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[stcrmborne]

|| What Kind of Love Are You? || - Rhaya

Love as Youth

Your love is buoyant. Your love is bountiful. It is ageless, and it will never age. When you fall in love, it is breathless. It is joyful and endless, it is magnificent. You think it, like your youth , will last forever. Youth is eternal, and so is your love. Your love skips rocks and tells stories, your love roasts marshmallows over fires, and laughs freely. Your love does not take itself too seriously. Your love is jumping into puddles just to watch the water splash, and dancing in the rain, and it is watching Sunday morning reruns of cartoons to feel young once more. Your love is forever, forever young. Being loved by you is to be loved by the summer months. And those never end, do they? Well, I won’t tell if you don’t.

Tagged by: @springvaletales Tagging: You 👀

[stormfangs]

⊰ ` WHAT SHATTERS YOU ?

; —- SORROW.

This world TAKES & TAKES, & you CANNOT understand why. . . your heart CRACKS with each loss, & now, you FEAR it is only held together with fraying strings. perhaps you consider how simpler it would be NOT to care. but, would your SOUL allow you to ?

tagged by: by me bitch tagging: @soulbiinding , @herodies / @astralcrew/ @tragidies @freedthedark, / @diablescharmants , @twilightfated , @pulserisk , @leviaegan , & @herthorns / @skydragn

[yukimurah]

( キツネ ) - #yukimurah , an independent and heavily canon-divergent interpretation of akira yukimura. please note, she has been removed from the tw canon and based as an original character. a study in the themes of duality of soul and spirit, figuring out one's self from one's lineage, and finding kindness within the darkness. written by chrissie.

[ ╰🗲╮] CARRD. [ ╰🗲╮] PROMPTS. [ ╰🗲╮] HEADCANONS.

blogroll: @stllinski ( main ) , @yukimurah ( secondary )

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((Holly, poppy, and violet from the botanical meme? Or just whichever one piques your interest, if you aren't feeling all three.))

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ] holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?      Her intuition definitely varies in accuracy depending on the situation. For example, her intuition when dealing with anything involving the natural world such as navigation, weather patterns, the ocean, sensing the layout of an area or about creatures/landmarks etc is where her strength really shines.      In regards to sensing danger in general it’s very hit or miss. Sometimes she gets lucky and preemptively senses something is off, but more often than not those calls come when she recognizes how exceptionally dangerous a situation is and takes the time to be overly cautious/paranoid. Otherwise she tends to just charge into situations somewhat recklessly.      Her intuition when it comes to people? Generally hot garbage. While she’s become adept at manipulating people and playing well enough to social scenarios, she tends to rely entirely on snap judgements and noticing physical cues rather than relying on gut feeling or insight. poppy :   what comforts your muse ?      Spanning all the way back from her childhood and teenage years spent at the temple to Sarenrae, one thing that’s always remained a constant comfort for her is a love of reading. Fairytales and adventure novels were and are still her favorite, but other genre stories or anything informational or non-fiction that she can get her hands on work just as well. While she no longer has that desperate need to use books and as an escape, the act of reading still brings her immense peace and there are times where she’ll take whatever book she’s working through to an obscure crevice of the ship where no one can find her and read for as long as she can get away with.      Beyond that, she also finds comfort in sitting someplace where the wind can blow over her without being blocked by structures or buildings. For those she’s at ease with, she tends to display that trust and draws comfort from giving little touches here and there and just being quietly present in the same room as them. violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?      Swiftly, vengefully, bordering on malicious. In her mind, being betrayed by someone she has  entrusted – regardless of if she’s particularly close with them or not – is one of the least forgivable offenses to be committed and is grounds for immediate and harsh retaliation. While the Shackles are populated almost entirely by criminals and being stabbed in the back is almost to be expected, it hasn’t changed her opinion that betrayal from a stranger should be met with the same level of ferocity as if from a close friend.      Loyalty and trust are two of the most vital qualities to have both in a crew when sailing and as adventurers, a belief that has extended into any other interactions she has outside of the Calamity. Being a loose follower of Calistria, goddess of revenge and lust, the deity’s values have also helped instill considerable sway over how aggressively she reacts to treason.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Runaways - Peter Maximoff X Female (Princess) Reader

Title: Runaways

Peter Maximoff X Female (Princess) Reader

Additional Characters: The Reader's mother and father (Mentioned), Reader's grandfather (Mentioned), Leander Barrington (OC) (Mentioned), Peter's mom and sister (Mentioned), Peter's grandparents (Mentioned), and royal guards (Mentioned)

WC: 1,214

Warnings: No powers AU, light family angst, arranged marriage mentioned, mention of illness, mentions of running away, and pure fluff

Despite what people thought, being royalty was not all glitz and glamor. It required a lot of hard work that most didn't understand. The one thing they did know about royals was that their lives revolved around parties and balls, and the occasional assassination attempts. It was hard being so young with so much responsibility and honor you had to hold. But, as always, you did your best to carry out your duties with pride. You made sure to be on your best behavior in the public eye.

