#Inchara

[venenenenonat]

do the subway systems have to be full of joltik. i mean i'm not complaining i'm just asking

[lunawish]

❝ you didn't hear anything, did you? ❞ edelgard inquires breathlessly, cheeks still warm from the adrenaline of seeing a rat scurrying metres away from her soles. the high pitched screech was instinctual, guttural almost. she's slain beasts, conquered nations, forced lords into submission unflinchingly so, yet before a rodent she's reminded of the darkness that swallowed and upended her life.

her gaze shifts tentatively towards @lunarrepel, attempting to read shadowheart — wondering how her companion would respond to the seeing her without the composed mask of a monarch, the mask of a leader. / sc!

[flamepledge]

rests her elbow on the princess' head. anyway,

❝ Oh, you're quite the jester are you now, Tara?! ❞ Cue the tiny princess bristling in annoyance. The audacity!

[tiedobi]

monomono <3

Vibrating Kokeshi

A round-headed kokeshi doll that begins to vibrate uncontrollably when you press the switch on the bottom. It looks sort of like a children’s toy, but who knows how you’re supposed to use the thing.

❝   souuuuuuuda   -   niiiiiiii   !   ❞   juts   the   doll   suddenly   against   his   bare   skin,   smiling   at   the   muffled   vibrations.

[jirayus]

open.

" can you guess what i'm dressed up as ~ ? " you're clearly dressed as a racing driver but .. is that .. dog ears on your head ? " i couldn't decide .. so i just decided a were-racing driver was the best ! i'm cute, aren't i ? ruff, ruff ~ "

[seibmoz]

open: fox.

there's fresh blood splattered on her face, staining cheeks with crimson drops. she reaches up, attempting to clean it off but only making it worse as it smears messily. a deep sigh falls, an ache in her bones; she's so tired. " you good ? a horde like that .. " she shakes her head, moving forward to hold out her blood-covered hand. " well, it could've been a lot worse. "

[abysslocked]

"i give, and i give, and i give, i've given up my dreams for this place. when's it MY turn to be selfish?!" (hello geppie)

gepard blinked several times, his mind processing the words that had emanated from the other person. he tilted his head, attempting to discern the best way to respond to the situation that unfolded before him.

was sampo intoxicated? it didn't appear so. perhaps the genuine desperation exuded by the other person was the underlying reason.

however, beyond this intrigue, gepard pondered what had driven sampo to choose him as the confidant for their venting. did sampo seek a sympathetic ear, and did gepard unconsciously radiate an aura of approachability?

collecting a few deliberate breaths, gepard gently moved closer to the other person. with a slow lift of his arm, his hand came to rest softly on sampo's shoulder. "hey now…" gepard's voice carried a careful tone, as he sought to weave together the most fitting words within the confines of this somewhat awkward encounter.

"if you feel the need to prioritize yourself, there's no restraint," he continued, his words flowing with assurance. "no one dictates that you mustn't consider your own needs. if carving out some personal time is what you require, then proceed without hesitation. there are no obstacles in your path." gepard paused briefly, his speech interrupted by a subtle throat clearing. "of course, this holds true as long as your actions remain within the bounds of legality."

[thinksequal]

despite common assumptions, alhaitham's position has never been one of complete comfort. he prefers not to openly discuss it unless necessary. in a sudden realization, he becomes aware that he hasn't consumed anything besides the breakfast prepared by kaveh earlier in the morning.

having completed his tasks, he gathers his belongings and makes his way to his humble home, fully aware that his companion may not be waiting for him, but rather indulging in the solitude and engaging in activities typical of kaveh.

since this individual became a part of haitham's life, there has always been an underlying turbulence. it feels as if haitham unwittingly allowed a persistent spouse into his life without ever formally entering into a commitment with this person.

nevertheless, as the door to his abode swings open, he lets out a soft sigh and scans the surroundings in search of his roommate.

"kaveh…?" he calls out, his voice echoing. "are you here?"

@dhahabibi

[hisdogma]

in the enchanting city of mondstadt, where a fresh wind danced through the cobblestone streets, a pair found solace on a weathered rock. callum, a talented musician, held his violin close, ready to serenade the world with his melodies. albedo, his beloved, sat beside him, their hearts entwined in the magic of the moment.

as callum drew the bow across the strings of his violin, a gentle and calming tone filled the air. each note resonated with perfection, as if the instrument itself yearned to be heard. the harmonies flowed effortlessly, creating a symphony of emotions that only intensified their connection. happiness radiated from callum, for there was no greater joy than sharing his gift with the one he loved.

from time to time, he would pause his playing, lifting his gaze to the heavens above. a bittersweet smile curled his lips, as memories of his musical encounters during past journeys flooded his mind. those were the days when he would weave his melodies for strangers, filling their hearts with wonder and delight. and though the world had changed, callum's unwavering spirit remained, still eager to touch the lives of others through his music.

yet, even as wanderlust stirred within his restless soul, callum found solace in these precious moments. he would play for albedo, his beloved muse, beneath the open sky. the quaint ambiance of the little city they called home, even if only temporarily, served as the perfect backdrop for their harmonious union.

the fey king, ever considerate of his lover's duties, broke the silence. "𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨," he spoke with a hint of concern. "𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬."

