#* ✦ drolliic

[greedbent]

"I know it's your whole thing to never smile, but you look like you've swallowed a lemon. Maybe try to frown a little less at least?" [ who else other than Star lmao, bc of this post ]

@drolliic || star is 5ever the pest we love to see <3 <3

“I smile.”

He doesn't present it as an argument, but as a statement. A truth. A whole reality of which this particular thorn in his side so happened to be unaware for a multitude of reasons. In fact, Kaz could prove it right now, if he so wished. He could turn to them, sarcasm tainting not just the edges, but the whole of a tight-lipped grin simply to play this game right along with them.

But, well, he's never been one to show interest in any game where he gains nothing.

“If you aren't around to ever see it,” he says, only then at the absolute least allowing his gaze to slide and meet theirs, “then maybe you ought to consider a common denominator.”

[windsfavored]

@drolliic &&. said... "Do you have an hour or so to spare?" something tells Aether that even if he didn't, Ren would still make some time for his request. After all, it's not often that travelling fallen star asks for things for himself. "I could use a hand, aha." he'd braid his hair again himself, but he feels like trying something new. He just hopes the other won't mind how much hair he sheds from all the stress and all

❝  an  hour  of  my  time  for  NOTHING  in  return?  that  sounds  like  a  pretty  terrible  deal  if  you  ask  me. ❞   the  wanderer's  complaints  are  wholly  out  of  obligation  —  the  words  lack  any  true  heat  to  them,  he  merely  feigns  his  protests  to  MAINTAIN  some  paper-thin  image.  he  doesn't  really  mind  at  all.  even  if  he  did,  it  would  be  awfully  hypocritical  to  deny  such  a  SIMPLE  REQUEST  with  how  much  time  he  spends  prattling  on  about  debts.  his  own  hair  never  grows;  it's  as  unchanging  as  the  rest  of  him.  any  attempts  to  cut  it  shorter  are  met  with  the  same  regenerative  effect  as  a  conventional  injury  —  as  if  his  body  protests  even  the  smallest  of  changes,  so  determined  to  cling  to  its  pre-programmed  idea  of  ETERNITY.  (  his  creator,  in  all  of  her  alleged  mercy,  couldn't  even  grant  him  that  much.  )  even  so,  he's  no  stranger  to  braiding  hair.  the  kabukimono  practically  jumped  at  the  chance  to  acquire  new  knowledge  —  ravenous  for  scraps  of  information,  no  matter  how  small.  something  as  simple  as  neatening  up  one's  appearance  was  absolutely  fascinating  to  a  being  wholly  unfamiliar  to  the  world  he  found  himself  thrown  so  unceremoniously  into.

well.  in  all  fairness,  the  wanderer  supposes  there  are  more  USELESS  skills  out  there  to  have.

❝  turn  around. ❞   he  tells  aether,  accentuating  the  demand  with  the  little  twirl  of  a  finger.  ❝  ...  and  stay  still.  considering  how  much  hair  you  have  to  work  with,  i  can  only  imagine  we're  going  to  be  here  for  a  while. ❞   for  all  of  his  faux-complains,  ren  certainly  doesn't  waste  any  time  when  it  comes  to  getting  down  to  business.   ❝  do  you  have  a  brush  or  something  to  tie  this  with?  ...  or  were  you  assuming  i  was  going  to  donate  those  items  myself? ❞  not  that  it  particularly  matters  to  him,  of  course.  the  wanderer  is  nothing  if  not  meticulously  prepared  —  he's  fairly  certain  he  has  both  stored  away  in  the  realm  within  his  chest  for  precisely  these  sorts  of  situations.

[howthesleeplesswander]

"That... can't possibly be comfortable." is what Tighnari says to break the silence that fell once Kaveh finished his rant about the... new piece of furniture he found upon returning home. He's seen some unique designs himself, some more successful and some less, and even considered getting one for his hut, but. This is just ridiculous. He can certainly feel the architect's pain. "Now, I'm not encouraging you to do anything and you should definitely not start a fire indoors, but it's getting rather cold with winter on the horizon. Perhaps there's still hope for that thing to have some use." if it doesn't become a shelf / coat hanger instead. Anything to keep it out of sight.

[ Sorry, not sorry, I had to-- ]

@drolliic || Answered!

