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ceescedasticity · 4 months

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Anyway a couple other crossover classpect selections I have with no attached scenario—

Fire Emblem 3 Houses. I actually feel pretty clever about this, because to start with

Byleth: Lord of Space (Prospit) Sothis : Muse of Time (Derse)

and then other rosters which don't include Space or Time players — the session Byleth joins is the one that will succeed. The other sessions are

Claude: Heir of Breath (D) Hilda: Maid of Rage (D) Lorenz: Prince of Blood (P) Leonie: Witch of Hope (P) Lysithea: Mage of Doom (D) Raphael: Page of Light (P) Ignatz: Rogue of Life (P) Marianne: Sylph of Void (D)

Dimitri: Heir of Blood (P) Felix: Seer of Breath (D) Sylvain: Bard of Mind (D) Ingrid: Maid of Heart (P) Annette: Mage of Light (D) Mercedes: Witch of Hope (D) Dedue: Rogue of Rage (P) Ashe: Knight of Void (P)

Edelgard: Witch of Rage (D) Hubert: Thief of Life (D) Ferdinand: Page of Blood (P) Dorothea: Rogue of Mind (D) Bernadetta: Sylph of Void (P) Caspar: Knight of Heart (P) Linhardt: Mage of Breath (D) Petra: Maid of Hope (P)

Cyril: Page of Blood (P) Yuri: Prince of Mind (D) Constance: Maid of Doom (D) Hapi: Witch of Breath (D) Balthus : Heir of Heart (P) Flayn : Sylph of Life (P)

Fire Emblem Fates because why not (Hoshido+Corrin are Prospit, Nohr+Azura are Derse):

Corrin: Witch of Life Azura: Rogue of Doom Xander: Prince of Time Ryoma: Bard of Space Camilla: Maid of Mind Hinoka: Seer of Blood Leo: Mage of Void Takumi: Knight of Heart Elise: Page of Breath Sakura: Sylph of Light

Fire Emblem Tellius with a roster I'm not 100% happy with (and haven't picked moons for)

Ike: Rogue of Heart Soren: Thief of Doom [or Mage. Mage works fine, I'd kind of prefer Mage, but Thief may be better — he certainly fits the "asshole with talent" description] Mist: Sylph of Life Micaiah: Seer of Hope Leanne: Witch of Space Elincia: Knight of Mind Sothe: Heir of Light Kurthnaga: Bard of Time Lethe: Maid of Rage Pelleas: Page of Blood

Ummmmmm FFXIV Scions:

Alphinaud: Heir of Space (P) Alisaie: Rogue of Time (D) Y'shtola: Witch of Light (D) Thancred: Mage of Void (D) Urianger: Page of Life (P) Tataru: Sylph of Mind (D) Krile: Seer of Heart (P) G'raha: Knight of Hope (P) Estinien: Prince of Doom (D) Lyse: Maid of Breath (P)

Owl House:

Luz: Witch of Hope (D) Amity: Seer of Heart (P) Willow: Maid of Rage (P) Gus: Rogue of Light (P) Hunter: Heir of Void (D) Collector: Bard of Life (D) King: Knight of Blood (P) Vee: Sylph of Breath (D)

Yu-gi-oh (first half Prospit, second half Derse):

Yuugi: Rogue of Space Anzu : Maid of Breath Jounouchi: Knight of Hope Honda: Sylph of Void Otogi: Heir of Blood Ryou: Page of Doom Malik: Bard of Heart Kaiba: Seer of Life Atem : Prince of Time Thief King: Thief of Rage

Tower of God with a roster I'm not 100% happy with and haven't picked moons for:

Bam: Lord of Life Khun: Mage of Time Rak: Bard of Breath Shibisu: Rogue of Mind Hatz: Knight of Light Anaak: Prince of Doom Endorsi: Maid of Heart Wangnan: Heir of Space Yihwa: Witch of Rage Hwaryun: Sylph of Void Miseng: Page of Blood

so. yeah. character-study sudoku.

#crossover classpect #crossover classpects #things i'm not writing

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musicdramalove · 4 years

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Thanks for tagging me @ohbabycupcakes, @kindaanartblog, and @hherru!

Rules: go here and make yourself a witch!

l’m tagging: @romanceismycallingcard, @yihwas, @i-need-fandoms-in-my-life, @meandmystuffs, @pfight-s, and everyone else who wants to do it!