@assembledstars (albedo) ; his lips taste sweet like the tavern's best tea.

[venenenenonat]

uh intro post or something idk- Hi. My name's Dagny. I like bugs. I'm from Unova. Alright that's all goodnight or goodday

[lunawish]

the moon approaches the horizons for the first time you've stepped foot on these soils. for the first time in years, the moon rises and looms over moonrise. you still remember how sickened you felt seeing it hang above the skies of last light inn — how you cursed it's very existence and audacity for existing in the lands blessed by lady shar.

and yet, you were all the grateful. of course, you wouldn't admit that to a selûnite. but you were grateful there was a refuge for those that were not as fortunate as you to be loved by the dark lady.

love. the four letter word tastes like blood and bile in your mouth. you feel disgusting, unclean — the grime of the shadowfell, the shadow curse still eats at you.

your entire life was a lie and you were gullible enough to fall for it. you feel pathetic.

your hand trembles at the tight grip around the knife's hilt — you feel your body finally succumbing to the pain, the agony, the torture that was inflicted upon you in the shadowfell.

you run your fingers through your hair and effortless remove a tuft of now silver, white, hueless locks. it must've been the stress taking a toil upon you.

you take a deep breath and you pull it close to your face. your reflection barely visible in the waters and you are resolved to cut.

that is until you see the faint reflection of @clawsextended behind you. you panic briefly, but steel yourself. this is for you. this gesture is for you.

[flamepledge]

❝ i must admit, i'm somewhat envious that you are so well travelled. ❞ there's a playful lilt when she speaks to @trailstrike. gloved fingers idly stroke the handle of her tea mug. edelgard tilts her head curiously at the other. ❝ is there anything from any of the worlds you visited that you miss? ❞ / sc!

[tiedobi]

“ i  hope  you  choke  on  every  fucking  word  you  said. “ @dcgfight

❝   funny,   ❞   she   taunts,   ❝   you   seem   to   be   more   of   the   choking   type.   if   you're   even   smart   enough   to   get   what   i   mean.   ❞

[jirayus]

open.

" cars is the best movie ever made, i don't really care if you think i'm wrong either because i know i'm right. " your arms crossed over chest, you're stubborn and determined to stick by your opinion. " when lightning gave up his chance at winning a piston cup to push the king across the line after chick hit him with a pit maneuver .. that was literally the greatest scene in movie history !! "

[seibmoz]

open: miew.

" uh, " he looks about .2 seconds away from running back out the door just walked through. he takes a few steps back, still scanning the room for any sign of zombies (a runner in a confined place like this would be hell). " how's the .. um .. end of the world going for ya ? "

[fatalelity]

@trustschaos said : “ you think i don’t notice but i do. i can tell something’s wrong. ”

there are days where the weight of her specialty crushes her. she loves her job, she loves being the ambassador of life when a fetus becomes a human after they take their first breath — she loves watching families fall in love with one another at the arrival of a new life. but then on the flip side came with the harsh reality —— addison montgomery is never one to judge but there was something uniquely cruel about the fact paramedics barely recovered a newborn from a back alley trash can. it wasn't fair. she could never get used to it — no matter how much she advocate and educate there never seem to be enough knowledge to go around.

safe haven laws exist for a reason.

it's been hours since she last operated on that baby and all addison could think about was that sweet baby boy being left alone, afraid, and cold in the elements.

then, she catches onto the words that drag her out of her morose train of thoughts. arms dangle, torso bend and lean against the brick ledge as she slumps — somehow, the chaotic city view is more calming than the thoughts in her mind.

" i . . . yeah — i'm fine. " addison rasps, her voice creaking from inutility. slowly, she straightens her back before clearing her throat. the heaviness within her is crushing ... everything is just so complicated. there's a tentative smile hanging on her lips, a twinge of discomfort.

strange isn't it ? she's always been chasing for people to care about her and yet the second someone shows even a margin of concern, addison freezes. maybe this was why she rejected mark sloan. maybe this was why a part of her kept hoping he would cheat and sleep with someone else —— she couldn't handle being cared for, even if she wants it so desperately.

" don't you have an ED to run? " wry chuckles leave her mouth, the corner of her sleeve quickly brushing against the damp spot on her cheeks.

prompts for emotionally stunted idiots / accepting