#[ nabataprophet ]

[twistedisciple]

T-the outside world truly is... such a vast... place.

That naïve thought of hers is usually an expression of admiration, but tonight it's accompanied by a grimace. There is a shambling, brutalized corpse walking around, dripping blood wherever he goes. And for some strange reason, the people who encounter him all yell at him rather than check on his injuries.

...?

....????

Maybe this is actually normal here and Sophia is the one who doesn't understand...? No, but surely big gashes that evoke the suggestion of dragon claws would be cause for concern in most places...??? She couldn't deny that she had seen dark magic do terrible things to a person's body, either, but never quite this bad.

"Um, I was... going to ask... if you wanted..." Her violet eyes are spinning trying to figure out where exactly to look. Even if everyone else thinks this is perfectly normal, is this really the time for trick-or-treating? "...No, um... should I... find a healer first...?"

A Heal or Physic Staff wouldn't even begin to make a dent in this and that's all Sophia has. She's a witch shaman, not a priest, after all.

This is the one. Griss can feel it. This witch has been drifting around with that kind of dazed, vacant look in her eyes that means she won’t notice his setup before it’s too late. He is so sure of this that he doesn’t even bother staking out a place to scare her ahead of time. The moment she’s alone, that’s his chance.

So when all the pieces fall into place, Griss stumbles noisily out of the bushes, moaning, gripping his stomach, dribbling from his mouth the rest of the fresh blood he’d collected for the occasion. He can’t walk straight (he never walks straight) and stumbles over his own feet, which - staged or otherwise - lands him sprawled across the ground in front of the lavender-haired witch. The muffled groans into the grass don’t even sound like pleasure, and he thinks to himself that he probably deserves some sort of recognition for his acting, which nearly makes him break character. But he keeps it together, writhing like the pain is killing him, grasping for the witch’s robes with bloody fingers.

She doesn’t scream though. She doesn’t even run. Instead, she kneels down like she’s concerned. maybe she deserved the acting award

So he grabs for her wrists and drags himself closer, gurgling something unintelligible through the blood, deranged eyes more whites than iris.

Should she find a healer? What does she think? That gives Griss a new idea though, and clarity comes back to his bloodstained face in a blink. The writhing stops and he sits up and back onto his heels.

“Guess which ones are real first.” He holds out both forearms. Beneath the shredded sleeves, they’re coated nearly shoulder to wrist in gashes of all kinds and sizes. He grabs for one of her hands so she can’t run.

“Don’t worry: if you guess wrong, I’ll make it right.” Grinning, he rolls the knife’s handle in the grip of his other hand. “I wonder if you’re better at finding help when someone’s actually bleeding out in front of you? We can find out.”

[dcggersedge]

It isn't until later when everyone (more or less in one piece, although some certainly fare better than others) has returned to the underground shelter that Yunaka receives a curious visitor. A girl with deep violet eyes and hair so long that it drags on the ground behind her when it walks.

...No, not that one. The other one. The one that's in Fódlan right now.

Sophia approaches quietly, blank book still clutched tightly to her chest. She hasn't let the book out of her sight for even a moment since leaving the ruins, keeping it as close to her as her own tome.

"...Thank you..."

...For what exactly?

She doesn't elaborate, beginning to wander off after saying her piece. After taking a few steps, she halts and seems to consider something. She spins on her heel slowly, gaze turned back toward Yunaka, but eyes looking off into the far distance to something that isn't there.

"Professor, the present... and in the future, too... a kind heart is a good thing to have," Sophia says, the tilt of her head sending hair cascading over her shoulder. "That... is what I think."

Sophia is a little odd. That isn't a bad thing! Yunaka's got it on good authority after all that she's an odd bird herself.

But Sophia is a different kind of odd that makes Yunaka pause to wonder just what the young girl is thinking. She's the last person to pry into someone's affairs in front of others, however, and their group splits up too immediately for her to have the chance to ask when they get back to the shelter.

So it's not quite surprise that seizes her when Sophia wanders her way over to her later in the evening, but it is unexpected. Still, Yunaka smiles brightly and nods, only glancing briefly at the long hair that drags behind her on the floor.

(It's a pretty color. It seems like such a shame.)

"You're welcome."

She doesn't know what she's being thanked for. She could ask...but she chooses not to. If it mattered, she has a feeling Sophia would have said so and...well, she thinks they can all be excused a little bit of oddness, with everything going on.

The second part though, when she starts to leave and turns back...Yunaka's smile drops as she stares at the young woman. That part is far more...

