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[missninetails]

"Serinaty?"

Seems Hudson has returned from his hibernation. Occasional, but necessary to keep himself in check.

However, it was needless to say the air felt...different. Something had changed, didn't it?

For a moment she looked at the one who called her name with confusion. Now emerald eyes stare as if the other were but a stranger...and then recognition reflected as she grasped at fuzzy memories. "Hudson?"

Was that their name? It's what came to mind. A feeling of sadness comes as she knows her appearance was different now from the past. "I'm sorry...I don't have many memories left of you."

[kokoronohiroi]

“ i miss you terribly whenever we are apart.  ”

' i miss you , too , more than anythin' else ! luckily , we don't have to be apart ever again. we're like two peanuts in a pod , if that's how the sayin' goes. '

[knavelies]

remembers i need to work on my pinned 🫣

[profprincess]

we should've gotten greavard in swsh!!!!

[tsareviich]

@w4ntd :   𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 

he's thinking.... he's thinking..... " i'm gonna have to pass. "

[zcrayas]

Towers over the hunchback woman. He leans down, tilting his head to see what she's looking at. - acoldshadow

It was a piece of a map. Few crosses of red ink decorated it.

Her finger traced down the marked road down from the North, then, distracting from it. Tapping over two bigger landmarks, while her head stretched to spot any of them.

"Fie..." Apparently, she had lost the course while avoiding the patrolling horseback knights.

He might have watched her for a good moment; before turning to check the surroundings behind - only to find the large frame with canine features leant closer. Such sight had her jump up from the a crumbled ruin she had as her seat. Yet, this one was not a wild beast - and stood tall like a knight.

For how long? Rya pondered.

"Pardon my distress, for you have taken me by surprise." || @acoldshadow

[paradiiselcst]

⚡ A song that my muse would listen to

✧✦⭒ SONG ASSOCIATIONS | ACCEPTING

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

What is Crushed Crown about? My first thought was high school, it even looks like it and I thought it was a Prom based event, coming from the title.

Idk, that's just me!

You're correct with that chunk! HOWEVER it's more so in plot-related flashbacks. Six college students (and best friends) just got out for winter break. They're sophomores this year, and there was a prom incident that happened last year (when they were freshmen in college). After some convincing by one of the friends, they go back to check in with the old high school...only to find out it's abandoned.

Which is weird because the school was active last year! They're unknowing of what occurred for it to be shut down completely. Supernatural entities, dealing with trauma, and rekindling old, unwanted memories. :3

[fanfaire]

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?

　　　　　　　　　　　　「　★　botanical headcanons!　」

the individual furina would theoretically want to contact most is what she knows as her mirror-self, or focalors. but that does make this somewhat of a cop-out answer because i think ultimately if really, genuinely given the chance to leave a last message for her mirror-self, furina would think about it for a long time

and then ultimately end up not doing it.

. ♕ — ( 1 ) to my understanding, furina never actually knows about focalors' existence, whether she's real or hallucinated, or what happened to her at the end of the fontaine AQ.

from what we see, furina never again speaks to or hears from focalors in the 500 years after she first receives the assignment to act the part of the hydro archon, on blind faith that it would potentially help to stop the prophecy from happening. ( i could do a whole other meta about furina's agreement to do so but that's for another day. )

this is deliberate on focalors' part, and i think not for lack of furina trying over the centuries. it's likely that furina has gone through many, many iterations of the:

— was that just a dream — am i actually doing all of this for nothing — i haven't heard anything else maybe i'm just acting for nothing — no it had to be real or else i really will have done all of this for nothing — if only i could just have one, one hint, one clue this is still useful . . .

cycle over all the time she's spent committing to the bit. but focalors' deliberate decision to never give her "a sign from god" ( given that focalors is very cognizant at the end of the AQ of how much furina has gone through in order to play her role and — iirc — implies she's aware she did her dirty in order to adhere to the plan ) was also part of the plan. not only in the sense that furina had to be clueless of it in order to not attract the attention of the heavenly principles, but also because i believe focalors was aware that in order for furina to best play the part for as long as she needed her to, she had to on some level believe the part.

and that meant merging herself and godhood psychologically on some level. which wouldn't be as possible or effective if she knew that she was getting directives from a separate entity, aka. 100% sure she hadn't just all imagined it in her head in a fever dream one day or something.

and then of course insofar as the end of the AQ is concerned, only neuvillette and the traveler are privy to focalors' appearance and her reveal of her grand master plan. and only the traveler ever experiences furina's memories and inner psychology within the dreamscape while furina herself is catatonic in the chair.

. ♕ — ( 2 ) this is all to say: even though on some level furina still wants answers to all those questions above:

— was it all for nothing / was the prophecy fake — did i play my role well — did i save fontaine like i wanted to — were you ever real

on some other level she also doesn't want the answers to those questions. there's safety and stability in the schrodinger's answer, so to speak: without knowing for sure, she can continue on with the narrative she needs in order to make sense of herself.

she wants the answers to confirm that it all meant something. she doesn't want the answers out of fear that it all meant nothing.

