#* 𝐢𝐜. writing.

[sheisthenorth]

There's a long, curled tail, an elegant whisk, right in the corner of your vision as she passes. She's prancing through, delicately, soundlessly, but it seems she's on a mission.

[raytm]

to gaze upon the eaves of the passing, amorphous buildings in awe. the glistening of stalactites tapered to blunt, convex points. they revealed his reflection in billowing streaks of colour, nebulous around the edges, waning away as it skirted to the other side. he could have stared into its frosted, ethereal world for hours, fractals of shimmering light dancing across his vision. his stomach lurched, knees threatening to buckle as serval’s stride continued on and he sank into the snow, hitching forward inelegantly. the alcohol settled in him as warmth, imbuing his senses with a pleasant distortion. this place, often bleak and wintry, was far more benign when witnessed slantwise. his laughter was a sweet baritone, untethered to ludicrous things like decorum. serval shook her head, either nonplussed by her brother’s descent into delirium or finding it hilarious, incongruous to their soirée’s dignified air. her hair, long and blonde, shone with a lustre of starlight, whipping back and forth on the brisk, eventide wind. her laughter sung with a dulcet cadence of incoherence, not because she was inarticulate, but because he was drunk. one, two, the crystalline glasses of effervescent wine were sweet, and even their father’s hibernal lower did not jerk him from his stupor. he had ushered them over, brandishing his arm like an incensed, seizing branch, lowering his voice to a seething hiss, take your brother home. it wasn’t a request. stumbling through the early evening snow was far more thrilling than a ballroom of stifling vanity and perfunctory niceties. the streets were vacant, cast in arresting shafts of sputtering street light, oil lamps burning away, their flames high and quivering. where the undulating swells of darkness stopped the light became loose strands, lambency wreathing through the spills of ink before fading away. these otherwise familiar sights were augmented in his inebriation, so much more enthralling now than ever before. “ move it, slowpoke.” his sister’s scolding is gentle, a lenience afforded to so very few. he blinks at her, slowly, allowing her features to bleed into clarity. “ home - right, home.” often, that word held with it an insurmountable weight, manacles that kept him adhered to his family’s noble name and inherited responsibilities. now, it felt like the benevolence of a smoldering fire, chasing the lingering chill from his bones. the fireplace was imposing, built of old, clay bricks and filled with neatly chopped logs. the aromatic scent of still glowing cinders, the quiet stillness that accompanied it, that felt more akin to home than any tepid gatherings of family ever did. Gepard leans into her, his shoulder bumping into hers, bracing himself for another, labored step, then another, his thighs felt like gelatin. “ we’re going home.” it was spoken softer, a whisper of chattering teeth and rallying sobriety. his sister nodded, turning her attention back to the street and the two of them continued on, lurching just a little less now. 

[videoaux-a]

@hellsbroadcaster replied to your post “@hellsbroadcaster mentioned you on a post “it's...”:

"I'm still waiting to see if this is all just talk. I thought that was my profession. aren't you supposed to show~?"

THERE'S NO WARNING as Alastor is shoved back against his chair / heel pressed firmly into the radio demon's chest. A few seconds pass . . . before suddenly, Vox's leg starts to vibrate softly. Red eyes practically bore into Alastor's face as he smirks.

*﹕// " SINCE YOU WANTED THIS SO BADLY, here's a little test run. " And his shoe slides lower, and lower, until the heel now lightly rests on the man's crotch . . . softly caressing until it finally pulls away, resting back on the ground.

[warriorled]

being the only nonbender of the group sucked. while his friends could usually train with each other, element against element, he mostly had to do it on his own, especially when it came to fighting with weapons. so naturally, it had been a while since he last had someone to train sword fighting with. then zuko joined their team, &&. suddenly he had someone to go against. [ even if that someone did kick his butt in the past already. ] space sword at the ready, he approached the other with a grin. ❝ hey, zuko! up for a little swordbending? ❞

@flamend // starter call.

[voxtagram8k]

      ❛     you resemble a fool,    though you're only just a man       isn't it best to give up and smile?     ❜  - @archorcist ♡'d!

[mythcaels-a]

❝ Just ignore me even being here. I'm hiding and pretending all my problems don't exist. ❞ @attroxx , one - liner .

[thiefed]

most of what she knows about combat is self-taught. sure, she did learn some basics from her father, and the pirate crew made sure to teach her some moves as well, but when it comes to actual hand-to-hand combat, she usually lets her imagination and instincts guide her. and so far, it has mostly worked out well. [ to be fair, there haven't been that many opportunities to test it out anyway. after all, she likes to stay hidden and avoid direct fights. ] but now, with suki being here, it's the perfect chance to learn some proper techniques ― because who better to learn from than a kyoshi warrior? she approaches her as she's in the middle of her own training, standing a little away as she watches the fluidity in which she moves. ❛ i hope i'm not interrupting, but i was wondering if you could teach me some moves. ❜

@tessenwarrior / starter call.

