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[worshipme]

who: tyler && yaz ! [ @itsyazmin ]

where: nyc

there were times when tyler’s felt like the entire world was against him and today certainly felt like one of those days. he had woken up later than he normally would on a sunday because he had trouble sleeping the night before. that caused him to miss out on breakfast just so that he could make it to mass on time (there was nothing he hated more than arriving late to mass and having everyone take a peek at who had entered in late because the door was squeaky and loud). but the most terrifying fact of all: he was going to tell yaz today.

he stands in front of his mirror and adjusts the sleeves of his button-up before smoothing the fabric out. he knows the odds weren’t looking good for him. she was going on casual dates with others and had even called their friendship cordial. whatever he was going to say today would ruin that, but he’d rather see his feelings through than letting them fade into oblivion with the ‘what if’ lurking in the air. tyler runs his hands through his hair before going between taking his glasses off, putting them back on, taking them off again… before he finally settles on keeping them on. there wasn’t time for him to fuss about getting his contacts in, and frankly, he thinks the glasses are the selling point of his “sunday’s best” fit.

“okay socksock, remember what i said for later today.” he tells his cat who has been sitting at his feet patiently. “best behavior… i really like this girl. i don’t wanna ruin it if god blesses me today and answers my prayer.” he fixes his collar one last time, pats down the pockets of his slacks to make sure he’s got everything else he needs, and then lets out a sigh. tyler crouches down and scratches right under socksock’s chin. “wish me luck.” he whispers to her, leaving her with a peck on top of her head before he’s standing back up straight. tyler heads for the front door and makes sure to grab his leather jacket hanging up on the coat rack.. in case yaz gets cold.

then, tyler’s standing outside of yaz’s door and feels a chill even though he’s currently wearing the jacket. what if today was the last time they’d hang out like this because his feelings would ruin it? he gulps. but what if today was the start of something new? that thought is enough for him to ring the doorbell and wait patiently for her. whichever it was, that wouldn’t stop tyler from having fun today. they were going to get food, then have their furbabies meet… then he’d tell her. yeah… that’s the plan.

[luposcainus]

@lunarruled continued from x

“ Wouldn’t i be funny if both met at some point? Maybe that’s why we get along so well.” Caspian laughed. The werewolf king wishes he can learn more. Caspian thought for a minute. He continued to read through the book. “ Who knew that Lupos would be getting this much attention already? Maybe it’s because of me?” He wondered.

Caspian flipped through the books and he then widen his eyes. Hmm. An interesting passage. The Lupine then widen his eyes. " Hold the phone--" He then eyed on the Lycan page that said: Hybrids. " What if.. well.. what if Lycans found another Werewolf species? Perhaps maybe.. that's why I am sorta like a Lycan too?" Caspian had theories, but this is the only one he has for now.

[fellmother]

{ ooc. I know it's only a minor update to her portrait and there's still some things i need to go back and fix in the bottom half (for now we do not see it) but ugh

Mrs morgana i love you }

[razedhell]

open starter : ravenna astrape .

eyes roll, sitting back in her seat at the café & crosses on leg over the other. with a slight pout, Ravenna takes a sip of her iced coffee as eyes watch people walk by, some distracted by their phones & others too busy to wait so they push past those moving too slow. sea - green gaze flickers to her companion, head tilting ever so slightly as a mischievous smirk begins to curl the corner of red stained lips. " listen, i may die of boredom if we don't do something fun in the next 10 minutes. i don't care what . . . shopping, cooking, murder, anything ! "

[regalxpoise]

"you cannot live your life in fear, or you will forsake the best parts of it.” From @ravasz

She looks up from her empty goblet, exhaustion so deep her violet gaze is dimmed to a murky color. The corner of her mouth quirks, nearly impressed with Martyn. He was right. “I’m just so tired.” Aelora murmured, “And not from the wine.” Her voice cracked, and the young Targaryen bowed her head slightly, Martyn would never know her restless nights, the constant ache of knowing and witnessing with no real to power to do anything. To understand anything. “Fear is easier to curb than anger.”

[fellmonarch]

# ♛ FELLMONARCH ━━━ private, roleplay blog for SOMBRON of FIRE EMBLEM ENGAGE; interpreted & loved by BARELY ( any pronouns & eighteen ); affiliated with THE OFFICER'S ACADEMY.

