#{chats tbt.}

[zestials]

i feel like fucking around in photoshop a little, so give this a ♡ & i'll make a little something inspired by your blog !!

[grievedifferent]

❝ hey, uh, chiyo, right? matt. glad we could finally meet in person after all that texting. ❞

group texting primarily, he means, though they have exchanged an occasional message here and there since. matt smiles warmly at @quietlyblooms, shrugging out broad shoulders as he looks around sam's halloween party, dressed up fancy as requested (obligatory, he was told). he's taken to mostly chatting with mike and ashley throughout the evening, sometimes making small talk with jess or chris along the way, and occasionally dipping off to do a group activity of bobbing for apples and the like.

matt most certainly because of competitiveness alone (and skill! he would argue skill) was the champion apple bobber.

❝ you look nice — even better in person. your pictures don't really do you justice. ❞ he's being nice, admittedly indulging in a bit of casual flirting, but what's the harm in that? it's halloween, he's young and viral, and he's here to have fun. ❝ you thirsty? i could get us some drinks? ❞

[silvermothsio]

Little throwback of some fluffy pokés 🧡💛

[neonwebs]

[tamedstray]

@thoselittledespairs ☼

As the Lady dashes out in front of him, Vigor is briefly reassured by her cooperation, only to soon wonder why she is so quick to act. He knows how Cain likes to provoke, but is her father the same? If so, Irnvar can only do so much to maintain peace. Perhaps this venture will fail before it even begins...

      He's fixated on Nox as she marches through the halls, still wondering how his request for her to join him had stirred her so quickly into a fervour. He had been as vague and gentle as he could, hoping to spare her feelings. Amongst all that worry, however, is a measure of admiration, as the Lady acts with certainty and commands the doors to open for her. Vigor keeps his distance, assessing the scene from just past the threshold, taking everything in with a full scope before getting involved. Before he can intervene, however, the Lady has already done so.

      The tension is thick in the air, closing tight around Vigor. Measured, quiet steps inch closer towards the players in the scene, standing neither at his father's side nor the Count's, placing himself towards the centre. He cannot stand beside his family here, and Irnvar knows it. To Vigor, it does not matter who provoked who, only preventing bloodshed. Nox might have brought them to their senses, but they needed a calming, diplomatic approach.

      ❝Perhaps it would be best to return to negotiations tomorrow. The Count and his daughter have had a long journey,❞ Vigor exclaims, loud enough to pierce through base thoughts that might guide them, but firm and apathetic, least he reveal restrained frustration.

      Irnvar is swift to respond. ❝Agreed. My youngest can guide you to your chambers,❞ he says. Irnvar clearly doesn't want Cain and Randolph spending any more time together for now, instead making use of whatever good will Vigor had earned him so far. Besides, he will need to speak with Cain alone, and will want Vigor watching and listening as the Count passes through his halls.

      It was a safe and elegant plan, but even as the tension begins to loosen its grip, something still claws at Vigor's mind. He cannot help but recall how moments earlier, when the Lady Fleur gently rebuffed Irnvar, how viciously the Count gripped her for, merely assuming she'd slighted the Lord. Vigor cannot help but worry about Nox after how she spoke to the men, but most of all, how she spoke to her father. Once he shows them their rooms, he'll make sure the Shieldbearer staff will be there to listen in his absence.

      Vigor takes a cue from Irnvar, a subtle nod between them, which Vigor then passes on to their staff, leading everyone to act in quiet solidarity before the Count can argue back. The grand doors of the chamber open up to the entranceway, leading to the main staircase. Vigor offers Nox a quick glance, before drawing his gaze straight ahead. ❝Your belongings should already be in your rooms by now. Make yourselves comfortable. We'll meet again for dinner, then discuss business tomorrow,❞ he offers the Count a comforting tone and no opportunity to reject such hospitality as he marches ahead.

