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[godbluds]

my head's been pounding all day & it's finally clearing up ... so maybe like this & specify muse for a short lil starter to kick things off ?

[iiroiiros]

constellaris replied to your post: “"I am not looking respectfully. I am, in fact,...”

cap just kisses the top of her head

Tail wagging intensifies!

[thusaliar]

✧ ˚ · . @ervaurem cont.

Not a day passed without thinking about the promise he gave to the young prince. Through all of the training hardships, class issues, and school trouble, not once did he think about giving up on his promise. The promise was what kept him going, soon excelled in every class and training. It was obvious that P's future was tied to the royal court, even to the King himself; even if not everyone was fond of the idea, no one could deny his swordsmanship. P was offered many jobs, even offers from different kingdoms, but he didn't even look at them. No, his eyes were set on something, someone else entirely.

P missed Romeo greatly during his training, writing letters to the ever-so-busy prince almost daily, only for the prince to never receive them. Neither one of them was aware of the letters going missing, P simply assuming that Romeo had no time to respond to them; he wasn't offended, and it wasn't enough to cast him away. A promise was a promise.

The young knight observed the king, part of him still unable to believe they were in the same room again, looking at each other like all these years ago. P smiled lightly, even if the smile wasn't reciprocated. He knew it wasn't a childhood game anymore, what they got themselves into was real and a great responsibility. Romeo was trusted with the entire Kingdom, and P was entrusted with protecting Romeo - and oh, he was willing to die for him.

Hearing Romeo's voice, the Knight stood up carefully, the sheathed rapier falling into place on his side. It was an unusual weapon choice for the King's bodyguard, but no one could change P's mind. It was the weapon he was most skilled in and would prove to be the most effective with. Wasn't that the point? As long as he gets the job done.

Silently, P walks towards Romeo, not breaking their eye contact even for a second. The sunlight casts colorful shimmers through the stained glass, the lights dancing across the room and the King's skin, making him look all the more divine. P stands in front of the King and swiftly removes his gloves; it was only right to hold onto the King's when his own was bared. Gently, he takes the King's hand and bows, leaning in close. They touch for the first time in years and the warmth of Romeo's skin is just as P has remembered. Without hesitation, he leans closer and presses a kiss. His lips press against the cold ring and stay there for a brief moment, before P moves away - for a second it looks like he is backing away, but instead, he presses another kiss, this time directly to Romeo's skin, pulling his hand just slightly closer.

With that, it was clear why P was there. Although loyal and now forever obedient to the King, serving the King and Kingdom wasn't the only reason why he was there. No, he was there to reunite with his beloved friend, to never part from him again. Soon, P straightened, letting the hold of their hands linger a little longer than it would be professional, but eventually let go.

"At your service, Your Highness." he said, though his tone was softer than it was supposed to be, once again betraying his true emotion. The King seemed much better at containing it. P is almost tempted to try to break his posture but remains collected. There's time and place for everything, after all. They'll get their chance soon enough.

[coridallasmultipass]

[ Nikke spoilers for mid September 2024 update mini story / my comments on it. ]

Closeted trans dudes dressing up at the family function like:

It's such a familiar scene, for family to see you dressing up out of obligation and then being like, 'Oh, NOW you're so beautiful, you should do this more often.' And internally, your body is screaming that it feels so wrong, why did you perform your perceived gender for this event! Or like, for me personally too, the whole missing the vibe of the event and dressing up way more than anyone else, and then feeling so out of place. I've joked before about Red Hood having older brother vibes, maybe she has trans vibes for me too now, lol.

Also, strange that Liliweiss is saying 'for the future' to Red Hood. Who, y'know, is basically terminally ill (corrupted). Red Hood doesn't 'have' a future, she just has the present and past. At this point in this mini-story thing (I'm assuming it takes place around the time of the Red Ash event), is Liliweiss aware of the plans to integrate Red Hood into Rapi, and therefore 'have' a future? Or am I just reading into this way too much? Lol. Just sounded like a really weird and inconsiderate thing to say to her.

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That aside, why the fuck did y'all vote the dress over the other two Red Hood skins?! I'm so disappointed, the other two were way cooler and not out of character:

((I mean, I guess it's technically in-character since it's canon now, and has to do with 'old music' but c'mon, man...))

