#☾ interactions

[dilan-aydem]

Who: @mcrcosantosWhere: Anderson, Scott & Ruiz

Dilan looked up from her computer as the door to her office opened and a man stepped in. A professional smile blossomed on her lips. This must be Marcos Santos, her next meeting on the calendar and one of her first clients since moving to Briar Ridge and starting over. "Hello, you must be Marcos Santos. I'm Dilan Aydem and I'm hoping to help you out." She gestured for him to take a seat opposite her desk. "Can I get you anything before we get started? Any water, coffee or something else?"

[dilan-aydem]

Dilan didn't know much about sports if she was completely honest with herself. They barely caught her attention and even when she gave them a chance, they barely retained her attention. So, this basketball game was no exception and she only found herself watching it because her brother was playing and he had asked her to show up and support him. However, her brother lost all of her attention when a girl entered the game and got hit smack in the head with a ball. The crowd audibly gasped, and Dilan found herself just as reactive. That looked like it hurt. She rose from her seat on the bleachers and approached the girl on the ground with a few other concerned people. "Are you alright? Don't get up too fast." She told the girl, not wanting her to try to get up and faint.

Location: Briar Ridge Rec Centre Starter for: Open

Did she know the first thing about Basketball? Other than it revolved around an orange ball and two hoops, Lia was completely clueless but as she stood at the side of the court, she at least tried to pretend she knew what was going on. Football, soccer, ice hockey, even baseball she would've been fine but as her brother bounced the orange ball on the ground, she couldn't help but wish he had given her some kind of cue cards so she could at least clap at the right time.

"They just move so fast.." Speaking to no one in particular. Her eyes widened as her brother hobbled off of the court. "You need to take my place, I have to get ice for my ankle." With little time to argue, Lia found herself on the court, not even knowing who's team she was on without shirts or bibs. "I can do this, I can do this, I can-- mother fucker." As the ball connected with the side of her head, the whistle blew and Lia tumbled to the ground. "This is so not my idea of fun."

[idyllcy]

dearest deity - leon kennedy x deity!reader (inspo by chesue)

Leon has a set routine that he has grown used to. He wakes up, and he prepares fruit from the garden for the small temple his family has passed down to him, two peaches placed at the altar before he goes back to prepare his own breakfast.

His family has passed down the art of worshipping a forgotten deity— one whose marble statue has chipped and grown covered in vines. Yet, Leon follows the routine, singing hymns in the temple at noon, tending and snipping the herbs that grow beautifully around the marble, blue eyes stuck to the beauty of the forgotten god that only his family tended to.

How lonely they must be.

At sunset, he lights the four candles at the foot of the statue by the altar, lowering himself onto his knees, whispering a prayer passed down for centuries in his house, eyes closed and heart still as he chants.

Typically, he finishes the prayer and the four candles go out on their own.

This time, however, he finishes and the candles stay lit.

He wonders if he should try again to pray, but as he opens his mouth to start again, two snakes slither from both sides, curling up the body of the statue as a comet passes in the sky, and Leon is startled to the ground. He falls backward, watching as a glow of gold erupts from the statue as the snakes turn into the same marble, and the altar cracks, tablet in the front sliding down as a shadow is revealed.

The body.

A body.

Someone opens their eyes from the inside of the altar.

You open your eyes from the inside of the altar.

"Where... am I?"

Leon would recognize that face anywhere, and at that moment, all he can do is thank the skies above for what is about to be graced with.

"Oh, sweet heavens of health." He whispers. "Do forgive this mere human for what he is about to do."

He takes a step closer, offering his hand to you, his veil sliding down his hair.

"Welcome to earth, dearest deity. This mere worshipper greets you."

You blink down at Leon slowly, tilting your head.

"The heavens greet you, kind man. Pray tell, what you wished to receive from a minor god of healing?"

"Nothing." He breathes.

God, if he could keep worshipping you for the rest of his life, then he would be fine.

