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ruinakete · 4 months
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peony : what would a ‘ happy life ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ?
BOTANICAL HEADCANONS ・ accepting! ( warning for discussion or mentions of pregnancies, childbirth, child neglect / abuse, religious trauma, and bad parenting overall )
there are two answers to this depending on pre-death and post-death Zephia, so i'll answer this question twice, elaborate on both, and compare the expectation between the two, as slight as it might be. the order will be PRE-DEATH → POST-DEATH → COMPARISON. warning for rambling and long paragraphs, too 💕
first off, a "happy life" in PRE-DEATH Zephia's eyes would be pretty basic and concise. she would bear a child by Lord Sombron and heal her loneliness. but that's where it ends. she hadn't thought of anything after gracing a womb with a child, thus, after her child would be born, what then? what would she want after? though this "happy life" would consist of Sombron giving in to her wish, would he not expect her child to become a pawn if she taught them the ways of the Fell Dragon? but if she didn't, if she tried to be a mother like her mother once was, would her child not snap their jaws at the world like it was theirs?
no matter how many children she has, there is no place for the Four Hounds in this happy life. they were temporary in her real conquest and, thus, would be discarded once she was deemed pregnant. after all, her only reason to be Sombron's follower in the first place was for him to realize how good of a mother he could make her, right? there's a question of where she and her child go but for that, she has no answer. whatever it be, it would be nowhere close to a Fell Church. that much was for certain. she saw the treatment they gave children—took part in it, even. but she would be damned if anyone besides herself hurt her child. this, likely, extends to Sombron. she chose him as a father simply because of how absent he is in the lives of his own children so it should be the same for hers. he won't care and her child's entire world will revolve around her.
but, a "happy life" in POST-DEATH Zephia's eyes is more thought-out but less sensical. her conquest of bearing a Lord Sombron's child is still a priority, but she does not know where it stands among the others. because, now, she realizes that she does have other people she cares for. whether she has one child or plenty, the Four Hounds deserve a place at her side, however, she doesn't know where or how that is. would she take them far from the Fell Church? even after its damages have already been done? would she name Griss as the godfather of her child? Mauvier? would she forgive Marni and, in some twisted form of fate, pronounce her the dead godmother? either way, she will have a child ( because, to her, she needs to start over. a clean new slate. a clean new family. ) but where would she go to raise them?
after her death, Zephia doesn't really understand her goals or desires. she's realized that the Four Hounds were the family she wanted, yes, but would they be enough? especially after she had such an influence in all of their fates? what's to say that Griss would even be a good godfather? and if he isn't, what would she do? it isn't his fault that he's the way he is as much as it's her fault for encouraging his desires. would she discard him from the new life or would she see her child as the problem?
now for the COMPARISON. let it be known that imagining Xephia with a child is a dangerous game, as her own traumas are only repressed, not healed, and putting a child under her care would only prove how inept she is at motherhood. she wasn't made or taught how to properly love someone and her definition of parenthood is a transaction of obligation from the child for being born so... yeah.
pre-death Zephia is selfish whereas post-death Zephia is not as blind to her prior desires. this has nothing to do with Sombron, unfortunately, as she still wants to have his child. that will not change. for over a thousand years, that was her goal and, likely, will not change until a thousand more years of self-introspection occur. however, post-death Zephia does now see the Four Hounds as a family, though her understanding of this doesn't reflect that. she doesn't fully recognize the impact Griss, Mauvier, and Marni had on her conscious. so while she definitely imagines them being a part of a "happy life", in comparison to pre-death Zephia who will not think of them as anything beyond what they are, i don't think she knows what or where they'll be. because, after all, Marni's death was by her hands and Mauvier is nowhere to be found.
it's simple to assume that a "happy life" in Zephia's eyes would be something cruel and purposefully full of malice ( ex. founding a Fell Church of her own, or another faction of followers, or reviving Sombron completely ) but the only goal in life that she can remember having is to bear a child and live a life of fullness with them. the specifics aren't and were never thought out fully.
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rexerrat · 1 year
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@psychiatriae
{ 👑 } THE LIAR WANTS NOTHING MORE THAN to keep his deep and dark secrets to himself, to refuse to utter a word that may deem him IMPLICIT to a soft heart. Yet, it is difficult, so very difficult when he's all but forced to reveal hard inner truths. The flowers don't hurt, but they irritate. Branding him a liar, a mistrustful man. Why, that technically isn't nothing NEW, but … well …
TO SEE NABOR AGAIN IS A relief in more ways than one.
