#&& ; 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃.

[thekysrec]

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already answered, but here’s some more.

[dawnbrst]

He's pouting in his little devil costume as he looks up at Diluc. "Why can't I hide in the hay bales and scare people. It's the spooky month!" >:C

@themcst

arms folded over his chest as diluc gave a disapproving frown , brows scrunched .

" because half of the people on the property are elderly and i don't want you causing heart attacks . " he explained .

[frostise]

🐠 why i love (or hate) this hobby

🦄 the best thing that's happened to me in roleplay this year

🖼 my favorite types of characters

𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀����𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘   ┇   accepting ♡

🐠 why i love (or hate) this hobby

5 reasons why i love this hobby:

i get to interact with passionate writers who love their muse to the heavens above!! i genuinely love seeing that on my dash because it inspires me to write when i'm suffering from writer's block and it also helps boost my creativity ^^

i think my writing got better?? ngl i'm still trying to find my own writing style and be flexible about it but i'm just glad most of my moots like the way i write since that's like my number one struggle when portraying frost

i like that you mutuals are really patient with me!! even when i'm gone for long periods of time due to my personal life and i haven't replied to a thread or a ask. that takes the pressure off my shoulders A LOT so i thank you all because my writing really does flow better when i take my time ♡

the amount of engagement i get when people send anons or my mutuals sending IC one-liners from prompt/meme and leaving a nice comment to brighten up my day on a OOC post. little things like that make me twice as excited to roleplay on here

when i see someone who struggles with anxiety interact with me. i mean, i suffer from social anxiety so i know it's really hard to talk to newer muns for the first time but it makes me super happy to see my mutuals are getting comfortable interacting OOC

🦄 the best thing that's happened to me in roleplay this year

the best thing about my year was that more people wanted to interact with my version of KF even when she strayed away from canon. it's good to see everyone here is open to my interpretation of frost without being too judgemental about it because i changed certain things in her canon that didn't suit my taste as much. oh, and the fact nobody takes it personally when frost is being a total asshole because i always worry about offending someone irl but i'm 100% glad that never happened 😭😭

🖼 my favorite types of characters

i always lean into the villains more than the heroes. that's not to say i have a distaste for heroes or anti-heroes because i do love them!! but i'm always pulled into the dark side because villains are so real to me?? don't get me wrong because i'll NEVER excuse their actions but it's how they interact with their environment or other people in their life that's so fascinating to watch. plus, their overall aesthetics and fashion taste is so good for no reason.

i also noticed that my favourite characters tend to be blue and sexy with a cold personality. take widowmaker for example because apparently that's my type of woman to main on a video game and she's got sm KF vibes it's unbelievable to me.

[insurged]

🎙️ can u rank ur muses into the most to least likely to be called babygirls

most likely: gojo, zhongli, hawks, hanzo maybe likely: wriothesley, grimmjow, cross, knives least likely: madara, benimaru, garou, muzan, higuruma, vincent, wesker

[mirrorsofwar]

I dunno if you noticed in the delta screenshots but did you see where they positioned the health and stamina bar when Snake was on the branch and when he was firing his weapon against kgb troops? I love that especially when developers go the extra mile to account what players will want to see in certain situations; same with the codec and camo index being real time depending on which play style you pick. don't know why this is making me glee but it makes me appreciate it. LIKE A LOT.

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃. ( accepting always ;v; ) // anon !!

I DID AND I'M HONESTLY SO EXCITED BC I LIKE THESE QOL CHANGES. especially with the easy camo change. 🙏 the game cannot come soon enough.

[ttsukiimi]

would you ever write for ino?? (jjk) also love your writings 🫶🏻

Ughh actually I love him sm idk how I haven’t written for him yet😭 but yes I would, tsyymm 🫶🏾💕

[kaehdeh]

┃ anonymous ⸻ Not to be weird or anything but are you and Avalon dating? or just really close friends? From a outside perspective it looks you guys are with how you are acting around each other.

okay, so let me be very clear we are NOT DATING and nor do i have any interest in avalon like that.  this question has been asked before and i get how it can seem like that but no we are not.  we are just the best of best friends, avalon is somebody that i never thought i was privileged to have in my life. i gave up on the idea of having a best friend all together until 2 years ago. one gifset changed it all.  i appreciate this question being asked in a better manner then the stuff i had to deal with of people shipping us together which in its own is weird and makes things uncomfortable. ( DO.NOT.SHIP.IRL.PEOPLE ) thank you for your question anon.  we now go back to the regular kazuha shenanigans 

[motheruin]

He didn't know how to approach this one.