"Nothing at all, dearest deity."

[engelsindleuchtfeuer]

for: anyone! (cap of 4!) (2/4) event: Pumpkin Palooza @cardinalstart

Ludwig stood behind his booth; a warm smile etched onto his face. He surveyed the vibrant festival that was bustling around him. The crisp air carried a scent of pumpkin and nutmeg. While crisp, he was still able to keep warm by hovering his hands near the steam that was billowing from the pot of traditional German Glühwein. Pumpkins, hay bales and various other booths were scattered about, a perfect backdrop to the laughter and music mingling in the air. For three years now, he had been happy to call this festival, the Pumpkin Palooza, his favorite event of the year. Each year he shared a piece of his German heritage with the community. Every time he became a little more familiar to the locals and he reveled in this sense of belonging.

He waited for someone to approach and reflected on the faces that he'd come to know and love -- people who returned year after year, eager for a taste of the sweet, comforting beverage. Ludwig wore his traditional Pumpkin Palooza attire; a cozy vest over a white shirt, accented with a colorful fall colored scarf. It fluttered in the wind as he wiped his hands on an orange checkered cloth.

The Pumpkin Palooza was in full swing and a familiar pang of anticipation stirred inside of him as he scanned the crowd. He hoped to see some regulars today -- exhausted parents in search of a warm drink, friends perusing for free samples and perhaps a few new faces.

Then he spotted someone who appeared to be coming towards him. Ludwig gave a nod of his head, calling out with a friendly smile "Hey! You know you want some of this spiced German wine, come give it a taste!"

[jojoslittleadventure]

agere kars moodboard ⋅˚.⋆☾⁺₊ ‧

[sonofnyx]

DAMON ADDAMS, é filho de NYX do chalé NÚMERO VINTE E SEIS e tem TRINTA E UM ANOS. a tv hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL III por estar no acampamento há DEZESSEIS ANOS, sabia? e se lá estiver certo, DAMON é bastante DETERMINADO mas também dizem que ele é MUITO FRIO. mas você sabe como hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

biografia / playlist / conexões / aesthetic

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ BACKGROUND;

Concebido a partir da união do Romaniano Andree Addams e da deusa Nyx, Damon Addams nasceu no dia 13 de Janeiro de 1998, na cidade de Cluj-Napoca, na Romênia, região histórica conhecida como Transilvânia. Foi onde passou grande parte de sua infância sendo criado por seus tios, pois seu pai partiu para os Estados Unidos da América atrás do sonho americano de uma vida melhor quando Damon tinha apenas três anos de idade. Os tempos passados junto de seus tios e primos não foram ruins, sua tia Catalina o tratava como se ele fosse um de seus filhos, seu marido era o típico pai ausente grande parte do tempo – por isso sua presença não importava na vida de Damon – e seus primos deixaram de ficar irritantes quando perceberam que o garoto não gostava de brincar nos gramados verdes que haviam por lá e não o importunavam mais para sair de casa junto com eles.

Essa parte tímida, reservada e reclusa da personalidade de Damon preocupava Catalina, que sempre deixava seu pai ciente das coisas que o menino fazia por meio de cartas e vice-versa, – sempre que sua tia recebia as cartas de Andree, ela nunca deixava de dizer o quanto o homem sentia falta do filho. Como da vez que Catalina descobriu Damon lendo livros no escuro total ou das vezes que ouvia o menino conversar sozinho a noite, ou com um amigo imaginário, como preferia acreditar.

Ao completar os oito anos de idade, Damon foi para os Estados Unidos, junto com um de seus primos mais velhos e já maior de idade, Sorin, o mesmo para ingressar numa universidade e Damon para passar a morar com seu pai. A mudança não foi fácil para o menino de oito anos, fuso horário e idioma diferente, escola diferente, ambientes e pessoas diferentes. Acostumado com seus primos para entreter à noite ao falar com e de seus amigos imaginários, como sua tia dizia, Damon sentiu-se ainda mais sozinho do que já era, mesmo com esses últimos ainda por perto. Por sorte tinha o rápido aprendizado e a habilidade da observação ao seu lado e não demorou muito a se adaptar às novas coisas.

