MOVED TO @FCKURSELFIE

okaaaay idek what i'm doing with the icons yet don't @ me, but i am officially consolidating @otomates / @reliver / @lykorises onto this blog bc atp i just think ppl who want to write with my otome characters have a much better chance of reaching me where i'm active & tbh i think i've been doing better just having this blog for my canons + then @sunlessea for ocs. so that's what we're doing.

this is a huge update cuz i'm basically smashing a whole other multimuse onto this one... i did chop off some muses but it's a still a whole new section on my muse list. starting now, my otome muses are here : you can request & send stuff in for them.

i will be carrying over inbox stuff & threads that i had muse for, but was just... never swapping blogs for. i'll also be carrying over some posts, but for now, anything important to these muses still links to old blogs on my muse list lmao.

muses added to my carrd under the cut ...

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for.

pulling them in for a kiss while showering together.

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare,  spin the bottle,  etc ).

kissing your lover to show you forgive them.

a coy, chaste kiss meant to say thank you.

an intimate kiss full of relief the second you're finally alone.

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them.

a kiss muffled by laughter in a library, hidden away among the shelves.

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs.

kisses while wrapping your legs around your lover.

a quick peck on the cheek as one party rushes off.

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them.

a kiss to convince them not to leave bed in the morning.

a kiss to distract them from stitching a wound.

a parting kiss before one party goes away for a long time.

biting their lip amidst a kiss, drawing blood.

heated kisses while tugging on their hair.

abruptly kissing a stranger to scare off the people following you.

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears.

a bruising kiss full of desperation and urgency.

distracting your lover from a task by kissing their neck.

standing on your tiptoes to kiss their forehead.

kissing down the column of your lover's neck, leaving marks.

a kiss while being reunited after a long time.

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy.

a dutiful kiss with no true feeling behind it.

kissing your lover to take away their pain.

colliding with a wall, then each other's lips.

a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound.

a kiss while slow dancing close and intimately.

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger.

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight.

a kiss motivated by a dare from a third party.

an adrenaline-fueled kiss while standing on the ledge of a rooftop.

kissing them to shut them up.

urgent, messy kisses as both parties scramble to undress.

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain.

kissing your lover just above their waistband.

kissing your partner to seal a marriage.

pushing your love down onto the bed to worship their body with kisses.

a possessive kiss to stake a claim.

a kiss to resolve suppressed ( romantic / sexual ) tension.

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay.

kissing the top of their head as you hold them.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers.

a kiss while hiding away from flashing cameras.

a kiss that means absolutely nothing.

kissing the swell of your lover's breast.

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains.

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun ( sets / rises ).

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand.

sensual kisses down the length of their back.

kissing them to confess your true feelings.

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out.

a kiss to forgive one another after a fight.

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps.

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss.

an unexpected kiss during a fake dating scheme.

kissing your partner after they've given you head.

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them.

a kiss after receiving good news.

an emotional kiss, relieved to find your lover alive.

crowded, heated kisses in the backseat of a car.

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends.

a kiss shared between enemies during combat.

a kiss that smears blood everywhere.

kissing them even though you know you shouldn't.

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them.

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort.

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party.

kisses while pulling them into your lap.

a heated kiss while holding them by the throat.

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing.

a kiss to seal a promise that you just made.

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning.

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them.

holding their face, kissing the tears from their cheeks.

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body.

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation.

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast.

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work.

AND WHAT OF YOU? born into this world  ...  bestowed name  ...  bid to seek out strife, and adventure. WAS THIS LIFE A GIFT  ...  OR A BURDEN? // #FCKURSELFIE ... multifandom canon multimuse ft. characters from wuthering waves, hoyo titles, bioware, final fantasy, larian, farm sims, & various miscellaneous video games. written by melanie ( unicorn ) ... extremely private  &  selective for sanity's sake, but oc & crossover friendly. very lowkey ... much vibe.

A collection of prompts centered around love & desire, taken from various sources. Adjust gender / pronouns / wording / etc. as needed. Some prompts are highly suggestive in nature. Engage appropriately.