She kept her distance, in general, anyway, but in combination with her naturally unsettling aura and her performance on the field of battle, Dimitri found himself...hesitant.

Still, he reminded himself with a short, reassuring breath, it was a task that needed to be done, and she deserved her due as much as any other.

"Excuse me...er...sister-mother? Lady Eremiya." A good start. He grimaced, turned the frown into an awkward smile. "I wanted to thank you, for fighting for the Lions. You had your choice, and you could have fought for another house - you have my gratitude, you strength was invaluable."

He had seen what the woman had done, had said to Edelgard. It twisted his gut into knots, the imagery she was hearkening, but he stifled his discomfort a moment longer.

"I know that we did not secure the victory overall, but I hope that, should you choose to compete in the future, that the Blue Lions would once more appreciate to have your strength by our sides."

DESPITE THE PREDETERMINED FATE SET BEFORE HER, the bishop was all but numb to the force in which the eagle had knocked her back with. in truth, the ache does not settle beneath her skin until she is far from the battlefield, silent in the face of raised banners, gentle as she handles herself without either guide or nurse. light splits from each wound, flickering through the grime and blood until it tucks itself safely under the broken skin to mend it overhead alike a blanket above a mattress.

eremiya hears him above the thrum of light magic in her ears, not as kind to the clumsiness of his words; repetitive and awkward. all she wishes to stray from as of the battle's resolution. to announce this distrust, as pledging her allegiance in blue was merely the means to an antagonizing end, she does not startle nor bristle, intent on cleaning herself rather than offering companionship.

invaluable strength, yes?

"it did not matter in the end, did it?"

crushing the wings of a house leader to mock the existence of others?

eremiya rises to stand, her gaze dark with an unfaltering apathy when she meets his eyes. raspy and drawling, she utters through a statue's pursed lips, "your gratitude is unnecessary, boy. i did not compete for sport nor thrill. it was simply obligation." as all things are. the existence of the hero-king, clad in blue, meant blending into his footsteps and cape until she found enough satisfaction to forget the apparitions. and she had not.

the boy is given a slow blink, a curt onceover, before the bishop pities him with, "the blue lions are desperate little things, inept in battle." children swinging toys about and wearing paper crowns. "i will stand within your ranks for as long as necessary." because promising a longer, fuller term allows the possibility of trust, and that is not a luxury neither she nor he can spare.

whether he be an awkward prince or a distrustful one, she reads the tense curl of his lips with a voice of her own and, thus, leaves him to wallow in his thoughts.

[argentarrogance]

[ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender pats receiver’s hair

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 || @magnetic-regent-magneto × ] acceptingㅤ➠ ㅤ Magneto

[ Location: Somewhere between the walls of X-MANSION. ]

Digital time had no weather here just kind of tock and tick reminding of passing minutes. Within frame reduced to a stoop of slouched spine elbows nest upon restless knees of sitting figure beside the bed. Two-finger rub of his own temple awakened deeps of frost-bound complexion within habitually respected practice. In that very bed laid someone whose condition stabilized and the longer Pietro watched motionless lids of familiar face the more apparitions surfaced out of the recesses of his unconscious. [ Son of M, Magnusson, Quicksilver ] -- unwanted titles kept coming back like a whip of wisp. It took weeks and more weeks to shake pattern of his father's trail off of him, and despite all this time and efforts he wasn't quite done yet. Strands long and loose, colorless in their crystalline pigment silvering between taping fingertips. Moonlight would make skin even paler. Instead of wind they tousle in the pillow, an image uncharacteristic of Master of Magnetism. Perhaps from what he saw it was easier to become reflected inward, let thoughts flow, and dream of things that were not meant to be. Maybe in another world where Erick never abandoned them, where they and next of kin grew together as a family and not unit. Brotherhood initiated commando operations full of blood and danger, with a rigidly puritanical outlook overshadowing very existence of homo-sapiens. He himself shared such cloud of judgment for a while too, but not for long. And once again he got exposed to a living triangle where each step reminded of a life they could have had. Now Pietro found brims of his lip corners curling downward.

Soft filaments luster in gentle sheen under the touch of slowness reduced in two shakes ... similar, almost identical to his own, yet different.

Wanda changed. Lorna changed. I changed. Will Magneto ever change?

Upon sighting the first sign of fluttering lashes -- mien of argent quickster changed immediately and hand retreated back in its austere simplicity; dodging jump of temper from being made incandescent by an electric current.

