FATELCVED: a private and selective oc multimuse with original lore, studying the burden of being chosen, those who fight against all odds, and the duality of our gods and monsters; features RIN WILLOWIND, the unconventional heroine of our story who is unconditionally loved by bel ( 28 & she/her ). ♡
a few notes:
rin is the " main character, " so she will often be the focus of this blog while other characters will act as secondary muses. please keep this in mind!
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i wanna make a starter or inbox call but that also feels impulsive but also!! i wanna write rin and my cast of dorks… i wanna make sure no one feels intimidated by my lore too though 😭
i gotta type it up, but!! rin is getting a modern verse!! i’m thinking that she may operate as head of a “ clean up crew, ” which just means when a supernatural individual ( under cyrillo’s protection/territory specifically ) gets into trouble, rin comes in and fixes the mess. slips a lil forgetfulness potion into someone’s drink, steals a phone with damning photos, etc. that doesn’t happen super often, though, so she also bartends at the raven with kaiya. if a fight breaks out, she takes care of that, too. she looks forward to that tbh asdfgh
i wanna talk about rin's past and the journey from being a young elf in the grand city to being a renowned thief with her own little team. but my brain is all mushy and i really just wanna watch silly lil videos rn :(
somewhere i feel like i must've mentioned that when rin is resurrected, her skin is left without any sign of damage, and the only sign of sunna's touch is the increasing amount of gold in her eyes and hair. and while i think it would be haunting for rin to carry the scars of her previous deaths, i think it's more disturbing that her skin remains untouched. it makes her feel inhuman. it makes her feel disconnected from reality, even, because she can imagine the pain she felt, but there's no evidence of it. there's her childhood scars, the scars she's gained from her work over the years, yet the sacrifices she's made for the greater good? as sunna's chosen? there's nothing but smooth skin.
pairing this with the gold that appears in rin's eyes and hair, she begins to feel less like " rin " and more like a tool -- more like " sunna's chosen. " she's just a blade to cut down enemies, to inspire soldiers, to be used until she's no longer needed. and it starts to mess with her the longer time goes on. it's something i definitely want to explore in the future, to watch loud, fiery rin become... quiet, cold yet bright still. herself but not.
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mal is actually kind of like a rebellious kid if you think about it bc he was watching sunna search for the " perfect " mortal to bless with gifts, and he went " this is taking too long :/// i'm gonna go look for someone else to bring into the mix :/// " which is fair! but it was against sunna's wishes who wanted to minimally be present in the mortal realm. blessing a mortal was as far as she wanted to go for the time being. mal isn't so hands-off, though, nor does he see the point in putting mortals through such turmoil. so he goes searching.
and he finds chiyo! if we're talking his original conception, which was a manner for chiyo to be thrust into this universe as a self-indulgent isekai au. that might change. he might find another champion -- we'll see! i'm undecided since i love a bit of indulgence, but i also might make this into a book one day. we'll tackle that bridge some other time <3
soooo the plan here is to make this all dorverold stuff and no fandom stuff. this is gonna be my special space to brainrot over lore very dear to me uvu the plan is to also flesh out and add eyda/edmund, mal, and possibly hulda? the latter being the leader of the children of nott, as a refresher. i want to really dig into characters who aren't just protagonists or connected to them, and i know mal falls into that category... but i love him so shush uvu i wanna write him uvu
there's also a biiiiiig post about the underworld i eventually need to make as well as a bunch of other lore. it's gonna be a work in progress, so i thank you for your patience while i get this blog back in order <3
also!! rin is gonna be a big focus on top of current world-building. cyrillo is a favorite of mine, too, but this is rin's story. she's sunna's chosen, and she's the one who's gonna stop the world from ending -- folk like cyrillo are just here to help. just keep that in mind going forward!
in this small village, there is a local myth that mothers tell their children to discourage them from sneaking out at night. they speak of a creature that lives in the wood -- a creature which gave the forest its name. the ravenwood.
the creature itself is something unnatural to this world, perhaps the result of misused magic or a mischievous spirit. while a king's blood is pure and strong, it seems unlikely that a raven could grow to be something so monstrous from devouring such a heart. this creature is said to be half bird, half human. it is said to be grotesquely large, towering over even the tallest men with its awkwardly long limbs and giant wings. would the gods have created a being so unsuited to live among its children? no. only mortals or fiends could be responsible.
despite its appearance, the villagers say this creature is fair, that it holds great power within its birdlike talons, yet it exercises that power only if asked or provoked. a man once sought it out to kill it and take its power, and the creature devoured him whole in front of the village; the same creature, however, is said to have helped an ill child survive its sickness in exchange for a mere bushel of herbs. it is a wonder that kindness has found its way into the creature's myth when often these stories are meant to be cautionary tales.
my curiosity has gotten the better of me as well as my desperation. should the creature be nothing but a monster of the old world, forgotten and hungry, then i will at least meet my death standing upon my own feet. should the creature be as fair as the villagers say, then there is hope for my condition. either result is better than this being a wasted trip. i have so little time left.
