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moved ! feel free to unfollow / sb this blog as this is now officially archived.
ok ! rather than waiting, i wanna rip the band-aid off : i will be moving. like this if you would like to continue being mutuals with me. everything will relatively still be the same, not much of a revamp or anything like that. just wanting to start fresh and move with a clean slate.
side note as i set some stuff up: i am MORE than willing to continue any current threads we might have together (i plan on moving some of the drafts i saved up over there anyways).
ok ! rather than waiting, i wanna rip the band-aid off : i will be moving. like this if you would like to continue being mutuals with me. everything will relatively still be the same, not much of a revamp or anything like that. just wanting to start fresh and move with a clean slate.
pickup line: do you think i’m worthy of being saved

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thinking about potentially moving....
❝ would you like the rest of it? ❞ the pastry he holds up for @holyscorch to observe. ❝ i didn’t like it as much as i thought i would and i don’t want your money to have gone to waste. ❞ ♡!
" oh ? not to your taste ? " taiyou looks down at n with an amused chuckle, taking note of the unfinished pastry held in his hand as they walk down the street of the bustling town. with a bag of fresh berries and vegetables held over his shoulders, they finished running an errand to the farmer's market for supplies. ( was this ' errand ' meant to also serve as a makeshift date for the two of them ? ... maybe. ) reaching out to take the offered pastry from him, he casually takes a bite out of it; it was one of those buttered, chocolate croissants that looked decent enough for a quick snack. alas ...
" hm, i think i can see why. such a lackluster flavor that tastes a bit too doughy. seems not a lot of effort was actually put into making this .... a shame. don't worry. when we get home, i'll make you something even better. how does that sound ? "
there is no competition. respectfully, you could never be me. disrespectfully, i would never want to be you.
i mentioned this to an oomf ( and i also just like talking about little details about my sillies ) but casimir puts a lot of attention to detail and care on his physical appearance. from the way he dresses to even how he smells, he caters his appearance to attracting a wide margin of people that will visit his museum, and he created his current molded form based on a more sophisticated image. he'll wear suits 90% of the time and wears high-end brands that are luxurious, but subtle in design. he'll smell a lot like leather and sandal wood with even a hint of vanilla; though, most of the time this much effort in even accessorizing his scent is to mask the smell of blood on him due to his ' hobby ' in working with anatomy.
This wasn't any part of the dream he recognized- and Briar was very familiar with nearly every corner of it. But something else has made itself a space here, and he has wandered into whatever it is. The only issue, is that he doesn't remember ever sleeping in one of the dream pools. In fact, he's not entirely sure when it was he'd arrived here- or the act of doing so. It's not strange to assume some kind of entity has pulled him somewhere ( or maybe he came here himself ). The dream- and Penacony itself was subject to uncanny and strange things. So he's calm, despite himself.
He can see here. And takes in the... artwork? Paintings, sculptures. This room is louder than it should be- a chorus of desperation. It has his brows furrowed, and his gaze narrowed behind his shades. " The hell... " attention slowly drawn to the chilly pull of a single man. He looks warm, inviting, friendly. And it suddenly reminds Briar of the façade he maintains under the gaze of countless people. Fake.
" I will assume... this is yours? " the art, the room, the... it takes a bit of effort on his part, but he manages to quiet the rest of the room. To narrow his ability and senses forward. Hmm... he smells nice at least. Too often, people decked so finely reeked of thick perfumes and deception. The former was certainly more bearable in this case- but. For the first time in recent memory... Briar can't get a proper read.
Gloved hand comes up to adjust the tangerine lenses. " I'm Briar. "
@holyscorch / sc ( casimir )
a new guest has arrived. it was as if his museum itself uttered those very words in his ears the moment he hears the arrival of a newcomer. an unfamiliar face amidst the cosmos pool of visitors that step through those doors. from the way he arrived, however, it was quite clear that perhaps he didn't come here of his own volition. ( if he did ... it wasn't a conscious choice. ) no matter. a visitor was a visitor; in the eyes of the curator that has made home in his beloved museum, in this plane drifting amidst the stars and the unknown, is it not his job to make them all feel welcome and curious ? it's why when pale eyes meet with the newcomer's appearance, a warm smile is presented across its own visage. curiosity; the most important display on a visitor's face.
" hello there, briar. " casimir greets him softly, without missing a beat in addressing him by his name once presented with it. with his cane held at his side, he offers his visitor with a small, polite bow. " indeed ... this place, it is all mine. you don't seem to be ... familiar around here. " he speaks less on the fact that briar was new and more onto the indication that briar seemed like he felt out of place. well, it's not like he can blame him. after all, how would it feel to wander to someplace you don't recognize ? that only means it's casimir's duty to make him feel more comfortable. " i assume you must be a much newer guest of mine. " the curator makes the first move to begin approaching briar, an almost eerily perfect flow in the pace of his steps as the distance between them closes a bit more, but is nonetheless long enough to maintain basic decorum and common courtesy.
" my name is casimir. casimir achim. it's a pleasure to meet you at last. " as if he was waiting -- expecting even, for his arrival. " tell me, how can i help you today ? "