' Greetings, father. '

Pietro's gift of the gab was unceremonious in its stillness, '' Stay where you are; that's the best you can do. '' - you're not fully healed.

'' Don't take my presence as exorbitant sentiment, this is the first and last time I'm grabbing your cloak for reason other than to make you a codfish. '' - but pulling from the ocean. '' Gather your strengths, Magneto, I'm positive the X-men shall provide you enough of good care you don't deserve, '' an exhale that came from his side was rather unsurprising assuming how strained their conversation was no matter the situations or timings, '' but if I hear you're being trouble ... I'll come back in time to make sure rubber bullet won't strike off its trajectory. ''

For Magneto to be capable arranging normal relationship with his son he had to confront his own demons from past, now wasn't the time for that and Pietro knew it. After leaving his warning behind being dashing man he always is it does not take long for him to stand up and walk towards doors and to his exit from the room.

[thekysrec]

6.

[ruinakete]

♡ // the pitch is fun as hell lets fuck up a perfectly good kid queen

WHAT WOULD OUR MUSES' CHILD BE LIKE?・accepting!

THEY WILL KNOW HIM AS THE SILENT SUCCESSOR.

"yeah, I've seen him around the town square before. I just... ah, I wouldn't advise approaching the boy. he doesn't respond well to... uhm, anything really. my daughter tried to befriend him the other day and he hadn't said a word to her, just glared at her from beneath his hood. hm, we cannot deny our services to him, though, as he pays well for a number of our items." ━━━ VILLAGEWOMAN STOREOWNER, about ???

IN-GAME PROFILE,

CLASS: Fell Child

VERSION: specializes in TOMES, emphasizing MAGIC growth and high RESISTANCE, though not yet unlocking the ability to transform and utilize BREATH weapons

DESCRIPTION.

the last son of Lord Sombron, Zephia's biological offspring though fathered by her partner, Denning. while he prefers silence to the bustling commotion of social settings, it is not uncommon to find him traversing through a village or two to complete a task from his mother. however, be wary upon approaching him, as the only language he knows is that of bared teeth and the unrecognized effects of solitude. he, too, has taken to following in the silent image of that who he knows his father to be.

APPEARANCE,

as a child of Sombron, his strongest genes are those of his biological father's. bone-white hair that is often trimmed just above his shoulders, parted only in his bangs. daily, he braids the front side-tresses and lets them grow longer than the rest of his hair. his eyes, unlike both his mother and father, are a pale golden glow, more alike the irises of Denning, though there is no trace of blood shared between the two. there is a lack of Mage Dragon blood in him and, thus, he was born without horns, though he frequently wonders about which shape of horns would look best on him.

apparel is a factor of appearance he took to Denning to follow as example. cloaks and hoods are his preferred, even inside the safety of his home. many assume that it is because of the wealth of knives that can be hidden under the cloth but, in truth, it is simply because it keeps him warm. by gathering his cloak and robes around him, his unnaturally high body temperature heightens and allows him to sleep peacefully in colder weather; with his house being high up in the mountains, this proves more than useful.

to the surprise of his parents, he was born with an unusual birthmark on his cheek, one that startled Zephia nearly into a blind rage. though the anger came from the memory of a Hound under her care, whom she abandoned for motherhood, her son assumed that the fury was because of its ugliness and, thus, he holds his head at an odd tilt whenever he does not have a hood, always facing his parents with his bare cheek rather than his marked one.

PERSONALITY,

highly aggressive and volatile; it does not take much to ignite his penchant for blood. however, he is unsure where this rage comes from, uncertain if his lack of control is strong enough to cause such a reaction. thus, to keep from snapping at others, he does not speak. after watching how easily Denning yields to his mother, he has followed the same pattern in the hopes of appeasing her. if someone as great as Denning is susceptible to Zephia's words, then it must mean that her words are truth. and the truth is what he listens to.

likewise, the lack of social contact for most of his younger years has detached him fully from the world. when a human approaches him, he is unsure of how to properly react. the paranoia of his true bloodline being revealed startles him into silence, awkwardly standing in place until the human leaves him be. if not, he retaliates with anger, shielding his fear until it shapes itself into a weapon.

beneath Denning's teachings, he has learned curiosity and frequently asks his father to answer plenty of his questions. Denning is an inspirational figure to him, so he took to mimicking his mannerisms until they became a comfort. thankfully, Zephia seems to not mind this habit, else she'd have locked her son away until he forgot who her partner was.