"Yeah." The smile that returns this time is softer. She sometimes still thinks that the kindness the others wield is just foolishness, asking for them to be hurt or betrayed but...but she can't deny either that that same kindness that saved her is a wonderful thing to be capable of. "I think so too."

Sophia probably wants to get back to that book, but Yunaka can't help herself. "Hey, um...if this is rude or something, you can definitely just ignore me, but have you tried braiding your hair or putting it up or something? We don't really know how long we'll be out and about here for, it really would be a shame for it to get tangled or dirty while you're out there exploring. I've got lots of practice, so just let me know, okay?"

[frauleindermorgen]

@nabataprophet sent:

[ Adrestria ] - A court dance that has spread like wildfire through Fódlan ballrooms. This waltz is best known for a special move that calls for the partners to join hands, together forming the shape of a bird in flight. It's a bit thrilling, if not nerve-wracking, to be tossed around the dance floor, being passed from partner to partner. Eventually Sophia finds herself face to face with one of her classmates from the Black Eagles, albeit one who she hadn't spoken much to. "Ah... from the Day of Devoted..." There was more to the name, but she could never remember the full thing. More importantly, there's a question she has wanted to ask the other girl this whole time, but never found the time or space to ask it. "You," she starts, hand clumsily forming wings, "...matched us... based on fate. Then you also... see the future...?"

This Adrestrian number is dream-like, almost, in the way one partner moves from another in a continuous flow; but Micaiah finds she appreciates it, even if it does not give her a chance at conversation with all her partners.

When she locks eyes and hands with the next, however, both seem to find the same flash of familiarity though it is not Micaiah who voice it.

"...hearts," Micaiah finishes, not bothering with the rest of the title (though so carefully rehearsed she certainly could have). "Yes, I remember. Sophia, was it?"

They have not shared any classes together but Micaiah recalls they are in the same house. Slowly as each circle each other, hands in flight, Micaiah considers the question:

"I used to be able see the future. But that was before my Goddess left for her slumber. In truth, those matches were based on divination cards which is... less conclusive."

She laughs; then again, Yune's visions had not always been clear to her either. Perhaps that was just the way of things.

"But you, you can see glimpses into the future then?" Her tone is wondering, smile turned nostalgic and a little saddened.

[mercenarymage]

[ Fashion... Inspector? ] 

Sophia will be the first to admit she had not been particularly close with the vast majority of Lord Roy's army. That was a privilege reserved for the more socially inclined. Still though, she likes to think that she had at least cursory knowledge of who everyone was by the time she had parted ways, more or less.

But to tell the truth, Sophia... is not actually entirely sure what this man's name is. She knows that she had heard Niime shout something at him on more than one occasion, but not what that something was.

"...Niime's grandson," she settles on somewhat awkwardly. "We... match."

She is referring to their brooches, of course, but makes no indication of this.

Hugh had been taking a break from the festivities when he hears the name of the last person he expects hearing. It initially brings a chill down his spine - if they only know him through his grandmother, there's no telling what he should expect next!!! But, when he hears the follow up, and he glances towards the source of the voice, a heavy sigh escapes him.

He hasn't talked with Sophia much, but he remembers a face when he sees one. She's definitely travelled with him in the past, and it comes to no surprise that Niime would be the first she remembers over him. As cranky and unagreeable as she was around him, Niime's a powerful shaman, and well regarded for her studies. That, and he's pretty sure he's seen her chatting it up with Sophia before. 

(Aside from Sophia's potential with magic, though, he's not quite sure why.)

Ok, chatting it up was a bit of an overstatement. If there's one thing he's caught on about Sophia, its that she's not much of a talker. But that's fine! It's fine. He's more than happy to fill the gap for the two of them. 

"Matching, you say?" he asks, observing her attire. It's cute to see her trying a new fit for the ball, but when he compares it to his own, he can't really see the similarities. Still, he plays along. "Yeah, we both pulled out all the stops to look nice, didn't we? Did you pick the outfit yourself?"

"Oh, and-" he pushes a smile on his face. "You can just call me Hugh, alright? No need to be formal around me!" At least he's not being called sir or mister. He'll take those small victories when he can.

