#♛ ┇ ❝ ` thread `

[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.

[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 }

[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]

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?

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ fingers tucked wafted hair from her face , incessantly stubborn in keeping her hair neat . . . or at least stuck in the cycle of tidying it . waiting was a miserable thing , only she knew that if she arrived on time . . . she would likely be already late . so , dutiful as ever , zelda lingered out of sight and out of mind to pass the time .

and to not think about it . the feeling that festers .

the pounce that she's greeted with ( despite watching it coming ) jostles her , stiff from her lookout . unaccustomed to embrace , the princess is caught unprepared and inexperienced , choking out an oh !!

" resilient . " she settles on , cheeks plump into a tight , stretched smile , " and a little surprised by your strength . i . . . i hope you've fared well in the meanwhile . "

warm and genuine .

" should we -- shall we select something to accompany us ?? it will be my purchase , of course . "

@liightaga continued from xxx

[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

[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."

[worshipme]

[ @itsyazmin ]

with the recent confrontation with his own feelings about his personal self, tyler’s started to do more things for him. whatever he did from now on, it’s because it’s what he wants to do. whatever he achieves will be because of his own skills and talents. if he didn’t love his family name, he’d throw that out too just to establish himself as his own separate person from his dad’s achievements. so this is where he’s started: a late night run through the city.

anyone else would probably look at him crazy when he says he’s “going out for a run” at this time, but tyler has always loved exploring the city late at night. when all the tourists have finally settled into their hotels and you could actually hear yourself think for once. he wasn’t even aware how long he was gone until he’s standing in the elevator heading back up to his condo completely out of breath and sweaty. he has his shirt slung over his shoulder because it was starting to stick to his skin uncomfortably. as far as he’s concerned, no one should be seeing him out in the hallway anyway.

he runs his hand through his hair and pushes it back to expose the skin of his forehead. he uses his shirt to wipe at the sweat that’s gathered there just as the elevator doors open and he moves to step out. he pauses once he realizes that there is a figure standing in front of him and it’s not one he’s seen in a while around here. “oh, hey neighbor. welcome home.” he greets yaz while his chest continues to rise and fall with every breath he takes. he slings his shirt back over his shoulder and nods his head. at least its someone who’s already seen him like this after a match. “you heading out somewhere?”

[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.     ❜

[atlastmyself]

@zobriezalarys liked for a starter / accepting

alicent did not trust him. her father had a habit of reminding her that both daemon and rhaenyra were not to be trusted if she was concerned with the safety of her children. there were few things in this world she cared about in the same way she loved her children. she meant what she said about rhaenyra being a good queen, but that did not mean she would come to trust her husband.

( and otto still spoke in her mind. still insisted, with more words that necessary, that her beautiful drunk of a boy belonged on the throne over rhaenyra. sometimes she wondered if that was her father's ambition alone, or a prophecy she had yet to fulfill. )

viserys had retired to bed, the last remnants of the dinner party being lost to the night. she rubs her forehead, exhausted already from the events of the night, and exhausted more by being approached by daemon. "the king is not well," she started, assuming that he just wanted to push past her to talk to viserys before he slept. "you would do well to leave him be."

[kronulv]

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

[mocksfate]

sorry guys but i WILL prioritize your ocs if you have a multimuse. it's just how it works around here, pardners 🤠

[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 )

[razedhell]

@hebled gets a start just because !

sea - green gaze watches Beck through the mirror as he zips up her gown, adjusting it slightly so the corset is no longer digging into her sides & head tilts slightly in consideration. teeth nip the corner of her bottom lip, painted with a bright red lipstick for the charity gala they’re hosting today & the princess suddenly gets an idea.

she turns in her 6 - inch heels, eyes locking with his baby blues as her fingers unbutton his dress shirt enough for his chest to be bared. there’s a tiny smile present, leaning forward Ravenna presses a kiss to his skin right above his heart, making sure there’s a stain from her lipstick left behind. “ just a little reminder that you’re already spoken for. ” proud with her work, she fixes his shirt once more before palms cup his jaw to bring his face closer to hers so she can leave a sweet kiss to his mouth. “ are we ready ? ”

[cerberice]

EYECATCHING IS A VAST UNDERSTATEMENT, he thinks. performers seem almost sparse in this city, not unless it were on a prettied stage set for such performances of grandeur. so when the sight of a familiar flourish of magic, wriothesley's first instinct is to pause, especially in regards to just who it was that has put on this fanciful display. and it was only him, no sign of lynette or freminet to be seen, as he takes this time to wait for the finishing touches and, inevitably, for the crowds to disperse after the grand finale before making his approach.

❝ If it isn't Mister Lyney, ❞ he finally chimes, not certain if he'd taken note of his presence amidst all the excitement. ❝ Got brought here, too, did we? And already making a small name for yourself. I take it your siblings haven't made the journey alongside you. ❞ which was a good thing to some extent, the warden feels, with something much larger than either of them in whatever this place is. now whether or not he was still upset about what happened before... ❝ This place is a lot like the Fortress. Just a little bigger and the wardens, well... I doubt I need to explain it fully. ❞

@firstgreatmagician