[daybreakrising]

@apocryphis: "so you were avoiding me. i should not be surprised that my presence on your territory would make you... uncomfortable." the iudex has always been quite fond of euphemisms - one of the rare diplomatic tools of rhetorics he has successfully learnt from humans... and yet, they seem oddly superfluous, given the present company. draconic eyes remain fixed on the man (archon) sat across him - a stone table risen between them, and nothing but the endless skies of liyue above and around. the peaks where the abodes of gods sit are truly breathtaking. unfortunately, the hydro sovereign did not come for tourism (this time around). finally, after a long silence, he asks: "may i ask what made you change your mind, deus auri?"

"I would not say avoiding." Eyes of amber return the fixed gaze he falls under, unwilling to give but an inch. Though his own gaze is sharp, the tone with which he speaks has a much softer edge, something more casual, almost, despite the less than casual air that hangs between them. It is... tense, to say the least. He knows not what to expect of this dragon sovereign - and he suspects Neuvillette is in a similar boat regarding him.

Arms cross lightly across the archon's chest, posture straight but giving the impression of ease. "Merely... delaying. It was... not the right time for our paths to cross. I imagine you would agree on that." But here, now, away from their vibrant and perceptive associates - this was right.

A pot of tea sits upon the table between them, and he leans over to pour the brew into cups. "I have heard you favour plain water, but I think you will find this blend quite palatable. Its flavour is quite mild, yet fragrant, and quite refreshing." He slides a cup over, claims the other for himself. He takes a moment, lifts the cup, inhales the aroma it exudes.

But he knows he can delay his answer no longer.

"I have lived a long life," he takes a sip of tea, cradles the cup between his hands, "and I am not without flaws because of it. The things I have seen, the things I have done, in order to sit here still... well, it is quite a colourful past, I am sure you would agree. Do not mistake my... delay... for a fear of judgement. There is no judgement you can bestow upon me that is worse than the one I have given myself."

Another pause, another sip of tea. "I am not without my regrets, Monsieur Neuvillette, however necessary my actions may have been in times far more challenging than now. I will stand by my choices, but that does not mean I never wish things could have played out differently."

That amber gaze holds Neuvillette's draconic one unflinchingly. "To answer your question: it was not that I simply changed my mind. I always intended to invite conversation between us. I merely wished to gather my own perspective on you before we met. After all, if I am to be judged, I would like to be familiar with my judge."

[handgiven]

i'm missing from here a bit, in terms of writing anw. looking forward to getting back here <3 but also trying to live a life, have fun with friends, keep looking for a job etc etc etc

[mielpopz]

i did not forget about the fic fest istg i just don’t have any free time atm i’m so sorry😭😭😭

[timechange]

The (somewhat cursed) realization that 2020s!Marty might have a T.wit.ch channel,,,,

[braverytattoos]

LOUIS IS A NUMBER 1 DRAG ME DOWN STAN

[erabundus]

he's quietly busying himself making a tier list on who in the group chat is MOST to LEAST likely to resort to cannibalism ...

[neonwebs]

Miguel voice

[catastrophex]

starter for @melatoninburst

Chat Noir's ears twitch at the sound of a footstep behind him, and his eyes flit back to see a civilian there, right in the path of the akuma.

He doesn't even stop to think about it, he just whips around to sweep the girl off her feet and jump away, carrying her to safety.

"You have to be careful, Mademoiselle," he says, gently sitting her back down, "Akumas are dangerous."

He's about to return to Ladybug, when the red light and swarm of ladybugs sweeps over everything, telling him that she finished it without him.

Good, he supposes. She'd used her lucky charm, so she only had a few more minutes. He's sure she'd have had him cataclysm something if he hadn't left the area to protect the civilian, but she managed without him.

She does always seem to do that.

[sixofkaz]

hi i miss you :(

wailing i freaking miss u toooooo💚💚💚

[dylanrosales25]

[handgiven]

so you know how there's the meme that goes 'i've done nothing wrong ever' - 'i know this and i love you' -- because that's distinctly NOT emmanuel. emmanuel is more along the lines of 'i know everything wrong you've ever done and i still deem you worthy of love and forgiveness because how can you be expected to come to act better & with compassion if that same compassion and kindness is not extended & taught to you?'