[nelithic]

although she had not seen them in thousands of years, it was as if the spines of gradlon's mountains themselves were erupting beneath her skull. weary, distant eyes linger on a far corner of the ballroom as she sits with back to the cooling flat of the marble wall, a wineskin of ice — courtesy of water, who had seemed the most contrite of the five over their fellow elementals' behavior — pressed to the worst of the pulsing injury a few inches beneath the crown.

in truth, she feels deeper regret for having resorted to her transformation than most other things about the altercation.

events had moved quickly after that, and it had been impossible to tell just how many had seen her in her draconic form, and how many would remember it; rather than, with any luck, dismissing it as yet another absurd fantasy of the night, not to be trusted any more than the dust of fairy wings and serving mice at its conclusion.

shy movement in her periphery draws a sidelong glance — straightening with a sigh where she sits, nel recalls she'd been deposited at the side of another. something about a date, which does not concern her now. only that the girl is a stranger, a student aboveground, and a potential witness to something she would have rather kept to herself.

"how much did you see."

　▀▀　@nabataprophet　₊

[atypicalsenerio]

"...I have one...now." Sophia speaks without preamble, raising her right palm to Soren, where a symbol like a bolt of lightning thrums with magic. It's a strange feeling, to be sure, to feel magic that isn't dark running through her. The static feels foreign, like the aftereffects of being hit with Thoron, but it does not go away no matter how long she waits. "A...Brand?"

Soren stared blankly. He looked an awful lot like Sophia herself in that moment.

"That's not... no."

He sighed and extended his hand where he also had his new mark. "They're unrelated. My forehand Brand will stay. This is just a gimick of the party. However, I suppose we can shake."

[higaneion]

After recent events, Sophia has become intimately familiar with not only the location of Lilina's room, but its contents as well. On Lilina's birthday, practiced steps bring her to the Ostian's doorstep.

Sophia raps her knuckles on the door, calling quietly: "...Lady Lilina?"

She waits a few moments for an answer that does not come. Perhaps Lilina has stepped out for the moment or maybe Sophia just hadn't knocked hard enough. The reason does not particularly matter; today surely must be a busy day for her.

Regardless, Sophia sets down a small wrapped gift in front of the lordling's door. Contained within the package are a pair of ceramic bookends, carved into the shape of blooming flowers, and a candle that smells faintly of aloe.

A sealed letter is placed delicately on top. When opened, it reads:

"Lady Lilina, Happy birthday. When I was in your room last time, I noticed that you have a lot of books, but your organization is a little (a word is crossed out here) unique. I hope these bookends are useful for you. A lot of your candles were down to the wick, as well, so I've also included a candle. The scent reminds me of home, so it may not suit your taste. You don't need to use them if you don't want to, but I wanted to get you something for your birthday. Oh, and also as a thank you for the ribbons you gave me earlier. ...Also if you would like me to help return some overdue books for you, please let me know. I spend a lot of my time in the library anyway. —Sophia"

Returning once more to her dorm would reward her with yet another package. Delight blooms in her face when she reveals its contents and even more so its sender. Though she does grimace a little at the reminder of the well past overdue books, she appreciates the sentiment all the same and it wasn't anything she wouldn't laugh off a moment later.

Though ideally, she would like to thank her in person, she often misses her despite being in the same house. Besides, she fears she could not properly thank the girl in the way she wants to. So, some time later does she sit down to draft a letter to slide in the slit of Sophia’s door. 

Dear Sophia, Thank you for the gifts. How thoughtful of you. Rest assured, there will be plenty of use out of them. Of course I am not familiar with the scents of your home, but each time I light one, I will be reminded of you and that is special enough for me. I just hope I don’t burn through them too fast hehe. Perhaps we could go to Nabata when we return to Elibe? As for the books, yes… I mean to return them on time, but I get caught up in other tasks and lose track of time. I think the rental period is far too short. Maybe we will run into each other there! (A sentence has been scratched out here, if examined closely one may be able to decipher the words: study date.) Anyway, I know you are likely just as busy as I, but I hope to chat with you more. Kindest regards from your friend, Lilina P.S. Aren’t these flowers pretty? I visited the greenhouse and they permitted me to take a couple. They will last a little should you choose to keep them.

As an additional touch, she adds pressed hydrangea flowers of purple, blue, and pink in with the envelope.

[inferniso]

✢⁎. dragon to dragon communication

“Sophia...”

A name ill-practiced on the divine demon’s tongue. She, much like Roy, was a face Idunn came to recognize in those short months at the oasis. She knew Fae--even better than Idunn did--and has the distinct air of something... Similar. Not the same, but similar.

Whatever the case may be, she vanished from Idunn’s life much like the lion. Seeing her again at the school, the full-dragon nearly smiles. Her decision to leave has been reinforced.

