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@corpsehe​

Unease, oh, unease ― better words may and will fill the void, like trepidation, dread, anxious butterflies forming a tornado around the boy, but the first thought that comes to mind when she approaches is weight from such a small word. It sinks to the bottom like tons in water, and without chains being cut he would’ve been dragged down. He shakes away the thought ― because it’ll nag him forever if he doesn’t, and that’s no way to help himself during the treasure festival ― and he takes a step forward, shaking daring himself to bits.

“ Excuse me, I ― well, that’s obvious, uh.. - Oh ! Did you want to request something? ” ( Isn’t she the gravekeeper? Why don’t you keep wary? Why do you take this route, without caution without standing and not falling? ) ��� Miss Cate ― ” baker at the stand he was helping at in this uncrowded verge of the market, must’ve left him alone, and he shouldn’t be surprised and he ignores this thought too- “ just had to leave- she forgot something at home. I’m standing in her place while she is. ”

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When the child comes stumbling into the store looking around incoherently at the rows of meat, calling out before realizing his presence, Caedis wants to laugh aloud. He adores the child instantly, as the child isn’t put off by him whatsoever, though he does blink at his height, making a point to order whatever he could remember and his own commentary was smart. Caedis has always been fond of kids, remembering how he was looked up to in his own village, and the feeling of nurturing fills him now looking at this child that seems to be one of the orphans living above the restaurant. “Ah, that’s alright if you don’t recall it all, it will take a day or two to fulfill it in entirety so I’ll check in with you when I finish the first part.” He says, smiling at the child, walking over to the register where he notes down the part of the order the boy did mentioned. “Now, what was your name sir, so that I might make a note of the order?” Caedis said, looking up despite still writing, making a point to call the child sir so that he would understand the respect Caedis had for young adults who were hardworking and responsible. “And would you be willing to do me a favor? I have a new dried meat flavor I’ve been working on, would you be willing to test it for me, I would pay you for your feedback?” Smiling at the child while wrapping a box of the dried meat as a treat even if the young man was not interested in the food testing position.

“ Alright, ” a nervous smile is filled with easing comfort, his legs carrying him to the register as well. “ My name? ― Oh, uh ― Ephen Sonne ! But you don’t need to call me ‘sir,’ really. I’m still just.. basically a child. ” He holds payment from Eymtri in his hands, the coins dancing and jolting within.

“ Huh? Oh, uh, I wouldn’t mind trying it out. ― ” He stops himself from adding any more- he does need want the money, even if he’d do the task for free in another situation.

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@hazukinokami

Thursday afternoon and Ephen’s newest task is barely saved- with the appearance of another very, very known figure ascending the stairs, he could never be more grateful at his small luck. Really, thank god- he would’ve dropped his latest market goods if he hadn’t seen him. He does sort of drop them- well, rather, he sets them on the ground and rushes off ( possibly a bad idea ) - but better that than being surrounded by four siblings attempting something he can’t do.

Also, this is one of his dads we’re talking about, and he would absolutely never pass up the chance to at least greet him.

“Oh-- dad, can you come over? Everyone else wanted to bake sweets, but- ... ” But he never really learned to bake any. ( He tried. )

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@caediscruorvampirebutcher​

“Ah, uh ― sorry, the shop’s open right now, right? Or... er...”

Oh, wait. He’s there. Ephen’s blind, obviously. ...On second thought, hold that assumption, because the butcher in question is much, much taller than him. He probably should’ve at least noticed him in the rows of meat, but.. ah, geez, there was no fretting about it now. He had orders to ask for, only doubled with the festival nearing.

“Eymtri wanted to request for.. er..... Pork.. Butterfly? And... something else. Sorry, uh― I think he wanted that and whatever you would suggest.” One beat. He really isn’t good at juggling so many different orders to different shops at once, but he’ll learn with time. “He didn’t give a specific amount, so either he was rushed or he meant he wanted a lot. Probably both.”

