#/ * interactions.

[ishikaxmehra]

Ishika let out a low laugh at that last part, swirling the last bit of her drink. “Day four: you storm the boardroom in combat boots and shut the whole thing down. I’d pay to see it.” Her gaze softened a little. “You’re right though. ‘Deserve’ is messy. It’s like chasing smoke—feels real until you try to hold it.” She let the words hang for a beat, then added, “Still doesn’t stop us from wanting answers. Even when we know better.”

She leaned forward slightly, her voice quieter now. “That line you mentioned? Between making an exception and someone earning one? I think it only feels clear until someone important blurs it. And by the time you realize it, you’re already stepping over it.”

Then, with a half-smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes: “But hey, if you're ever in the mood to bankrupt an industry, let me know. I make a decent enforcer when human decency needs backup.”

Elisa caught the contradiction in Ishika's words, recognizing the truth she'd rather avoid. "People walk away for plenty of reasons—fear, self-protection, whatever makes the nights easier to get through." The social worker in her brain categorized and sorted these justifications automatically. "Deserve answers? That's a loaded word. Nobody 'deserves' anything in this world, good or bad. We just get what we get." She shifted uncomfortably at being called out. "Yeah, if I stuck to my rules, we wouldn't be talking about this at all ... you got me there." 

That observation really hit home. "Making exceptions versus someone earning one ... that's a fine line. Makes me think of all those women who come to my houses thinking their partners have 'earned' another chance." Rules existed for reasons grounded in real consequences. "The problem is, who decides what 'earned' means? Where's that line?" She grimaced at the thought. "Funny that you think I'd be good at running an insurance company. Those places are built to deny help, not give it. I'd probably bankrupt them in a week." The image amused her. "First day: everyone gets their claims approved, second day: mandatory empathy training, third day: board members calling for my head." She shook her head. "Though honestly? Watching suits squirm while I explained basic human decency might almost be worth it."

[asksprunkiestvineria]

...so you don't know me, but Simon's asked me to ask you to meet him for a dinner.

@grillintimesforall

( Also, @asksprunkiestsimon )

10 thousand years later, and here I am. I was originally intending to make a full on drawing, but I got caught on other asks that I needed to do before this one. I guess have a non-drawn answer?? Vineria didn't even bother to open the door, she didn't want to terrify the anon by her miserable appearance, and so she answered from behind the door. "A.. dinner, huh..? mm.. I.. guess I could come.. do you happened to know why he invited me to one?"

[myonlyangel13]

Absolutely speechless.🥹

I can’t thank you all enough for this. Seeing your appreciation for something that I make is so unbelievable and just amazing. You have no idea how much this all means to me. If 8 year old me knew how many people appreciated her, she would cry in disbelief. Seeing this right now, just wow. Thank you❤️

All my love to you💋

[pressure-thechasm]

"Hi, Jett!! How ya doooiinn'? :)" -Void Ruby

" ..Oh. Void. Uh " " Now isn't the best time "

@voidruby

[ishikaxmehra]

Ishika’s lips curled into a slight smirk, her fingers lightly tapping against the side of her glass. “Then it’s a good thing you didn’t,” she replied smoothly, her tone carrying the same measured ease Amara had offered. “Truth has a way of ruining perfectly good conversations.” She let the silence linger a beat before leaning in just enough, her voice dropping. “But you’re right—nothing about me is accidental. Not even the parts meant to mislead.” Her gaze held steady, steady enough to match that unspoken challenge. “Question is… are you looking for answers, or just watching to see how the pieces move?”

Amara didn’t answer right away, letting the ambient noise fill the air between them all the while her eyes began following Ishika’s glass as it lowered once more. Then, with a faint exhale through her nose, she leaned back slightly in her seat. “I figured as much,” she said, her voice low and even. “Still—worth asking.”

Her fingers traced the rim of her own glass as she continued, gaze flicking toward the stage, then back again with a sharper focus. “People don’t wear things like that by accident. Ring or not, it says something—even if it’s just playing a part.”

She paused, studying Ishika’s expression. There wasn’t accusation in her voice, not really. Just a quiet challenge, wrapped in something close to curiosity. “Don’t worry,” she added, one corner of her mouth twitching upward in something that wasn’t quite a smile, “I wasn’t expecting the truth. That’d be far too easy.”

[giselle-archive]

@limalatina: Dios los cría y ellos se juntan.

You've said this before so I know this means birds of a feather flock together. And you're not wrong.

[yes7erdays]

❛⠀ that’s not — don’t make that face! i’m immune, so go try that look on someone else, miss smith,⠀ ❜⠀ she says, adjusting the lapels of her rumpled trench coat. her students show up to class more put together than this, but it is not like she had any time for niceties, not with the entire pub shouting and hollering when the judge disqualified her from the game.⠀ ❛⠀ his answer was wrong! and so is wikipedia, by the way. pulling up wikipedia as a source... of all the stupid things i've heard today, that got the cake!⠀ ❜

starter call. I @chloevlinder

[amareillmare]

@lordblacktyde The Lord of Il Mare had accompanied the Royal Family, his family, to Valtolia for better or potentially worse. He'd made a promise to Aurelius that this trip would be one of decompress after the king assumed that Amare remained too high strung regardless of this new era of peace.

