#aaleaqlania

[vohunara]

   of course it's a festive day. how could it not be? it's a special day, today.

   if possible, he'd make it a festivity- but Kaveh might just die of embarassment at being congratulated, so he puts the idea and the work behind it aside.

   what he has done the previous days is, instead, keep an eye out for ingredients. a pack of flour. a dozen eggs, because they were running low, and he's going to employ four for his dirty deeds. vanilla extract. 

   all of it is disguised with a shrug and ain case you want to try something new, so you don't trip out of the door in a rush screaming about missing something that was ( hopefully ) regarded as a normal comment and indulgence towards him. Al Haitham isn't poor, in that regard.

   a quick, planned early end of his shirt finds him squirreling home the darkest cocoa powder he could find, and a bag of almonds and macadamia nuts, unnoticed and promptly hidden behind some colorful glasses where out of sight means out of mind, for his boyfriend.

   and now that he has, for once, risen even earlier than Kaveh... ah, the dances can begin.

   how hard can it be, to bake a cake for Kaveh's birthday? he has his grandmother's recipe book opened in front of him, and there's plenty of cakes here. he can follow the base recipe, and then add his. baking is a science- if he follows everything perfectly, he's sure the events will come along.

   after half an hour spent to try and make glaze out of scratch, he has to conclude that whoever said that baking was a science needs to return to the Akademia to have a supplementary course of studies.

   the base of it has come along nicely- but the glaze is too liquid. and bitter- but bitter is not a problem. there's a frown creasing over his flour-stained eyebrows as he figures out that it needs to be thicker, but adding more powdered sugar will ruin the bitterness of it. with a sigh, he throws the slosh in the trashbin, and adds less water to his next try along with a bit of coffee grounds- the consistence comes out better, but there are sweet and bitter clumps in it.

   this is defeating him. yet, he perseveres. a true scholar never gives up until the very last thesis has been handed over- in his case, a true boyfriend determined to bake a sweet treat for his significant other never gives up until everything has burned.

   however, he startles and turns abruptly when he hears a noise- and wouldn't you know his luck? the birthday man is right behind him, staring at the mess he made of the counter.

   this is a very deer-in-headlights moment. his shoulders sag after a brief second of shock, the dignity of someone absolutely powdered with flour almost from head to toe, and still in his pajama pants.

   ' don't touch anything, ' he warns, worn down by baking.' i can't smooth the glaze, so i have to remake it and figure out what went wrong. it was supposed to be your birthday cake, but with how i'm proceeding i do want to lead you to the nearest bakery and just have you pick one instead of getting poisoned. '

   there's a bit of frustration- but he has rarely baked. failure was to be expected. still- he raises a spoonful of glaze over Kaveh's mouth.

   ' tell me if it's edible. perhaps not all hope is lost. '

      Al Haitham thinks he's subtle, and perhaps that was true at some point in their lives when Kaveh's sights were clouded by multiple layers of doubt, hesitation and plain distrust of the man's every intention. Now, as time has passed and much changed between then, he rests easy, sure that he has an unmatched grasp on his partner's individuality, enough to know for certain that he is up to no good.

      His prying goes unanswered, dismissed or thwarted, as it usually does. Haitham's resolve is unbreakable when he's so clearly unwilling to let anyone into his affairs — Kaveh has learned to let go, abandon the need to uncover and understand, and, just as important, trust to take the what the other says at face value. And so he does, his days passing by without any more investigation.

      The answer comes in the morning, a day when he wakes up uncharacteristically alone. It's early and already so noisy with the clinking of cutlery echoing in the corridors, Kaveh groans, husky and with sleep weighing on the cadence of his voice, his complaint pointedly condemning the sound of metal scratching.

      ‘ By god, are you trying to implode the kitchen? ʼ Brows crease above crimson eyes, pinched at the middle and pulling all of Kaveh's features into a half-disgruntled, half-curious frown. He yawns right after, hands working on the buttons of his blouse until most of his frame is covered as he walks up to the mess left on the counters and table.

      He tries to reach for one of the empty packages, but stops immediately when instructed to, stunned both by the request and the explanation that follows it: 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆. Al-Haitham is baking and failing comically. Kaveh laughs, spontaneously and freely. ‘ You're supposed to sift the powders before adding them to the mixture. ʼ His mouth opens to sample the sugar glaze and confirm the mistake he's already picked up from seeing the contents in bowl: it's clumpy, with tiny sugar clusters melting on his tongue while he tastes. The bitter aftertaste is a surprise, though. His eyes widen for a second in response.