"It can't possibly be legal!" Kaveh shrieked, shrill and bordering on hysterics. He'd been in this state for the better part of half an hour now, with no end in sight. Not so long as that affront to design and interior decorating mocked him from where Alhaitham had placed it in the living room.

"It's the most horrific, impractical, offensive excuse for a piece of furniture I've ever seen! Whoever designed this should be arrested as a menace to society and banned from making anything ever again!" If only he could convince Cyno to actually do that—or better yet, to arrest Alhaitham for the outright assault that was forcing Kaveh to look at it with his own two eyes.

The architect devolved into wordless, pained moans as he buried his face in his hands. "I'm not going to make it until winter with that thing in this house. Maybe I'll drag it into the desert and throw it into the Wenut Tunnels. He'll never find it there."

[iudiex]

ask the graphic maker! ( accepting ) // @drolliic

6. A graphic you’re proud of

hmmm. i am proud of many of my graphics, especially lately! but these three come to mind:

my neuvillette pinned post graphic, my lyney icon border, and my fu xuan icon border. the last two especially were labors of love. lyney in particular!

17. Name something you would like to improve on/learn

in keeping with the spirit of my last post - apart from cutting shit out, i'd like to get a bit better at utilizing brushes? i find them to be immensely tedious and feel like i don't... use them as well or as much as i should.

18. How long do your graphics usually take?

too long. to those who have commissioned me, your patience is loved and appreciated. but honestly it really depends on the graphic. i am slowest with icon borders / post dividers because there are a lot of little elements. a full set honestly takes me about 4 - 6 hours maybe just depending. but in typical finch fashion, i am either fast as lightning or slow as molasses, really depending on the assets i have available and the complexity of said graphic.

[abyssmalice]

"I recognize this is not exactly the best place to rest, but I'm here already and I'm so so exhausted." come the grumbled words, golden gaze giving up trying to pierce the darkness above then in favour of looking at Freyja "Tea sounds lovely, though." [ Aether! he's having a Floor Moment in the abyss, do forgive him ]

"That is understandable," Freyja replies kindly, walking over to Aether with her ever-polite, ever-permanent smile. "And I would love to pour you a pot of tea right now, but..."

She comes to a stop right by his head, leaning over to stare straight down at her otherworlder guest. While there's barely anything to see above regardless, blackness and roiling chaos, her face probably isn't any more interesting for a view either - especially with her long hair cascading all over the place.

"I don't believe it is possible to drink tea lying down. Not without some difficulty." She tilts her head a bit, causing some of her hair to brush Aether's face in the process. "Perhaps you should come and sit down at my abode instead. It will be a short walk there - though I understand if you would rather remain here regardless. But I can better prepare a drink elsewhere. And some cookies, if you'd like?"

She continues to patiently stare down at him, unblinking.

[corpcuffed]

"Don't you think you've seen enough?" and then, without even waiting for an answer, Star poof!s the poor guy's glasses away. There, problem solved. He'll get them back later, no worries. Eventually. Maybe.

@drolliic || okay but valid ???

“ . . . what—”

But that question's resolved a split second later only for about a dozen more to come rolling in. Because quite suddenly (and Wally's near-positive this is one of the most apt uses for the word), the world turns fuzzy, and he's left standing there in silence while a hand moves to adjust—

Well. Adjust what's clearly (fuzzily) not there anymore.

He thinks to himself, Sure, yeah. Obviously that's the only way things could've gone. Why am I not surprised?

“Great.” Wally almost squints in some misguided effort . . . until he decides he actually doesn't need to see them (or care to—?). “Am I . . . I-I'm still going to get those back, right?”

[fxck-with-eli]

Can you make drooling lips gif(s) or pic(s)? Would be hot to see!

maybe, maybe not (>3< )

I still have to figure out how to do it, if at all, but I will remember it <3

[gemkun]

@drolliic said : ✔ + our Persona beans! :0 ↬ a quick and easy plotting guide

My muse(s): akira

Do I know your muse(s):  yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

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Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

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I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests!