❝NABBIE! YOU! WHAT THE HELL? SHOWING up on my doorstep like … like … ❞ Petals spew from within his sleeves as he clings to his companion. Arms move, gripping tight in a hug. ❝Big idiot - strong - handsome lug -- Gods, I was so FUCKING worried about you, you know that? I … ❞ A single tear is brushed away upon his sleeve as he watches thelast of his flowers fall. ❝I missed you more than anything.❞
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ruinedbycatastrophe · 7 months
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this is an official shipping call! like this if you are okay with any of the following; plotting out ships ( crossovers & canonxoc welcome! ), sending you ship/flirty/ns.f.w memes, tagging you in random starters/edits and whatever have you.
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leagueofdccm · 3 hours
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LIKED FOR AN EDIT BETWEEN OUR MUSES : @twiicetheheart
SOLDIER BOY & MICHELLE EDIT : Pieces by Rob Thomas
Run away, run away if you can't speak Turn a page on a world that you don't need Wide awake and you're scared that you won't come down now
Didn't I tell you you were gonna break down Didn't I warn you, didn't I warn you Better take it easy, try to find a way out Better start believing in yourself
We build it up, we tear it down We leave our pieces on the ground We see no end, we don't know how We are lost and we're falling Hold onto me You're all I have, all I have Hold onto me You're all I have, all I have
Now and then there's a light in the darkness Feel around 'til you find where your heart went There's a weight in the air but you can't see why, why
Didn't I tell you you were gonna break down Didn't I want you, everybody wants you Tell me what you're needing, give into your bleeding Never any feeling for yourself
We build it up, we tear it down We leave our pieces on the ground We see no end, we don't know how We are lost and we're falling Hold onto me You're all I have, all I have Hold onto me You're all I have, all I have
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collidingxworlds · 8 months
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𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒
Abigail Hobbs, Number Five, Sam Adams, Anthony J. Crowley, Will Graham, Jim Moriarty, Gabriel Shurley, Will Byers, Brian Moser, Sebastian Moran
tagged by: @hvbris (( thank you x3 )) tagging: @kingofthewebxxx @waywardfeathered @smokedanced @magaprima @rapxir @elisethetraveller @batteredoptimist @the-perfect-scientist & whoever wants to steal it !
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doomxdriven · 3 months
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//hello there would you like something from jin?? Like this.
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anthcs · 10 months
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[[ SEMI HIATUS UPDATE!
things are…as okay as expected, I think. it was hard on the birthdays following the death of the loved one. I actually was traveling for a bit since my family thought that the vacation would be good — and in some ways, it was! but…in other ways, the loss still doesn’t entirely feel real, if I’m honest.
after returning home though, I received the good news I’ve finally been approved by my doctors to try a medicine that is supposed to help with my excessive daytime sleepiness. 🥱 and I have an interview for a new but likely to be boring job (compared to the mentally and emotionally and physically draining jobs from before, not to belittle it) at a local clothing store.
I would love to get back into the swing of plotting and writing, since I’m cautiously hopeful about the new medicine, but I have a massive migraine headache right now…so I’ll give an offer instead.
feel free to give this post a like/comment if you’re interested, and tomorrow (assuming I’m migraine free) I’ll either IM you here/Discord to either plot, find out which threads can be continued/have interest in being continued, and/or introduce some new developments I’ve thought about for Katie/introduce Colton or the multi muses…or if you really want to just get the ball rolling, I can write a short starter (most likely either lyric or dialogue based, pulled from the muses’ sources). 💙 ]]
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mystiika · 5 months
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i've been a lil busy the last few days but i saw this thirst trap of a wrestler that made me think of warren immediately & now i want to make him au where he's a professional wrestler
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ruinakete · 5 months
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aloe : how does your muse handle grief ?
BOTANICAL HEADCANONS ・ accepting! ( asked also by @sublimeflowoftime and @enarmor! ) ( brief warning for very small suicide attempt mention in second paragraph )
though i want to say her reaction would be extreme, it actually isn't. in fact, it's the opposite? her handle on grief, reaction-wise, is quite calculated despite the immediate dissociation as if her heart doesn't fully understand that she's supposed to be grieving.
likewise, the only times i can remember Zephia being forced to grieve, with her whole heart, is after the destruction of her village and before Griss' death ( as she had bled out before he did ). her instinct in light of both incidents was to take back control; younger her immediately tried to destroy her Dragonstone and, to an extent, herself instead of idly carrying or being the cause of her parents' deaths while pre-death her used the rest of her magic to create a crystal for Alear, more to spite Sombron than to help Alear despite it doing just that and her words insinuating the latter.
so, in a way, it could be argued that Zephia doesn't really acknowledge grief properly until a loooong time passes. her first instinct will always be to regain the control she lost from "grieving" in the first place. and by not recognizing grief as an actual emotion until centuries pass, she tends to forget exactly what brought the grief upon her in the first place. and that kind of just... ruins the whole healing process. it's like a continuous cycle.
