#allmuse

*    ⊰    @allmuse​  /  sithis    ⊱    𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔩  . ↳    👕  tug  on  my  muse’s  sleeve / shirt / skirt .

IT’S  ALWAYS  COLD  ,   HER  LAND  IS  SUNLESS  AND  BLOOD - SOAKED  .   but  lucy  feels  a  pull  on  her  taffeta  skirt  and  it  is  like  coming  home  .   she  smiles  ,   a  soft  ,   sad  smile  and  turns  her  eyes  to  the  shadows  .   there  is  no  one  there  ,   but  that  is  not  to  say  there  is  nothing  .

' oh? have you reconsidered being my research subject? '                                                             @allmuse​  ft.  mayuri  kurotsuchi

                     “    do   you    still    measure    crimes    by    the    human    scale,  mercenary?    that’s    quite    hypocritical   of    you.    ”

                       arms   remain    folded    over    her    chest,    leaning    against   the    trunk    of    a    tree,    Kagura’s    eyes    glance   up    at    the    nightsky    (   the    stars    have    hidden    away    tonight,    a    storm   is    brewing    near    ),   and    as    her    nose    catches    the    scent    of   impeding    rain,    her    brows    furrow    as    the    corpse’s   statement    resonates    within    her    mind.    She    has   killed,    tricked,    cheated    and    seduced    –    humans   do    it    all    the    time,    yet    they    still    seem    to   carry    some    sort    of    conscious   burden   about    their    crimes.    To    them,    the    very    concept   of    crime   seems    to    exist    and   be    therefore    punishable    –   she   has    no    knowledge    of    morality,    Kagura    lives   because    of    Naraku’s    innermost    hatred    and    venom.

𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛.  vane watches them intently as they reflect off of multicolored eyes; gold and red with depths that could rival the sea of ghosts itself.  as always, a book was perched in the nerevarine's lap, but they weren't paying attention to it-- the words on the page were long forgotten, the contents of any book paling in comparison to the living god that sat so close to them.  for once, they thought, they didn't quite feel like reading.

absent-minded, fingers skimmed the worn page of their book.  for a brief moment, vane broke eye contact to glance down at it, half out of modesty.  in truth, holding vehk's stare left them breathless in a way they could not pinpoint nor immediately describe, and their chest rose and fell visibly beneath their dreugh's cuirass.  though as they dared to glance up again, he'd moved, and wisps of blue fire reflected in their eyes as he crossed crossed the already scarce distance between them, his movements as fluid as the most graceful of dancers-- where to look, they knew not, and thus their gaze first fell to the book again as color crawled into their ears.  expression softened from its usually stoic facade into something decidedly gentle on their war torn visage.

this was something new.  exciting.  it was not unlike the exhilaration they felt before a battle, though there was a distinct clenching in their stomach that felt new.  it had them by the chest, the heart, the throat-- it was hard to breathe, and they felt almost sadistic for enjoying it.  ivory lashes fluttered, and they gazed up at the god through them as he spoke, so close they could reach out and touch him, if they wanted to.  as it was, though, they didn't have to-- didn't have to do anything, as he leaned in, speaking close to their tattered ear.  my lips were made to meet yours.

he always did have a talent of surprising them.  they never knew what to expect.  that was half the fun of it, wasn't it?

vaneyyn clutched the book close to their chest, its cover long since closed, and only then did they realize their back was already meeting a wall.  no backing away here, nor changing the subject--  it wasn't as if this feeling, whatever it was that hung in the air between them, wasn't mutual.  they weren't an entirely subtle creature themselves, but even so, it was hard to truly corner them.

unless one literally did just that.  for a brief moment, they glanced at the colors that danced across the floors, and then back up into vivec's eyes-- mismatched, like their own. 

THE BE HONEST MEME.

Are aesthetics important to you? If they are, why?

  To be honest, the graphic part of roleplaying doesn’t make any sense at all. Yeah, I like these aesthetics boards and I sometimes make them, too, but let’s be honest: they are useless, they are not important at all in roleplaying, where the main point is writing. I understand when people want everything to look beautiful, but when at the same you don’t write, then what’s the point of all this aesthetic stuff? If you can’t roleplay without aesthetic stuff, like, icons, theme and etc., you feel that you won’t be a “true roleplayer” without this stuff, then it’s sad. 

  Though, I understand why you can’t feel yourself a “true roleplayer”. Because rpc here relies on an aesthetic stuff. No one will be interested in you if you don’t have a pretty theme, icons and other stuff. And it’s sad when most people are interested more in your graphics than in your writing. I talk here from my experience, so if you have more positive experience, then it’s cool.

What’s your opinion on call out posts?

  If they are made for an important reason, like, someone steals someone else’s content (though it’s a question what is an original content when everyone “borrows” from each other headcanons, icon styles and etc.), spreads hate (literal hate, not “it’s toxic to have a different opinion”), then yes, those are normal reasons for a callout post. But I laugh at most callout posts I see here, because people, who make these callout posts, tear out phrases from context, trying hard to create an impression that the person they chose for a callout post is very bad. Yes, that is what these callout posts look like - pulling phrases from context and, my favorite, looking for posts from 2007 and cutting phrases from there. As if a person can’t change their opinion in 12 years. They are funny to read. They are very long sometimes. Like, ten pages of total nonsense.

Do you follow people even if they don’t follow you back?

  I usually follow someone for a week or a little more, and if they don’t follow me back, then I will unfollow. I just don’t like the mess on my dashboard.

What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

RUN

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗.   justice never sleeps ; that’s what the ordinators said, and was their cause not noble and just?  to call it vengeance sounded so... ugly.  that was dunmer politics, though.  young as they were, they still knew that much.  it was a game of treachery at best, and the honest weren’t usually the ones that came out on top.  in an ideal world, maybe.

❝ -- then what do people want revenge for? because it makes them feel better? ❞