" must you snoop through my things? "
bronwyn sets down the leather-bound journal, a smirk upon ruby lips. " you know how bored i get, ambrose. it's your fault for taking so long. " the man rolls his eyes.
" i do apologize for being busy. it is only a kingdom that i am running, and i suppose protecting our borders is not so pressing. "
her smirk grows into a grin, and bronwyn settles down in the cushioned chair sat before ambrose's desk. she rests her elbow on the armrest, her cheek upon her palm. " ruling suits you. no one can hit a king for being snarky. "
" they could, but they might regret it. "
there's a beat of silence as bronwyn plucks a picture frame from the king's desk. there is a sketched portrait of his children -- a little girl and a boy a few years older. ambrose certainly has not wasted the extra time given to him.
" you are here to finally collect payment, i presume? "
he cannot see the raven's expression over the back of the chair. " correct. "
" and have you decided what you want? "
" yes. "
he nearly rolls his eyes at her. she hasn't changed. " and what is it you want? "
bronwyn peers around the chair's back, dark eyes glinting, and despite all his bravado, ambrose's skin crawls for a moment. she hasn't changed, nor has the unsettling feeling she so easily instills. he remembers the way his voice caught in his throat, the way his hands trembled, the shiver that ran down his spine when he first met bronwyn. he truly thought himself a dead man standing, waiting. maybe he was. maybe he is.
but, of course, bronwyn surprises him just as she did all that time ago with a smile that makes him feel less like a king and more like a mouse.
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YELLS!!!! this is a TWO MONTH OLD revelation and that’s a crime bc i should have written about this a long time ago, but anyway!!! during my iconing process for kaigaku, i noticed he’s using the same sword in his fight with zenitsu that he trained with during their time with gramps…….. DID GRAMPS GIVE KAIGAKU HIS SWORD BC IF SO I FEEL MY HEADCANONS CONCERNING HIM AND GRAMPS ARE PRETTY WELL-FOUNDED AND ALSO THE FACT THAT KAIGAKU SAYS “ SO THE OLD MAN REALLY DID PLAY FAVORITES… ” I JUST MADE AN AUDIBLE SOUND OF DISTRESS
okay, now that i screamed, let’s articulate this better :’ )
" ack ! " a horrified expression bleeds though, you'd rather die than do whatever this is. tears are quick to well up in eyes and you allow yourself to fall to knees, dirt clinging to skin as it breaks and blood seeps through small cuts. " no way ! no way, no way, no way ! i'd die, i can't do it ! just leave me here !! "
" get up! " your voice is sharp as your blade as you glower at the blonde who shares the title successor with you. it's a fucking joke -- you still believe that, still resent gramps for forcing the two of you together. you're nothing alike. zenitsu kneels in the dirt with wet cheeks, and you tower above him with clenched fists. he would rather lay down and give up; you would step on those like him to find your way out of the dark. you've done it before.
yet you cannot step on the bright yellow weed before you. you would leave him behind without a second thought, go train elsewhere, but that would only land you in trouble with the old man. you hate zenitsu, but you hate the shame you feel under gramps' disapproving frown more. you'll train together, even if you know it'll be a waste of time.
you're rough as you grab at zenitsu and pull him up. " you're stupid if you think that shit will work on me. stop sniveling, and try again. "
FLOWERS BLOOM IN YOUR LUNGS, ROOTS CURLING THROUGH YOUR VEINS. THEY BIND YOU. THEY TRAP YOU.
QUIETLYBLOOMS: a private and selective blog for CHIYOKO HISAKAWA, a slice of life original character with varying verses. her story is a study of loving yourself and finding the courage to reach out your hand. chiyo is unconditionally loved by bel, 21+ & she/her ♡
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❝ — captured within an eternal dance of waxing & waning, illuminated by your silver light. when are you ready to reveal yourself? once the sky turns red & the blood moon rises, you shall know justice. you shall know vengeance. you shall know my name. ❞
independent original character written by vee ( any pronouns | 21+ ) exploríng hidden shadows, false confessions & a life of lies. minors & personals, do not interact. art credit.
there's a very good chance that chiyo will eventually make her way back here bc multimuses are my bread and butter, but for now, you can start following @quietlyblooms if you'd like to keep my silly gal on your dash!
all of her pages and whatnot have been added!! i might just wait to post her pinned until tomorrow though? we'll see, but regardless!! chiyo's blog is done B))
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there's a very good chance that chiyo will eventually make her way back here bc multimuses are my bread and butter, but for now, you can start following @quietlyblooms if you'd like to keep my silly gal on your dash!
we turn the page to a new chapter | mutuals meet chiyo ♡
music blasts within the artist's apartment as she twirls around the living room, a blanket billowing around her and slipping off her shoulders altogether. what a sight she is, all smiles and breathless high notes. " heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another-- " and chiyo trips skips over to them to grab their hands in a dramatic, silly plea ( she nearly laughs before she's done; chiyo realizes she's being a big goof, but she doesn't care ). " i beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker. "
