I REBEL.

#FORTUNIIS  – —  indie, highly selective multimuse featuring muses from to be hero x, gacha games with a focus on wuthering waves, miscellaneous video games,  &  various series. unaffiliated with all fandoms  &  rp communities. 21+ only. low activity.

penned by TYCHO. 25+, they/he. 

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tavern pookie.  visvivae defying fate with.  lunaurous, convened, tarotsdivination, xianjue +blogroll, kycmu, aqivili

reaver is rather abrasive with just about anyone, dishing out whatever ammo he has in order to create space. the goal is for the opposing person to dislike him so he can avoid interaction, or even generally avoid being betrayed. last thing he needs is someone to pretend they're a friend when they're not. he's fine on his own. doesn't need anyone's help and doesn't want anyone's else.

he is admittedly somewhat more tolerate of femm presenting people. most of his bad memories and trauma are related to boys bullying him and sick men he's dealt with in the recent years.

his threshold of tolerance, however, is based on his peace of mind. he likes the quiet, likes to be unbothered if he's doing something, and wants to do what he wants to do. not necessarily what someone else wants to do.

he has always been this way regardless of the fact that he now has scary dog privileges but is more successful with intimidation when he does have his partner in crime standing menacingly behind him.

unprompted? or i lost the list  // @pexfections said : 

" i actually really look up to you … " @ smile !

HAND GRAVITATES TO TOP OF HEAD REFLEXIVELY, the admiration prompting the smiling hero to pat perfection's white hair.  he regards him like he might a child with lofty goal setting on being the next hero, one that smiles  &  prompts joy in every deed.  that's all he can ever ask for, really.  to make a difference in someone's life so that they too can take care of society around them, to do it with a smile rather than feeling burdened by duty.  what good is a hero if they feel worn from society pressures  &  a need to fit in some sort of box ?  he has always done his jobs with a smile, swooped in to protect those that need it, just so they can get on with their day.

❝   &  i know you've been trying really hard to emulate the smile, right ?  i know, i know.  i can tell.  ❞          pat, pat.          ❝  you've been doing a good job.  &  while the cameramen or the script writers might force you to do something that feels out of character, remind yourself to give a smile or stay true to the aspects that make you feel happy.  ❞

nine: x

reaver: canary *

brant: aalto, ciaccona

luuk: aalto

cristoforo: aalto, ciaccona

aha: akivili *

gepard: aalto, elio, moze

anaxa: aglaea *

phainon: mydei, gepard, ciaccona, kamui (?)

wanshi: aalto, watanabe, kamui (?), ciaccona

roland: ciaccona

utowin: easthies

aresh: seiichirou *

wulfgard: endmin

camille: endmin

sinjir: gepard, aalto

lu guang: cheng xiaoshi *

roy mustang: hawkeye

wriothesley: aalto

denotes single ship - *

i have notes for some muses on whether or not they're affiliated with other muses for headcanon's sake. i might make notes here? if i keep this.

ship exclusivity doesn't mean i won't write with duplicates of a muse but it does mean that their behavior towards that duplicate is not intended to be flirty

[ X ] - "Do I /have/ to be young to be hip?"

and weapons don't weep: starters  //  @givingnightcall said : 

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change." - from shoto to reaver!

A SOFT NOISE OF CONTEMPLATION IS DAMPENED BY HIS MASK.  for most of his life he had done as he pleased, playing into whatever negative stereotype or assumption had been cast on him by another.  it was far easier to blend in this way, conduct his work,  &  make use of the power it inadvertently gave him.  he would never claim that it was to manipulate another's fear, but vulnerability found in anxiety was enough to work with, give him a chance on the playing field he would otherwise be kicked around in with no remorse.  that's the whole play of a hacker, after all.

WALKING THE EXPRESS ONCE MORE would have caused bile to collect in his mouth, the husk of a father still performing his duties to a daughter never quite his.  if only he could say it was amusing that the trailblaze had brought them back together once more.  but such a sound would be too generous despite the irony.  a train bound for the unknown returning to a point where certainty coincides with chaos.  seeds he had sown sprouting in expectation.  truly a pity indeed.

far more bitter that he is a guest upon the vessel of the path he had once hoped would lead him to his answer, would fulfill its niche that it had set out to do.  how disappointing.

ryusuke turns his head, offering the current navigator of the astral express a smile.  a look that cannot grace asat pramad's face at present, not that he would want it to mar him.          ❝  oh, what was that dear ?  you have to forgive your father.  it seems i was lost in thought again.  there's something about this train of yours that keeps embroiling me in memory.  ❞

THEIR FINGERS ARE LINKED, utowin walking besides easthies with the backdrop of a setting sun.  evenings pink  &  purple hues have painted the sky in a wash, a warm yet fading glow bathing the two who are clad in disguises fitting for a market such as this.  if they were to have appeared in their typical regalia many people would have rolled their eyes, groaned because of their   ❛  unnecessary  ❜   appearance,  &  those with something to hide would have scattered without warning.  dressed in wear meant for a night out on the town but nothing too gaudy, they can blend in, pretend to peruse some wares while keeping their eyes peeled.

❝  there really wasn't a need to make a fuss back at the great hall,  ❞          utowin mutters under his breath, head lowered so he can speak directly into eas' ear.  his inflection shifts, curling in amusement  &  doing nothing but teasing the other.           ❝  you look beautiful.  i'm kind of jealous of win.  he gets to go on dates with someone to die for !   ❞          as if he would not think the same of his partner even without the disguises, such admiration  &  praise slipping out in gasps as they tangle between the sheets, press each other during stolen moments of time.

❝  it's almost time.  should be any moment now.  ❞