But, being a princess was terrible. And, you wished for any other life. If only you could run away from this place, just once. You would have left long ago if it wasn't for your grandfather. He had been sick for a long time, but it was difficult seeing him when you were away at the royal boarding school in the countryside of New York. The school was one of the best in the country, and of course, your father and mother, the King and Queen, sent you there to study.

Sitting on your bed, in your room, you hesitated to open the letter in your hands. The royal emblem on the seal of your family crest bothered you. You knew whatever was in it wasn't going to be good. But, letting out a sigh, you quickly ripped off the seal and opened the letter. Immediately you recognized your mother's handwriting. Soft, beautiful, yet elegant and strong. Your mom wrote letters like that all the time, especially when she wanted to convey something important.

You gasped as you dropped the letter, having read what your mother had written. An arranged marriage? Really? You were being pawned off to some foreign prince! How dare they do this to you. You had your own life! You weren't some child who needed to be married off like a piece of property to someone else. Yes, you might be royalty, but that didn't mean you had to listen to them. You couldn't do it.

And, well, you really couldn't. You were already in love with someone else. Another peer of yours in Headmaster Xavier's Boarding School For Special Children. Someone you confide in about everything and anything. A boy named Peter. He was a very sweet young man. The same age as you. He caught your eye the moment you saw him, with his silver hair. That, and his gorgeous brown eyes. You were smitten from the start. But, he was not a Prince. Your parents would never allow it. They wouldn't care if you loved him. They would still send you off to be married to some stranger.

But, you loved him. In fact, Peter felt the same about you. He had confessed, in secret, when you were both studying together in the grand library. His voice was soft, his hands holding yours as he stared deep into your eyes.

🗲🗲🗲

"I have a confession to make..." he whispered. You blushed, feeling butterflies take over your stomach.

"What is it?" You asked.

His face turned red, making you smile. "Well... I've fallen for you." He said softly.

You bit your lip. "I've fallen for you too!" You exclaimed.

He smiled, pulling you into an embrace.

🗲🗲🗲

It was true. You loved Peter more than anything. But, you also knew you couldn't tell anyone about it. Biting your thumb, you raked your brain over what to do. You knew you had to tell Peter, that was the first step. But, what to do after... Write to your mother and confess everything? And what if she forbids it? Run away? You've considered leaving before. But you knew running away wouldn't solve anything.

Getting up from your bed, you brushed down your nightgown, reaching for your silk robe before slipping it on. Reaching for a candlestick on your desk, you quickly made your way to the door, quietly opening and checking down the hall. Thankfully, no one was there, so you slipped out of your room, closing the door behind you.

Walking down the hallway, you walked to the end and opened the door to the stairwell. Sliding down the steps, you quietly made your way toward the boy's dorm rooms. Stopping at Peter's door, you quietly knocked and waited. Holding the candlestick close as you peered into the darkness of the hall as the door slowly opened.

Peter rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand, looking down at your with a confused frown on his face. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" He whispered, his voice hushed.

"I just wanted to talk." You replied.

"About what?" He questioned, tilting his head.

"My mother wrote," You sighed, your cheeks reddening. "It's important."

Peter moved to the side, letting you in, "It couldn't wait until morning?" He asked and you shook your head.

Placing the candlestick on Peter's desk, you grabbed one of the candles and raised it to light two small lanterns, engulfing the room in a warm glow. Sitting down on the bed, you motioned for Peter to sit next to you.

"Tell me," He urged.

Taking a deep breath, you looked up at him, "She told me that she arranged my marriage to a foreign prince, Prince Leander Barrington of the Westenshire. She's sending a carriage for me by the end of the month to start preparations." Peter's eyes widened.

"That's horrible!" He exclaimed.

"Yes. I agree. But it's not like I can say no." You sighed.

Peter took your hand in his, "Do you want to marry him?" He asked, fearing your answer.

"No. Of course not. But, if I refuse... Well, they would force me anyway. It's either that or leaving my kingdom altogether."

"So, why don't we?" Peter bit his lip after he spoke, watching as your eyes widened and you looked shocked. "We'll run away together. We can get married here in New York."

You smiled, squeezing Peter's hand. "What if my family finds out about it?" You asked, sounding nervous. "They could send guards to find me and take me back." You theorized worriedly.