ALLEGED new era of peace. Even as he stood among the intermingled people of all the nations, he remained with a fluke in his hand, passing glares to those around him as if he was just waiting for malice of one of the foreign powers to finally give...

As he finally turns, he finds himself standing face to face with the Medesi Master of Coin. An acquaintance for years at this point in his life; one he found enough joy in to actually crack a smile.

"Lord Blacktyde. So you've traveled here as well? A pleasure to see another familiar face from home. How have the days been treating you?"

[loveless-actone]

Era fato o que ela dizia, pois ele mesmo já esteve na pele de algum desordeiro somente porque não sabia mais o que fazer, antes de focar em sua religião. Há muitos anos Kadaj não sabia o que era displicência e, embora atualmente tivesse que ser o oposto disso independente do que fosse, não conseguia fugir de seus primórdios em determinados momentos, quando ainda era mais desenvolto por influência de seu pai. Ele lembrava de já ter sido muito aventureiro, mas isso morreu junto do último laço consanguíneo que teve afeição pura. Agora, diante de tamanho caos, o que era ele saindo da linha por breves instantes? Mesmo que para sentir nem que fosse uma singela emoção, seja esta qual fosse. O ato de fazer uma sutil reverência a ela, gesticulando com uma das mãos, foi também um ato de deboche. Não tinha capacidade de retrucar o que quer que fosse, já que não negaria nunca sua fidelidade aos Essaex. Não possuía ninguém com quem se importava e tampouco ligava para os outros, então por que diabos interessaria ao mesmo se acham que ele pensa ser parte da realeza? Muito pelo contrário, adorava ver o semblante de indignação da maioria. Nem dois segundos depois deu um gole muito generoso do amargo líquido, saboreando como se estivesse no céu - e não sentia nada demais, era o puro hábito.

Com a constatação de Nyxara, Kadaj passou a lhe encarar um pouco mais, denotando sua irritação momentânea ao proferir a retórica. Mas no instante em que processou a fala, imediatamente viu a movimentaçao dela e sentiu, nos próximos milésimos de segundo, o ardor na boca, bem como o baque lhe fez pendurar-se na cadeira por um breve momento até colocar o peso de seu corpo para a frente, assim impedindo que caísse. Uma das mãos fora direto ao rosto, como se tentasse segurar a dor que crescia na região, enquanto a outra segurou firme na mesa de madeira para manter o equilíbrio. Muitas coisas supreendiam Kadaj de forma tão eficaz, mas nada o preparou para a reação de Nyxara, tampouco soube reagir a ação da mesma. Seu olhar não hesitou ao erguer na direção do oceano em írises, tão imponentes quanto os de uma fera, e o soldado só conseguiu esboçar um largo sorriso vermelho diante dela. O riso que saiu posteriormente foi um detalhe em consequência, afinal, ainda estava no torpor de seus pensamentos. "Jamais iria imaginar que alguém como você é tão obediente." Foi o que teve vontade de proferir após sentir o sabor do sangue nos lábios. Apesar de não ter desviado o olhar dela, sabia que estavam sendo observados, mas era interessante demais aquela cena para que se importasse com outros olhos. Por fim, ajeitou a postura na cadeira mais uma vez, passeando a língua vez ou outra nos dentes, ainda inteiros, e na boca para limpar o sangue que ainda escorria fresco. "Deveria bastar, mas não foi tão forte assim." Precisou rir mais uma vez brevemente antes de provocá-la um segundo momento. "Acho que você ainda tem muito o que treinar até conseguir quebrar algum dente meu, Nyxara." Então, por ironia, sorriu largo a ela, exibindo os dentes novamente sujos com o líquido. Era doce o sabor, mas já começava a coçar desenfreadamente por estar com a ferida aberta e era incômodo. "Não revidaria nem se me ordenassem." Comentou baixinho, por fim, independente se ela entenderia ou não, e virou a cabeça para encarar aquelas faces curiosas.

Já que parecia tudo bem, os burburinhos foram cessando aos poucos, bem como a atenção de Kadaj retornou àquela diante de si. Nem em um milhão de anos, seja por qual fosse o motivo, ele teria coragem de desferir qualquer violência contra alguma mulher. Naturalmente por qualquer um já seria uma insatisfação para si; ia contra sua crença fazer qualquer mal à alguém que não fosse a si mesmo, então chegava a ser engraçado vê-la lhe indicando o que não fazer daquela forma.