HOUSEHOLD DYNAMIC,

there is no question that the head of the household is Zephia, with her son second in the hierarchy and, Denning, at the bottom. however, time has made this hierarchy of power well-known throughout the family and none wish to divert from it. despite this, Denning still hopes to have a part in his son's life, no matter how little of a presence this is. to him, his duty is that to protect his son.

as a result of the submission of Denning to Zephia's mindset, their son has no person he can confide in when the pressure of home begins to burden him. his blood as Sombron's last son must be kept secret from the rest of the world, lest the Fell Church and bad, bad dragons try to take him away from his mother; as were her words, and he wholly trusts her, no matter if he has yet to hear of another dragon that is not her.

he is a Fell Dragon and, thus, should adhere to the lessons and rusted tomes Zephia sets before him, but always, always, he cannot help but bend easier to the gentle teachings of Denning's lord. he has seen neither Sombron nor Nergal, but soon, he thinks, he will have to choose one to give his servitude to. but for now, the thought scares him, and he is fine with the weight of two expectations heavy on his shoulders.

QUOTES,

??? about DENNING:

"my father..." a pause, silence would fill throat for a moment until he swallowed it and turned his cheek, "he is not around often, but i miss him a lot. his cloak is... i made my own copy."

??? about ZEPHIA:

"mother does all she can for me and yet, i cannot help but feel like i... i am not enough... but she loves me. she tells me everyday, once i finish my work. as long as i turn my cheek." his bottom lip trembled. "she will only kiss the bare one."

ZEPHIA about ???:

"he has a long way to come, in many aspects of who is he. when i teach him about the history of the fell church, he does not retain much of the information." a sigh, her gaze became dark. "but he speaks of a lord nergal, though he will not reveal where he heard this name. no worries, i will make him."

ZEPHIA about DENNING:

"he is useful, though hardly receptive to the affection i offer him. handling him has become difficult, but i'd hate to rid him when my son is still so young. hm-hm, time will do it for me."

DENNING about ???:

"this child is to be 'cared' for." written as easily as the want forms in his mind. "so long as he will have me, that will be my calling."

DENNING about ZEPHIA:

curt, but not assertive. "allow me to have purpose in this."

[frostise]

🚙 the one thing i will never do in roleplay

𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘   ┇   accepting ♡

the number one thing i will never do is pressure someone into doing something they don't want to do. this includes force shipping, rushing replies IC or OOC, using guilt tripping as a manipulative tactic, demanding a mun's socials and basically just forcing unwanted concept ideas onto people?? yeah, it's an instant red flag for me and this type of toxic behaviour will result in a hard block with zero hesitation.

[insurged]

i log in and gojo's cake on my dash ohhhhhhhhhh

is karin in heat for him already? it's ok, he's got you.

[emblemartyr]

EMMERYN ( INSERT MIDDLE NAME ) LOWELL, has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery's Town !

#EMBLEMARTYR ━━━ private roleplay blog for Emmeryn of Fire Emblem: Awakening ( FE13 ); interpreted & loved by Barely ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with The Officers Academy as a townsperson and organization founder.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Emmeryn being written after the canon events of Awakening, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in her posts is highly possible, as she specifically comes from her respective paralogue after a critical canon event which shapes her current interpretation. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be #awakening spoilers to avoid them.

unlike my other two muses, Emmeryn lives in the town of the monastery as a kind, yet quiet neighbor to those who reside there. upon having her housing papers admitted without struggle, she decided to rent out an empty building and use the treasury she'd been given to fund an organization for royals and nobles of any age to get advice and assistance with their etiquette and handling civil affairs, which she remembers easily.

after the events of Awakening, and known to those who saved her in her paralogue, Emmeryn suffers from a multitude of injuries that have changed her as a person. there are physical conditions, like her limp, unconscious twitching / trembling, and rapid blinking. and there are non-physical conditions, like her amnesia, hindered speech, and periodic headaches. I will not allow any heavy IC or OOC jokes about any of these unless spoken of beforehand. the way I treat Emmeryn is very careful and I'd become uncomfortable if her conditions were made fun of. in a softer note, there are a few social norms she does not remember and will need to be reminded of in certain situations.

similar to the above bullet, Emmeryn does speak slowly, in half sentences, pronounces certain letters and words wrong, and pauses a lot to formulate her thoughts. this will not change for a long, long time, as in the years after her paralogue, she hasn't recovered much from the incident. if your muse will belittle or mock her for her verbal inconsistencies, tell me beforehand so I can consider whether they should interact or not. just long enough for me to become fully comfortable with her narrative voice as a muse.