“This word,” her finger rests on a passage of text in the hefty tome she carries, evidently something she’d been trying to study, “what does it mean?” The word is Dukedom, taken from an explanation of Fodlan’s history. Being from another land requires that Idunn learn of the one she resides in. Not that she minds, of course. She delights in coming to know the human world.

The rest she read with varying degrees of ease. But this one--this Dukedom--isn’t something the village elders or Fae could’ve possibly taught her about.

Setting the book down in front of the prophet so she could properly see, Idunn continues, feeling the growing need to explain herself, “I’ve seen you reading before. You must be very smart... So maybe you can help me understand.” All spoken in a matter-of-fact tone, robotic in lilt and mundane in pronunciation. 

But that’s okay. Facts and knowledge are becoming a part of her daily life, learning one of her favorite pastimes. As she fixes her position in her seat--the wood creaking in perfect harmony with the desk she leans on--Idunn daydreams about the human world. It has so many things. Few of them were of import to a drone, so many remain a mystery.

A bubbling sensation rises in her chest, now that Idunn’s focus has gently shifted across the classroom. Sophia’s answer will be one step closer to freedom, one vital bound toward the winged dream of her master. 

If she knows what a Dukedom is, perhaps she can learn to love it--perhaps she can bring it peace.

//starter for @nabataprophet

[fellincantation]

🐍 "...? So dragons...can look like this, too...?" There truly is so much she doesn't know; both about herself and the outside world.

"Aghhh we do not! This is some foul curse on my form and it is miserable! My true form is a terrifying visage to behold and would strike fear deep into your heart!" Grima shouted, writhing in frustration. She flopped about and flapped her wings furiously. Yes! She was lifting off of the ground!

"See? Almighty!"

[mercenarymage]

It is a request he knows he can't make promises for. Not here, not when he had so narrowly escaped death's jaws hours before. Not when he seen the approaching mass of monsters, and had vowed to take them down, even if it meant...

The smile he had crafted on a short notice had crumbled. All that remains is disbelief. An unwillingness to believe that the words being said were meant for him. The monsters were able to survive. More were bound to come, more that they would need to fend themselves from.

If he wasn't able to produce results...then what did that make him?

He brings an arm by his face. Pressing the sleeve by his eyes, he pushes a smile back towards his face, and kneels down to meet Sophia's own.

It is foolish for him to pretend that everything's ok. Sophia would have easily heard the brief sniffle that came from him, before he had wiped the tears away. He's going to have to make this quick before any return.

"If things get bad, I'll fall back." He promises instead. "I might get hurt, but I...I'll make my way back here."

For the sake of her and the others, he wants to put an end to the nightmare. He wants to do all in his power to do, even if it costs his life.

...but he doesn't want to leave them alone, either. Not in a place like this.

There is a sigh of relief that comes from Hugh when he's able to spot Sophia among the group. There had been worries that she came out far worse - not because she was incapable, far from it. Hugh knows she can protect herself, even if his instincts tell him to watch over her.

No, what he doesn't want to admit is that it is him of the two that one should be concerned about. That he is the one in need of a watchful eye.

"Glad to see you're alright." Hugh puts on a smile, as he always does. It's not particularly pronounced, though - just grateful. "If you need anything, let me know. I don't expect we'll be resting here long." 

Between the strange letter and the dwindling supplies, he's sure they'll want as many hands as they can.

"...Hugh."

His is the second of the faces Sophia had been looking for. A degree of tension eases in her shoulders to see him smiling as always. Even if it were to be little more than a front put on to set at ease, the fact that he can find it within himself to act normally in this situation does settle her nerves a bit. Even if she can't match his smile, she appreciates that he tried at all.

(She had thought as much during their little candy game, but Hugh really is a nice person.)

At Hugh's offer, her neutral expression falters. Is there anything she needs? Is there anything she's selfish enough to ask for, after all they've lost? Her own injuries are negligible thanks to the healing her unit had possessed and she doesn't particularly think she can stomach any food at the moment. What then? Supplies for the other injured are a given and he isn't asking what everyone else wants.

What is it that she wants?

"Please... don't die," is what she settles on quietly, dropping her gaze to the floor. "If something... were to happen to you, I..."

[higaneion]

a kiss between furrowed brows to try and comfort | what if we were both mages 😳

The Dragon Temple was reduced to nothing but rubble and dust and the army had managed to escape with their lives, barely. For a moment, all was silent as everyone drank in what all had happened.

