#hmrtia

"I trust you won't run off?" This was a huge ask. Something so grand that if anyone else besides Qistina has asked, she would've said no. (But she was given a sincere word Atlas wouldn't act... a fool on this outing.) "I really don't want to tell my mistress that I lost you while doing her this favor. Plus, I still have my own orders to follow. You understand, right?"

|| Send 💕 (or “hearts!” if the symbol doesn’t show up) and I’ll fill out the following for our muses: ||

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

Shipping Interest Check!

Send 💕 (or “hearts!” if the symbol doesn’t show up) and I’ll fill out the following for our muses:

Atlas

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no || we’ve talked about their similarities and sort-of gestured toward friendship, mutual tenderness, and, y’know, ship adjacent things, but haven’t delved into the depths

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun*** || kinda I’m... feeling it... I’m feeling a lot.... || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

***’fun’ also read as ‘deeply emotional and heartwrenching’. they’re two kind souls each carrying their own doubts and burdens in a way which I think could elicit a lot of really wonderful, gentle moments, but also some tasty anguish. the perks of a brooding partner and the fact that, even if not a typical example in half, they’re both soldiers, diametrically opposed.

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a (series) of thread(s) || anything goes

this is less so a necessary series of fully-realized threads and more a long, plotty discussion of how they get from point a to point b in a relationship. I think they’re just such an interesting and deceptively complex pair, it would be nice to establish how they develop from a soft meeting to the maturation of a real romantic bond. I mean I also just love when you yell meta at me for 30 min. so maybe I’m just making excuses for that Good Content

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies (of circumstance) to lovers || mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

Tyrias

Have we discussed shipping before?: yes || no || lmao not even a little. the extent of my knowledge on Tyr is ‘ooh pretty’ and ‘omniscient gate god of power’. oh and ‘my name is nicholas. and i am tyrias. and we are not the same person’

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be... fun?? || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

let’s be real there isn’t a muse in your compendium who I wouldn’t at least go ‘hmmm’ over, and if my usual dynamic for Em is ‘gentle soul + wildly-powerful morally dubious other half’ uhhh the idea of romancing a literal god of power is dialing that up to an eleven out of a possible five. makes my brain hurt to think about; but in a good way! probably. 

very mythological vibes, innit.

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a (series) of thread(s) || anything goes || and the voice uttered unto the world: fuckin’ PLOTTING my boy

anna jónsdottir is an icelandic witch comedian living in england and one of lotor’s best friends in harry potter verse. they’re best known for being a pair of mischief makers who do a ton of shit like this basically thinking up ways to make ignorant people look like total clowns of themselves on camera or on the internet. the two of them are super tight, they even did a video where they switched bodies using polyjuice potion for a week and it’s such a fucking ride, some of the highlights of that video include: anna looking at herself shirtless in the mirror and being “oh my god, i’m hot. why can’t i be this hot on a daily basis?” and lotor saying “you are!” and also, lotor looking directly into the camera on day 1 and saying “i have white privilege now you guys!” anna is also one of the few people on the planet who knows about lotor’s edgy atheist dark magic phase, he figures if they’ve seen each others’ privates he can trust her with the worst part of his life as well.

@deathleads has requested. ╳

SEND FOR MY MUSE TO DIE IN YOUR MUSES' ARMS (ALTERNATE VERSE EDITION!!)

When she was a little girl, Aurora dreamt of flower fields. Untamed and overgrown with endless amounts of color. Every night, she’d roam those grassy knolls, dirtying her dress as she rolled in the dirt, building flower crowns for her to wear, and bossing her sister around. ‘One day, I will be a Queen!’ she would declare. But as she grew older, the field became more tamed. Laid at her feet were cobblestone paths, organized flower beds, and soon enough, a fountain. Instead of being Queen, she wanted nothing more than to be recognized.

A garden built in her name for her to roam long into her golden years of this earth. 

Is it truly bad that she can see the fountain again?

Qistina has been pressing her wound, unable to stop the flow of blood. One who prized the cycle of life and death like a precious stone was gently reassuring her that she would be okay, and that all would be well. Aurora knew much better than that. Behind Qistina and Atlas, she can see her beautiful garden. No, this was Windborne’s grand finale. How fitting.

The Major can’t bear to look down at the fatal wound, opting for a more pleasant crimson within her Mistress’ eyes. She can see the fear and hurt; could she blame The Belladonna? It’s becoming much too difficult to concentrate on anything. Qistina and Atlas’ words are starting to blur together in a fit of panic.

Her breathing is slowing. It is hard to move, but she manages to place her hand on top of Qistina’s. “Stop… Qistina please- Atlas, make her stop.” 

Her grip tightens, attempting to slip underneath the other woman’s palm. She can feel the force on her wound lifting. Though Atlas remains close, her field of vision can only focus on the one person right in front of her. She must’ve been poisoned by this deadly nightshade, for it’s only in Qistina’s arms that she feels safe enough to say, “Qissy, I need you to hold me. I’m scared.”

Tears have begun to stream down her cheeks. Her body rattles and shakes without care. Still, she continues to stare into Qistina’s eyes, mustering her strength, “Sergeant Serrano of South HQ has my last will and testaments. Make sure they’re given to my family.” She pauses. There’s blood in the back of her mouth. She tries in vain to swallow, only for a cough to lay the damage out in full view, “My research… take it. It is yours now. It’s not your field, I know- but you built me. Is it not right for this to be our parting gift?”

One last movement of a hand-painted by her own blood. It brushes a stray piece of hair from Qistina’s face, staining beautiful snow white, as she gently guides her Mistress to come closer. Then as gently as a summer breeze, she pleads in her ear, “Don’t let… don’t let him know… not until it’s all over. He doesn't need to be distracted…”

It’s a promise that perhaps is far too much to ask for, but who could deny the wishes of a dying woman? (It's all well-intentioned. Perhaps Roy will forgive her someday.) From what she can see, there’s a nod in response. Thus, Aurora begins to allow her body to rest. “Thank you.”

"I can’t say we’ve met, but I do know of you, Atlas,” he started, keeping a polite smile, “Your alchemy intrigues me in more ways than one, and I wouldn’t mind learning from you. Though, that’s provided you want anything to do with an Amestrian like me.” To be fair, Roy couldn’t say he blamed Atlas for harboring such sentiment. Amestris had a horrible past with Creta, one he looked to make amends for.