if love is war,

( #revitals —- ) a private and independent collection of muses curated by v, from various medias including, but not limited to: tv, films, video games, etc. she/her, 21+. low activity, i'm basically here when i'm here. if you're looking for me, check my blogroll. i don't have many rules, just don't be a dick and we'll be fine. this blog is not a safe space for pro-shipping, bigotry, gen ai, or zionism. minors dni. i will be keeping things very simple on this blog, so it will be mostly writing-oriented.

Albedo,,, tell our son to stop stealing my hat :^/

imbibitor lunae, the dragon in the shape of a man, steels himself in the descent of his ardor; it's a constant presence, the catalyst of his stringing across a starless sky, taking root in him as he shifts from one foot in front of the other while his gaze addresses the miko before him. cloud-piercer is a familiar weight in his hand, grounding him as his anxiety begins to bloom in the citadel of his chest. the longer he remains separated from the other nameless, the more antsy he feels, and this conversation is prolonging the infliction of his nerves. he's a master at masking it, of course, none of it showing on the canvas of his expression as he gently shakes his head.

when zatanna hears a noise in the threshold of the dressing room door, she doesn't immediately turn around to check the source of the sound. she's used to the many comings and goings of all kinds of people due to the nature of her work; there's stagehands and crew members and everything else that comes with the art of performance that come in and out, to her encouragement of course. privacy is only granted to her when she explicitly states she requires it, which is only when capes and the like end up knocking. the source of the sound, however, clears her throat and it's a timbre that sounds achingly familiar to zatanna in a way that begins to coax out her own nostalgia. when she turns, she's not entirely sure of what she's going to see, but the shock when i registers stuns her into an elated grin as she moves to stand, the heels of her boots clicking onto the floor below as she adjusts from hip to hip.

i owe a bajillion drafts already so this is going to be the only starter call i'll be posting on here for the foreseeable future: please like this if you want me to toss something your way. you're welcomed to specify muse, otherwise i'll just pick at random among the first tier; if you're also a multi, pls let me know which muse of yours you'd prefer! i'm going to be working on character biographies in the meantime.