─── 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞

❝ It’s nothing, I just . . . I’m glad you’re here. ❞

❝ Could you stay with me? Just for a little while longer? ❞

❝ If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets. ❞

❝ I can feel your heart beating in your chest. ❞

❝ Just a kiss. That’s all I ask. ❞

❝ I will always be yours. ❞

❝ You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, ❞

❝ You make me feel safe. ❞

❝ You’ll always have a place here. ❞

❝ I’ve never felt like this before. ❞

❝ I’m afraid of what I feel. But . . . I think just that means it’s something worth feeling. ❞

❝ I have loved you from the moment I first heard my name fall from your lips. ❞

❝ Go back to sleep. I promise I will still be here when you wake. ❞

❝ Nothing and no one can hurt you. Not while I’m here. ❞

❝ I don’t want you in my life. You are my life. ❞

❝ I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to waste another moment I could spend with you. ❞

❝ I want you, just as you are. ❞

❝ You love me. Real, or not real? ❞

❝ I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you. ❞

❝ You are, and always have been, my dream. ❞

─── 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

❝ I’ve always wanted you. Only you. ❞

❝ Can’t you see what you do to me? ❞

❝ Don’t you understand? I would do anything for you. ❞

❝ You are my undoing. I cannot tell if you will be my ruin or my salvation, and I’m no longer sure if I care which it will be. ❞

❝ When I look at you, I see something divine. Something holy. ❞

❝ It’s you I want to worship. I will make supplication to your lips and offer my prayers at the altar between your knees. ❞

❝ I was a monster and you made me a man. ❞

❝ For your sake, I am debased. For you alone, I am weak. ❞

❝ I would lay the whole earth at your feet if you asked it of me. The sun, the moon, and all the stars, I would make them yours. ❞

❝ What I feel for you is not gentle, nor meek. It is not beautiful. It wretched, it is dark and depraved with desire. And it is consuming me whole. ❞

❝ Break my heart if you wish, but the pieces will still be yours. ❞

❝ Tell me you do not feel it, and I will name you a liar. ❞

❝ You are far too good for unworthy hands like mine ❞

❝ To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves. ❞

❝ I fear if I let you touch me, I will fall apart. ❞

❝ There are certain things we must not want, yet I find myself wanting them nonetheless. ❞

❝ I need you. I need to have you. I need to make you mine. ❞

❝ You ruined me in my heart long before you ever touched my skin. ❞

❝ Must I beg? Must I fall to my knees and plead for the mercy of your touch? ❞

❝ I want it to be my name that you call in the dead of night, my name that rests upon your tongue when your body shivers. Mine alone. ❞

─── 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

❝ I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. ❞

❝ You deserve better than that. ❞

❝ I lie awake at night in restless agony, wishing you were there beside me. ❞

❝ Do you not know how you haunt me? ❞

❝ In my dreams, I am yours. ❞

❝ I am to wed someone else. ❞

❝ Does he make you feel like this? ❞

❝ We both know who you’re truly thinking of when you’re with him. ❞

❝ You taste sweeter than she ever could. ❞

❝ She’s not the one I want. ❞

❝ Just because I know I can’t have you, it doesn't change what I feel for you. ❞

❝ He’s not good for you. ❞

❝ Every time I see you with him it kills me a little more inside. ❞

❝ Let me go. The more we hold on to this, the more it will hurt us both. ❞

❝ This is not allowed of us. We mustn’t – ❞

❝ Put aside your pride and admit that you want me. ❞

❝ Will I only ever be worthy of stolen moments in the shadows? ❞

❝ If he puts his hands on you again, I’ll cut them off. ❞

❝ When I’m with her, I pretend that it’s you. ❞

❝ Does he know? ❞

─── 𝐚𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬

❝ Say you love me, and I know it will all be okay. ❞

❝ Do you know how long I have waited for this? For the day I could hold you in my arms and call you mine? ❞

❝ I fought for this. For you. ❞

❝ I never stopped loving you. I was only afraid of what you were becoming. ❞

❝ Come back. Even as a shadow. Even as a dream. ❞

❝ To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. ❞

❝ When I desire you a part of me is gone. ❞

❝ Desire doubled is love, and love doubled is madness. ❞

❝ I suppose you do love me, in your way. ❞

❝ Love does not make me gentle or kind. ❞

❝ I desire the things which will destroy me in the end. ❞

❝ There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you. ❞

❝ The gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞

❝ I should not have waited so long. I should have kissed you every night and every day. You were made to be kissed, often and well. ❞