Por não acreditar haver circunstâncias ideais para que o caos se instaurasse entre um grupo de changelings reunido, ela franziu ligeiramente o cenho, esculpindo uma expressão de escárnio em seu rosto. ── A maioria deles não precisa do álcool como estímulo. ── Arranjariam confusão até com a própria sombra, se isso lhes proporcionasse algum alívio temporário ou a sensação ilusória de triunfo que massageasse seus egos feridos. O discurso pomposo do rapaz, carregado de uma confiança que beirava a arrogância, arrancou-lhe um arquear de sobrancelhas. Estava impressionada, embora não exatamente surpresa, com o quanto suas conquistas pareciam inflar sua vaidade. ── Ah, é verdade... Esqueci que agora você pertence à coroa. Me perdoe pelo deslize, vossa alteza. ── Devolveu com sarcasmo, embora a intenção não fosse censurá-lo por trilhar o caminho até o topo. Diferente de muitos, que o observavam com desconfiança, especulando se não seria um infiltrado disfarçado de soldado, Nyxara não o julgava. Tinha respeito por aqueles que estavam dispostos a enfrentar o mundo e dobrá-lo para alcançar seus próprios objetivos.

Enquanto saboreava um gole preguiçoso de sua cerveja, ela o observou fazer o pedido à funcionária, já arquitetando a ideia de se beneficiar da generosidade — ou ostentação — de alguém com muito mais moedas do que ela jamais teria no bolso. As razões por trás da decisão dele de se embriagar numa caverna soavam curiosas, mas a estranheza dessa motivação não foi suficiente para abafar a sutileza da insinuação de também lidar com o desejo velado de preencher o vazio que lhe corroía. ── Está tão cheio de ouro e de si que agora sua própria existência o entedia? ── Inclinou a cabeça, os olhos semicerrados estudando os traços dele com atenção. Não era tola; compreendia muito bem o que ele insinuava, tanto em palavras quanto em gestos. Por isso, sem hesitar e sem qualquer aviso, respondeu da forma mais direta possível: com um soco. O movimento foi abrupto e carregado de violência, mas, embriagada e despreparada para um combate corporal durante o momento de descanso, errou o alvo por centímetros, o acertando em cheio na boca. Seu rosto se contraiu de dor, e ela praguejou baixinho enquanto mexia os dedos, testando se estavam todos inteiros e funcionais. ── Quebrar seus dentes basta? ── Disse, sem esperar por uma resposta. ── Nem ouse revidar! ── Advertiu com firmeza, erguendo o indicador bem diante do rosto dele, o olhar afiado como navalha.

[hakaiparadox]

Unrelated to the ask blog uhhhhhh

Beats interactions with some of the other toons :D

all the interactions are non canon and were just made for the sillys between me and my friends :]

Ill be posting some of the rest of them later today if I can :D

[buckleyjules]

Text: Jules to Henry

Jules: Okay, I have another one for you... Jules: [attached printscreen] Jules: I am upping your last date possibility with another one with a FISH in his hands Jules: Why do men think it is hot to put a picture of himself with a caught fish on his dating profile?

[urielsollia]

@kinglucerys

He had taken his leave of his father's side from the balcony seating. Flask now half empty, the second born of Sollia swayed through the moving bodies waltzing on the dance floor as he tried to make his way towards his other father. Just before he could, the prince found himself being swept up by a noble, a Bergian bear who grasped his hand and grinned...with several teeth rotted away.

"Ew...No." Uriel snatched his hand back and flicked his wrist to beckon the noble to begone as if shooing a dog away. He felt the angry eyes on him but didn't care. Instead, he swayed onward towards the king of Sollia.

"Papi," he said falling into his father and giving him a quick hug. "Papi, do you want to go back home? I saw you looking like you were thinking of a Lost Lenore. Say the word and I will be right by your side to travel back..." he leans in, cupping his own mouth to whisper, breathy syllable punctuated with the strong scent of tequila.

"I'm. So. Fucking. Bored."

[rosxabbott]

"Ah, he's a good one. I remember him from the days he was still at Hogwarts and I started working at the Three Broomsticks. Remus tried to keep the other boys in check. Keyword in that sentence being 'tried', of course." Because how much would those boys be able to be kept in check after all. A smile was formed on Ros' face when Aurora admitted to feeling a lot better, that was very good to hear. "What is it that Remus likes? Maybe I can brainstorm with you regarding a gift?" Not that Ros was the best at giving gifts but she could definitely try. "I'm doing well. As well as one can be with a war raging, of course."

Aurora nods her head when Rosmerta repeats Remus' name. "Yes, it would be him. I guess we couldn't keep away from each other." Things had been better than her birthday, even the last couple months when they oved in together. "His birthday is coming up and I'm wondering what I can get him." Her head nods. "I am. I feel like I got that piece of me back." A small pause. "How are you doing?"

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: @lydiatravers

The thing with step-siblings… You didn’t know what you were going to get. Her father was on wife four already and it would not surprise her if he would add wife five (and a fourth divorce) to the pile as well. It didn’t seem to be in his nature to stick with one woman for a long time. Where Seth was her half-brother, Lydia was her step-sister and the relationships were completely different. Val would easily say that Lydia and here were complete opponents from one another. But still… Lydia was family and Val would do anything for that. So that was the entire reason why the darkhaired woman was currently seated in a fitting room in Diagon Alley, waiting for her sister to reappear again. “Come on, Lydia… How hard is it to get into a dress?”

[harpersoath]

@saintsdawn -> bramble

"well, now that we know what it is, i suggest you leave it alone." the paladin issues it as a warning to bramble, narrowing their eyes, ready to physically remove the satyr if need be.