[sansgout]

A gremlin sits in his restaurant. They haven't done anything yet, but there's a distinct air about them. Perhaps, for one, their seemingly endless appetite and goal to try everything at least once. [ Star! bc they gotta bother everybody at least once lmao ]

@drolliic || star is always encouraged to bother ;)

“You can order the appetizer as many times as you want; it's never going to different.” Because this particular customer has been one of the most peculiar to show up at his restaurant: not only ordering the typical four-course experience, but going back to indulge in seconds for some of those courses. Vincent isn't keen on complaining about the extra money, but his suspicions have risen since they arrived—that really, truly, they must not understand how this works . . .

Or are they actually just a bottomless pit?

Though his tone brandished a hint of sharpness to it, his expression remains calm and friendly; he folds his hands neatly in front of himself, cocks his head. “I'll take the compliment, but if you'd like more of a variety, I recommend you come back on another day,” he explains. “Our menu changes regularly.”

[sylvctica]

      ... is this how Neuvilette and Zhongli feel about having paperwork ... they didn't expect that many friendship bingo applications would come in all at the same time.

@drolliic said: "Uh... I guess we are a pretty good friend match considering I almost ticked off all boxes?" honestly did not expect that. [ Aether! ]

      A laugh follows from Sylvie, head dipping in a nod. Yep, Aether is friend shaped after all; all the stars are aligned!

@starlitwishes said: The meme for Decarabian? :'D

      "... friend to other gods isn't ticked off? Though again, you already hit a friend bingo anyway ..." A stamp of approval, regardless.

@viigilant said: He appears defeated by this result.. does this mean Sylvie won't accept him?

      They take the paper and checkmark everything before showing it to Xiao. "You are son shaped, thus you automatically tick everything cause you are my son."

@icicle-dragon said: “LOOK LOOK! TREE PARENT I COLORED IT IN AND MADE A SMILEY FACE!!!” He misunderstood the assignment and thought it was a coloring thing.

      A soft 'pfft' leaves the god, looking at the paper with a stupidly wide smile. "Well, I think you did a wonderful job at it, you got every little square covered."

@the-wayward-snowflake said: Isolde likes dressing nice, but she just needs pointers LOL

      "Really? I would've very much marked fashionable on here, but she's already got quite a few of these covered ..."

[windsfavored]

@drolliic &&. said... Scoots over while holding two thermoses -- one for Ren ( containing bitter tea ) and for himself ( a disastrous attempt at making coffee ). No, Aether has definitely not kept the container handed to the wanderer in his bag on the off-chance he runs into the other. Yep. What a big coincidence that the moment he decided to visit Sumeru, he stopped by one of the spots he knows his friend frequents [ HENLO!!!! AND WB!!!!! ]

he's  perched  atop  a  boulder  at  the  moment.  one  of  several  outcroppings  of  rocks  along  the  water's  edge  —  though  this  spot  in  particular  is  among  the  wanderer's  favorites  for  its  conveniently  flat  surface.  he  feels  a  bit  like  a  lizard  warming  itself  in  the  light.  kasa  set  aside,  eyes  closed  and  head  tipped  back,  features  cast  in  delicate  sunbeams  that  make  him  appear  more  like  a  painting  miraculously  imbued  with  life.  (  a  beatific  effect  no  doubt  liable  to  be  SHATTERED  the  moment  ren  opens  his  mouth.  )  one  might  be  forgiven  for  assuming  the  wanderer  is  completely  at  peace  —  lazy  and  unguarded  and  blissfully  ignorant  of  his  surroundings.  not  quite;  aether's  approach  has  an eye  cracking  open,  lavender  gaze  sharp  as  a  blade.  he  pretends  to  stretch,  not  so  much  out  of  any  need  to  do  so  but  rather  because  force  of  habit  compels  him  to  emulate  such  mundane  gestures.

when  ren  reaches  out  to  accept  the  thermos,  it's  with  his  companion's  same  lack  of  fanfare.  perfectly  casual  —  a  complete  coincidence  (  obviously  )  but  not  the  sort  that  requires  any  FUSSING.