❝ I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you. Don’t tell me to leave. ❞

❝ Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞

❝ You're mine. Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die. But first, we'll live. ❞

❝ My sword is yours. My life is yours. My heart is yours. ❞

❝ We all dream of things we cannot have. ❞

there's something heavy pressed against the crux of his spine, burdens that are not his own etched into every crevice of his ribcage and yet it's ukyo's words that make them feel both lighter and yet heavier, a concept to keep in mind and yet a grief unspooling with every plea; ' i can't force you to love yourself. but i can hold the you that i'm familiar with close to my own heart ' and a part of him can tell that it's alright, or so he believes, privy to the consequence that such action brings, the swell of the unknown within his chest that falls somewhere between yearning and the dangerous impracticality that comes with love, the bout of confidence he has claimed to have but buried with every opportunity to give. if it were for anyone else, he supposes a part of him would consider this stupid, foolish, naive, but towards ukyo do all his barriers find a way to relent so strikingly, so openly; ikki's smile finds itself unrelenting, now pulled back away into his own space as he raises a brow in what may be offered as consideration, as reflection.

he wonders if ukyo will spot that confliction too.

❛ you say this so assuredly,  ❜ he says uncharacteristically quietly, the sigh that spills past his lips not out of guilt but his own unspoken admittance. ❛ so ... wholeheartedly to the point that even disagreeing with you feels like a crime. ❜ or even thinking against it, for that matter, common thoughts and considerations offering forgiveness to only those who are not himself feeling like something offensive; it's not your fault mutters a rabbit to the fox / but even they never had bad intentions mutters a rabbit to every bleeding laceration within it's chest. ❛ but i've never been a fan of the 'cruel to be kind' approach. the parts of 'me' i have lost along the way are simply a matter of consequence. i struggle to consider how i could work things out myself in order to get them, to get another part of myself back after i have so willingly given it away. ❜ and it's the honesty that stings here, not quite making himself smaller as compared to more exposed; there is a familiarity in curling in on one's self, to making you more docile; the fear clings to his second skin, and yet ...

❛ there's no denying the you who makes all of these things feel possible.  ❜ smile grows, followed undeniably by a sigh that sounds both exasperated as it is serene; he speaks in riddles that are supposed to sound frustrated and yet placating but he's certain that ukyo understands the earnestness that hides behind them, the truth to the admissions he speaks ━━ after all, he's taken note of every flicker of his expression, joy to soft to flustered through a few key moments. ❛ i struggle to see the future, the outcome, of my choices and yet you talk as if you've lived through them all, as if you've had the chance to experience it plenty of times before. it feels as if you talk in nothing more than a contradiction, but i ... i can't believe it as the reason for why you say it.  ❜ one day, you won't even be a passing thought in their minds when they fall in love for real / i'll always be waiting for the ikki who exists underneath the mask you wear ... and oh, doesn't that sound like a confession? like an admission of love, in his very own terms?

❛ if you are not supposed to exist in this world, then it is the place you have carved in my heart in which you belong. or, god forbid, neither were supposed to exist at all.  ❜ and what a sentence, a confession born from honesty / what a sentence, love if offered from something that actually feels as though it belongs to him and how ironic is it for a sense of guilt to bury it's way down further in his chest with every fraction in the knowledge that ukyo is right, but then again, how can he offer anything but what they ask for when the burden lies with his own? to be kind, is now the next consideration; to be kind, and that's why he can't help but laugh and so does ukyo laugh despite the way they're both glancing back at the camera with the desire to shut it off or pull it closer, more intimate as two men above their universe's greatest mistakes; existences paramount and here.

━━ they're privy to live beyond a sense of deja vu, aren't they?

so he is the one who has the decency to look sheepish, gaze almost transfixed on the way ukyo's fingers press so earnestly against his cheek as he runs his own down both the back and sides of his neck, doing his best to ignore the way the flush on his face no doubt matches, if not follows, the shade across the photographers own whilst he settles with the realisations that he has known this whole time. a trailed off sound, a blink; he should take this moment for some silence, for a respite. but ukyo shared a lot with him, didn't he?