PORTRAYAL NOTES.

as stated on the blog's side descriptions, SOMBRON will be written in affiliation to the organization, THOSE WHO SLITHER IN THE DARK, known otherwise as TWSITD. rather than serving as an agent, the Agarthans have seen to it that his purpose equals that of a war machine, not yet set into position but loaded all the same; held within the ranks of Seiros' knights. so, dressed from head to toe in armor, helmet locked over sneering fangs, ELYOS MUSES will not recognize him at first glance, though suspicion is granted freely ( simply because he is, in fact, seven feet tall and unknightly in everything but appearance ) . however, he will recognize all Elyos muses and their respective EMBLEMS, which can and will affect future interactions between said characters. the only instances of Sombron outside of his disguise are when he's resting in the forest or mountains, usually in his dragon form to gather energy. approach with caution, or don't, for those are lawless lands ( there are laws everywhere ) .

a very important factor of this blog, too, is that I am experimenting with both character and style. Sombron, at the base of his interpretation, is an UNREDEEMABLE ANTAGONIST, and I have no intent to make you all think otherwise; his crimes are not to be justified, just studied. I want to explore what made him the beast he is and why his fate will always be inevitable, as much as his horrors are inescapable. similarly, future writing partners must understand that the majority of this muse's interactions will be foul, whether in atmosphere or tongue. this cannot and will not be adjusted, as anything less does not give his character justice. while I am lenient with softening certain verbal choices, I will not allow malicious nor pranking actions to be done against Sombron without discussing the expected consequences. this is for the safety of everyone involved, even if I want him to be bullied.

CONTENT WARNINGS for this blog, as introduced in the interview, are discussions, mentions, and examples of, but not limited to, child abuse, mass murder, prolicide & the reproduction of children simply for usage, unnecessary & canon - typical violence, unrecognized survivor’s guilt, dehumanization, abstract & concrete religious themes, prejudice against other races, genocide, and ideations & thoughts of a religious zealot.

for now, that's all ! thank you for reading and i hope to write with you all in the near future 💕

NAVIGATION.

i. lawbook ━━━ includes mun information, blog rules, art credit, writing specifics, & more! ii. portrait ━━━ includes muse information, expectations, shipping availability, headcanons, & more! iii. abilities ━━━ necessary stats page, as of the affiliated group's rule, which includes a link to the respective tracker. iv. interview ━━━ the interview and interpretation prompts of the muse.

TAGS EXPLAINED.

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; 𝐆𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 ・ / in character . ( all posts that are "in character", hence the tag )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ・ / out of character . ( all posts that are "out of character", ex. shitposts, maintenance, meta, etc )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ; 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ・ / gallery . ( reblogged art, including possible art by the mun, of the muse )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 ・ / headcanons . ( posts centered around a muse's headcanons, meta, etc )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ・ / prompts . ( all reblogged posts with prompts, ask memes, sentence starters and the likes )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 ・ / inbox . ( all posts that are replies to an ask, excluding threads made from certain asks )

♛ ━━━ ❝ 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ・ / thread name . ( the threads tag )

[mocksfate]

@mcurnwatch ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 & bar'en ) ;

a golden thread hangs in the balance of her blackened finger, ever watchful eyes follow the scene unfolding before her. the wizard has plenty of audacity, the matron of ravens is willing to admit to herself, yet he does not seem to understand the gravity of the danger: going against such a large number of undead is a death sentence; a one way trip to her own realm. however, he doesn’t relent. fatigued, bruised and almost out of powerful enchantments, he persists blow after blow. that is exactly when the fate weaver pulls her index back to snap the thread – his thread in half. a gasp echoes throughout the afterlife when she notices bar’en’s string bends but doesn’t break. barely conscious but still prepared to give his all, he makes his last stand in front of a grave that is precious to her, and thus, without his knowledge, the elf’s destiny is sealed. time stops, his vision goes dark before he finds himself alone in an empty and cold room. 

“ welcome, fate-touched. ” she greets him in a whisper, still concealed in the darkness.

[cerberice]

SMOKE WAFTS INTO THE AIR, delightful scents clinging to it with every step taken closer toward the multitude of grills. seeing things made of glass cook delicacies as this was unique, though it was more the grumble of his stomach that drew him here, accompanied by a face that has become more familiar at his side when they got the chance to meet up. ❝ Smells good, doesn't it? Better than undersea brine any day if you ask me, ❞ he comments, taking a moment to enjoy the myriad of scents.

a few more steps forward is all it takes for him to stop, planting them in the center of it all, as he gleans over the array of meals ready to eat and fully becoming prepped.

❝ So. Any familiar dishes here for you? We'll give them a try. And by we'll, that mostly means me, given I haven't had anything from your home yet. ❞

@settleintoash

[worshipme]

who: tyler && yaz [ @itsyazmin ]

where: little italy, nyc

deciding not to get a real christmas tree made shopping for one easier. at least, that was what tyler thought. but alas, here they were in the third christmas themed pop-up store in little italy and tyler was still picky about the fake tree.