           Silence only lingered for a few moments before the members dispersed and settled into their own conversations. Lilina turns to address Sophia.

           "What will you do, now that the war is over?"

           "I will... return to Nabata," she answers clearly, definite, as if she were being asked what the weather was like.

           "Oh," she begins. She fiddles with her bracelet before working up the courage to ask, "Well, I was hoping you might visit us in Lycia. Perhaps you could even come to Ostia where I'm from."

           "..." Sophia's eyebrows furrow, whether in confusion or consideration, Lilina does not know.

           "Think about it, okay?" She raises herself on her toes and cradles either side of Sophia's head between her hands, pressing a soft kiss to the space between her brows. "I would love to show you my favorite things or... perhaps we could see more of the world... together."

[pridelessdaydreamer]

💤

oh,,,,, sophia,,,,,,,,,, lin thinks? she looks a bit different,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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[bxldrsdraumar]

🍬 (a visit from the step-daughter... or not! it's just her doppelganger)

Often it merely took the trailing silvery-violet hair, or the soft eyes to stop him in his tracks, but upon closer inspection this was neither Julia nor Deirdre, but a quiet mage from the Black Eagles. Now that he looked closer, he knew that he had never seen her face.

He smiled kindly at her approach, extending his hand. "Would you like some? Please, take as many as you'd like. I cannot promise they will be good for you, but that isn't what this night is for, is it?"

He pressed the candies into her hand and delighted in the gentle expressions that crossed her face. After a brief pause, he pressed another, and then his palm atop her head.

[princeofopenness]

@luminousrider @nabataprophet @loyaldeserter @katabatiic @dcggersedge

There were six of them, including Alfonse himself, that made the trek up to the first of the two marked locations. None of the others were people he had spoken to prior, though each of them were familiar to him. They all had counterparts in Askr he had met. This was good, a nice bit of familiarity, nothing too unpredictable. He knew of their various skillsets, who he likely ought to rely on for what. He much preferred that to having someone unknown to him in the group.

Finding but one ruin among many would have been a far more difficult ordeal without the note's guidance. Following the guidance of someone they did not know and entering a specific room in a fortress, crumbling though it may be, was outwardly a rather foolish task, Alfonse could admit that much. Still, it was one of their only leads; if this indeed had been set up by their adversaries, then perhaps they would have unwittingly left behind some morsel of information for the group to seize upon. Alfonse was more than used to enduring such ordeals from his past foes, after all.

With heavy, stone doors shut fast behind them and a voice taunting them from the shadows, Alfonse saw little reason to even try turning back the way they had come. He knew what result that would produce. It was wasted effort, and they would need every scrap of energy they had in the days to come. At the very least, the way the voice beckoned them eased some of Alfonse's worry. This wasn't a trap, oh no, this was a test. That meant there was a way forward being deliberately provided to them.

...Had this individual perhaps also been responsible for the traveling attraction he and Leif had participated in back at the monastery?

"Alright," Alfonse spoke confidently, raising his head and meeting the gaze of each of his companions in turn. "They wish to test us, then. This room can't be quite as empty as it looks. We ought to spread out, investigate as much as we can before us. Legault, Yunaka, would you check the walls for anything?"

The two knives in the darkness seemed the best bet for searching out hidden clues like that. Attentiveness to their surroundings was a key component of the work they performed, was it not? Besides, if anyone was prepared to unravel the work of a sneak, it was a fellow sneak. They might know better what to search for than someone like Alfonse.

"One of you take each side-- and bring someone else with you." He added. "Splitting up into pairs would likely be the most effective... and the safest. Whoever wishes to remain here with me, we'll check this table. It's likely that there's some kind of information hidden here, and whatever any one of us finds will likely play into what the others do. Call it a hunch."

It was so easy to fall back into his role as Prince of Askr and as a leader of the Order of Heroes. These people were all familiar to him; it was easy to pretend things were exactly the same as they had been back at home. He even forgot they may not all be willing to so easily take the orders of some blueblood they scarcely knew. These people weren't bound by contracts, after all. They were just scared and confused and seeking to end the strife that had found its way to their shared home.

Me When A Mysterious Feminine Voice Tells Me To Do Something

[princessmacedon]

{ OOC: housekeeping!

it's been a while since i did one of these and i have a great big mess to clean up ASDFDSD so! threads below the cut, and if i missed something please let me know!