Peter shrugged, "Then we'll just have to move fast. Don't worry."

"But, where would we go? I have nowhere else to go." You asked, worrying on your bottom lip.

"My grandparents have a small cottage in North Hills. We could live there. They don't go there anymore anyway." He suggested, looking up at you with those beautiful chocolate eyes. You smiled, your heart fluttering.

"Really?" You asked, your voice trembling. "Would that work?"

"Of course. Besides, my mom and sister wouldn't rat us out if we lived there." He assured you. "We'd be safe." He added, kissing your cheek.

You nodded, "Okay then. Let's do it." You murmured, feeling a rush of excitement fill you.

"Great... Good, um, when do you want to leave? We could get packing now and go in the morning. I doubt Headmaster Xavier would miss a horse from the stables at all." He pondered and you laughed lightly, smirking.

"You want to steal a horse?" You giggled. "You're going to be such a wonderful husband." You teased, and Peter looked at you with mock offense.

"I'm not stealing it! Just borrowing it. Just get ready!" He stated.

"Alright." You agreed with a smile.

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Let me know if I should make a part 2 ;)

[hogwartsmagic]

• ELSA HOSK AS ABIGAIL CHANDLER ; hogwarts professor, head of house

The compartment door was ajar and she just had to slide it a few inches to fit through the entrance. Abbey slowly walked in, her eyes never leaving the familiar face of Bryant Tannen. He was so obviously some sort of drunken hallucination but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt her all over again. Abbey took a seat opposite of him. She studied him and then let out a soft laugh as she looked out the window and into the dark night. She stayed like that for a minute before the corner of her lips pulled down to form a frown. She brought her hand up to the left side of her chest where her heart was racing again. How long had it been since she allowed herself to think about Bryant? Years? No, maybe months. He always seemed to find his way to her mind and it always took her by surprise but this was different. This felt real. Abbey inhaled deeply and as she exhaled, a small sob escaped from her lips. She could feel the hot tears running down her cheeks before she could force herself to stop. As always, Bryant Tannen broke her heart.

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[anisotropy-kotetsu]

symbiote-quirk​:

“My quirk? I call it Superhuman. It’s a general physical enhancement, but a really freaking good one. The markings seem to just be a weird side effect, but they showed up the day I got my quirk.”

Yuichi shrugs, but he’s clearly hiding something important from the tone of his voice.

“The gist is, I can do anything a quirkless person could do, but way better. I’m stronger, faster, more durable and flexible, you name it. Not exactly the flashiest quirk around, but I think my appearance makes up for it. Kinda hard to forget this mug.”

He waves a hand over his face

“What about you? I bet yours is all kinds of fancy.”

ᒥ🗲ᒧ—   The silver haired boy nodded as he listened to the other. “Oh, I see! Wow, work-study patrols must be a breeze for you!” 

Then the question came of his quirk, “Ah, well mine is magnetism.” His free hand dug around his pocket to pull out his phone. With a yellow glow to his eyes his phone lifted from hand and floated over his palm. “I’m a walking electromagnet, to sum it up.”

“Damn, I didn’t bring an umbrella today…” (@symbiote-quirk)

| @symbiote-quirk |

ᒥ🗲ᒧ—   Toshiro, just a few paces behind the upperclassman, heard him grumbling of his plight. “U-Um,” He spoke gently as he approached from the side. “I didn’t mean to listen in, but you could join me under mine.” 

He adjusts his umbrella to show it was a rather large one. “I-I’m a first year and I think my dorms are closer, so you can borrow it the rest of your trek to the upperclassmen dorms after I get to mine.” Walking in the rain sucked, especially in school uniform. He didn’t mind sharing his umbrella if it spared someone the annoyance of being drenched. 

[stcrmborne]

Seven deadly sins - Rhaya

Bold those that apply to your muse:

Lust: desire for connection, pursuit of pleasure, emotional intelligence, obsessive, lovesick, one-night stand, seductive encounter, flirtatious conversation, erotic party, seductive attire, revealing clothing, passionate gaze, provocative makeup, sensual expressions, suggestive gestures, flirtatious smiles, lingerie, love letters, perfumes, provocative behavior, love poems, erotic art

Gluttony: indulgence in experiences, savoring moments, hospitality, generosity, hedonism, culinary expertise, wine tasting, excessive snacking, overloaded plates, excessive portions, bloated stomachs, messy eating, greasy fingers, full tables, indulgent spreads, overflowing cups, satisfied expressions, wine bottles, can't get enough, fast food wrappers

