Positivity Meme

Fandom artists. I can't think of many other groups that have brought me as much joy over the years as artists in various fandoms who are kind enough to share their amazing content with the rest of us for free on various platforms. The amount of talent and creativity that's out there is phenomenal & the amount of beautiful art for my fandoms, muses and ships I've seen over the years is just an absolute blessing.

These artists deserve nothing but support and appreciation. With all the negativity in comments and the debates about e.g. ships, it is surprising how many people are still willing to post their passions and I am so very grateful for them. I didn't practice drawing for very long so I can't draw the kind of art I'd like to see even remotely, but there's almost always someone who draws the gorgeous, stunning, funny, sexy thing I wanted to see and posts it online.

The Divine Mother sits silently at her vanity, reflection gazing back at her with indifference. Her hand grips the shell comb tighter, just shy of cracking the handle as she brushes it through her hair. It has always been an uphill fight with her emotions, a storm of conflictions blooming in her chest as she struggles to claw her way back to surface - taking air into her burning lungs.

With a deep breath, Murphy sets the comb down on her table, sitting there as waves crash outside her bedroom window. She closes her eyes, listening to the thudding above, Seafarers slithering back and forth on the deck while following the barking orders of the Philistine.

Then, she feels a hand brush her hair back, and her eyelids fly open. Therein the mirror shows her priestess - Miryam, delicately taking hold of her comb to brush back strands of grey. Her eyes show not love or care, but only reverence. Murphy's throat tightens, hands gripping the hem of her gown.

Her feet meet the ground soundlessly, careful leaps in hurried arches as she follows her companions of the evening. The cats are already down the bridge and she would have been meeting them there by now had she not collided with a tall stranger. Her sword clatters to the ground loudly, a near deafening sound as she flinches at it. A hand comes to her ear in a failed attempt at preventing further tinnitus but her annoyance takes over quicker than the pain. Yunli had been ready to snap something at the stranger but a voice has her pause. Not the strangers, no, his sword. It wails, it rages, it laments, a truly pitiful sound that clenches at her heart. What kind of torture has this man been through that his sword isn't prideful? Her gaze finally meets his, guarded, alert, all she can think about is the sword. "...You're not going to help me up?"

his time aboard the xianzhou was drawing to a close. soon enough another script would arrive. the last few days, however, had passed with a rather unfamiliar kind of quiet. it had not been kafka appearing unannounced or firefly checking up on him. not even silver wolf flooding his phone with messages he would, inevitably, pretend not to see.

it came in the form of a small black cat. he had mentioned the stray in passing to the trailblazer. the cat soon had mysteriously found its way into his arms not long afterward. he suspects he knows exactly who was responsible.

he remembers that around this corner, cats had always gathered here. perhaps it would do the little one some good to meet others of its kind. that had been the idea, at least. the cat seems to disagree, and instead of wandering off, it curls comfortably beside him on the bench. ❛❛  stubborn...  ❜❜

eventually he rises from the bench, hand beginning to lift, intending to coax the feline along when something, or rather someone, crashes directly into him. a quiet groan escapes him. despite her age, she certainly knew how to make an entrance.

his gaze follows the weapon. ❛❛  hanguang ... ?  ❜❜ he knows that craftmanship. he had stood beside its maker, worked beside him, and learned alongside him. his gaze lifts from the sword to the girl before him. hanguang's daughter.

still, she seems rather unconcerned by the fact a notorious criminal is standing directly in front of her. ❛❛  would you even want help ?  ❜❜ the question is genuine. among the countless long-lived people of the xianzhou who had looked 'pon him with disdain, hanguang had never done so. and thus before she can answer, he extends his hand.

Listening to the endless tales of the traveller of Teyvat firsthand had been a rather thrilling experience for the moon goddess. Dangers arising, only for the people to come together and to ward off the terrors that threatened their land, loopholes extending the battles that needed to be faced and won all the same had only increased her wish to travel to another nation to a much greater degree than the initial timetable she had given herself. She had originally planned to give Nod-Krai a few more months of her protection before leaving to explore the world she had once perceived as “rejecting her”, but the itch to breathe in new, vast lands had landed her a much needed conversation with her newfound travel companion, Sandrone.

Naturally, bickering ensued, with both parties determined to figure out what the other wanted out of this travel time. Alas, the result was found in a dice roll. “If the dice lands on a six, we are going to that nation first,” she recounted Sandrone saying, and that six dice roll came when Inazuma’s name had been spoken aloud.

Walking along the long stretch of paths, the moon goddess basked in the beauty of the Sakura trees. They were entirely ethereal, as was the architecture and the culture behind a nation that had been stuck in time for far longer than it ever should have been. But Columbina was not one to judge; the archon of this nation had worked hard to protect the people from then on, meaning duty had been cast back into the right hands. Change was imperative even for the planet, with some having more trouble handing it than others. That’s all she thought about when it came down to remembering the story from this place.

Through the legend of Inazuma retold by the traveller, Columbina had learned that the archon was particularly fond of Dango Milk. After going through a few vendors, she had managed to find the right individual and grab a few bottles, making her first significant stop to Tenshukaku. In her hands rested a bouquet of white lily flowers, placed only at the gate. Rosalyne had died here, which had been a point of contention between Sandrone and Columbina before their initial decision. It was not particularly easy, and part of her had hoped she could gain some sort of understanding behind the reasoning as to why she had to die from the Raiden Shogun herself. Guards had prevented her from moving any further along, repeatedly saying that the public weren’t permitted to enter.

⤏ send me “plots please” … and I’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses!

it's apparently crossovers o'clock in my house but i do think that pollux and lilith would be an interesting duo to throw together.

[speaking directly into the microphone] put mydeimos in a grail war be it an H.SR one or an actual one idc but i think it'd be funny.

How would you describe your favorite OC?

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?

Questions for the mun.

What is your favorite canon muse?

honestly? Kaveh. sorry but I write the hell out of that sad blond man tbqh —

is that self-aggrandizing? yes. do i stand by it? also yes. i fucking love him and doing him justice as a character is my entire goal when i write him.

How would you describe your favorite OC?

'what if buffy summers was a cool desi symph-metal diva?'

What are the trends when it comes to writing that you adore?