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how ozul starts wearing his hair bc ppl keep jabbing at his forehead /j
❝ you smell like the devil. ❞ koto & cassie hehe
--- ↪ prompt. ( call me a sinner. )
" my, now that's an oddly specific smell, don't you think ? should that insinuate you are rather accustomed to the devil's scent ? how scandalous .... " casimir chuckles, unperturbed by koto's remark, intended to spill poison or some meaningless display of venom that doesn't hinder the curator from doing his usual routines -- fixing his tie, slicking his hair back, drinking a cup of rich coffee ( a shame he cannot truly taste it ) and assorting his schedule to accommodate for his busy evening later today. meetings, client interviews, tour guides, plans for a new exhibit ... ah, busy, busy, busy. a day of normalcy.
" oh, but of course .... do tell me how i smell now. " casimir picks up a bottle of cologne that was neatly tucked in one of the cabinets of his desk. ( an expensive brand; a gift given to him by a client. ) he picks it up and casually sprays a whiff or two on his person, before lifting it up to koto's person and spraying it in her direction. a low chuckle follows suit. " there. now we both smell the same. "
❝ for you? i will be any believer you want me to be. ❞ ( jianyu & atlas )
--- ↪ prompt. ( call me a sinner. )
... how is he to respond to something like that ? it felt sudden; it was ... surprising. to hear jianyu, through his usually stoic and blunt mannerisms, utter something filled with an unfamiliar softness to his tone. he spoke as if he were making a solemn vow. ... for what ? for him ? " .... " there's a silence that tames him, red eyes looking at the bodyguard with a faint sense of uncertainty. he feels compelled to tear his eyes away, casting it downward to avert their gaze. it felt .... odd. to hear those sort of words. he remembered a time; an olden, distant memory where he once heard those words when a monarchy was still present in this city. a fallen kingdom to a disposed tyrant, leaving behind ashes of what it once was before it was re-built anew, and atlas ... tossed his crown. his people spoke a similar array of words to him when atlas devoted to rebuilding his home; they would follow him, heed him, be loyal to him. ( a king; he wasn't interested in sitting upon a throne. )
yet .... to hear it from jianyu of all people, a brief sense of relief would settle in his chest. knowing that even he, an outsider to the woes of this place, would be willing to share in their burdens and help them. hah ... like this, he was more of a knight than a bodyguard; but then again, they were alike in a multitude of ways. " ... thank you, jianyu. " he finally breathes out, the corner of his lips perking up very faintly into a brief smile. " but ... there is no need to do that for my sake. ... you are already exactly how i need you to be. "
good boy but in the way you praise a hunting dog after you have it gore something
*taps on mic* obviously what drew me in was your writing and your ocs and you. you are so very sweet and i adore everything we have written together and i often think about the possibilities of where the threads/stories will lead. i hope we can plot together and talk some more bc your sweetness is infectious , my apologies for not doing it more i am shy. i want to write with everyone on your roster and get excited whenever you post headcanons and things about them. ty for being a beacon of light on the dash.
What drew you to my blog initially, and what, so far, has made you stay ?
AHHHHHHHHHH THANK U MY BABY !!! i'm so glad you like my work and my writing !! you're a lovely blessing to have on my dash and such a cutie patootie with your muses !!! IM SHOVING ALL MY HEADCANONS AT YOU !!!

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one of the most satisfying tropes to me is when someone’s child or sibling does something their parent / other siblings usually do and people immediately think ‘oh yeah they’re family alright’
what drew me in? absolute gorgeous writing, utter love for details, devotion to the craft & your ocs --- what made me stay on top of what i just mentioned? you as a mun because youre so absolutely positive & fun to have on the dash, your ability to just create absolute captivating content with every ask & reply i got from you or others have gotten from you & the characters. i absolutely adore your ocs, you & admire the work / dedication you put into everything you do here. you're a miracle tbfh.
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AWWWWW THANK YOUUUUU !! i try to keep things silly and goofy and fun, and i wanna help people feel comfortable if i can ! ahhhh thank you for the love !!!!!