De início sua relação com seu pai foi estranha e fria, não que ele tenha se sentido abandonado por algo que aconteceu cinco anos atrás e ele mal se lembrava, entretanto, o homem ainda era como uma estranha para si. Porém também não levou muito tempo até que se sentisse confortável com Andree por perto, ainda mais quando o homem parecia o entender bem e não estranhava seus hábitos noturnos e sua vontade de ficar na escuridão, como acontecia na antiga casa com seus tios.

Em seu aniversário de dez anos, seu pai lhe contou tudo sobre sua história, sobre sua mãe ser uma deusa e de como as outras pessoas não entenderiam e por isso esse fato devia ser o segredo dos dois e, por isso também, não demoraria muito para os dois se separarem novamente, pois em algum momento Damon teria que ir para um lugar mais seguro e onde haveriam crianças como ele. Isso fez com que o garoto se interessasse pela mitologia grega ao qual lhe deu origem e passasse a valorizar mais o tempo com seu pai, que não o estranhava e o incentivava a treinar suas habilidades, longe de olhos mortais obviamente.

As criaturas estranhas lhe perseguindo e destruindo partes diferentes de seu colégio não eram um grande empecilho em sua vida, já que nunca fora um aluno exemplar por causa de seu TDAH, então ganhar o título de “trouble maker” solitário e ser suspenso várias vezes não era um problema – nem afetavam suas boas notas, já que sempre se esforçava para aprender as matérias sozinho ao ler os livros. O problema foi quando, já com seus quinze anos, Manticoras resolveram atacar sua casa. Com muito esforço, Damon conseguiu distrair as criaturas para que seu pai fugisse para segurança. Depois de muitas horas e muitos ferimentos, as bestas mortas, conseguiu se encontrar com Andree e sugerir para que o mesmo voltasse para Romênia, mesmo que temporariamente, para sair da zona de perigo, pois não queria colocar a vida do pai em risco. Andree não se opôs muito a ideia e lhe instruiu ir para Long Island, dizendo que lá haveria um lugar seguro para si; após ambos arrumarem as malas, Andree se despediu de Damon com um beijo na testa e cada um foi para um lado.

Chegando em Long Island, Damon foi recepcionado calorosamente por Harpias, fazendo com que o filho de Nyx corresse para o lugar mais escasso de população o possível para que não colocasse a vida de mais ninguém em risco. Damon foi encontrado e levado quase inconsciente para o acampamento Meio Sangue por um sátiro, após esgotar toda sua energia para destruir as criaturas e se manter vivo por uma semana inteira enquanto vagava as florestas de Long Island sem ter para onde ir.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ PERSONALIDADE;

Damon tem a típica personalidade de um filho de Nyx; quieto, distante e reservado. Por ser frio e calculista, tende a pensar muito antes de tomar decisões e fazer algo; é impulsivo apenas em situações de vida ou morte, para se proteger ou proteger pessoas que julga importantes para si. Observador, tende a notar pequenos detalhes e coisas que acontecem ao seu redor, o que é uma grande vantagem para estratégias quando está em campo – porém por ter pouco tato com sentimentos e vida em sociedade, não percebe muitas coisas desses campos. Tem muita dificuldade de confiar e se abrir com os outros por ter sido sempre muito sozinho e, também, devido as pessoas sempre terem sido hostis ou mantido distância de si por causa de sua aura assustadora – de filho de Nyx. Mas isso não significa que Damon seja desprovido de emoções.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ PODERES;

