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OFBURNINGSOULS: an independent multimuse.
As written & interpreted by Olivia.
Rules, muselist.
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OFBURNINGSOULS: an independent multimuse.
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OFBURNINGSOULS: an independent multimuse.
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OFBURNINGSOULS: an independent multimuse.
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OFBURNINGSOULS: an independent multimuse.
As written & interpreted by Olivia.
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A year ago today, we lost Billy Kametz.
During one of the worst years I've endured, Promare helped distract me. Galo, to this day, persists as my favorite character in all of media, and an endless source of joy for me.
Takuto Maruki, one of the roles Billy voiced, was a huge factor in me seeking some means of mental assistance. Had I not gotten that final push, I might haven't at all, and forever dealt with life always being... meh.
I wish I'd gotten to meet him - but I'm thankful for the days in which him helped me, without his knowledge. Billy's performances are inspirations for those wishing to pursue VA work and those who aren't, and forever he will be remembered as the talented, kind, irreplaceable soul that he was.
Not a day has gone by in which he hasn't been trending on Behind the Voice Actors.
No matter how much time passes, he will be loved and remembered all the same.
Thank you, Billy. Rest easy. 💙
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I'm gonna take a break for awhile. Don't know for how long, maybe a week or two, but to be honest, I just... don't feel like writing. Many apologies. I'll update if I take longer than planned.
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#musings‚ galo.#musings‚ kanji.#musings‚ kaito.#musings‚ damien.#[casually adds half of my muselist.]#[Galo wouldn't tell anyone to leave him alone though.]
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squints.
“What's with all this Y2K bullshit?”
#ic‚ kanji.#I dunno' either Kanji.#[In his game it's 2011; so... anyone saying it's 2023 would be jarring to him.]
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They were always the last to leave. Kanji supposed it to be due to their lonesome natures; entering the group hadn't fragmented their shells in their entirety, just enough to make 'em wiggle out, explore the world a little more. The reality of the situation didn't lessen the tension clutching his gut, mind you — in all fairness though, Kanji'd only relaxed around Yu, Chie. Everyone else was too... and he was too... which meant Naoto was too, too.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Kanji plopped down on the concrete step of his ma's textile shop, looking anywhere but at Naoto. He had to say something, right? -- Even he, after his experience with a Palace for the first time, got some motivational words. If he can be lent that mercy, he can let someone else borrow it for a change, too. ... Still, the depths in which these chambers resided were intense, and Naoto's was no exception. He sniffs, ducks his head a bit, and clears his throat too loudly to be considered 'subtle.'
“... Hey, You doin' okay, after all that?” Kanji strains his ears, listening for his mother's footsteps, though they never shuffle into the scene. “I know it's uh, a lot. Probably worse after that crazy shit you pulled, so, I can um. Walk you home, or somethin'.”
@fatexbound // starter!
#Instead of Crush Awkwardness he's enduring Socializing With People Awkwardness [tm]. Befalls the best of us.#I hope you don't mind! Let me know if you'd like something different. c: I wanted to go for a kinda' neutral setting-#that had some story tossed in to maaaybe make it a 'lil more exciting. Maybe. Cough cough cough cough-#Thank you! For liking my starter! :D <3#ic‚ kanji.
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Since Tumblr has made it even more difficult for your followers to get to the original source post, reblog this to let your followers know you're okay with them reblogging from you.
#I think I have this in my rules already -- but absolutely feel free! I don't mind.#specific ooc tag.
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“Seems you're not as good at dodging as you've led me to believe.”
Snipping the gauze, Tighnari set about cleaning his makeshift work-station... that is, the floor of his cottage. Blood smeared 'cross his floors, scraps of threading tangled in his fur (admittedly due to his own haphazard means of tossing out wasted and/or useless equipment), cotton swabs soaked in alcohol stick to one another to form a rather impressive pile... whilst not the resident doctor, Tighnari could cleanse and stitch up a minor wound.
Given its proximity to major systems, however, it very nearly wasn't minor.
Tossing out the remainder, Tighnari pulled his fingers free of his ruined gloves, placing them upon his windowsill for later washing; the life of a botanist oft didn't require the means to scrub blood out of fabric, but with a close friend climbing rank upon rank... well, it was another trick for him to tuck within his sleeve for later usage.
“Next time, warn me before you try to bleed out in my kitchen,” loving tones were laced within his dripping sarcasm, Tighnari returning to his side hastily. “Here, up. The floor won't do your body any good. While the addition of comfort won't aid the healing process, it, at the very least, makes it not feel so long.”
@captivemuses // starter!
#ic‚ tighnari.#captivemuses#This is for the angst you sent me earlier. >:[[#But thank you for liking!! I hope this is okay. c:
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“What kinda' loser hangs around cemeteries?”