Image description below cut:

First image: Red Hood from Nikke: Goddess of Victory is in a strappy and revealing dress. It's the same colour as her hair. She's embarrassed and standing next to a gramophone, while holding a champagne glass. She is also wearing fingerless half-palm leather gloves. Text: Red Hood: Oh jeez, I can't do this! I just can't!

Next two images: Text: Dialogue:

Commander: You did well in that outfit.

Red Hood: Anything was better than staying at that party, even fighting raptures. I've never been so glad to have a bunch of them show up.

Rapunzel: Your dress is all dirty, though. And the hem is all torn...

Red Hood: Who cares? It's not like I'm going to be wearing this ever again.

Liliweiss: Why not? I thought you'd be keeping it for the future.

Red Hood: No thanks. Not a chance.

Snow White: That's too bad. At least I finally got to see you all dressed up. Can I at least take a picture for posterity?

Red Hood: Absolutely not. I don't want to leave any evidence of this humiliating sight.

Last three images are the Red Hood skins/appearances that we voted on. First image is the feminine dress with the gramophone mentioned before, which won the poll. Second image is Red Hood on a motorcycle with a leather jacket, crop top, mini shorts, and thigh highs. Third image is Red Hood standing next to a wolf, and she is wearing form-fitted high-rise pants, a strappy harness bra-top and collar, and a cropped blazer.

[amitsuma]

Also, Velvet — just another quick quick QUICK question: In your mind, what makes someone a bad guy?

❝Lack of remorse.❞ Her response is rather quick, almost flippant. ❝People do things for a variety of reasons, good and bad. Actions do speak a lot to a person's integrity, but I feel like the circumstances around those actions are also important. With that said… if someone regrets their actions -- their actions, not the fact that they were caught -- then I think there's something that can be salvaged there.❞ Her eyes draw to the side, a slight grimace on her lips.

❝But I don't come across that often in my line of work. It's… normally pretty straightforward.❞

[disturbnot]

ash, whether he realises it or not, is a strong proponent of absurdism. albert camus' three solutions to the question of nihilism (a leap of faith, suicide, and absurdism itself) were less of a series of slow and quiet contemplations for ash, and more of a material trial by fire in sequence.

age 20 - when taking the leap of faith, he physically comes up against the immutable reality that what god there might be has surely abandoned them. it became impossible for him to believe after coming face to face with a supposed creator that did not have any suitable answers for him. not out of an unwillingness to divulge, but a complete inability, for ash's presence perturbed it down to its timeless core, shaking it. it did not know the answers; ash is beyond its supposed omniscience. and just as he bewilders god, god bewilders him. there is no reverence between them. they are alien entities simply passing in the woods, equal strangers, scared of what the other might be capable of. ash no longer felt like a cherished son of the universe that day. undying, he begun to question just what exactly made him human. age 30 - when feeling forced to the terminal solution, this was less of a sincere attempt on his own life, and more of a maddened game of chicken with a god he knew wouldn't even be be playing with him. it was always a bluff. he languished in the cold truth that he couldn't die when he woke, and cleaned up the mess he made. he is stone sedimented on the steel of the mortal coil, unmoving. suicide was not the answer to the question, only desperation choked out of him by some existential interrogation. a deep shame descended to pad out the following silence with doleful noise. all the while, he masked, and he coped, and he carried on like it had never happened. nobody needed to know that even the best of us can plumb to such dire moments of madness. h o w w o u l d y o u r b r o t h e r f e e l ? and now, the third solution — the rebellion — the bottom of a quiet madness now reaching outward; no longer able to destroy itself, no longer able to escape or alienate itself, flowers grow where thorns have become completely useless. running is not an option, death is not an option, failure is not an option. there is only existence, the senseless absurdity of it, and the inextinguishable fire inside that thirsts for meaning within the madness; in itself purely madness within the madness. every day, he spits in the face of a darkness intent to pull his world apart piece by piece. he prays at the altar of possibility. he dares to hope, indeed, against all hope, and cling to a humanity this dim fate will always try and always fail to take from him. maybe it doesn't have to mean anything. maybe this is but an infinite now, only here for us to enrich it. and right now, even in the dark, there is so much to hold onto. and with gusto, with love, with a humanity he claims in pure defiance, in a wildfire of cosmic revolt, he will always find something to hold onto.

