#eclipsecrowned

@eclipsecrowned (thank you!)

Ooh, thanks! First of all, I think you're very good at this! You get some left field anons, but it never dampens your spirit or your own thing which is so great to see! And you're very good at just talking to whoever about anything; hcs, life, characters, etc, and it's such a good reminder that people are behind these blogs. It feels personal in a good way— a reminder that there is more than this website and whatever character(s), y'know?

It's also wild how these two characters are so different from my other muse and yet we're mutuals on both blogs which is another reason you're great at keeping it together! Your fandoms and muses really and expansive which is wonderful!

Another person who I think is amazing and really keeps the community together is @milleansxmort! Such a lovely muse and mun who truly cares about her writing partners and the depth of her muse! I always love seeing them post!

Also, @reverdies! They have so many muses and I see them through so many fandoms I've previously been part of that I see them pop up in so many unexpected places but in an incredibly good way!

Who the FUCK started the thought-process of getting his sons pregnant.

It picks a heavy tome up off of Goldie, who seems to want to turn every book they find into a makeshift house and shrieks in protest when their newest one is taken away. The Corinthian ignores them, shoving the book back into place. Looking at the neatly arranged books, it expects to feel some sense of satisfaction; the feeling of a job well done; something to tell it that spending all this time moving things around wasn't a complete waste of time.

It doesn't.

So it goes.

He gives the last book an extra little nudge like it might help, then glares at it when it doesn't. Lucien's voice flicks off the back of his neck in a lightly-pointed jab. He doesn't feel anything about that, either. Their relationship is--has always been, from what he can tell--adversarial.

@eclipsecrowned

Precious, PRECIOUS vitae… The promise of it is enough to make the near shattering of his delicate eardrums worth it. It’s enough even to settle the raised hairs on the back of his neck and arms: he’d stiffened like a cat the moment D touched him, confused, the sensation lighting him up like lightning crackling between his fingertips. Weird and uncomfortable and invasive and almost nice for a split second if it hadn’t been from Big D and. And.

He should hug Smergles more.

He flaps his hands at D to shoo him, face screwed up like someone sucking a lemo. Or enduring the loudest voice known to man or god right in their ear.

“DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU OVERSIZED ORANGUTAN. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE I’VE BEEN.”

Then, remembering his manners, his blackened hands making grabbing motions at D—

That is himbs friend!!!!!! Victor is friend and pal and bestie!!!!!!

Arya looks at the unfamiliar woman with a soft smile. She is unsure who she is, but Arya is always happy to meet new people. "Hello," She says, in almost a whisper.

“There you are.”

Kurt walks toward his friend and sits next to him, it took a while to find him but he usually does.

Even if Logan doesn’t want to be found.

“Should I ask? Or should I invite you for drinks instead?” He smiles.

( @eclipsecrowned should have a thing so a thing is made, weaved from wyrd and other things. )

[ ϟ ]—– Lips had twisted into a forced sort of curl, the kind of smile that was manufactured by force to obscure the general discomfort thunderer was sensing.

The cold had seeped through bronzed skin, reaching the depths of his very bones, so harsh it was seemingly hardening the marrow within.

' It always unsettling how unaffected you are by all this,' and there was the unavoidable hint of admiration in the tremor of his bass, unwilling as he had been to keep his voice even.

' How much longer are we supposed to wait little one?'