Displeasure curdled his expression. The fuel-brimmed canister clinked with every slight twitch of his wrist, his motives known to any soul privy to the receipt in his pocket — neighbored to tinier items Damien could sneak out without having to finish out his wallet. Not decked-out in glamour, Damien had little choice but to obey at least one rule his dads set, even if that meant not gaining a criminal record on the upperside of existence.
Whether Damien was aware that he, too, was in this circle of losers went unspoken, his perfection of seeming both bothered and unbothered in full display as he propped his foot atop a slanted gravestone, peering down at his nails. Humans weren't worth the time spent getting to know 'em, their hourglasses running out before anything worthwhile could begin... so, if she just so happened to be caught in the wreckage he sought to fabricate, then.
Oh well.
“This's where the freaks and creeps hang around. You here to steal a body, or disrespect somebody's grandmother?”
@jocundcompany // starter!
#jocundcompany#ic‚ damien.#I'm sorry for him. But also thank you so much for liking!!#I've wanted to write with Dani for SO LONG ;A;
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I need to get my creative juices flowing again, so this is a starter call! Please like this for a starter of varying size. Please specify which muse you want from me, and please specify your muse too!
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@iiguess sent in this...
“why do you have teddie's measurements...” aJDHDJD
for Kanji Tatsumi.
“Phecuz he browther'd me' to mahek hem a,” puh, and his discarded needle clinks against the floor. “Dress for a competition one time. Kept saying Junes didn't have nothing he liked, so he wouldn't stop bugging the crap outta' me 'till I made him somethin' he liked.”
Making a full-scale dress for a platonic wedding was stupid, but Kanji never claimed himself to be smart. Gave him good practice, gave him something to do, and he had yet to throw away the scrap he had scribbled Teddie's measurements onto, so: why not. More elaborate than the baby blue ensemble he had wore before, the mannequin donned lacy sleeves, a half-finished hemline, and a complementary bodice. It wasn't fancy by any means, but if Kanji had to make a dress for this sorta' occasion, he wasn't going to half-ass it.
“Been wanting to make something for Nanako, but I ain't got much practice with dresses, so... Teddie's kinda' helped me with that, in his own weird way,” stepping away from his yet completed project, Kanji awkwardly pulls out three, five square sheets of fabric, all varying in color: some plain, some embedded with hand-knitted rose petals, others hearts, one with a pattern of panda bears. “I don't wanna' spoil the surprise for her, but... I'm not a girl, either. So. Uhh... do you think... she'd like... any of these? If - I was makin' something for you, I mean. What'd you pick?”
#I REMEMBER WHERE THIS WAS FROM BUT I ALSO DON'T A A A A A A A AA A#But he may be hinting at something here. Wink wink nudge.#Thank you so much for thiisss!! <333#iiguess#asks‚ kanji.#Don't let him fool you. He's happy Teddie wears the designs he makes.
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“??? What's not what?
Ooooohh, I'm gettin' that mixed up with stirred, right?! Makes more sense for a milkshake to be shaken instead of stirred, though.”
"Honey... No... That's not... No." Spades is struggling.
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@mercyburned sent in this prompt...
“i’m not really the advice type, but i am damn good at coming up with distractions to forget the bullshit for a while.” / Tartaglia
for Yoimiya Naganohara.
“That explains why you're in Inazuma, then! Not to brag, but we've known for our array of distractions! ... And the fact that our borders were closed until recently, but I like to focus on the good things.”
Swiping each and every kid away for the day meant that, once the sky grew dim, they were granted their own means of vacation. From one topic to another, their words flit back and forth, never a moment too silent — the Traveler's warnings long forgotten. The grass swayed beneath their feet, birds sang into the night, the sky alit with stars... it felt more like the pair had been long time friends, only now reunited. If there was discomfort, Yoimiya hadn't sensed it; though the word Fatui hangs heavy in Inazuma, Childe was weightless.
Traveling housed its own set of difficulties. So, when given the perfect opportunity to ask for some tips and tricks, how could Yoimiya resist the temptation?!
“So... say I ~ decided to hop on a surprise boat to Snezhnaya! My first go-to is gonna' be... distractions, right? I've heard it's super-super-super-super cold, there. Distraction number one! Find someplace warm,” thoughtfully, her finger cupped her chin. “Aaaaand... get distracted by the scenery outside! Which shouldn't be hard for a number of reasons, but Inazuma doesn't really get much for snow. Sooo, distraction number two! Make a snow angel!”
Excitement fueled her words, her every step a hop, her every gesture broad! In a turn, Yoimiya faced the adventurer, still mindlessly walking forth -- what, she knew Inazuma like the back of her hand!
“What was your first distraction? I know we kinda' roped you in on that whole Great Mujina Youkai hunt thing, sorry about that, but - before you came across us!”
#asks‚ yoimiya.#mercyburned#Not pictured: Yoimiya tripping on three or four branches.#Thank you so much for sending this in!! <3 I hope you don't mind me bringing back this event; I loved it.#Nothing beat seeing Childe randomly in the forest and being like 'WHAT'
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