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[mxthbladed]

@holyfurnace said: Royalty AU - Marriage Law - every royal must marry a commoner chosen by the advisor to keep the bloodlines clean (for Emily and Vaggie) Arranged Marriage Prompts

Of anyone that could've been chosen for the marriage law, she was the last person she could've thought of as being chosen. Yet, here was the royal guard, standing at her parents' door, asking for her to come with them as Princess Emily's chosen bride. As she was taken away, Agata glanced back to see her siblings at the window of their little cottage.

Once in the carriage and on the way to the castle, her heart was pounding. A woman in the carriage started to talk to her but Agata's thoughts were racing and she could only really listen, rather than speak in turn. As the woman said, when they arrived, Agata was immediately taken to a bath and scrubbed before being dressed in a beautiful gown, her hair being drawn up into an elegant bun. Once she was presentable, Agata was guided to the throne room and instructed to bow before Emily.

"Your highness, we have brought forth your bride from the village."

Agata's gaze raised hesitantly from the ground, glancing up to catch a proper look at Emily.

[veloriaharmonia]

@honkaisteinrail

It had been early evening when Chessa got the call to come to the Outer Ring to treat a group attacked by bandits. It wasn't anything new for her, since she was one of the few willing to go out there who didn't already live out there, though she was told she'd need to keep things discreet.

Didn't need to tell her twice. She did recognize the women as she treated their wounds and checked for head injuries, but it wasn't her place to mention it.

Other than maybe a quick text to Tempera. But he could keep a secret, too.

She stayed in town after treating them, just talking with the locals and waiting to see how things went. When she spotted Lighter with one of them (and another nearby) she could see him saying something, then pointing to her and heading off on his way.

"How ya feeling?"

[maudlxne]

❝ You drink poison in front of somebody once and suddenly you're the problem. ❞

[pupmusebox]

The joyous ruckus as Damien put it when hearing that his Father be celebrating his special day and sighing when at a distance with that longing in his eyes, "Damn good Dad you are, damn good... same with Mom too. Mmm..." little did he know that someone would catch a glimpse of him when finding the mysterious bird lingering on the outskirts looking in.

"Happy Birthday, Dad. Here's to a grand night for you, I know Mom probably be waiting for you later knowing her. Heh..."

Lost in his thoughts when a pair of well loved dove and crow plushies hung out of his bag while smiling though feeling like he wanted to cry, knowing fully well he was to be hidden but he was trying to be careful with observing the joyous time happening.

[sirenum]

@el-perro-rabiosa tempted fate;

Darkness laid like a blanket over the Konni building, all was still and peaceful within those fortified walls, bar a few security guards, though their ranks were gradually being thinned by the dog prowling the corridors, until she finally made it to the high-security private apartment at the top of the building.

Deft hands worked away at the lock on the door, hidden in the shadows of night, until the door swung open, revealing a rather angry looking Makarov

."Ah... I told them stealth isn't my thing." Freya muttered, giving a light shrug as she stood to her full height, quirking an eyebrow as she looked up at the slightly taller man. "I expected you to be taller."

Makarov would look down at Freya his eyes not flickering a single ounce of emotion even after her callous words. He was tall enough in his eyes , plus it wasn't like height necessarily meant anything when one was trying to cause destruction and unleash horrors that would twist the most fragile of minds.

However this insect before him had been a pain in his side for far to long. A little bug that had taken more than it could chew and now shed face the consequences to her actions

" замолчи. Do not speak unless you're spoken to грызун. "

How Makarov wished to ring her neck right now. The audacity that she was here..attempting to break into his "home" was despicable. Repulsive and invasive.

He was the only one who should be allowed to break into the lives of others. The only one to destroy... so having someone attempt and fail painfully was repulsive and disgusting to him.

" you have one minute to explain before you get a bullet through your skull... or even I'll make it more fun. I will shoot both your shoulders and then plant the last one right between your pathetic eyes."

[coldjustness-archive]

There is the straighten of Neve's shoulders and the dart of her expression forward. a neutral expression staring at the mirror that put her one step away from the crossroads. Everything in her told her to just walk, there was no reason for her to remain and hear what Valeria had to say. She didn't owe her anything outside of the job that she was hired to do by a close friend. Nothing outside of the oath she had to protect her City from those who would destroy everything. No, loyalty to Rook was not why she returned, it was loyalty to Docktown.

No, at this rate - Detective Neve Gallus only stayed because she owed that much to Varric, that and she would never be able to sleep again with a job left unfinished.