❛ for a heart to ache, for it to break ... they're supposed to be two different things, offered for different reasons.  ❜ and it makes sense, the sensation that rattles across his chest something that should be associated with the negatives and yet it's a wish to yearn that he recognises in his place. at least in ukyos presence it's tangible, it makes sense. the quiet wish to experience it in a different way replaced by one that seeks out more, to hear it repeat itself, time and time again / in dream and memory alike. and it's romantic, isn't it? how out of every date, every high end restaurant and popular haunt, it's his man and the fields he'd dared join on a whim that has him discovering the truth behind it all but even if he had a chance to do over he's uncertain he would manage to make a change. ❛ there are plenty of mistakes i have made in my life, and there will no doubt be many more ... i am not a man without imperfections, as we both know well.  ❜ he should be more serious about it, he knows, but he can't help it; a sprinkle of another chuckle there, easing the stiffness of his bones.

. . . ah. he thinks he's said too much. he finally realizes it only when he's called out on the familiarity he exhibits with a man who absolutely has not made someone like him privy to the inner workings of what ukyo would only personally describe as ikki's trauma. it makes him turn stiff, at first, pausing from how he's begun to breakdown the camera's short-lived standing in favor of staring sheepishly at the other man's shoes. he's avoiding his gaze, suddenly so keenly aware of it. it may be that he's laying on too strong with his own feelings on the matter where he has no real right to this man's heart, theoretically a stranger to him even if they are ... far more entwined than one half may remember. at the same time, he's not sure he bites his tongue because he regrets it. he's embarrassed, but he always is. there's an uncomfortable pit in his stomach, like an overwhelming longing.

he wishes that ikki would see himself the way he sees him. how easy it would be to take him by the shoulders and shake him with hopes of knocking that self loathing of his out of his heart, only in dreams. it's more complicated than that, indeed. if it were so simple to love oneself, he'd not still struggle with whether he himself deserved to live in this world that didn't want for him at all. of all the eternities it feels like he's spent dying, ikki is the only person he can recall telling him that he belongs here - and if not here, then with him, at the very least. they're pathetic, the two of them. men rejected by gods who'd left them to suffer, and now they're intertwining their cursed souls. it makes his heart ache, but it feels warm, too.

"i believe that you'll save yourself one day, ikki. that's all. it's okay if you disagree with me, i don't mind. but ... i want to trust that you'll value yourself higher than strangers, when the time comes to take that step. your heart is worth protecting every bit as much as anyone else's. if you lost too much of yourself from something you can't even control ... i would miss you, quite a lot. if i speak of a future where you realize that with confidence, then maybe you'll believe me when you're ready to." he talks softly, like someone used to being pitied. maybe he expects him to think he's weak, when his opinions seem to excuse what others see as his bad behavior. but he would not let someone tear themselves apart for cause of divine punishment. ikki hurts himself in ways ukyo simply refuses to believe he deserves. in the end, it doesn't matter if scars were those locked away in mental anguish such as his - or the physical ones littering his own body from continued survival against odds. both could kill either one of them, in the end.

he'd much prefer if, at the end of it all, ikki was still standing tall with the others waiting for him to catch up - whether his friends had realized he had fallen behind them in this world or not. in the meantime, he skirts the line of wise, a tad hypocritical, and perhaps even unnerving. he wouldn't admit how much he really knew ... but he doesn't think he needs to, when his affection for him seems to have been taken at face value regardless. ukyo means well.