UPDATED:

per suggestion of the newsletter, mun pages ( 🐦 ) ( 🐈‍⬛ ) now have guidelines

both maria and katarina's supports pages have been brought up to date!

threads + thread tracker nonsense below!!

here's my thread tracker! currently, it should contain all of my active threads, excepting those from the ethereal ball and as always, please don't feel as though you need to rush! (especially those of you whose threads i just replied to while fixing my shit AHSDHSDFHSD) this is for my organizational sake HAHA ; i'm glad to continue any and all threads, but if you're not feeling one anymore that's fine too >vo)v

MARIA

Waiting on me:

something old, something new -- @ventusanimae

spirit of healing -- @ashenprofessor

what my cover shows -- @knighteclipsed

all things precious -- @reddragonprincess

red riding hood's basket -- @justices-blade

wondrous tails -- @carefreemonk

with those who favor fire -- @arcelerity

objects in mirror -- @raikuroji

three lions walk out of a field (BOEL) -- @pirrhyc @sharpscion

paperwork perils -- @magictome

land and heavens near -- @lycianlynx

solace in the abyss -- @justices-blade

Waiting on partner:

an end to the song -- @arcstral

sun's shine -- @lycianlynx

shadows in the moonlight -- @hresvelged

birds chasing cats -- @aubins

not dead yet -- @alliberacio

from winter's close emerging -- @hermidetta

i do believe in fairies! -- @nagaficat

KATARINA

Waiting on me:

seeds of hope -- @arcaeda

a blanket of white, unbroken -- @knighteclipsed

a mystery in monochrome -- @gentlenekomata

the road that we walk -- @unsungblade

a day in (un)kingly shoes -- @arcstral

Waiting on partner:

uprooting wallflowers -- @unsungblade

a fleeting fata morgana -- @nabataprophet

cat cat kitty cat -- @unsungblade

cooking by the book -- @amitieos

sham of a prince -- @hosannan

gallowed halls -- @princepsumbra

a night and day we'll never see -- @ulircursed

the mega bonk technique -- @sharpscion

the name of a villain -- @indevouement

TBD:

penpal randomizer -- @gauldheri

ETHEREAL BALL INTERACTIONS

with @cursedbluebird : i'm planning on tacking on an extra reply and have it fade to black if that's alright? :o marianne is so sweet though, thank you for sending her my way!! <3 <3

with @pirrhyc : while i do love lobbing the hot potato around ASDFSDFSDG i think i'll call it there?! but i really enjoyed their little exchange!! :pleading: :boom:

with @frauleindermorgen : i'm definitely down to make this into a mini thread :] unless i misunderstood aDSDDSFHF

ALL MASKS: maria was mask 22! if you'd like to play out the rest of a masquerade thread, i'm down! ^^)7

as always, if you need to contact me for anything, feel free to do so through here or discord!

[pheraed]

housekeeping ..... evil style

okay i finally made a mun page for eliwood. similar to the other two with only some slight differences.

as with the other two I'm prioritizing closing up ball threads!

threads i owe:

neither of us are magic units (w/Kagetsu)

these armors sure can heavy (w/Jakob)

We Do Not Need Laundry Chair. It Does Not Give Throne Bonuses (w/Poe)

Let's go to Horseland (w/Kurth)

no better teacher than the battlefield. (w/Diamant)

Um. Squeak Squeaker Squeakem. If You Even Care. (w/Raven)

dw about it me and my buddy hector got this. (w/Hector)

Let Me Get That Trap For You, M'lord (w/ Harken)

threads waiting on partner:

are you sure this BetterHelp program is accredited? @folternis

girl get in we're about to form the monastery's first labor union @ladyleonster

Two Normally Dressed People Dancing and Then This Fucking Barbarian Strolls Up @luminousrider & @justicefanged

top 50 fortnite dances with best music [NOT clickbait] @braveryinblue

dance & be happy ; @seraphiia

pearls for pearls. @reverenceofmacedon

we're gonna show this rock who's the boss around here. @luminousrider

Honorary Nohrian @laslow

the sun in our eyes. @roysourblog

out of 31 matches it's 15 wins for Eliwood, 12 for Hector, and 4 were draws ig [i think this one is just waiting on a closer] @braveryinblue

preserved flower @nabataprophet

Cultural Exchange @blaiddllodi

we could have been like a weird buddy cop duo but you were kicked out of the lycian league /: @peerlessscowl

(zak bagans vc) the ghost is right behind me isn't he @deamare

as always never a rush & if you wanna drop any of these let me know ok i love u