So as she watched the ever twisting and turning magical swirl of the eluvian, refusing to look at Valeria - she does not to speak at first. Trying her best to push away the frustrations that boiled beneath the surface, trying her damned best not to feed into the knot in her throat that brought a taste of bile into her mouth. Every time Valeria opened her mouth Neve's fist tightened on her scepter, each word she uttered felt like a promise broken before the sentence was even completed. It's going to be a long time before she doesn't feel this way..

The Detective lifts her chin, nose turning upward with the gradual turn of her head to eye their leader - their unbent and unbroken, and unwavering leader. Who was there for everyone, and managed to stay strong for those around her.. Except when it came to Docktown, she was there for everyone but Neve Gallus. Typical. "Rook." She starts, a neutral tone, "I can't stop you from doing what you want, so long as you understand that I don't expect you to be there." Nor will she ask, at this rate she knows Rook won't bother showing up. "People don't care about Docktown, they make claims, yes- but those of us who do actually care, are doing what we can."

Then her gaze darts over her again, looking her up and down before she hums, "If you insist, then by all means follow - but please, Rook, stay out of the way. You've done enough."

@ingllvar / continued from here.

[mastcrmarksman]

@gammaragee ⸻ "You can't choose who you fall in love with."

❝ What if that person is you, Bruce? ❞

That's a loaded question as if he's been holding onto that for a while. As if it's been locked into the chamber, last bullet, and this was the perfect shot, the only shot. The guy kind of walked right into that one. Finally, this weight that he had been carrying around with him for so long has finally been allowed to lifted off.

The load is by no means gone entirely, but something that he's been able to grow around. It's something that he's dwelled on, that's followed him since the last time they were sat across from each other. Part of him woneders if that was good for him by any means. It's a little stone that's settled in his chest and he no longer has trouble with it being there.

The shape of it, the ache of it, was all too familiar to Clint. It was that feeling of when he was left alone, when suddenly there was an abscence that he wanted to run away from. Something he had run from, that followed him, and made a home. He's had long enough to brood on this, that the feeling has settled like dust.

Was it messed up that where his own peace had came from with the decision to agree, to help, to shoot Bruce Banner was resolving that he had to have; that he did do this out of love. That while the man was gone, had been dead, he realized that the scientist and him were alike more than different. The few and far talks they had when th man had just been man, they knew parts of each other's childhood that other's wouldn't. From memory, from their own stories.

Bruce's the one that had looked at him and said what other's didn't, because he knew, because he knew aabout his dad, about Jacques and Buck, and his brother. A fact of himself, he escapsed and ignored, even if right now he was wishing that he had met Bruce at a bar in the evening than a roadside diner in the afternoon. Clint pushes his fork around on the plate, he's not sad about this fact, about this reveal.

Do they really have time for this? No, but Clint's had a lot more time to think about this, think think about Bruce. ❝ I just thought you should know that I love ya, buddy. I... ❞ He's sorry it didn't work out, but then, ❝ So you know I was glad to do it. ❞ Not for the reasons he gave in court and he wasn't lying then either. he saw the green, saw the vision, saw the need to protect everyonr but every day in that jail celll, in his solitarie; he thought about Bruce Banner. His memories of him and the Hulk, of that moment.

When he hit the road with each twist of knife as people thanked him, his resolve only pushed towards torward this feeling for Banner. It's one he had before, already had been going (why else would he have kissed him). With him being dead and gone, only encouraged him to say it, to take every shot he had and this was that moment. You miss every shot you don't take.

❝ I've, uh, had time to think 'bout that. ❞ He picks up the cup of coffee to take a sip, Clint's not expecting Bruce to say anything. He'd sooner assume he'll get up and leave, or find himself looking down at the Hulk (who he really doesn't want to have this conversation with at the moment).

[muses0fgracie]

@musesofthesun liked for Bonnie! ( No Longer accepting )

Bonnie usually loved children (they were so adorable, and full of innocence despite the world around them sometimes being anything but adorable and innocent) and seeing them come into her bakery, but...

...for some odd reason, this one set her off. Really badly.

Something about this little girl's... aura, for lack of a better description. It was just unsettling. Almost evil. Ruined the overall happy mood of the room. It made her want to throw up and kick her out.

But of course, this woman had at least some semblance of a heart, and would not do so to a poor child. Besides, even if she did give off bad vibes, she was covered head to toe in bandages... perhaps she had come from somewhere bad. If so, then poor thing...

Bonnie would try to ignore these bad feelings and do everything she could to help this poor thing. And the little girl wouldn't even need to pay, she seemed to be REALLY hurt anyways.

"What can I get you?" she asked, slipping the girl a piece of paper showing all the options: Red Velvet cake, Pastry, White Donut, Scones, Egg tart, and of course, Meet Bun.