Ubracinese - Solidificação de Escuridão: é o poder de solidificar escuridão, sombras e trevas. Damon pode tornar qualquer matéria baseada em escuridão ou sombra em algo físico, podendo usa-la como membros extras, como braços e mãos, ou ferramentas, armas e armaduras, podendo danificar objetos e ferir pessoas com uma certa facilidade, além de poder ser tão duro quanto aço ou até mais ou ser flexível, de acordo com sua vontade. Por ser filho da personificação da Noite, seus poderes ficam um tanto enfraquecidos durante o dia e Damon se cansa mais rápido ao usá-los, diferente de quando os usa à noite, que é quando fica mais forte.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ BENÇÃO;

Érebo já vinha observando Damon desde quando sua irmã havia lhe dado a luz; após o garoto descobrir suas raízes, sua devoção e respeito por sua irmã já lhe garantiram diversos pontos positivos com o Deus, porém o primordial passou dar mais atenção ao rapaz quando o mesmo teve sucesso em recuperar e devolver seu item mágico, o Chicote de Érebo, garantindo-lhe a bênção da Aura Assombrosa. Benção essa que concedeu a Damon pois notou que, há alguns anos atrás, o rapaz utilizou de sua umbracinese para parecer maior e mais ameaçador enquanto lutava contra as Manticoras para salvar seu pai.

Benção de Érebo - Aura Assombrosa: Apenas com a sua presença em um combate, o ambiente começa a esfriar, escurecer e enfraquecer efeitos quaisquer que gerem luz e esperança.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ HABILIDADES;

Sentidos aguçados e agilidade sobre-humana.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ATIVIDADES;

Instrutor de Meditação e participante do Clube de Artesanato.

⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ ARMAS;

Espadas Curtas Duplas — Moon&Stars: feitas de ferro estígio, Damon usa duas espadas curtas em cada mão. Treinado desde novo, e devido à sua agilidade sobre-humana, o estilo de Damon com ambas as espadas curtas parece quase que como uma dança.

[dilan-aydem]

Who: @ofxinnocencewrites Where: The park

After it came time to take off your mask and reveal your identity, the last thing Dilan expected was for the man who she had danced with earlier to come up to her and take off his mask. She had been coming from the date she'd been paired with earlier that night and hadn't expected to run into the man again. What she expected less than that was for him to ask to see her again, and what's more for her to agree. But she did. And here Dilan found herself waiting in the park for Ashraf to walk his dog with him. Practice for her own dog one day he had joked. Just as she was checking her phone again, she saw them approaching and smiled up at him. "So you two made it." She greeted.

[dilan-aydem]

Dilan was taking an early lunch since she had a meeting with a client during their own lunch time from their job. So, she found herself sitting in Luther's with a book in hand as she slowly ate her lunch. Though, it seemed that even with an early lunch the restaurant was still fairly crowded. However, any thought of a comfortable lunch with a break from people was ruined the second a man sat down. Apparently a very cocky man. Dilan looked up from her book, dark eyes taking in the man as he slid comfortably into the booth without her even answering him. "Hello." Dilan finally spoke, saying the word slowly as if to prompt the man to use some basic manners. She glanced down to her soup and salad combo and then back up to him, leaning back in her chair. She raised an eyebrow at him, and allowed her attention to go back to the book. "You do know there are a few other tables that are still open where you might be more comfortable, right?" She murmured, her gaze on the book so maybe he'd get the hint.

LOCATION: Luther's Rare and Well Done WHEN: Sunday, just before midday FOR: Open (capping at 4)

It was something of a metaphor, really. Sitting down at a random table that was already occupied with a cup of tea, looking for tea. He really could have begun his search for intel on the town anywhere, but what better way than to start in his eyes than at the local diner, owned and operated by Cameron Bishop. There was the benefit of having a connection with the owner, and the fact that it was hella busy and full of locals. Not busy enough that he couldn't get his own table, but.. what good would that do? "It's pretty packed in here, huh? Mind if I join?" In typical Carter fashion, he didn't even wait for a response as he casually slid into the booth, took a deliberate sip of his tea, and then rested the cup on the table, completely unfazed. "What did you get?" He asks, leaning forward to inspect their plate before shifting his gaze to meet theirs. "Does it taste as good as it looks?"