#tags #picrew

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mythvoiced · 1 month

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@r4bidog | ♥

Yihwa doesn't spend a lot of time inside... proper houses. There are safe havens here and there more than anything else. The places of the people who crawl up her mountain and then die to become another soul trapped in her spirit-retaining collection of plants.

They don't last long because she doesn't pay the bills.

But they're useful, for a squatter like her, when she needs this, or that, and the city.

They're not supposed to be disrupted by lost dogs.

Granted, Yihwa wouldn't even care. He can mind his business. She will mind hers. But she's had a bad day and he reeks, he fucking reeks.

She's at the fridge in two steps, slamming her hand onto the door to shut it again. She hasn't been graced by height, but she makes up for the lack of altitude by stepping onto her tip-toes and directly into his face. Her hair cascades.

"You are ruining the air," it's her plants, it's her souls, "and I don't like you. You talk too much. Nonsense, nonetheless."

#r4bidog #the witch;yihwa #wait WAIT THAT'S SO FAIR OF HIM THO DAMN ME HE'S ME--#nassy my beloved i am but a goof but i will do anything and come up with anything for you--#;queue

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mythvoiced · 2 months

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@riiese | ♥

Losing the forest for the trees. The eerie silence could be caused by her, sure, but Yihwa is so good at convincing herself of whatever it is she needs, wants to believe: if she believes the odd atmosphere to be prove that she's right, then she'll believe it until bled to believe otherwise.

It's what got her this far, unwashed black hair entangled in leaves she only occasionally removes from where she'd crawled and climbed, nails that don't grow these days because she breaks them off too fast to allow them the chance, callouses on soles and palms that make her skin near impenetrable.

She'll find what she's looking for.

The silence could prove an ally in that.

She stops.

Can't see the forest for the trees. Eerie silence. And air, moving... methodically, in a pattern, in a sort of rhythm, flat as if whatever was causing it was trying to not be noticed.

The forest for the trees.

Those trunks look weird.

"I know you're here," she repeats, quieter this time. "You can come out and show yourself or I can make you."

#riiese #the witch;yihwa #I'M SO SORRY INGVAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#gosh but also far too excited HEHEHE~ hope this works let me know if you need anything changed >:3 #hope that part insinuating ingvar breathing makes sense? =.= lmk >:33 #;queue

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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@tewwor | “oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.” ( yihwa / haneul ) more random dialogue prompts

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“Of course not.”

There’s bite somewhere in there, sort of concealed by a lack of interest to put the required energy into it. She’s not angry enough, basically, to spit into their face. Had she been, she probably would have tried her luck at spinning around and slicing what was left to take off their face.

Luckily - although, for who is up to debate - Yihwa’s boning knife hangs at her side. She keeps twisting it in her palm though, absentmindedly, round and round and round her skin grazes along the leathery grip.

The smell of decaying flesh and drying blood is strong enough to cling to the walls, having seeped into the wooden table that seems to be the only occupant of this part of the hut, thirsted after by the many cracks in the old floor. The window is empty of glass, the ceiling is devoid of light.

It’s empty and rotten.

“So,” she turns to face her ‘guest’. “Do you sense it? I know you can smell what happens in here. But can you sense what else I do? What I actually do?”

She starts tapping the knife’s blade against her thigh. “I store souls. They’re not for sale. But I can sell the rest. I can arrange readings out of bones and provide ingredients others might not be willing to hunt for. Hearts, livers.”

She tilts her head to the side. Her eyes are dark enough to have swallowed her pupils, the skin along her features is strapped to her as if she’s forcing it on, she never smiles. “See what I mean? A death is never wasted. These people here wasted life, but they can be useful in death. I can make them useful in death.”

#tewwor #the witch;yihwa #gore cw #me pulling up yihwa as if she was a card in a card game: alright girl whatcha got to offer today #apparently only darkness and pain????#i'm not sure why she's dragging haneul into this my first thought was hmm the vanishing inn huh?#yeah that sounds like something yihwa would do horrible things to get into but-- and yknow then this #gods lmk if this was ridiculous i'll scrap it omg #;answered

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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@jeoseungsaja | "I already made my decision, you're not going to change that." (Saja and Yihwa? 👀) 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS

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She doesn’t even realise the irony of her situation: how much easier it is to chase after him now that she’s in this state.