[mightwithin]

Luxanna and Darius　一　 @psielapki throws herself into his arms. 💙

　　Blood-soaked, strokes and splatters and rivulets upon one another until the white and blue beneath are almost a memory. He can never forget who he is, despite it all. Beneath all the grime and blood, indigo brushstrokes plainly describe him ; strength drawn in bold strokes, stripes earnt by being who he was.　Strong.　Strong like an inevitability. Stronger than death and hell. It's simple to him, being strong and using his strength, to know what he wants and to fight for it. He's always had the ability to see the speck of light waiting in the distant darkness and to carve his path to it. Rend and rip and hack and crush -- whatever it takes to return.

　　Return to this.

His arms engulf the rabbit jumping into them. His large form doesn't flinch, it's sturdily planted into the earth, a stone for Lux to rely on. A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest, pleased, affectionate. He's like a behemoth cradling something as frail as a porcelain cup -- Lux is so small and feather light in his embrace, so easy to lift. Only she knows how gentle and soothing his scarred arms can be.

Moments pass and he keeps holding on, pressing Lux's form against his, smelling her, remembering all the little things he'd forgotten. Yet, he doesn't indulge. Much awaits now that he's returned. The worst is over. He has returned and there's time make up for what he'd lost.

Gently, he lowers Lux. A hand lingers on her shoulder and he looks at her, drinks in all that he can see of her, and an old, familiar warmth blazes alive in his gaze.　What a strong leader.　What an incredible woman.　All he says is,　" You took care of everyone. "

It's always like this with him -- actions rather than words. Poetry has never been fit for war, cannot crush his enemies nor provide for his people. There are times when speaking what can be felt is necessary, but it's not now. Shoulders square then, and he regards her, leader to another.　" We better go. They're waiting. "　A smile quips the corner of his mouth ; they are like a king and queen reunited, ready to build their kingdom back together from its scattered shards.

[maudlxne]

❝ Excuse me - do you know how I can get to the medical corps? I have a delivery for them. ❞

She felt a bit bad about bothering a random passer-by - but judging by that protective headband he must be a ninja of this village. Who better to ask?

Actually, it was her first time in Konoha. It was hard not to get lost when every street seemed to keep going. Honestly, how do the people here ever find their way around? It was rather annoying. But an order is an order - they rarely get such a large request for medical herbs and the pay was too good to pass up. Even if it meant traveling a pretty long distance just to get here. Their apothecary was struggling to make ends meet as it was with her father handing out free medical services like candy these days.

@kikaichuno liked for a maomao starter!

[pupmusebox]

A forked demon tail be swaying behind him when looking upon mirrors and traversing his staircases as well, "As if I'll allow unraveling of time to occur, hrm... be in choosing a line of time to be a true one. I can make it so." for he done it once and expressing quite the demon while a bit keen to keeping things on track, "For betterment of the Young Master's dream... for now short moment be there until paths depart, as of now seas of time accepting travel once more. Bittersweet but... I figured in granting such a request, to humor my old soul and see how unions be among such residents of other realms..." ticking of a clock be heard while the echoing footsteps would sound in his room where time be different from elsewhere.

[sercphs-a]

⠀⠀⠀⠀W, huh.

[nightmarebound]

@trxvelingnightmxre​ said:  " i was born to privilege , and with that comes responsibility . "( hornet to whomever . )

     “ . . . YOU WERE, WEREN’T YOU? ”  it is hard to miss the way the halfling carries herself; harder to miss the crawling sense of divinity within. god-vessel peers down at her with somber curiosity; how young. surely not much older than hallownest itself  —  or what remained, anyway. grimm hums.  “ i see him in you. his POWER. ah, you’ve grown  —  i’m sure you must remember me, though i was not around for very long when you were small. why else would you be here? ”

     AH  —  he’s beginning to RAMBLE. that won’t do; he must always be the most dignified in the room. the weaverling may have CLASS, but NOT SO MUCH as his own. it is easier to think about that, rather than the miserable state in which he’d left the kingdom that first time. how pitiful, that one of the wyrm’s children would see to guarding the remnants of it. such a kingdom deserved to be forgotten — it was forfeit from the start.

     “ i know well the chains of responsibility, ”  he murmurs, drawing himself up.  “ it is a solemn thing to carry. do you ever do anything for yourself? ”  

[morvar]

Wings would be ablaze as Sera slowly started to fall from Heaven her hand is reached up as shock is overtaking her system. this was not what she had in mind. she didn't ever mean to fall but she had done something that was inexcusable.. murder of her own kind. she had killed one of her fellow Seraphim in a fit of rage and now she was suffering the consquences.