[botanikos]

Just another lyric prompt!

Send one of the lyrics below to say to my muse and see how they react! Feel free to change pronouns or add/remove names as necessary to better fit your narrative and muse(s).

"I couldn't utter my love when it counted."

"So love me now or let me go."

"You could be the one to make me feel something."

"I am the one that's holding grudges."

"Go one and say what you want."

"I've begged you to come back in, but I can't do this again."

"I fell in love with a girl I met in Hell."

"I ain't Hades, but I'm the King."

"Seen any miracles lately?"

"Maybe you should reflect on your own piety."

"I'll be there when the sky falls down."

"Let me go."

"I bet that if we never met that you'd still haunt my soul."

"Oh, whatever you do, don't come back for me."

"Love is not enough."

"When you're here, it breaks my heart."

"Here's my confession, I've got a death wish."

"You're never changing."

"I know you're nothing but a parasite."

"Look who's crawling back again."

"I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional."

"I'll make you want me."

"Baby, tonight I take you dead or alive."

"If you have the answer, let me know."

"There's nowhere to run when all is coming undone."

"I don't wanna see you anymore."

"So, you wanna start a war?"

"So, you wanna be immortal?"

"Why don't you hurt me a little bit more?"

"I can see the end in sight."

"Don't leave me behind."

"I don't want the world to turn without you."

"I'm in love with the way you hate me."

"Oh, this feels like the end."

"This is exhausting, leave me for dead."

"I swear I only fell for you on accident."

"Tell me it gets easier."

"I'm stuck with you."

"I'd leave you for someone else."

"Loosen your grip before I choke."

"This is a wild game of survival."

"And there's nothing that I can do except bury my love for you."

"I long to hear your voice."

"You never met someone like me."

"My heart has teeth."

[dilan-aydem]

Was this really what living in this town was like? That Dilan could visit the beach any time she wanted? It kind of felt like it was too good to be true. But here she was enjoying the beach in February on a random day. Of course it wasn't too hot yet, and she was more clothed than she was used to on past visits to the beach. But it was still refreshing. Dilan had decided to forgo one coffee shop she liked reading to read at the beach. Looking up from her book, she let the woman list her treasures. "Is it a nice necklace at least?" Dilan asked.

location: briar beach pier open starter

It had been an impulse buy she had done after a bad break up some years ago, and while she had her sunday off she decided to give it a whirl, seeing as returning it was not going to be believable anymore. It was quite fun, waving the metal detector around across the sand, digging out various of items already, though most of it were cans. "Can you believe what they leave behind?" She said aloud to someone nearby, never having issues with starting a random conversation. "I've already found five beer cans, one can of pepsi, one earring and a necklace. Insane."

[withinthem]

♫ for @saltedair, carina & maya ( heaven, iowa - fall out boy )

"I will never ask you for anything expect to dream sweet of me."

[nxkyvm]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ open starter ;

no apartamento de jihoon. cw: abstinência de drogas.

˚。 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ━━ é coca-cola! ━━ exclamou exasperado, antes mesmo de erguer os olhos para muse. estava sentado no mesmo banco há uns bons minutos, apenas observando a movimentação. nakyum estava sofrendo com os sintomas de abstinência, todo dia era uma luta para não voltar aos velhos hábitos. e sabia que as pessoas seu redor vigiavam o que fazia na intenção de ajudá-lo, de protegê-lo de alguma forma. e que, estando em uma festa, esse tipo de atenção dobraria. entendia, mas não podia evitar a irritação. ━━ só coca-cola! esse é o mais próximo que cheguei de cocaína, não se preocupa.

[sumeruin]

I can tell you live in the U.S because only an american child would lack this much common sense.

And no you aren't in the clear. You are allowed to write yes. You can write in private and no one will ever know, but this is a public platform. Posting explicit content to the internet as a minor is against the law. Not to fucking mention the legal liability you put others at risk for interacting with you.