Envy: motivation, competitive spirit, strategic planning, observational skills, bitter, rivalry contest, envious gossip, resentment-filled argument, social media jealousy, furrowed brows, clenched jaws, side-eye looks, pursed lips, tense posture, whispering behind backs, crossed arms, gossip magazines, keeping up with the Joneses, the grass is always greener, feeling inadequate

Greed: resourcefulness, entrepreneurial spirit, negotiation, materialistic, aggressive investment, lavish spending spree, resource hoarding, get-rich-quick scheme, auction bidding war, property acquisition, piles of money, overflowing wallets, luxury items, locked safes, penny-pinching, rare collectibles, selfishness, unwillingness to share

Sloth: calmness, stress management, nonchalance, relaxation techniques, lethargic, apathetic, inactive, lazy weekend, binge-watching marathon, neglected chores, skipped workout, long nap, lounging on the couch, missed deadline, unkempt appearance, messy hair, pajamas, blankets, slippers, procrastination station, self-care routines

Pride: confidence, self-assurance, self-respect, dignity, public speaking, self-promotion, arrogant, conceited, egotistical, self-important, vain, boastful speech, puffed chest, raised chin, smug smiles, spotlight, tooting your own horn, showing off, refusing to admit mistakes, feeling entitled, personal branding, leadership development

Wrath: assertiveness, decisiveness, strength, intensity, boundary setting, courage, indignant, heated argument, road rage incident, physical altercation, angry outburst, clenched fists, glaring eyes, tense muscles, raised voices, reddened faces, aggressive gestures, stormy demeanor (lol), intense frowns, destructive actions, broken objects, punching bag, out for blood, fists, simmering anger

Tagging: I always panic when it comes to tagging specific people for these so if you're a mutual reading this, I'm tagging you!

[stormfangs]

Just thought you guys should know that when Raiden is really happy / excited his cheeks spark like a little pikachu.

[stormfangs]

Raidens Official voice claim is ROBBIE DAYMOND !

Here are some examples I think fit what I image him sounding like !

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[stormfangs]

Raiden when broccoli gets in a one foot radius of him

[stormfangs]

⊰ ` - WHERE SHOULD YOU BE KISSED ?

THE PALM.

You Give & GIVE. You are a GENTLE HEART— BROKEN but still standing... ALWAYS lending a hand for those who need it, expecting NOTHING in return. you deserve someone taking your hand & KISSING your open palm, the hands which have SELFLESSLY helped so many others.

tagged by: @astralcrew ❤️

tagging: @soulbiinding , @herodies ( for nineteen lol ) , @freedthedark , @diablescharmants , @twilightfated , @pulserisk & @leviaegan

[stormfangs]

Raiden is more comfortable around woman. . . More than likely due to being around His sister, being a big mamas boy……… & of course…. His dad being absent majority of the time.

[stormfangs]

Just thinkin about how Raiden low-key hates his name. Cause fuck everything that comes with the name & the god.

[stormfangs]

Finally drew something I’ve been wanting for awhile !!!

Raiden has 3 forms , as you will see here.

His rest form is when he exhausts all his energy / power or has been terribly hurt thus he reverts into a small tiger that takes no energy & is honestly completely harmless

His Normal form is what you will see him in most ! This is his day to day look.

& Finally his god form is when he is most powerful ! He takes form of the god he is reincarnated after & is bestowed its power. As it stands right now though he doesn’t have control over when he will turn into this form , it is usually provoked by high emotions or sense of danger.

[stcrmborne]

I really want to start writing little lore and history snippets to expand on Rhaya's background, including more about the big player groups that the crew of the Drunken Calamity have been dealing with. But we learned last night the Preservers, who we thought we'd taken care of, are not just concentrated to the Shackles and have still been out there fucking about. Not only that, they're somehow intertwined with the Chellish nonsense we're dealing with as well as the drow house we've been fighting. So until the game ends and we get some kind of reveal of what the heck is going on, I'm trying to refrain from doing any clear cut explanations of any of those main groups and their motives other than: Preservers: Misguided cult set on trying to destroy the gods and completely tear down the veil between our realm and the celestial one. Have also attempted to seek out Rhaya and Fate for a ritual to accomplish that. Rhaya's birth mother seems to have a leadership role with them while also being aligned with House Thrune/Lolth. House Thrune: An ancient, noble mostly drow house that is notorious for being aligned with Lolth as well as more demonic forces and binding them to fight in their wars. Has manipulated the Preservers to act in their interest. Aligned with Cheliax and their desire to take over the free nation of the Shackles. Cheliax: One of the most powerful nations militarily in the Inner Sea region. The Chellish are known for being strict, ruthless, and extremely cruel with a propensity for torture and other distasteful methods. Aligned closely with House Thrune and planning to invade the Shackles to take it over by force.