#♛⊱⦃ ⏤ {ic.} ⦄⊰♛

[venisontransmission]

@voxxcd from here

Alastor presses closer, arching to press his chest to Vox's. His dark claws settle on the media demon's shoulders. They wrap around his neck, attempting to sit up on Vox's thighs.

From his propped position, he can lean down to kiss the television demon. His tongue slithers past cyan teeth and presses against the strange walls of Vox's mouth. The deer demon hums, appearing quite pleased as he groans into the kiss.

[shouyuus]

─── T R U E & S T O R Y

you meet in a coffee shop, in a bookstore, across opposite platforms of a passing train, in the windows of two cars going different directions. you meet in paris, in tokyo, in new york city, at the end of the world. pay attention to the story -- this is where we begin. a tale of lovers, of migration, from body to body, soul to soul, this documentation in human form, these stories in our skin. this -- the anatomy of you and me -- the anatomy of being.

─── THE TRUTH

welcome to my first stab at selfships! this is where i'll keep track of them, and the tags that'll mark them in my blog. below, you'll find a brief "story" with each ship, and the tag that goes along with it. it's all for fun and games, so please don't take it too seriously! i know i'm not! (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

─── THE STORIES

𖥔 ultraviolet 𖥔 ━ vi

"you're coffee's paid for -- oh and i was told to give you this." // coffeeshop!meetcute, idiots in love, butch and femme (opposites attract), kissing as a form of self-expression, petnames, lazy sunday mornings, love as consumption/love as possession, jealous!gf vs needy!gf // "do you guys ever do anything apart?" "uh. no? why would we want to?"

♛ you should see me in a crown ━ tobio

"we've... met before, haven't we?" "haven't we?" "maybe..." "but it feels like i've known you for a million years, my whole life." "maybe in the last one, we were together too." "yeah? well, i wouldn't be surprised." // chance meetings, love at first (or maybe second) sight, awkward first date(s), dancing in the dark, transatlantic flights, midnight airport pickups, falling asleep to your breaths on the phone.

ﾒ a song of storms and swords ━ zoro

story in progress...

[blindfoldcd]

@kitxkatrp (Kaeya) | continued from here!

From the moment he opens the window, she can smell the alcohol wafting off of him and, though rethinking her visit, she did come all this way and scale the building so... it doesn't hurt to ask. "Insomnia, mostly. As well as the lack of friends here, other than you."

She folds her arms on the sill, using it for leverage to hold herself up there more firmly than simply gripping the frame. Brilliant blue eyes shift to the side, a little sheepish for once though she tries to appear indifferent. "I was going to ask if you wanted to take a walk, but I can tell that might not be the best idea."

[fellmother]

          ↗          Bearer of the curse (haunts the narrative)

[heavens-sin]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐨 Date Fee: $5524 Customer Comments: "I want to do...more with Doflamingo... (Male in 30s)"

of course - its only natural

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁  a fortunate gift for such unfortunate circumstances , zelda pours herself over the arcanus isle compendium , finger tracing annotations left in neat cursive script . no , no , this isn't it -- and the princess hastily turns the page . for as detailed as the compendium was , it lacked any specific notation of the nightmare moss she'd been hearing of .

click . frustrated , a sigh of frustration passes her lip as she quickly presses the cover closed and looks around , reassessing her whereabout . it was one thing to be thrust into the middle of chaos . it was a challenge entirely separate to be placed in the center of an entirely unfamiliar land . sure , she had hardly scraped the surface of her own land , but uprooting oneself entirely from the familiarity was . . .

admittedly thrilling , had it come with better timing . for even if she had always carried the unspoken desire to disappear , it was not to trade tragedies nor abandon her own ongoing . but she simple had to make do the best she could and put her faith forward .

which was much easier said than done .

" excuse me , " zelda approached the reference desk . empty . abandoned . when circumstances were most dire , people sought the comfort of their homes and families . of course there were no workers left .

tap tap tap . nail bounced against the wooden desk as if calculating her next move . she could just go and . . . try and scrape a bit of it off to look at it closer . asinine . she was no botanist , and if the information releasing had any bit of credibility it was not in her interest to get close to the nightmare moss . . .

however , " it's no use . we'll never get anywhere without some risk . "

and so zelda presses her compendium into her arms , making haste towards the closed botany hall of the arcanus university campus . without risk , there would yield no reward .