❝  ...  ❞  legs  cross.  the  wanderer  takes  an  experimental  sip  of  his  drink,  humming  approvingly  at  the  taste.  he  isn't  especially  picky  about  his  tea  so  long  as  it's  suitably  BITTER  —  and  in  that  regard,  this  certainly  hits  the  mark.  ❝  you're  still  alive. ❞  he  notes,  with  the  same  mundanity  of  one  commenting  on  the  WEATHER.  ❝  good  job. ❞   (  by  his  standards,  it's  almost  polite.  )  turning  away,  ren  takes  a  moment  to  stare  out  across  the  water.  it's  a  shallow  stream,  lined  with  smooth  pebbles.  a  few  fish  have  already  taken  notice  of  his  presence.  predictably,  they  cluster  at  the  water's  edge  —  little  wisps  of  silver  fighting  against  the  current.  he  would  almost  feel  sorry  for  them,  but  it's  their  own  fault  for  being  so  STUBBORN.  even  now,  the  wanderer  still  hasn't  a  clue  why  animals  of  every  shape  and  size  are  so  universally  drawn  to  him.

another  sip,  and  he  adds,  ❝  the  tea  isn't  half  bad,  either. ❞  huh.  he  must  be  in  a  good  mood  today.

[howthesleeplesswander]

❝ first of all, lie down, you’re going to hurt yourself. ❞ and here Tighnari gently pushes Kaveh back down on the bed in his hut ❝ now, slow down, start from the beginning. ❞ what, pray tell, may have been the reason the forest watcher found his architect friend passed out at the entrance to Gandharva Ville?

@drolliic || Starter Prompts || Accepting!

His vision spun just from attempting to sit upright. Without much resistance, Kaveh allowed his friend to guide him back down, tossing an arm over his eyes to block out the light.

"All I wanted was to stop by and invite you to Lambad's tomorrow night," he bemoaned, all petulance and dramatics. Clearly he must not feel too terribly. "And what do I get for being such a good friend? Attacked, that's what!" Too bad getting so worked up only made him feel worse. Kaveh huffed out a frustrated sigh. "I'm honestly not sure what happened. I was on my way here when a few fungi came rushing at me, but they weren't...normal looking. They had spots all over them—blotchy and purple, like bruises."

His recollection was a bit fuzzy, but he remembered...a shimmering mist in the air. A bitter taste in his mouth and a rotten smell invading his nose. "I think they started emitting some kind of gas when they attacked me. As soon as I breathed it in, I lost all my strength and felt light-headed. It was lucky I had Mehrak with me, or I might not have made it here before I passed out."

Said toolbox trilled from where it hovered at the foot of the bed. Kaveh pinched the bridge of his nose as he cracked an eye open just enough to side-eye Tighnari. "Have you encountered anything like that before? Could those fungi be diseased, or something?"

[albaitross]

(why are all the back-alleys full of gods and stuff?) / continued! - @drolliic

it takes a while for Moppy Kid to respond. longer than what would be polite as per most humans' etiquette standards, but May has seen worse and stranger - both by human and non-human standards. so she remains relaxed in her seat, watching patiently. in fact, the dragging silence is nice, an opportunity. it's free reign to simply observe.

and she observes... that Moppy Kid is truly deserving of that moniker. gosh, that hair! so curly! so, so much like a mop! an iconic, perfect match for the descriptor of a 'mop of hair' and such! does he style it? is it natural? wow, so moppy! maybe she should have the column be about his hair routine instead...

unfortunately, the train of thought has to be aborted with his reply. not that his reply is disappointing in any sort of contrast. curry and coffee... just like on the menus of this cafe. oh, is this kid actually being trained to take over the place in the future? the mundane answer is likely no, because maybe he's just another teenage part-timer and of course, he has to learn how to make anything on the menu if he's working here -

ah, but what's life without assuming the most dramatic things about it? or rather, her own life always likes to make random dramatic turns, so she might as well take the initiative on it.

(and... if she's being a teeny bit more honest, there's this edge she's been feeling—

logically, it's probably because of the whole, well. fucking demiurges and their pointless tunnel visions for power - the one that hovered right over shibuya earlier in the week wouldn't be the first nor last of its kind. in any case, since something clearly not-normal happened recently, the strangeness in the air could be easily attributed to that event, the aftershocks and remnants.

gut instinct says she needs to prepare herself. somehow. with anything.)

