so, so in love. hiding away from the rest of the world, you giggle and kiss like two teenagers making out for the first time. zoro smiles against you as he appreciates the delightful irony of it all.

zoro's a fearsome pirate with a schoolboy crush and a love that leaves him with butterflies that he'll never admit to — but you know it anyway.

just like how you know his tough side, his soft side, his immature and kiddy side that still snickers when nami trips. the fact that you adore him for all these different parts means more to him than you'll ever know.

and whether zoro's a pain in the ass or not, a kid or an old man, 21 or 81 years old, he hopes that the way he feels about you will forever be timeless.

#zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro fluff #zoro fluff #one piece x reader #¡! ❞ [ fics ] #¡! ❞ [ req ] #another drop in the overflowing bucket of zoro fics that spawned post-opla #thank u mackenyu for being everyone's muse #i still love animanga!zoro sm tho ugh baby boy my love

[tempest-toss]

,,, nooooo?

What happened in the dreams suspificly?

I saw a shadowy man. And he said soemghifn scawy.

"There will be blood."

Then I woke up to daddy hugging me, he said i was crying.

#shady person #Luca #Another muse #((mod points for whiever catches the reference))

[10thmusemoon]

Doomed by the narrative.

#Shen Jiu #svsss #10thmusemoon art #muse are you sad about SJ’s ambition and struggles being ultimately futile in the face of the desires of an anonymous audience in another #world again? why yes I am #the moment the forums preferred a one dimensional villain SJ’s fate was sealed!!! it didn’t matter! he doesn’t matter! #I am shaking airplane desperately

[shoot-of-corruption]

can I be evil and pit to bad bitches against each other in ur ask box :3c ?

If I ask u "The other muses"? (u can skip if its not inspiring u tho <3)

((we would have a murder fest if you pitted all my bad bitches against each oth-))

"RIGHT. BECAUSE THERE ARE ACTUALLY SOME OF US, WHO SIMPLY DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR FUNNY STRUCTURAL BORDERS AND LIMITS OF MORTALITY."

The voice echoing through their brain was strangely metallic and left exactly such kind of aftertaste in their mouth and head, as if their thoughts couldn't comprehend the existence of a sound as such.

"HIYA, GREYFACE. I CAN ASSURE YOU, IF YOU PITTED ANYONE AGAINST ME, EXCHANGING THE PLACEMENT OF THEIR FACIAL ORGANS WOULD BE THE LEAST OF THEIR WORRIES. BUT WE COULD ALWAYS COME TO AN AGREEMENT VIA MAKING A DEAL."

((... yeah. that happened.))

#anonymous #ask #breaking the 4th wall #bill cipher #another muse #gravity falls #bill is fun #and very insane

[marronbunnie]

happy birthday jyushi!!! 💜💜💜

#jyushi aimono #hypmic #kerfuffle does an art #here’s to another year of being inspired by him and supporting him! #thank you my muse and my idol…

[merlinoutofcontext]

literally no one asked me this but i think about it a lot. one of the big reasons i love merlin so much is it is one of the only shows i watched growing up where it was seemingly both normal and okay for men to cry. where men are usually disparaged for showing Emotion or their Tears, or called weak when they showcase them, merlin was crying basically every other episode. and he's said to be the most powerful man to walk to earth.

#i truly cannot think of another show from the 2010s where a man would cry as often as merlin or arthur #i'm sure there are other examples tho. #it's not a perfect representation or anything. merlin's still called weak but. it's there. #idk just some musings

[mccoyquialisms]

I love when they do the Glowy Ninja Eye thing in Rise no I cannot explain

#I’m sure there’s more but I got tired of googling #compiling these for my own use #screenshot redraws here I come! #rottmnt #tmnt #I’m having another turtle related spiral rn don’t worry about it #also side note it’s a credit to the designs that I can tell exactly who I’m looking at in the last screenshot #even though none of their usual distinguishing marks or colors are clear #with a quick look #my musings

[ligninn]

"You can come after me as many times as you want. I'll cut you down every time."

#YES ANOTHER teresa one what abt it #she's my muse #my beloved #claymore #teresa #anime poster #poster design #mp