[bodiceburstingqueen]

@ask-deepdarksea @guitargentlysweeps @titanic-toa

♛ Greetings.

[theoperaregina]

@dehvours liked for a starter.

Despite being a victim of her role as the Hydro Archon, Furina made it her duty to right the wrongs it had brought. Childe's involvement had undoubtedly aided in their path to victory when the prophecy had come to full swing. Nevertheless, it did not go past the prima donna that he too was an innocent bystander. Along with the gifts, flowers, and offers to pay for his medical expenses after battling the All-Devouring Narwhal, she asked Childe to visit Fontaine whenever he fully recovered to soothe the situation and personally apologize.

"Childe, thank you so much for coming to Fontaine." Furina quickly stands from her seat at the Café Lutece to greet the Snezhnayan. Despite her nervousness apparent from the way her words wavered, she continues, "I am glad to see that you are well. Y-you must be hungry! Please sit and join me for some lunch."

[zoranzeal]

@herospledge said: ❝ i don’t know who you are, but i’m sorry you have to see me like this. ❞

"Nonsense!" Sidon set his spear against his back and tugged the strange and battered young man back to his feet with such enthusiastic vigor that he nearly lifted him into the air. "No mark of a warrior is truer than those he sustains in battle."

He kept his hand set firm against the man's shoulder, but the moment he was confident he would not collapse again, the verve of the moment took over; he leaned eagerly forward, eyes bright.

"And what a battle it was!"

"Rarely have I seen a Hylian shoulder so many strikes of lizalfos electricity with such unflinching fortitude! Surely I would have died without your noble aid!"

[regaleur]

// Tag list 2

[venisontransmission]

@voxxcd

The day starts out as any other - a rather normal morning in Pentagram City. Alastor completes his morning broadcast, finally fully awake with three cups of coffee.

The hotel is abuzz with conversation as the deer demon makes his way back inside. Charlie has another one of her trust exercises. Something about a scavenger hunt, though she seems to be spending a lot of time reminding Niffty that dead roaches are not on her list. Meanwhile, poor Husker is forced to deal with Angel Dust, who is currently leaning over the bar counter, attempting to convince Husk that vodka is on his list.

As normal as a morning in Hell could be. Alastor enjoys himself watching them flounder about when he hears the clink of chains.

Ice settles in his veins as his head shoots up - there's nothing around his neck, but he did not imagine that sound. He never could - it's unmistakable. Lo and behold, that ice in his body is offset by the feeling of embers in his lungs. Reflexively, he wants to cough but also knows that he will draw potential eyes on him. Without a word, the radio demon steps into the shadows, away from prying eyes.

And something changes.

Because Alastor's signal is gone.

It's not noticeable unless one was in tune to the radiowaves - a missing blip on the radar. Alastor's constant presence has vanished without a single trace.

The hotel doesn't figure out something is wrong until day four. And it's three more weeks until the radiowaves are claimed once more. Alastor's signal had returned as quickly as it had disappeared.

He's exhausted, but being alone sounds terrible right now, so he takes his leave and teleports to Vox's apartment. He takes one step into the room and startles when a sudden shrieking alarm sounds, hair standing on end.

[vengefulqueen]

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[blindfoldcd]

@flamesignite

Legend says she's still running circles around Central evading Mustang.

[fellmother]

❛ i can’t do this. but even if i can’t, i have to. ❜ (from robin :3)

From the hero || Accepting

          "...If this is truly what you think you must do, I will not stop you,"

     She should have known this was inevitable. No— somewhere in her heart, somewhere deep within her very soul, has Morgana known for so long that this day would come, or a variation of it. It was only a matter of time until the Grimleal would come into possession of the Fire Emblem, with each stone shoved back in place. Before they would bring it to the Dragon's Table, and begin a call that would beckon those with wills malleable and burdened to trudge through the sands to lay what life they have before it, coercing Robin to take action personally. She is no fool— all the pieces are in place. Different in some details to what the mother remembers, for back then would there have been no need to use such force nor trick their child, but recognisable all the same.

     After all, it builds itself upon the very plan she and her husband had so painstakingly laid out, some two decades ago.