      ‘ Too sweet, it's overwhelming. ʼ Whether his words address the glaze or the Scribe himself, Kaveh makes no effort to clarify. Rather, he reaches to wipe flour off the man's lashes and nose, pulling back then to roll his own sleeves up and reach for a strainer inside the cabinet. ‘ There's no way you'll leave this kitchen without learning how to bake a cake, if it's the last thing I do. Go get more sugar. ʼ

[cryoexorcist]

@aaleaqlania: alhaitham vc: THERE'S NO HYPOTETICAL. YOU WILL DIE.

"You are completely missing the ENTIRE point of the conversation."

[predvestnik-a]

the novelty of having another harbinger in the house of daena is both equally exciting and agitating, for the scholars of the akademiya. childe receives glances, is skittered around by fearful students and, particulary, given the roundabout over the matter at hand: the presence of the acting grand sage- who seems to be nowhere in sight, at the moment.

personally, al haitham finds the anxious squawking unnecessary: if the presence of tartaglia becomes a problem, he'll be handled accordingly. it's pointless to get oneself eaten alive by fear, counterproductive, even- plus, the harbinger seems to be behaving: if he wanted to bring chaos forth, he would have undoubtedly already done so. just as his assistant is done speaking about his absence, as if summoned, the not-scribe seems to pop out of thin air, with an impressive stack of books precariously swaying in his arms and pretending that everyone else is thin air, as far as it concerns him.

only when he's picked out a couple more books, drowning out the stuttering squeaks of his helper, it's when he aknowledges not him- but childe. ' oh, it's you again. ' he doesn't sound the least surprised.

but, this time, he eyes the ginger up and down, lost in thought for a moment. ' since you insist in trying to hang out, do me a favor. ' and before the poor man can protest, half of the books are piled neatly into his arms, and fire-ringed eyes are immediately back on the shelves, looking for something else.

' you're pretty muscular. surely you can handle carrying a few more tomes? '

tartaglia, for today, will be a magnificent book holder.

The allure of orbiting the Acting Grand Sage's presence lies in understanding what type of person he truly is. Childe watches from afar at first, keenly taking in the crumbs of information the mere act of standing there, in a library of all places, provides.

House of Daena, the name replays in his mind as if meant to be picked apart — a place of revelations, connection to the divine, Sumeru's divinity. Is enlightnement sacred, pure enough in this land to be bestowed even upon a delinquent such as himself?

Only time can tell.

         ‘ Pleased to see you too, ʼ Childe quips, tempted to curl his mouth upwards. In the end, he doesn't smile, but holds an amused look over the scholar with the same conviction he, now, holds the books thrown into his arms.

This is new; odd, but new. The Snezhnayan laughs, partly incredulous at the little concession he's been given. Somehow, even someone who's spent but a few days in the city can see it's characteristic of the other. ‘ Acting Grand Sage, Scribe, hero and librarian. You've got quite the resume. ʼ

[sungracd]

continued :   @aaleaqlania

     " And quite frankly , rather embarrassing for the both of us . . . " Breakdancing isn't among their many talents , unfortunately . But it seems now they'll have all the time in the world to learn by the time anything gets done around here . Arms cross , irritation on their brow . Alhaitham has already resigned himself to a seat and a means to pass the time but Adrian begins to pace .

     " This is medicine , not some school project . This is precious time and lives at risk for all they know . " Adrian stops abruptly , facing the other . " You're a grand . . . something . Can't you just walk in , gather the materials , and walk back out ? "

[predvestnik]

@aaleaqlania You next.

[vohunara]

      It opens without much struggle, which begs the question of how none of its contents spilled in the pouch before al Haitham handed it out. Judging by the smell and texture, the slices are derived from a deliciously fresh mango — Kaveh salivates way before he can truly taste it.

      He fits the lid under the container, holds with a single hand so the other can occupy itself with his fork. The first bite is glorious, he hums in pure delight. De-escalated indeed, distracted with something delectable, so absorbed in his treat that he's forgotten to move out of his roommate's vicinity.

      ❛ Do we have more of these? I was thinking of trying to make a mousse and—❜ Ah, in fact, it's a good thing he's stayed. Kaveh hasn't finished his chewing and has to pause halfway to watch over the other, observe how uncharacteristically coy he looks. It catches the architect off guard, a sight he's been, for so long, too sure he'd lost.

      That troubled look... youthful, genuine, refreshing memories of years gone by. Kaveh thought he'd forgotten how his best friend used to flush, and, there, he's glad he was wrong.