You arent creating a safe space to cope. Youve only gone and put a target on your back as a potential child to groom. Aswell as given many quick access to other such blogs. Youve created a space that hids child groomers the best out of all of them. Any one of the people who interact with you could be a child groomer masquerading as a "safe adult", or even another minor.

The safest way for a child to be on the internet is to be invisible. But all you kids do in your quest to have a voice or say in matters you are too young to have a say in, in your need to be on a moral high horse and enact your online rebel vigilante justice, Is make it easier for minors to be found and targeted.

Let me rephrase.

You are a child. It is not your job nor responsibility to create a "safe space" for such a sensitive and dangerous topic for your age. It is not your job nor responsibility to fight back against stigma over teens having sexual desires or using fiction to cope with trauma. It is not your job nor responsibility to carry the burden of reassuring others that they are normal or okay.

All you are doing right now is putting yourself and others in danger. You and every other minor on here openly claiming to be a minor. It is "safe spaces" like this that get targeted. Especially on an anonymous heavy site like tumblr.

You do not understand or care about the consequences of your actions because you do not believe any except that which you choose to imagine exist. You think its not that deep but it is and ive seen it happen far too many times before.

You aren't being smart, or brave.

You're being stupid and selfish plain and simple.

baby i have no clue what you’re talking about

[dilan-aydem]

Dilan sent him a smirk as she surveyed the crowd and chewed on his comment. "Ah, don't tell me you're trying to say that people will ultimately get up to no good with the power of the mask?" She teased, her eyes widening in a mock shock behind her own mask. "What kind of scandalous things do you see happening tonight when that dawns on people then?" Dilan asked.

She sipped the drink, and though she wasn't sure exactly what she was drinking, Dilan knew she enjoyed it. Dark eyes flickered back to the man. "Really?" She asked, genuine surprise in her voice. "You just seem like this isn't your first masquerade. Not with the way you were talking earlier." But something stood out to her and she turned back. "Wait, event planner. Does that mean you are behind tonight?" Dilan inquired. "I like dancing, but I'm not very good at it. You can take me out for a spin if you don't mind that I probably will end up stepping on your toes." Dancing like that, in frame and so close to someone was something she hadn't done much in her life and Dilan knew she'd end up fumbling it with some stepped on toes.

"The night's still young," Zey couldn't help but to tease back, smirk on his lips as the mystery woman offered a playful response to his approach. The movement of her dress had caught his gaze once again and it was wild to him that she'd actually been standing there all on her lonesome. Though, it had seemed as though she were scoping out the lay of the land. "Plenty of time for shame to take ahold after people realize the power of a mask."

When she took the offered drink Zey joined the mystery beauty in a drink and nodded as she responded to his question. "I have to be honest, it's my first masquerade as well. When the event planner suggested it I thought it was a great idea. It's been nice for sure, but I've mostly been mingling." Unable to resist, Isaiah's green eyes dipped down her dress once again. "Are you into dancing? Can I take you for a spin out there?"

[jxcketpotato]

{Hello!! New RP blog here with 19+ years RP experience! Looking for interactions!

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[orangeshinigami]

🍓 @riceball-galore | plotted.

He hadn't been sleeping well, hadn't been able to pay attention while at school lately-- Not when there seemed to be a war going on inside of him. Was he turning into one of the very monsters he'd often fight? If so, that meant he would become a threat to those around him, to those he loved. That was unnaceptable, until he found a way to stop what was happening to him, to control the hollow within himself, he would have to keep a certain distance from his family and friends.

Obviously, that would be no easy thing.

He blinked a few times, Orihime's voice breaking him out of his thoughts-- Their last class for the day had just ended and she'd come up to him talking about the art project they had been assigned, and he thought he'd heard her ask if he already had a partner for that but maybe he'd heard it wrong, since the worries troubling him had kept him from giving her his full attention.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that-- what did you say?"