[anquenin]

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

"ah well...not just anyone's company...people can be so terribly exhausting." astarion does not stop looking at his phone until he starts speaking. rose an ever growing mystery slowly unfolding before him. he's hiding here, like a coward. not ready to face the music so to speak, unnerved to think of what could possibly happen to him if cazador knew where he was exactly. it has become a force of habit, running off to rose's flat. which is sometimes empty, but it feels better. as barren as it is at times, it is better than rotting inside his own place, haunted by the man who essentially owns him. he had been in the couch, not doing anything, unable to. injury barring him from what he actually wants to do. "-so, now that you are here. how was your day?" he asks, to fill the silence with something other than just nothing. to maybe get his mind out of the cycle of thoughts that do not let go off him. "-do make it interesting, though if you please. if my brain feels anymore boredom i'm afraid i'll succumb to it and die."

@badwo1f

[fatexbound]

Anon said: that means shinjiro's hands always smell like dog food

Disgusting. Did they really just say that to his face?

"...You really think I don't wash my damn hands?! Why don't I make 'em bloody for ya and then we'll see if you wanna say that again." He's awake and not in the mood for this shit. He's got better things to do like trying to get out of this damn labyrinth without a hitch. Without anyone finding out his secret and without Castor causing him any problems.

Not deal with some masked idiot.

[iiroiiros]

@lyriccl replied to your post: “Local fell dragon goes honk shoooooo"

smooches he

"You dare to interrupt my sleep like that? You know there is only one consequence." Meaning, kiss revenge!

[spxnglr]

More romantic ships for Egon when

[tenth-god]

i Will finally be dming every new mutual a bit later BUT maybe like for a starter post 🤔🤔 how are we feeling on one of them

[kotaerukoto]

@chaldeannemeton replied:

Salter, across the room: bitch.

"You are more uncouth than I remember. Are you so desperate to imitate me that you would wear black armor such as that, child of Uther? If this 'you' would choose the path of oppression that I did, why did you run me through with your spear?"

[bloodbrry]

✯ ; tags.

[disturbnot]

i'm not here for the magma / aqua war, i'm here for the beard war

[aconites]

𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @tightropc​​.

𝘼𝙐𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙀 that she has no right to feel jealous about this, that her crush on xavier was just that. a crush. however, the thought of him on a date tonight with another woman claws and twists at her insides, a slight envious poison that wouldn’t go away. babysitting had once been a means to make a little bit of extra money while attending university but in the last months, six to be exact, things have shifted for the blonde. when she first met diego’s father, she had been enchanted the moment he spoke to her, the apple of her cheeks had flushed a dark pink and she wondered if he could tell the effect he had on her. they grew closer as time went on; she would make him and his son dinner at the end of his busy work day when he got home, staying for the meal and then hanging out until diego went to bed. other times they would have a glass of wine after that, sharing long conversations before she headed back to her apartment a few blocks over. she wondered often if perhaps she was overstaying her welcome but he always seemed to like her company. maybe he was lonely too. she only realized that her crush was much more complex a few nights ago when he scheduled for her to come over tonight, mentioning on the phone a blind date that he was being set up on. the rush of jealousy she had experienced proved that she had fallen hard for him, much to her dismay. she had the urge to tell him no, that she had other plans in hopes that he would cancel but that just wasn’t the person that she was. that’s why she showed up tonight, a fake smile playing on her lips as she watched him leave. taking care of diego had given her a distraction for the first hour but now that he was asleep upstairs, she kept thinking of what was probably happening on the date. was he smiling at the woman like he smiled at her? were their longing stares and accidental touches the same as the one they shared? they probably didn’t mean anything to him in the past, but it certainly did for her. to keep her mind occupied, audrey started cleaning around the house and was just finishing up washing the last of the dishes when she heard the front door open quietly. she kept her gaze on the sink in front of her as she heard shuffling down the hall, until the sound of his footsteps grew closer to the kitchen and after rinsing off the soap studs from her hands, she turned to meet his gaze.  ❝ hey, ❞ she smiled softly, grabbing the kitchen towel on the counter and wiping her hands dry. ❝ how was your date? ❞ 

[spkyscry-aa]

"You know, I'm truly beginning to question the logistics of all cosmic horrors being family, considering." She's staring at the two newest denizens and squinting. They don't recognize either of them, really...

"Hm.. no, I don't know them either.." She's even the more sociable of the two, so that's really surprising.