"oh, is it really so secret?" May pouts and puts on her best, cringe-worthy cutesy voice. "come on, it wouldn't hurt to give a hint or two at least, right? right? there's nothing sacred in this modern era, and truth be told, no one thinks food is any more sacred either now! give into your little vices and i'll give you 5 yen?"

she punctuates the end of that absurd act with a pause, a snort, a witch's crackle of a laugh, and a return to the lazy posture of a journalist with questionable ability and unquestionable unreliability. she leans against the counter, propping her chin onto a pair of entwined hands as she smiles bemusedly at the teen barista.

"my joking aside - aren't you quite the wordsmith? very poetic of you to frame it as an exchange of secrets, mysterious yet so businesslike. you might be a good writer in the future, if you polish yourself." the woman hums a light note, a touch of something thoughtful to it. "let's see then... a deal, secrets for secrets... well, as long as i retain the unfettered right to refuse divulging whenever, then sure, what's the harm? alright Moppy Kid, you have a deal—"

she finalizes her words with a snappy clack of her teeth bared into a cheerful grin, and the barest touch of honesty - an inhuman sort, spoken but not heard, more a sensation. it's shaped like a spark and echoes like the concept of determination itself, feeling like light and the sheer innateness of all things, burning both with a soft brilliance akin to sunlight and the firm sharpness of words being etched onto a contract, a promise; a 'honesty' of the soul itself.

which, to a normal human, means nothing. too fleshy to feel such subtle, immaterial things. it's just a habit for her to ensure that her words bear weight, bear force - she's had too many encounters with the fae and the divine and the demonic and the whatnot, all with their own brands of horseshit wordplay.

"—provided you go first, that is. divulge the secrets of good coffee for poor ol' me, and i'll tell you something worth your while. like..." the woman tilts her head, thinking. "ah, yes. i can teach you a trick or two to better protect that head of yours, including your incredibly curly mop of hair. unless you're not the superstitious type? i hope you are. my tricks run on stuff like the power of love, friendship and faith, you see."

[abyssmalice]

It's not so much a nickname, but what Ayumu has decided is her actual name by how they refer to her by it and nothing else; "Little sapling."

free opportunity to call tonitoni a bunch of names

"But I'm not little!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why do you keep calling me that!!"

She huffs and puffs and childishly waves her arms around, attempting to viscerally convey her rejection of such an infantile-sounding nickname. And that's ultimately all she does. Whatever. Who cares if it sounds silly or like something a grandma would call her or something. Maybe it reflects more on her ex-colleague that they're calling her dumb stuff.

Yeah. That's a totally acceptable logic. They're a dummy who thought messing with Irminsul would do any good, so of course they call her dumb and kinda stupidly-cutesy sort of things. This will reflect poorly on them rather than her. Totally!

never call me that again | meh | idk how to feel about it | i'm ok with it | i like it | i love it | please call me that all the time

[fantomevoleur]

“Good god, what was I thinking there?! You’re right, other me, if I’m going to smell the colors I have to taste the colors too!”

Sound advice from a fellow alternate. He’ll be breaking out the color flavoring for this special occasion.

[tvstarkuma]

Stares at him. Stares at him some more. Her readings say Shadow, but... it doesn't seem quite right. Instead, Sophie decides to raise a hand and wave. He seems friendly enough. [ HENLO!! o/ here be a friendship I didn't know I needed, but now I'm here for 👀 ]

Ears and nose twitched instinctively. Teddie could feel it. There was a new person in this world. He couldn’t tell anything about them besides them not being a shadow. While his senses won’t tell him this, he assumed another Persona-user.

With his only slight head start, he peers at Sophia from a distant corner. She looked like a young girl. Her outfit was a bit strange, though. It kind of looked like something from an anime that took place in the future with giant robots. There were also some hearts floating near her head that he didn’t realize were part of her. All in all, she looked cute. With his newfound relief that she wasn’t anyone dangerous, she was far too cute for that, Teddie stepped out into the open.

And she was friendly, too! Teddie waved back with a welcoming smile. As a teddy bear, Teddie needed to make sure he put his sweetest foot forward. For cuteness, not eating!

“Hello! Can you see me?” An obvious question that was testing hearing more than sight, “My beary own nose smelled you coming so I came over here.”

He walked towards the girl with slow steps just in case. Even if they were both friendly, they were still strangers in a dangerous world.

“My name’s Teddie. Have you been in here before?”