#fatedmuses

📝 : a mutual whose headcanons you always look out for

🔥 : a blog that inspires your creativity

😭 : someone whose writing always hits you emotionally

😊 : a blog that always makes you smile

going to start off strong with you!!! love the random snippets, from books you're reading & games. was fun to talk hades a bit with you & to have someone to commiserate with my struggles upstairs.... that i still have because i have not finished the game or played it in a minute. but shh. beyond that, you're just really kind & fun to talk to! you write your characters so damn well, & i just always love seeing your posts on my dash or any notifications. just, very genuine. <3

also going to say @bladewarde. i know it's been a minute (hope you're doing well & hanging in there), but killi really did take the tried, true, & patented come yell with me & we'll be instant friends route. love the notifications bc it lets me know you're still around, & just know that i miss laera & cannot wait for when (if) you do come back to writing her. & yelling about our kids again. <3

@kowarenaii! you seem genuinely sweet, & like someone that also elevates those around you! plus, love seeing you draw & get back into that - makes me almost want to dust off my drawing pad. you just have an infectious enthusiasm, like getting the scar right in your drawing, that makes me want to celebrate your wins with you.

finally @todrawblood. firstly, this isn't what this is about, but i'll say i saw your graphics update & they look beautiful!!! anyways, mor is another person that, even when the brain worm says you haven't talked to her in too long, it's too late picks up the conversation with open arms, & one of the people that you can tell hypes up the characters on her dash, including lots of ocs which, in a world where they don't get nearly as much love & attention as canons sometimes, is the energy we need. another person that you can tell has a lot of fun on the dash, is very much themselves, & she brings a lot of warmth.

📝 : a mutual whose headcanons you always look out for

@spiritmarking hands down. as an example, i don't know utahime. i don't know the fandom. but i see katya post & i feel like i know her from the headcanon posts. she has a great ability to distil information about the character into readable chunks, so it's also very easy for me to stop my scrolling & read, which i do. i tend to gloss over names of characters of fandoms where i don't go, but you can just tell that she has such a strong grasp of the characters she writes & fleshes them out in new & unique ways. a blog i will always stop & read headcanons for, even for the muses i don't know.

also, it's something i want to do more myself with mine. i feel like (as you can maybe see), i ramble & go off the rails, & there's definitely a place for that, or then i just write 2 memey sentences, & i just think she's found a good sweet spot of presenting information but keeping it relevant & specific to the topic she wants to tackle, & i want to emulate that myself. it feels so organised & approachable.

🔥 : a blog that inspires your creativity

everybody

it's wonderful & sometimes daunting, but everyone i follow really does just bring so much to the table in terms of artistry & character & world building.

that said, will highlight @skyheld because i think they also have really great headcanons & really deep dive into the lore. characters that i think i know, like shianni & merrill, ciri takes & finds new angles to, & for me, it's such a nice reminder that even when a fandom feels saturated or even when you pick up what seems to be a fully fleshed out character, there is a lot more to uncover & unpack (shout out to katie & bishop again, they also do this incredibly well, also to @dreadblaidd for picking up one of the series' mainstays & still uncovering more to him day after day). both of you write across the entirety of the game timeline, & i am never not in awe of blogs that can take the scraps of what we have from the evanuris & build a world from it.

also, related but unrelated, i adore rem. take that credit card, go on the shopping spree. live.

but yeah, see a lot of creativity from ciri & the characters they've made & how they engage with the dragon age lore, & how they always find something new there to play around with.

😭 : someone whose writing always hits you emotionally

i am full on cheating & breaking my one blog per category rule, but i think if one blog deserves it, it's skells @mercysought.

all of the threads i have ever written for & with asharen on val have been so impactful & genuinely stayed with me. val loves asharen, she'd die for asharen, she'd let solas live for asharen (which is an even bigger deal). truly a case of we just threw the blorbos at each other & it almost wrote itself. but half the time writing with or referencing asharen is emotional in some way, & it sometimes takes more out of me to write & make sure i (hopefully) deliver, but i do think it's one of the more powerful dynamics & writing. skells just has such a way with words & juggles many characters with varied backgrounds, also across the dragon age timeline, & still drops banger after banger no matter the pov, & it just hits especially hard with the relationship we've built with these two.

&, in a funnier way, so does karen's! that emotion is just anger, but consistently every time she gets val the maddest she's ever been in her life(TM), & it's never not funny to me. one of the only blogs that really makes her act like a child.

oh what the hell, i've broken the rule i'll keep breaking it.

honorable mentions to quake with val & esha. maybe it's being a sister myself but getting to write sibs that are supportive & struggling & still trying to help each other through that sometimes gets me, & quake is the ruler & sovereign of unprompted asks that will get you in your feelings.

& i just read a thread from bishop that melted val like candlewax. it was very sweet & she's not recovering any time soon.

Galaxia

-Aki the furious

In your eyes, i see stars

Wondering often if you never wonder what to me, you are

My whole world, my universe, mi galaxia,

You are.