[sheisthenorth]

@rathalascendant said : "Hi, pretty girl . . . !" She'd seen sketches and texts of canynes, but never had seen one in person before. This one had thick, gorgeous fur and a sleek figure that seemed suited to the cold. Did they normally have such features? Kneeling down, Mari watches from a safe distance, inviting the husky to come forward, but letting her decide on her own time. | hope you don't mind an impromptu ask!

Jenna's ears perk up, pointing toward the stranger. She doesn't know this person, nor their scent ━━ but the human is clearly talking to her ━━ and her voice sounds nice. It has that soft, inviting pitch that most humans use to indicate it's safe to approach. PRETTY GIRL. Jenna recognizes that name ; Rosie's mother often uses it around her. She knows this means : a friend. A gentle soul.

Jenna looks behind her, then beside her, and, finally, tentatively, she takes a few steps toward the other. She wags her curled tail, gently but shyly, as she approaches. When she is close enough, she leans forward, giving the others' forearm a sniff. The human smells unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. She's not from home. Full of adventure, perhaps ━━ like she's often operating metal over mountains? Jenna's never smelled this scent before. Wagging her tail again, she wants to indicate reciprocal friendliness anyhow, and she pins her ears slightly to make her eyes more visible. Looking up, she gazes into the others' , as if to say: hello; who are you?

[revearies]

𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑁𝐼𝐶𝐴 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑆 ― ( starter call. ) ↪︎ @cagedpotential

❝ there's a reason we just can't go around telling the truth. because it comes back to bite you. hard. ❞

[raytm]

i decided i wasn't going 2 write my asks and instead write another gepard drabble. yipee.

there was nothing lenient about the way the tutor would stare down her aquiline nose, her hawkish eyes peering from behind thick rimmed spectacles, a honed lour devoted to mischievous children and their exasperating excuses. this time, she had caught them huddling beneath the bay window, a large, leather bound book spread across serval’s lap and gepard hovering over it in her lap, leaning so far forward he was basically adhered to the illustrations and loopy, elegant script.  they had circumvented the afternoon’s lecture on belobogian history only to lose themselves in the whimsical rivulets of fabrication. tiny, bare feet scrabbling over wet stones, the water purling around their precarious route, their reflections rippling and coalescing over shining, white rock. everything was more intricate in the narratives of fiction, elaborate worlds with infinite magic and endless days of indulgent warmth. gepard could have listened to his sister read to him for hours, stretched out under that bay window, the slivers of afternoon light cascading in as shafts of gossamer grey. her lilt was far more captivating than the droning hum of the tutor’s insipid lecture, speaking of valiantly fought battles by men with forgettable names. gepard had solidified the protagonist's name in his mind as someone truly unforgettable. he doubted those soldiers had wielded the ancient magics to fend off a rather cantankerous old man with a penchant for tormenting children. now that he thought about it, their wizened educator looked sort of like the antagonist of the narrative, things suddenly made more sense. she raised her hand and cleaved it through the air with impatience reserved only for misbehaving children and much to her chagrin she was coming to realize these two had a proclivity for it. the daughter, impudent and wise beyond her years, was the sort to shepherd the two of them into all sorts of trouble. it was best to rid that from their system early so as to avoid incidents in the future but it was proving an arduous task. gently serval closed the book earning an urgent look of disquietude from her brother, she shook her head, a reassuring sort of silent gesture and he rose, followed by her. the teacher’s reprimand beat down on them like a fusillade, aggrieved with their puerile notions of lounging about doing nothing. as the two walked ahead of her serval leant in, just close enough so that only gepard could hear her and under her breath she mimicked the old woman’s lambasting, nasally and derisive and it took all gepard had in him not to laugh, just a little. under her sweeping, irate gaze no such thing would have gone unnoticed. 

[videoaux-a]

@ducktastic-dad *  ﹕  /  /   ⟳ 📏 + 5'3

*﹕// " Huh, another 5'3" . . . " Don't mind him, he's just documenting some things.

[warriorled]

❛ i'm sorry i couldn't save you. i should've protected you ... but i didn't. this never would've happened if i didn't fail you. ❜

@lunarduties / / starter call.

[floraesky-a]

❛ Are you stupid ? ❜ harsh words spill into the air between them, arms crossed over the males chest as he looks truly unimpressed.

open to mutuals.