      He swallows his piece and moves closer, slowly. His fork stabs into another slice, but this one is not for himself. ❛ Do you want a piece?❜

      it's pointless to keep going when it gets to this point between them; al-haitham offers reason- and kaveh doesn't want to hear it. 

      he gets it: all of kaveh's life has been as an architect. it's like trying to put a square-like object in a circular space- the figure just won't fit, because it's not his the space it can fit in. could it? possibly, with some efforts. but it'd leave the square figure mangled, and the one pushing with some pain in their fingers for the excessive pushing force, and all due to thinking that they know best.

      by now, al-haitham has figured out that some of arguments need to be de-escalated. it's good to bicker, but it's good to know when it isn't going anywhere, and needs to stop before it gets to their heads. he has already made a point, the one that he is concerned, and as kaveh has gotten it, now he can provide a proper de-escalation element.

      and thus, the Distraction Number 1: Mango Slices was born.

      it's so simple and effective that he looks smug for a moment- but just one, and it doesn't unsoften his features. more than anything, al-haitham momentarily looks pleased with himself. of course, kaveh won't let it last.

      before it registers what he's doing, his partner's voice is muffled in a quiet, sweet thank-you against the side of his cheek, a gentle push into his hair having brought their faces close. it takes him some seconds and a few owlish blinks before he registers that kaveh has kissed his cheek-

      kaveh has kissed his cheek and thanked him.

      it's almost against his will that the skin under the blond's fingertips starts to burn, that ears grow hot and hotter, concealed under... ha! unfortunately for him, there's no concealing, as he picked this very moment to discard his headpieces around the house. his burning ears are in full display, and so is al.haitham's almost troubled expression as he resembles a mercury-filled termometer registering an high temperature: his.

      ' you're... you're welcome. '

      it's that little stutter, the little throat clearing, the heat wafting off his face that should give kaveh a clue of what he just did.

   ...he wonders if he can get plenty more of mangos before the season ends. it's time to look into it.

[viaetor]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

what’s your phone wallpaper : currently it's a picture of my baby niece and my rescued baby kitten, both the cutest creatures in the whole world UE UE UE last song you listened to : in nome del padre - måneskin (absolute banger to work out to at the gym, don't let the title fool you and give it a go!) currently reading : i'm currently juggling between five books! here they are: "la haine de la démocratie" by jacques rancière, "daodejing" by laozi, "the book of lilith" by barbara black koltuv, "cien años de soledad" by gabriel garcía márquez and "videogames and postcolonialism: empire plays back" by souvik mukherjee. last movie : last week me and some homies got together to watch "logan's run", an underground sci-fi movie that's actually way better than we expected. we thought we would get hahaha funnies out of it, we ended up with existential dread. last show : the owl house (finished), modern family (watching) and criminal minds (watching) what are you wearing right now : ac/dc tank top with rainbow pyjama pants ~ piercings / tattoos? : one of my ears is pierced and i've got tattoos on both my arms and neck! glasses ? contacts? : glasses. without them, i literally cannot see the world ;w; last thing you ate? : chocolate cookies bc i have one hell of a sugartooth favorite color(s) : red, orange, black and beige! current obsession : aether genshinimpact + ships i'm writing with my partners + videogames and videogame studies (related to my thesis) + writing / translating do you have a crush right now? : nyohoho i do, i do, my partners tbh favourite fictional character : to list a few, aether from genshin impact, zhongli from genshin impact, amity from the owl house, ayden reyes-singh (oc), aurore auger (oc), morte (oc), etc!

tagged by: @maquiscursed (thank you ven chouchou! <3) tagging: i saw this going around a lot, so i'll try to tag people i didn't see doing these! so come on, hop in the train @abyssin @hitokageisei @vohunara @aaleaqlania @viatrixmoons @snowtombedstar @narvvhal @possets @shisou @starwrote @k0ski @mrch7 @touchfled @defiedlife + if you haven't done this, say i tagged you!

[wwriothesley]

      “ ━Seriously, don't break the law. ” ━​​​​​​​ independent VISUALLY IMPAIRED PORTRAIT of Wriothesley from G. IMPACT. both headcanon and canon based. EU timezone. penned by sam!

AFFILIATED WITH: @leviudicator

      a study in: the concept of 'tranquility' & everything that needs to be done to achieve it. administering a no man's land at the very bottom of the sea. the importance of unseriousness & a good break. the impact of vision loss in the everyday life.

      read carrd for more info! this masterpiece of my headbanner was done by @predvestnik!!!!!!!!!

headcanons tag. / ask memes tag. / why is he blind?

      find me at: @ccaptain / @ddazzlingblds / @aaleaqlania

[vohunara]

@aaleaqlania​ said  — is it untrue tho?

     ‘ Which part? I urge you to tread carefully. ʼ

[ruinlost]

RULES: repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

Taiyang edition:

Tagged by: No one I stole this 🕺✨ 

Tagging: @baishouqijia @abyssmalice @aaleaqlania  @erabundus @momijiba @balladccr​ @sylvctica @inavagrant + whoever else would like to 🕺

B A S I C S

Name:    Taiyang Age:     8 Birthdate:   march 12th Species:      Human Gender:         Male Orientation:  N/A Profession:     N/A

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S

Hair:    Dark redish brown,very soft and somewhat messy Eyes:   Maroon & burgundy (?) , described as very warm but also bright Skin:     fair,covered with freckles  Height:    4′8 Weight:  ????