Slowly her body would start to fall from Heaven as her six wings slowly started to lose their white feathers it was painful it felt as if someone was ripping each feather off one by one. it was incredibly hot as well.

She felt as if she was on fire as the depths of Hell that were once so far away became closer and closer and closer with every passing moment. she felt as if she were a shooting star as she continued at the speed she was.. it was painful but even if she tried to stop herself she would end up snapping her wings in a ungodly manner... but that was a risk she was willing to take. slowly she would rip her wings open as she tried to slow herself down but it wouldn't work. instead it would cause a sickening CRACKING sound to echo from her wings as she would take a deep breath to hold in a horrific scream.

She was mentally bracing for the impact as her back slammed harshly against the concrete in an alleyway causing her to gasp out as pinkish red blood came from her mouth, shock was the only thing that filled her system currently. her wings were burnt and broken some of her wings still had feathers on them but other then that they were stripped naked. and two of the six wings were curled up unnaturally

She would lay there in the crater that she had created as her chest heaved up and down quickly , her breathing was shallow despite how fast her chest was moving up and down. she was horrified about what had just transpired. she was NO LONGER bound to heaven. she was fallen. a corrupted Seraphim now.

She would lay on the ground for a few more moments before she finally decided to get up the sound of her body cracking and snapping in the process would be auditable. normally a fall like this wouldn't phase her but it was different this was different... it felt like she didn't have her powers currently... she didn't know if this was normal.

She would start to hold onto a wall as she limped her way out of the alleyway. her sharpened eyes looking around at the blurred figures around her. there was to much noise right now .. she was sore and tired.

Slowly she would walk up to someone as she gave them a tiredly and weary glare it was taking her a few moments to process what she wanted to say but then a few words finally came out

"Nearest..doctor.... or whatever their called here... I have broken wings and I think more."

She was roughly speaking as she held herself against a wall it was the only way she could currently keep herself standing up right without the pain taking over and causing her to collapse.

"I think I am in shock as well...so I am not sure what would help with that either... ujgh why do I assume you would help me I am--- no I was a Seraphim.. a angel..."

She was chuckling lightly as her eyes went down towards the ground. she was trying to grasp everything that was happening to her but she couldn't and all her thoughts were jumbled like a puzzle.

"Help me."

@gethellbcnt

[telepathyia]

The ethereal brilliance that haloed Galeem haunted her thoughts. Though usually inviting, that very light was blinding, and it felt no less painful than glancing at the sun. And briefly, it caused the princess to wonder if this was what it was like to be in the presence of a god. Would the goddesses in her realm be just as overwhelming as Galeem? No, the answer came instantly once that question presented itself. She could never hope to understand the intentions of the old gods, the games they played with mortals that almost seemed like on whim, but not once did she feel the same sense of oppressiveness that cloaked Galeem from those gods.

Fear didn't find her. Not when Hy.rule had fallen, not when she faced Galeem with her comrades, and most certainly not now even as she drifted in the darkness after their defeat. (However, she did feel a complicated feeling upon being a prisoner yet again.) The princess is not sure just how long she was under Galeem's control, how long she was in this darkness, but appeared and then…

"Poyo!"

Her vision was blurry, her senses disoriented but she recognized that cheery voice anywhere. Ah, so Kirb.y managed to make it out alive. The princess blinked as she tried to make out the figure next to Kirb.y.

"Kir.by? Ganon.dorf?" She felt a lump in her throat once she said his name. She'd only heard of him from the legends. Though much like the other Links she'd come across, the princess could only assume he's from an era far away from her own. Imagine her surprise to find him within this realm, fighting alongside the other fighters against their common enemy. At first, she wasn't sure what to say in this situation. "This area... I do not recall coming here. What has happened since our defeat?"

@askganondorftobadragmire | starter call | closed.

[muses0fgracie]

@collectalong sent: ❛  they’ll come looking for me! they’ll notice i’m gone.  ❜ from jeremy to bonnie... uh oh?!

The Captive Audience | Accepting!

"Will they, now?"

It was always the same with ingredients, wasn't it? Always thinking that there was some kind of hope for them, or that some saviour would come and take them away from her.

Oh, no no no no! They couldn't have that. Not when there were so many pastries to make! Especially Meet Buns-- those were the most important, due to being the most popular.

She glanced towards her watch to look at the time. 7:30 AM. The bakery opened in 30 minutes, she'd have to do this quickly.

"That's what many other ingredients thought, too." And down came the meat cleaver in her hand as she took a slice at him; warm, flaming red blood covered the blade as it left quite the nasty cut.

"Now be a good boy, and shut it. I need a few things from you." And by 'a few things' she obviously meant his limbs.