Milky way couldn't compare to your pearly whites,

Neither can space do with your dark pearls of sight,

Your smile, a ray of sunshine

The silver lining to my cloud,

Your voice, the sound of rain,

When my mind is being loud.

Lovely, how lovelier you get, everytime i see,

Even just one glance from you, fills my heart with glee.

Countless strings of hope bind me to you,

Like the dark hair on your head,

You're mi galaxia, the first and last thought i have before i find myself asleep in bed.

How beautiful life really is,

You teach me everyday, mi galaxia

For if i was life, you'd be how i was able to exist

You'd be the bane of my reality,

The universus, they say in Latin, but just that, it'd be you and me.

Mi galaxia, how i wish for you to see,

The huntsman -- it's still hard to refer to himself as a huntsman and not a soldier -- pulls his hand away from his shoulder, hissing at the apparent pain of it. His gloves, all of his clothes, really, are black, so he can't see the sheer amount of it spreading from his wound or on his hand.

He can hear his heartbeat, that damned mechanical clicking with its skipped beat to reset. He can hear the blood rushing in his ears. He can hear his dog, probably already sprinting to his side with the medical supplies. But when he hears the voice of his apparent savior, however, he feels the blood still in his ( ever dwindling number of ) veins go cold.

It had to be him. It just had to be him. Damn it.

"T̴h̶a̸-̴a̴n̴k̴ ̷y̴o̶u̷," he says anyway, wincing as the robotic filter inside his respirator glitches and skips. "B-b̸͉̅u̵t̵ ̴I̵'̷m̴ ̵f̴i̵-̴f̸i̴-̸f̵i̵n̵e̸."

He hears the dog barking, even closer now, and he hears her stop, nearby. She's growling. That's the last thing he needs -- he tries to turn his head to stop her, but he hisses when the movement exacerbates the pain in his left shoulder.

" If you are sure, " the druid acquiesced, seating himself on the rough bark of a log across from the fire opposite Gale. He rested his calloused hands on his knees and straightened his spine in a light stretch.

" Still, I do not mind relieving you of the duty if you need to rest at any point in this venture. " He chuckled warmly. " Though, I daresay: I doubt my meals will appeal to the taste buds quite as well as your culinary creations. Even with such minimal supplies. "

Halsin had indeed noted an air of discomfort from Gale in his presence. He could not begin to pin a reason for it, but his manners prevented him from asking. If it somehow escalated and came to a head, he could address it then. For now, he deemed approaching the wizard with respect and levity may prove strategy enough to prevent that.

The double doors to the infirmary do not swing open on their own fast enough as Rook frantically burst inside. He stumbles, catching himself on the edge of one of the beds, empty save for a familiar journal and it's like his entire world tilts; sensation a violent shock to his already weakened body. He can't breath, chest tight and his heart stops for a moment as Rook falls to his knees, a hand clutching the blankets of the bed until his knuckles were white.

No. No, no, no -- "No, no, no." The words are choked out, Rook unaware that he was talking, grief swallowing him whole. His heart went from stuttering to beating hard enough in his chest to burn, lungs impossible to fill with his rapid shallow breaths, trembling under the weight of his own emotions.

Varric was dead, gone, this whole time and Rook didn't even know it. Solas had killed him and then fucked with Rooks mind using blood magic. Rage and despair roiled inside of him in equal measure, warring with one another for control. It's too much, he can't handle this, long overflowing cup shattered on the ground in pieces.

"Has there ever been somethin' you like... wanted to see outside the tower?" The teenager questioned while boredly flipping pages in the book he was supposed to be studying from. He was nestled in the little corner him, Jowan, and Elysia had carved out of the library for studying. He glanced Elysia, signalling the question for her. "Cause you said you've never been outside of the tower, right?"

Approaching the little bed, it is possible to see that the canopy hasn't been completely closed, and it's sheer enough to see a figure laid on top of the blanket inside, not under it. It… looks like a little girl, maybe… about ten? Twelve? It almost looks like she could be asleep, but her chest doesn't rise and fall with normal breathing. Actually... it doesn't move at all. 

The most disturbing thing, aside from her eerie stillness, is that there only appears to be half of her.

Her arms taper down to rough, simple metal fingers that look largely skeletal. No legs at all, and it's impossible to see how much torso she actually has through the simple nightgown she's wearing. But from the shoulders up, at least, she's a mostly-formed little girl, with the doctor's tawny skin and dark hair, long enough to be visibly wavy. Her eyes appear to be closed -- if there's even anything behind those lids, hard to tell. The features are perfectly sculpted, and while she has his complexion and his hair color, the "bone structure" differs from the doctor's just enough to sense the influence of another skeleton in her design.

Before Summer can get too much closer, though, a voice rings out from behind her. It's far more emotional than anyone in the castle has ever heard him be, barring perhaps Salem herself. It's defensive, almost furious. But his face isn't even so much as angry, though it seems he's trying to appear that way. He actually looks… a little frightened.

"What are you doing in here?!"