unless your muse has known her before her arrival or is currently enrolled under her organization, then they do not know that Emmeryn was the former Exalt of Ylisse, as this is not something she shares for the hope of starting over completely with strangers outside of her profession. on the note of her organization, let me know if your muse would approach her for it! you have to be a noble for the political classes but anyone can take her etiquette courses.

additionally, a frequent NPC that you will hear mentioned or referenced in her interactions is Langston, who is the caretaker that was deployed to Regna Ferox to tend to her. he is important to her reasoning for being here but will not be able to speak with your muse unless the thread or interaction calls for it and we have discussed it prior. yes he is pretty and twenty-seven and shy and blonde-adjacent and I have a crush on him, next question

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORTS PAGE.

TAGS.

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ the immortal light that beckons a kingdom forward ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ falling is trusting that the world will catch you ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ let us fill in the gaps of memory with those anew ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ kindred smile and soul; offering all she is and was ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood cannot ever forget ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the daughter known by her gentle hand ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ is love not simply the strength of both kin and stranger ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ a promise to never erase ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

♚ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

[ttsukiimi]

hi!! where do you find the hentai panels that you use for your headers?

Mm I usually use google, buttt sometimes the results are weird so I resort to Twitter instead!

[pnksnper]

【 * ♡ . @enshijou sent a text ! ➝ the promenade paving the way to paulownia mall was softly illuminated by the pale pink blossoms of the neighbouring trees with the sunlight slowly fading to become another twilight bloom. gentle rays of yellow and lavender paint themselves on the leaves and petals, signalling the approach of colder seasons. inside was the respite that a retail lover sought. hours of entertainment before one’s very eyes, should it be spent through browsing through aisles and swatches of clothes and cosmetics, pressing buttons and hearing the chimes of a victory fanfare in succession at the arcade or little groups of colleagues, college students and friends congregating for another round of karaoke in a darkened room brightened with disco lights and their song. certainly not an easy thing to do, sharing your melody with the chance of complete strangers being able to hear its unique rendition. how beautiful is it that the world can be united in song. a shared love, a kindred passion. overhead, a magnificent fresco detailing the universe and its innate secrets, a resonance that can not be merely dismissed or dissuaded from being important. something was missing, but what ? as he was temporarily caught once more by reverie, by the plume of multicoloured water sat a familiar face. ❛ yukari – chan ! ❜ from the first floor, he called out her name and offered an enthusiastic wave before descending the staircase to join her. ❛ it’s good to see you. i hope I’m not interrupting anything or disturbing you. if you prefer your own company at the moment, i completely understand. however, i must confess that I’m very sorry for what happened. i truly hope there are no ill feelings or misunderstandings between us. ❜ ❛ if you would allow me, i’d like to make it up to you. is there anything you need or came in for today ? i hear that they are selling some charms that I think would be the perfect addition for your phone ! somehow, they have been able to get the really rare charm that can only be won from the claw machine. my schedule is entirely free and it would be my pleasure to do what you would like. is it true that there might be some new shops opening soon ? ❜ ( it begins !!! i apologise if i have sent to the wrong blog ! friendship time... 🥺💐🫂 )

FINALS , ARCHERY PRACTICE , SHADOW HUNTING ... it was all too much for her to handle ! ugh , she could already feel the stress acne start to form just from thinking about it all . nothing a run to paulownia mall couldn't fix ! right ?! certainly some light shopping would help take her mind off of it for little while . oh — but her wallet was for sure going to hurt after all this ... whatever ! this trip was desperately needed , and besides she'll just make it back when they went through tartarus again . once the bell rang , yukari took right off . stealthily passing through busy halls , and eventually their school's gate . it shouldn't take too long to get there from here , just a little ten or fifteen minute walk ( in the cold ) . once she walked inside , yukari headed towards the seats right by the water fountain . her whole body was FREEZING , no way could she focus shopping like that . while she took her brief break , a familiar voice called out to her . and almost immediately , the girls head peered up just to see the newest addition to her class . ' oh hey , ryoji-kun ! what's up ? ' yukari questioned .

' i almost forgot about that , but don't worry about it . that's in the past . thanks for apologizing though , ' yukari accepted his apology . huh , so that's what he wanted ! just to hang out ... and make it up to her . that wouldn't be so bad , ' to be honest , i don't really need anything , i kinda just came to look around and maybe buy a few things . ' the archer admitted with a slight shrug . ' butttt , since you're wanting to make it up to me , you can tag along . i'd really love to see those charms you're talking about . '