When he wears his hat, no one can see him. And she? She’s invisible to the eyes of all being safe those like him, those dirty fucking bastards with their cold greasy fingers and that rotten core of theirs, the disgusting filth between bones and soul that makes them who they are, fucking sinners, the lot of them.

The both of them.

The irony lies in how it is the situation she is fighting against that facilitates her fighting at all.

She’s never held particular interest towards the opinion of humans, of civilisations, if everybody around her dropped dead at the first glance taken in her direction, more power to her, right? But this, this is a whole new level of freedom, that elicits shrill shrieks of displeasure and low hissed growls of hatred every time she walks face first into it, the way no one can see her and no one can hear her and she fades through every body that blocks her path, as she slams her soles down the cement of the pavement she’s chasing the grim reaper down on.

He walks as if this is the usual for him, who is he, to be this comfortable in his existence, in the way the world works and reacts around him, him and his stupid fucking hat and the way he seems to bury his hands in his armpits at the first sign of approaching life, someone like that is supposed to be the end of her?

Something like that? That fucking guy?

Someone walks out of a restaurant and right through her.

She’d almost made it to him, all through her stumbling, and his knowing this city better than she’d ever bothered to get to know it. Her world is Taebaeksan, why would she care for the streets of Seoul, huh? So what if she’d gotten lost more times than she cared to count, she won’t memorise these goddamn roads if he forced her to, he could drag her face across the traffic shields and she’d just turn around and spit directly into his face.

But this, this shoves her back, she stumbles even though neither she nor the stranger that had walked right through her can feel the motion as it takes place, they just move on into their perfect life, whatever the fuck that may entail, and she just continues to walk on this side of existence, bare-foot and looking like the corpse she’d left behind.

Who was it?

Who’d killed her?

She hadn’t looked.

In-ha? Came back to finish the job? Fucking bitch. That detective kid? Who? Who the fuck would that be?

She’s stood still for too long, someone else just crosses right through her, smiling, laughing into whatever phone call they’re having, stupid and meaningless and an absolute waste of air.

She screams, straight into the air, blood-curling, and enraged, frustrated and beyond what the best paid therapist could recover, there is nothing to be found in a breakdown like this, unless an actual trained professional steps up. But would there be, to try and get through to the madness clouding the mind of a woman who kills and steals souls to augment her own life energy, who sucks humans dry of their essence and then swallows it whole as if she’d been a nine-tailed fox in a past life?

She whips around, she can still see him, he’s not that far, she can rush, she can walk right through all of these people, and their useless fleeting lives, she runs through them, barricades knowing she won’t meet any resistance and doesn’t stop next to him, no, she whips around him, slams herself into his chest, shoves as strongly as she can, but how strong can she even hope to?

In this state, all that’s left in her is… her.

And that kid.

And his special little drop of soul within her.

It had been an unparalleled success: all the souls of the deceased she’d hold within her, they’d run out one day, energy is energy, and if it isn’t held within a container that regenerates it, it runs out. So it fades away and leaves her depleted once more.

But his soul, oh no, it’s still attached. And the charger continues to charge.

“What do you want, huh?” She can do this all day, she’s thought this before. Can he see it? Can he see her? Does he know what she’s willing to do? Her hands clamp down on his forearms, a dead death-grip, leverage to pull herself closer.

“I’ll give you anything you want, anything. There must be something you want, right? You’re not human anymore but you basically all act like you are, anyway. I’ve seen the way grim reapers live like humans and you almost smell like them too,” she doesn’t realise it, no, the irony of being able to stand here without a shiver running down her bare arms, without the cold seeping in through her non-existent skin, through soles and whatever would peek out under the excessive movements of her lacking body.

“You reek of human desires, so what do you desire? I’ll give you anything, I’ll give you my body if you want. I’ll give you someone else’s body, do you want someone dead? Or, or do you want someone to live? I can trick the Gods for you if you want, anything,” she leans in, whispers as closely into his face as she can go without going cross-eyed, because she needs to see his face, needs to see his eyes, the smallest hesitation, the smallest hint of a weakness, the tiniest possibilities of her finding the right button to press.

“Do you want to… remember who you are?” She breathes it into the space between them, focused on his eyes as if she’s trying to read the formula that put them together, see the sin within them.