     Hands tighten their grasp upon one another, knuckles bloodless and taut, as though the action in of itself might be enough to release the tension blocking her throat. She cannot go. It would be selfish to do so at best, the cause of a horrific tragedy at worst. To step foot in that accursed temple would be to stand against all that she has clung to. A death— her own death— in front of Robin would be far too easy a moment to exploit. Her life would be forfeit regardless of if it is spared, she could believe to be Validar's thoughts, and what more fitting an end than to be the first sacrifice, but the only one disallowed the privilege to see the Fell Dragon.      So, Morgana lowers her shoulders, brows knitting together in some vain attempt to hide a grimace. Today, she will certainly lose her husband, yet only fate knows if she will also lose her son and people.

          "Do not lower your guard. Let nothing shake you. In such a state as he is now... your father will do all within his power to rouse Grima from slumber. One moment of weakness or doubt... and the choice is no longer yours to make, but his instead."

     How it tears at her heart, to loosen interwoven fingers and instead let them fall upon his shoulders. Since when had he grown so tall? How many years ago were those nights where she would sleep kneeling on the floor at the side of his bed, a hex-laced kiss placed upon the child's forehead to send him back to sleep, vowing to fend off whatever had frightened him so? And now here he is, in that waking nightmare with her. No longer crying, no longer being held tightly in her arms. Instead, collecting himself to face it head-on.

          "...Robin. Whether you accept or reject the offering... it needs to be of your own volition. Not his, not mine, not Chrom's. Yours. That is all I ask for."

     She says, and perhaps they are words the mother ought to have spoken to him— her child, whom she would sacrifice this world and the ones beyond it for— more than just this once.

          "No matter what happens... you will always be my son. And I will always love you. You mustn't forget that. Promise me you will not."

[heavens-sin]

      lips   curled   into   a   predatory smile.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   as he slid over the dash to the reader a small rectangular sheet of paper reading : " HELLO, PEASANT. ♡ This coupon entitles you to 3 HOURS *no talking  OF  ♡  𝑴𝑬 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑼𝑻 ♡  or ♡  𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑭𝑭 *i dont discriminate   ♡  "

in tiny bold print on the bottom read:

VOID WHERE PROHIBITED. WHICH IS EVERYWHERE BUT MY BEDROOM. OFFER NOT VALID IN CERTAIN LOCATIONS BECAUSE IVE BEEN BANNED. WHEREEVER THAT IS. REDEEMABLE FOR CASH AMOUNT OF 69,069 BELI. BECAUSE IF YOU WANT TO CASH THIS IN. YOU SHOULD KNOWITS REALLY GOOD HEAD YOU'RE GIVING UP HERE. ALSO NO KNOWN JURISDICTION WILL CASH THIS COUPON.  OFFER DOES NOT EXPIRE BUT "NO TALKING" CLAUSE EXPIRES WITHIN ONE MONTH OF COUPON ISSUANCE.

he waits for you to turn your head to him as he makes a rather suggestive pose with his fingers and sticks his rather long & pierced tounge through the small space between his fingers as if to showcase.

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ it had begun with holding an empty canister open to the skies that cried their sweet silver music , praying for the goddess to spare her another go-around . being displaced had been difficult enough the first time around . thrice was no longer coincidence , but curse . now , days later , she tasted nothing but lead in her mouth . delirious , broken breaths beaten by the eternal twilight . . .

run . run , little bird , whose voice is so small without no one to hear it . mud caked to her boots , with each step zelda drudged up the memories of hyrule's endless night . she ran along raquiesper creek's , dodging trunks , she fled central hyrule's burning corpses rising from behind her .

their numbers were . . . increasing lately . the mosquitos . the bodies . the lizalfos . . . ?? ʞɔi|ɔ , ʞɔi|ɔ , ʞɔi|ɔ . y e s . . . the lizalfos which danced in malice's delight -- their speed unmatched . she ran from the lizalfos that wished to have her , who wished to devour her . for zelda on her own was worth no more than a meal , and yet feared being taken by their razor teeth .

and as arms pumped , willing zelda away . . . she dared to look back at her demise . not with courage or strength , but with the wisdom to fear . and fear , she should , for the lizalfos's tongue lashed out , tying to her ankle just like the red string of fate that the goddess put on her at birth : except that her better half wasn't there on the other end this time .

instead , the lizalfos's grip pulled taut enough to draw blood as she hit the ground . and as the monster dragged her along the muddied sticks and leaves , arm raised to shield herself from the sight of her own death . she's seen enough .

@liightaga | campaign : omerta nostra