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“And what are you planning with all those feathers?”

“PUT THAT POTION DOWN OR SO HELP ME!”

“If the pixies don’t get you, the centaurs will.”

“I love romantic walks in the moonlight to the tune of screaming crickets.”

“C’mon snake, let’s rattle.”

“I hope the chickens punish you.”

“You got me. Why do you need a bucket of honey, a barrel of mead, and one Slime?”

“You made that goblin cry.”

“Oh, you did not just say that.”

“Hold on, what exactly am I promising?”

“It’ll be our secret.”

“Put it back.”

“Is that a threat?”

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@unscriptedfates

In front of Ephen’s face is a brief rain cloud, lower than the sky would want it to be— but it showers water for a few moments, and then it vanishes as quickly as it had appeared. The Golden Rose doesn’t feel the brunt of the rain, the flower having taken it all in, but there are some that turn an eye towards the boy holding said pot when he enters. He doesn’t focus too much on them, though— they’re customers, and at least one of the two people he expects to meet on his way up or one of his siblings’ll probably know how to handle their needs. Five steps away from the stairs, he lifts the box off the wagon cart, only to stop midway and lower it before its weight can crush him — he’d rather not die this early, would rather not drop anything and make a mess in front of the stairs or on the restaurant. ( It’s getting more and more crowded by the day- and with the festival, clutter would make everything worse. )

Seeing a familiar face nearby distracts him for just a bit, though. ( Yeah. Totally. Nevermind the flower seeds and the ingredients and all, and everything else. Ah, geez, sure. )

“ Hey―Dad ! I haven’t seen you in a while.. ! ” Well, truth be told, he probably hadn’t just seen him since the morning or yesterday, but.. still, that was a while. ( Not as long as three years before, at least. )

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“Eymtri’s place is... uh... pretty..... not pretty safe.” He’s seen fights from afar in the inn and had to clean up after the aftermath, but having to hide in one of the back rooms to avoid any injury was.... not fun, and not usual either. ( It’s pretty unnerving ! )

“Can we just agree to ― you know, uh- not fight so often in the inn?” He’d say ‘or the Tavern’ if they didn’t seem to be handling it a thousand times better. With all the damage Eymtri’s had to face, it really doesn’t seem like it’ll shine brightly enough during the Treasure Festival.

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     ➜ Ephen Sonne has been accepted!

Welcome to Dahlthir, Naya/Junieve! Your application for Ephen Sonne has been approved. You’ll have 5 days to turn in your blog to the masterlist. If you need more time, you can send us a message!

The character portion of the application can be found under the cut. I love all the development that Ephen undergoes through his background. So much happens and I can feel the gravity of each event from his father’s disappearance to his mother’s death. I’m so sad. He worked so hard for his family and his mother. I wish things didn’t end like that aaa. I hope he can eventually let go of all those walls around him. I hope he can live a better life!!

P.S I love his horse. 

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im in

hello !! i’m naya or juni(eve) but i don’t have a preference. uhhhhhhhh hm. i don’t have much about myself fHFV i’m young and down to splat and rp (which is why i uhhh reserved a second oc spot. yeaa..... yea) i don’t rp ocs often, but i honestly had to aand now we’re here!

sooo while we’re at it, feel free to like this post for a starter!! capping at 4-5 for now. school and other stuff are ongoing so i’ll be a bit slow but i’ll try my best !!

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                           My MOTHER was a   ☀  𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒  𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇 ☀                                       every day was a dream come true                    She said that we were blessed by the breath deep inside us                                She could make the colors in the sky turn blue

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yatta?? yatta !!

italics ??? link ,

bold !!

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little pond where I grew up

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                                                      Hey, God…                                                     if you’re there,                                            my life has really sucked.                                          So please, for once, let me                                                have a sweet dream.

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hey how done are you with theme coding

done as fuck