"as for my existence ... well. all i can hope is that if the worst ever came to pass, you would still remember me. i'm terrified of being forgotten, and leaving behind a world that never even knows i was here at all." it doesn't entirely register, at first, quite how smitten the spade's confession is towards him when he's so lost in his own musing. the way he breaks the camera down is methodical, like just another thing he'd done a million times ... but it's about the point he's pulling the stand down to fold it back into its carrying case that it clicks - exactly what ikki had said to him, and how dismal his own response. his eyes widen as his attention snaps up from where he's crouched down, looking up at the other man with a racing heart one does not need to feel to see in the expression on his face. maybe he shouldn't be so caught off guard-! but he is, regardless. "i ... sorry, i didn't mean for that to sound so - ... ikki, you're ... an incredibly romantic person, you know?"

he sounds so meek pointing it out! he doesn't mean it as an insult, so much as he's clearly unsure how to respond. he'd never been very adept at receiving compliments, but this isn't that - these are such ... intimate things to say to someone. " ... whether or not i was ever meant to exist, every moment i'm here with you is precious. i truly do believe that." he's just above murmuring when he drops his gaze, sheepish, to finish zipping up. he doesn't lift the bag yet, though, when he stands straight again, and fidgets with the edges of his braid. strands of hair are fraying from the plaits, the worse his nerves get. he feels anxious, but ... giddy, too.

for all the days he's lost to an unfair fate, he doesn't think he's ever been quite this ... close with ikki. or anyone, for that matter - there's an atmosphere 'round them that he is somewhat oblivious to, though not so much he can't acknowledge their time together as being different from the time he spends with their peers.

"sometimes broken hearts aren't the sad ending that everyone thinks they are," he points out, eyes squinting in some small amount of amusement. but he's never been the kind to tease too strongly, especially not in such sentimental conversations. he hadn't intended for his feelings being shared to spiral so far into this oppressive, oddly pleasant space between them. yet he doesn't mind it, either, content to give ikki his attention undivided. it's wonderful, in the end, to have this space nearly to themselves - any potential company is wandering parks further in the distance, and his shaky self confidence is left to ponder the way he's being addressed without concern for public perception. this does feel intensely romantic ... what exactly had either of their intentions been in saying all this?

he laughs quietly, lighthearted, and shrinks in on himself with poor posture, just a bit, "no one is perfect." quite a change from a man who had not even moments earlier looked him directly in the eye and declared unwavering trust in him. he doubts he'd be surprised how shyly he steps forward into the space he'd created between them, though, reaching out to take ikki's hand again. this time, he wraps his fingers 'neath his so he can splay them out and reveal the flower - still wilting, still dull in color. carefully plucking it from him by the stem makes his heart ache, true to his words. he feels the familiar, odd sensation of wanting to cry. ikki's confessions may feel too kind to him. "i don't think you can spare me from an inevitable heartbreak. only i can save myself from the fate the gods cursed me with," he doesn't elaborate no matter how many times he says such cryptic things ... but his expression is soft when he tears his attention away from the flower to smile at him instead - not so melancholy as his minor rejection makes it seem. " ... that said, you can ease it until it does end, so that it hurts less, and in that way maybe feeling as if i'm not alone anymore ends a great deal of pain. i know i've said it multiple times today, but i don't want to be a burden. i'm sorry if i spoke too harshly towards you ... the truth is, i've been so used to blending into the background at the cafe and in our social circles, i never expected you would notice me, or speak with me so sweetly... i have all these things i've always wanted to say to you, but never could. i would do anything to soothe your own pain ... so, if anything, you're the one allowing me the opportunity by being so vulnerable now, aren't you?"

all his time alive, he's not sure he's had someone refer to him the same way this man does - an honour, he says, as if these moments between them are treasures. maybe that's not far off, when he finds himself meandering to tuck away their chosen flower in the pages of a photo album for temporary safe keepings in his bag 'fore pulling that from his shoulder and letting it fall gently to the ground at their shoes as well. he's not sure why he feels so desperate in the moment to lend him his attention so wholly, but he does. he is ... incredibly fond of him. "i just like seeing you happy, ikki. if ... if your heart ever compels you towards me, know that the things you fear about yourself driving people away from you ... i could withstand them, if you gave me the chance. not just for three months, or even three years. i can defy the gods for all eternity, if that's what it takes." ah. he's tearing up, the ache in his chest deeper than he'd intended to push it. it's to his credit he doesn't look away from him, too earnest for his own good when he gets in his feelings. it's not the first time he's been caught crying-! it may be common, but it's not often this sentimental. "you are a blessing, and i hate that this world was ever able to convince you that your love would be someone else's curse."