“i’m sorry.” he apologizes to yaz quietly. he wraps his arms around her from behind and pulls her up against his front. he doesn’t care that they’re in public anymore. he presses a kiss to her cheek. “but maybe we’ll find the perfect tree here, hm? and if not, i promise i’ll settle for one here. i’d hate to keep dragging you around everywhere.”

he pulls away from her and grabs her hand instead, lacing their fingers together. something was…. off about yaz. he assumes its because she had a real late start today and that always leaves someone groggy, but there was something else that’s been bothering him for days.

in mexico, while drunk off of tequila from their truth or drink game, yaz had told him she loves him. but then when he hinted at him feeling the same way for her in a conversation they had just a day or two ago, she hadn’t even acknowledged it. had she forgotten? was she that drunk? what was he supposed to do in this situation?

he leads the way to the section where there’s fake trees up on display, and once again tyler’s paying attention to every single detail. it gives him something else to think about for the moment.

[blindfoldcd]

@flamesignite | continued from here

"Oh, don't be mistaken. Your office is rather bland." Slipping a bookmark in her novel to keep her page, she closes it, setting it down in front of her. It wouldn't be the first time she's nabbed a book from his shelf, but at least she takes care of them and returns them to the Colonel in a timely manner.

Miya hums, crossing her arms atop his desk, contemplating on how to answer his question. "Aside from a routine check-in with a military officer? I was... bored, I suppose." She shrugs, but the gesture is stiffer than normal, almost as if she has her guard up, though her eyes and voice never waver. "However... you're the least insufferable Colonel to deal with and I'd heard you were transferred to Central, so... here I am."

[iizvmi]

@kowaindar0u ( yamatonokami ! ) / starter

❛    I  met  your  former  master.     ❜      he  made  his  entrance  with  his  own  type  of  punch  line,  straight  to  the  point  and  with  no  space  for  deviations.      as  soon  as  he  returned  from  his  “kiwame”  (  as  they  called  it  )  he  almost  made  a  beeline  straight  to  him  in  order  to  tell  him  about  that  particular  detail  of  his  trip.      but  heavens  bless  horikawa  kunihiro  who  waited  for  him  in  the  right  place  at  the  right  time  to  welcome  him  back…      how  could  he  skip  his  presence  after  that?      as  to  why  yamatonokami  yasusada  crossed  his  mind  when  he  recalled  details  about  his  trip,  he  thanked  the  blue  haori  they  both  carry  in  honor  of  their  previous  masters. but  still,  despite  the  cool  excitement,  he  couldn’t  help  but  feel  slightly  hesitant.   (  talking  about  former  masters  was  always  a  soft  spot  no  matter  how  many  upgrades  one  can  have  )        izuminokami  tilted  his  head  a  little  and  closed  his  eyes  as  he  grinned.      ❛    heh,  imagine  my  surprise  when  I  found  that  you  were  not  so  wrong  after  all  ––he  was  strong…   nonetheless,  hijikata  san  was  stronger.     ❜

[razedhell]

@micahsawyer left it up to fate & got ravenna astrape !

she watches him from the shadows, an unfortunate case of wrong place wrong time . . . for the man they both followed from the bar. Ravenna clears her throat to get his attention, offering him a napkin -- it won't clean off all the blood but enough to get him home, maybe. " seems we had similar thoughts about him. "

[kronulv]

jaime tells i'll fuck your mom but robb will go with i'll fuck your sister.

[coryosncw]

🌹 ───── it was a romance that he could not chase, district eight. he'd had no way of convincing them to send him to twelve even though that was where he wanted to go. he wanted to know lucy was alive, know that she was out there still. he'd given up everything and he didn't even have that. there was almost a tragic humor and he could not lie that the darkest thoughts entered his mind on that train ride to eight, at least until he was greeted with a 'friend'. now was the best time of all to make friends with the man he kept taking such risks of, wasn't it? he had ... for a while. until that same friend started to risk everything and his chance back to the capitol. he'd learned he could take a test, maybe find his way back, and he was so close that when sejanus nearly threatened it, he'd done what was necessary and it ultimately lead him back where he wanted to be.

what truly began to cause a twist and change was the coming of the 11th hunger games. everything that came before was no anew. betting would be stronger than ever, and this year there would be odds and ratings added to each tribute on a scale of one to twelve. instead of students seeking a prize it would be former victors, or adults that would mentor each tribute to a potential victory. scholars, and those with previous game experience to lead an idea for any district without would come a university student in a specific study that would provide mentorship. it was the past victors that had coriolanus snow on edge. it would be the moment he discovered if lucy gray was truly alive and out there. a solid yes or no answer to a haunting ghost in his mind for the last year. he stood near gaul who was ready to speak with tribute and mentor a like seeking any glance of that brunette woman who still held something of him. what would he do if he saw her? maybe in all this time she had moved on. could he blame her? would he be jealous?

"are you alive?" he whispered beneath his breath as he straightened his figure.

closed starter for @denydefeat ( lucy gray baird )

[mocksfate]

i really want muses like 4starion and lorelei to open up. i think threads in which muses become vulnerable with one another are some of the best. hidden gems with lots of character growth, which is the main reason i write!!

so who wants to take one for the team and let our muses experience the horrors of being known?

[cryopathiic-a]

The humans are being very loud. Don't they know it is silent prayer hour?