[pawnedprince]

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[missninetails]

[[ Dan Heng -> Serinaty ]] A Foxian? Here and not on the Xianzhou? This was...a strange occurrence. "...Forgive me for being so rude and staring at you. I just... I never expected to see a Foxian straying so far from the Xianzhou. Welcome aboard the Astral Express. "

It was rude to be stared at, although she's experienced it in so many forms that it could easily be disregarded let alone ignored. As the male spoke up her emerald gaze turns with mild interest to his own giving a tilt of the head as to what name he commented on. Perhaps that's a common place in this type of world to see her kind. How lucky.

"It's alright. I heard the train is going to Belobog for a stop so I figured I'd catch a ride." A bit of information told her something good was there she just had to go see. "I'm Serinaty." While she does have a last name she doesn't feel the need to toss it around even if he'd not know the meaning.

Better safe than sorry.

[kokoronohiroi]

“ i made you dinner. ” because he would never let him go hungry, ever ♥️

OKUYASU'S HANDS are quick to grab at utensils before butt even made contact with dining chair - letting out a rather bombastic ' thank you ! ' before quickly shoveling down the food. between every other bite , though , he takes a moment to savor the taste and to relish in the fact he gets to enjoy a home cooked meal after a long day. a simple delicacy he hadn't known he had missed. ' i know i already said thank you - ' chews. ' - but i mean it ! no one can cook quite as good as you. ' another chew. ' italians sure know how to cook ! '

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[sappfyre]

@poweresides asked: “So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.” ( Helaena )

Aemond   stood   by   the   window,   gazing   out   over   the   sprawling   expanse   of   King's   Landing.   The   city   lay   quiet   in   the   early   morning   light,   a   deceptive   calm   that   belied   the   turmoil   brewing   within   its   walls.   He   turned   his   attention   back   to   Helaena,   her   eyes   distant   and   thoughtful   as   she   traced   delicate   patterns   on   the   armrest.   Aemond   studied   her,   the   words   lingering   in   his   mind   like   a   haunting   refrain.   Helaena   was   always   full   of   such   cryptic   musings,   her   dreams   and   visions   painting   a   tapestry   of   foreboding   that   he   struggled   to   understand.   "Do   you   truly   believe   that?"   he   asked,   his   voice   low   and   edged   with   a   tension   he   could   not   conceal.  

Aemond   clenched   his   jaw,   frustration   bubbling   beneath   the   surface.   "We   are   Targaryens.   We   do   not   simply   accept   our   fate.   We   shape   it."   The   thought   of   their   family's   downfall   was   anathema   to   him.   They   were   dragons,   born   to   rule,   to   soar   above   the   lesser   beings   who   scurried   below.   To   accept   an   end   was   to   deny   their   very   nature.   "You   almost   seem   too   pliant   to   see   our   demise,   sister."

[verreprincesse]

@hellcharm dreamed: 🎂 🕗  💭 ❓

🎂 — age and/or birthday

31! Jan 17th.

🕗 — time zone

EST

💭 — MBTI and/or enneagram, if known

infj-t & Type 1 or 2 with possibilities of 1w2 or 2w1 ( idk what that means though )

❓ — three adjectives that describe you

klutzy, caring, and stern

[mvriigold]

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜ + " the fucker deserved it. " | ( fbsdhjkf also danny for chrissy, pls let him punch ur weakass bf- )

“No.” Chrissy’s as quiet as usual when it comes to this. Eyes avoidant, arms tucked around herself in replacement of her letterman sweater. There’s a giveaway tremble to her voice that could be mistaken for anxiety, and probably would be by most people that know her. But more than anything, she’s just upset. Upset, and tired. It felt like fate that the game would turn into a disaster. Jason had gotten his mind set on the opposing team making a foul play, building anger evident as he’d practically picked a fight with the referee. Chrissy had watched the telltale veins pulse in his neck, had blown a kiss his way to try to ease his temper back down. It hadn’t worked. Especially when her school’s team had ultimately lost. And only by three points, too. She hadn’t wanted to go to the post-game party, after that. Jason’s frustration had stunk as bad as if he’d drowned himself in alcohol, and Chrissy hadn’t wanted to go anywhere with him in that state. She hadn’t even wanted to go to the party to begin with - not even if they won. She’d always planned on excusing herself away. But God, had the stare he’d given her when she’d done so made her squirm. Made her want to shrink and hide, as phantom bugs skittered over her skin. He’d stared, said “Chris,” in that flat, disbelieving tone, and she’d avoided his eyes as she stood her ground. It’d been easy to hear the cogs turning in his head. Easy to picture his eyes shifting upwards, and finding Maria where she stood in the crowd. Jason had never been a huge fan of her befriending one of the “enemy.” Chrissy was sure that the word on her letting him down would reach her mother by the morning. It always did. “Can we just… go somewhere?” Still hugging herself, she finds herself reluctant to look up at Danny just yet. Talking to him right now won’t do her any favours; she can feel Jason’s eyes digging into her from where he stands near the gymnasium doors, before they cut away. She can already hear the way he’ll remark on this when they’re back at school. “I just… don’t really want to stay here, right now.”