I wish I could give a more elaborate answer but Zephia, at her core, is a person who doesn't waste much time on the human aspects that make her, her. that's just not who she is or who she was raised to be; both by her tribe and Sombron.
for example, instead of actually being sad about Marni's betrayal ( which I can confidently say had an impact on her, no matter if the said impact was big or not ), she immediately killed the hound instead of wasting time to wonder what drove Marni to act the way she did. while that was cruel and Zephia's uncaring comments on it were heartless, I truly believe that it was her form of grieving. taking back the control she loses is the only comfort she deems necessary to helping her feel better.
however, another factor might just be that she didn't really care that much for Marni at that time since she had yet to realize the dynamic they had was what she had wanted all along. so, to Zephia of the past and present, that incident wouldn't even be counted as something to grieve over. but there is no doubt that she does care about her.
anywho, my last note on this is to reiterate that grief likely isn't an emotion she's been subjected to a lot, which, in her thousands of years alive, wouldn't make her as responsive or familiar with it.
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rexerrat · 1 year
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@scirephysica  / s.c.
{ 👑 } HE MAY INSIST TILL HE'S BLUE in the face that he doesn't care about others, much less the annoying pile of bones who calls himself 'Gaster', but he still finds himself taking notice of changes. There's more flowers out and about, blue ones, just like how the monster likes them. But these look … DIFFERENT from the mimicking, echoing ones - enough for him to stare right into the abyss. Is it his imagination, or does the abyss stare back? Nose crinkles up as he turns around to meet Gaster's gaze.
❝WHAT? YA GOT NEW FLOWERS … IT'S been years since ya did.❞ His nose wrinkles. When have I been so free in my tongue wagging? He doesn't think that he'd normally admit that … Must be the holiday season. Making me SOFT. Gangrel snorts. ❝Or, well, I think so, anyway.❞
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ruinedbycatastrophe · 5 months
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it’s that time again!!! like this for me to through your meme and send you some. remember to HAVE LIKED THIS if it’s okay to send you flirty/shippy/nsfw memes!!
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kemuele · 10 months
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Forests will forever enrapture the archangel's curiosity. The way they can tower over people, blanket them in their canopies and leaves, rekindles a fondness in his heart from long ago. While his heart will continue to guard and protect the northwest, there is something to be had for the eastern states' own.
His visit isn't for the trees this time. Kemuel slips his hands in his pockets, shaking his head as he takes in the southern sun basking the town in its heat. Normally he'd enjoy bathing in the light, but Kentucky's humidity leaves him less than pleased. Eyes shift from the mirage forming down the street to the strangers passing by. All seems well except--
"Excuse me," he says, clearing his throat to a young woman, dark hair. "it is too hot to be wearing a jacket, is it not?" As if in demonstration, he nods to his own since folded over his forearm. Peculiar; are you trying to fit in or run away? Thoughts are kept to himself, but Kemuel's polite mannerisms keep him in place for an answer. She's not like the others, so why is she here?
@ofgilmore
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familylightfox · 1 year
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Late Night Soak in the Hot Spring
Just a little Valentine’s piece. Sometimes I just enjoy being able to step out of my comfort zone and try something new. It’s not often that I get to draw slightly larger style characters so I took full advantage of this.  Just... Don’t ask to see the layers. 
Free to Reblog/Do NOT Repost
Kounosuke is written by the amazing D Bear over at @gonnachasethestars Volt belongs to me
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collidingxworlds · 5 months
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CHARACTER STATS
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name : Sebastian Moran
nicknames : Second Most Dangerous Man in London, Colonel, Basher, Tiger, Seb, Sebby (by Jim)
age : 30-40 / verse dependent8
birthdate : November 30th
species : human / verse dependant
gender : male
preferred pronouns : he/ him
eye colour : light bluee
hair colour : dirty blond
body build : tall, very fit, evident muscular definition. Wide shoulders, strong arms and legs.
height: 1.90 m / 6’2
romantic orientation : demiromantic
sexual orientation : pansexual
parents : Eveline Duncan (mother, deceased), Augustus Moran (father, deceased)
siblings : Maeve Moran (younger sister, deceased)
significant others : none / verse dependent
Tagged by: @kingofthewebxxx [[ thank you !! ]] Tagging: Steal it !
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doomxdriven · 8 months
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the red, it filters through.
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sageospirit · 11 months
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A miracle. It was a miracle, she could describe it no better. Never did Mineru imagine that she would be standing next to her once more. It was supposed to be irreversible, a fate worse than death, but...
Ghostly hands grasps at Zelda's, her eyes observing. The sharp claws, the scales that littered her body, her distinct eyes―they were all proof of her sacrifice of self. And yet, despite all odds, she was here, in front of her, roaming the skies of Hyrule no longer.
“Is it truly…” She whispers, only to trail off, left speechless. Oh, how Mineru had so many questions, yet no words leave her mouth. They stand in silence, in awe, at her return.
for @princessofsacredlight / ♥
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