[mythcaels-a]

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. | @fangier asked: 💋 ! a little smooch from lesley 🥰

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 shop and shiver as the cold air seems to slap them in the face. It was supposed to snow more tonight, there was still snow sticking everywhere and it was supposed to stay cold enough to stick around and snow more for a perfect white Christmas. They turn to face Cosmo, already knowing that he might have worries about them getting home safely in this mess of a weather and it's sweet but it makes their heart thud and clench too tight at the same time. 

❝  I know what you're going to say and no I don't need to be walked home, you need to get home too before it starts snowing again. I won't slip and crack my head open because of ice, I won't get lost and I will text you when I get home to reassure you, sound good  ?  ❞   They knew everything that could come out the others mouth before it even did. They shake their head and smile up at him and move without thinking, getting on their tiptoes so that they can press their lips against Cosmo's own. They realize what they've done only afterwards and they immediately take a step back.

Their cheeks were bright red, their words started tumbling from lips in a much higher pitch ( thanks to embarrassment that flooded their system ).  ❝  I'm sorry, that was just an accident. Just forget that happened. I ⸺ ah  !  ❞  They'd taken another step or two back and found that pesky patch of slippery ice which had them slipping and landing right on their butt on the cold hard ground. Tears spring into their eyes. They've thoroughly embarrassed and now humiliated themselves in front of the other and they had kissed Cosmo when they shouldn't have because they weren't a couple ( because they'd been broken up with by the other forever ago now but they'd realized they still loved him and they were so comfortable around him it just happened ). 

[thiefed]

when she was still a child, her parents had told her stories about the royal family. tales of how they'd brought greatness and prosperity to the fire nation. all the things she'd also learned in school, and so she'd believed it, of course. ( there was no reason not to anyway. no way to refute these claims. ) but now, after traveling the world and seeing all the pain and destruction caused during the war, she doesn't trust the lies any longer. when she was still a child, she would've been proud to come face-to-face with the princess of the fire nation. to get to meet any member of the royal family, really. now it's not an honor, though, it's a threat. ❛ i'm not scared of you. ❜ defiance. she shows no fear, only determination. despite the fact she knows she's far weaker and less skilled than azula ― but yumi has always been good at pretending.

@fearbend / starter call.

[zaunmade]

@knightfeared continued.

the  night  was  long,   hours  bleeding  into  one  another  beneath  the  gentle  shafts  of  light,  lamp  tilted  so  it  illuminated  his  work.   viktor  could  not  say  for  certain  when  sleep  pricked  at  him,  enervation  settling  like  an  ache  in  the  arch  of  his  fingers,  even  when,  in  futility,  he  shook  his  hand hoping  to  ease  the  tension ,  it  persisted.  a  reminder  that  the  work  was  laborious ,  that  it  demanded  much  of  him  and  that  the  sun  would  soon  breach  the  horizon  painting  piltover  in  a  golden  splendor.   he  had  rubbed  at  his  eyes  when  jayce  opened  the  large  ,  looming  doors,  chasing  the  drowsiness  from  his  expression.   he  hovered ,  observed ,  the  notes  viktor  had  taken  over  night  appraised  with  a  look  of  interest.  even  if  they  were  scrawled ,   almost  indiscernible ,  they  were  somehow  always  deciphered  with  but  a  fleeting  glimpse.  was  it  familiarity  that  offered  clarity  like  that  ?  or  was  his  neatly  looping  script  finally  forming  something  understandable.   he  remembered  the  first  time  the  professor  had  mentioned  it,  holding  a  clipboard  with  his  notes  regarding  an  experiment  close  to  his  chest,  that  his  writing  was  quite  splendid.  when  he  looked  at  it  ?  it  felt  more  like  a  cluster  of  thoughts  bound  together  rather  loosely.   viktor  merely  held  it  for  a  moment,  allowing  it  to  warm  his  hands  before  taking  a  tentative  sip.  “  unique .”    he  repeats  it  under  his  breath  ,  laughter  hinting  at  its  cadence.  “  next  time  -   try  repeating  it  again ,  maybe  she  misheard. ”   after  all ,  kiktor  rolled  off  the  tongue  far  less  pleasantly.  he  settles  the  coffee  aside ,  pen  directing  his  attention  to  the  stack  of  papers.  “  i  almost  have  it -  you  would  not  believe. ” 

  he  furrowed  his  brows  ,   tapping  it  once  as  if  in  sanctioning.  “  the  resistance  i  found  for  myself  but  when  changing  the  formula. ”  when  dipping  one’s  fingers  into  science  and  by  extension  of  their  work  -  magic  ,  there  was  always  some  sort  of  petulant  resistance.   “  it  changed  -  jayce. ”    he  spins  in  his  chair  ,  cradling  the  coffee  in  his  hands  now.   “  i  would  have  to  show  it  to  you  for  you  to  believe. ”