“I know you can’t. I’ve overheard you reapers talk, I know how you work, what you are. I can help you. I can figure it out for you, I am very resourceful. What do you say? Huh? Wouldn’t you like to know why you’re the way that you are? What you did wrong?”

#jeoseungsaja #the witch;yihwa #OH THE WAY I AM SCREAMING ABOUT THIS ONE WHEN I SAW THAT YOU SENT IN ONE FOR SAJA @ YIHWA I FELL OFF MY LIFE #STRAIGHT OFF THE UNIVERSE'S AXIS BECAUSE??? IDK BECAUSE THIS PLOT IS SO INTERESTING AND ALL OUR PLOTS MAKE ME SCREAM #AND THIS ONE IN A VERY PARTICULAR DIFFERENT WAY BECAUSE IT'S SO?? LIKE??? the way they just DON'T LIKE each other #AND THE CIRCUMSTANCES AND HOW??? LIKE??? THE GENRE IS SO DIFFERENT AND I JUST ADORE THAT I GET TO WRITE #SO MANY DIFFERENT DYNAMICS WITH YOU AND EXPLORE SO MANY DIFFERENT GENRES LIKE?? I LOVE SAJA IN SAJA MODE SO FRRICKING MUCH #AND YIHWA?? ACTING LIKE THIS??? I'VE NEVER GOTTEN TO WRITE SOMETHING LIKE THIS BEFORE I'M SO EXCITED #BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's quite heavy on the Yihwa all in Saja's face SO IF THAT OR LITERAL ANY OTHER ASPECT OF THIS REPLY #IS SOURCE OF DISCOMFORT OR JUST NOT OKAY OR ANYTHING AT ALL I'LL CHANGE IT SO FRICKING FAST THE FLASH WISHES #HE HAD WHAT I HAVE-- ANYWAYS YESH SO PLS DO LMK AND THANK YOU SO SO SO FRICKING MUCH AND I'M!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#SOMETIMES!!! i don't add gifs because i don't have any of the right intensitY SO PLS FORGIVE THE LACK FDKHGJJKLHFG #;queue

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mythvoiced · 3 years

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@jeoseungsaja | ‘you’re dead.’ (wiLD CARD if you wanna write someone in specific uwu) STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE MEME

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“No.”

It’s something between a hiss, a spit, perhaps a growl.

Yihwa sits on the ground, and the ground doesn’t feel like anything. Leaves beneath her don’t taint her palms with soil, the wind doesn’t brush long pitch-black hair falling over her shoulders and fighting for space in front of her equally dark eyes. Forest bugs hush past her without a moment’s care, a bird sits down on a moss covered log, uncaring of the soul it can no longer see.

And behind her, if she were to turn her head just slightly, it wouldn’t even take the craning of her neck, or much more than a side-glance, for her to see a pair of stretched out legs.

But no.

It doesn’t matter.

None of it.

The gods themselves can descend onto this Earth, they can call the devil and have him errupt from his firey pits, they can throw her before Fates or Norns, it doesn’t matter.

Whatever the pale, black-clad figure is stating before her - and isn’t his form familiar, isn’t it telling, isn’t she already aware of who he is, what he is - is wrong.

“I’m not. I’m not dead. I can’t die. I won’t die. And you can’t take me with you.” It’s odd how the body continues to exhibit habits it is no longer required to fulfill, like the way her snarling lips - pulled back and taut onto teeth that wish to have the sharpness needed to impress, to fend off like a wounded animal - seem to push out agitated breaths. But the human body is also always known for being a tad too evident in its state, even when the circumstances don’t work in the favour of such honesty.

#jeoseungsaja #the witch;yihwa #SO I HOPE THIS IS OKAY? BOTH TEXT AND CHOICE? ;WWWWW;#I WAS KIND OF EXCITED AT THIS IDEA BECAUSE because you know what if this is what if thIS IS YKNOW LIKE?#a flashforward of what is going on with Saja and Chulsoo?#but happening at the same time #as if it was a show where we constantly cut back and forth between events that lead up and events that followed #it sounds almost artistic <.< IDK I WAS JUST? IDK #SO PLEASE DO LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS OKAY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR #SENDING ME ASKS AND FOR SENDING ME WILD CARDS LIKE THESE AND BEING INTERESTED IN MY MUSES AND JUST #THANK YOU SO MUCH AND THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO WRITE SO MUCH WITH YOU AND SAJA #;queue

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