F A M I L Y

Siblings:    Farrow (big brother) ,Ren (big brother) Parents:    Anhe (Mother) , His father passed away a bit ago Grandparents:   Deceased    Other Relatives:  N/A Any Pets Partners?:    N/A 

S K I L L S

Drawing,cleaning,cooking (learning),flower pressing (learning), A very quick learner most of the time he can pick this up fast

T R A I T S

—— Positive ——     Caring , ambitious, positive ,understanding, thoughtful, determined   ——Negative ——   naive,stubborn,sassy, rash,slightly reckless 

L I K E S

Colors: ��    Reds,blues,yellows,mauve,magenta Smells:  Anything sweet ,rivers,food Textures:   N/A Drinks:    Apple cider

O T H E R     D E T A I L S

Smokes:     Drugs:        Driver License:     Ever Been Arrested:   

[predvestnik-a]

Breaking the radio silence to exalt how good of a friend @ccaptain / @aaleaqlania is to me and how much she deserves all the kindness, love one can muster. <3 Think of someone as patient, who will nerd out at everything you throw her way? And jumps from pole to pole with me without skipping any steps? Unparalleled.

[bitbrumal]

@aaleaqlania is actually giving kaeya therapy in the DMs tonight i. neither i nor kaeya (nor sam) know what the fuck is happening but it sure is.

[vohunara]

      Most ought to admit the color of burning fire to its beauty, except when it rolls almost into its keeper's skull in a silent taunt to what he's heard. Kaveh huffs with no restraint to how it might sound, meets al Haitham's annoyance with a flippant attitude reserved for the Scribe's continued nonsense. ‘ Archons, you have the Matra at your disposal! ʼ Both hands are lifted in tandem with the increase in volume. The architect doesn't interrupt his walk, nor does he fully turn to grace his housemate with any eye contact he might seek out of this. ‘ Are you telling me Azar got out of his dumb chair, at least once, when he wanted to ascertain the origin of any Darshan's funds? I bet not, yeah? That's why you won't convince me there wasn't personal interest in it, hmph. ʼ

      With that out of his chest, Kaveh crosses his arms again. Though his train of thought leads him through a path which denies the truth, he doesn't easily miss when something is off about the stories others feed him.

      His shoulders relax, unwound from the previous outburst in favor of regarding their interest in the arts with more sensibility. The phantom of a smile can be seen trying to haunt the corners of the blond's mouth, silently taking in the crumbs of al Haitham's new openness towards anything artistic, and his left hand raises over his lips to better conceal the sight.

      ‘ And I say that you're crazy to even CONSIDER something as stupid as taking that... that thing home. ʼ Kaveh retorts with delight lingering stubbornly around his tone, despite the asinine proposal. He sighs and shakes his head to rid himself of its remnants, this way he may give his stance the rigorous touch the matter at hand requires. ‘ It's ludicrous in so many levels, I could generously offer to sort them by either alphabetical order or idiocy scale. ʼ

vohunara​:

-

   ‘ No can do. ʼ Certainty drapes itself over his response with a right it shouldn’t claim, it accompanies the light movement of his head as he shakes in a negative. Kaveh 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 win, it’s non-negotiable in his resolve. Al Haitham may have the strength, but the architect has a mighty purpose to prove himself capable.

   His hand is lowered to the Acting Grand Sage’s shoulder for fingertips to touch lightly, hold him at a distance while the entirety of the situation is properly gauged and set straight. ‘ You haven’t convinced me, ʼ Kaveh announces. There’s a mental comparison between what al Haitham says now to what he said before, and the blond picks on key contradictions — a slip of the tongue, at first he tries to excuse and justify with the bits of the other’s character he knows. However, it isn’t enough to fully undo the 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧 creasing between his brows. That is, until it easily blends into a second matter nobody but al Haitham had considered until that very moment.

    From there on, Kaveh lingers in a wordless pause. His face drops momentarily, regains its fire as he ruffles his feathers over the information he’s received. ‘ Hah, of course! For you, my projects can only receive hefty funding if it’s a scam, not something to be taken seriously. So much you’ll investigate its origins personally. ʼ He pushes the man’s shoulder, albeit without real force or offense to it, and turns around again to resume his walk toward their destination. ‘ If all goes well— and it will, you’ll have to get out of your chair more times to review the Kshahrewar’s sponsors. ʼ  

      the fact that kaveh seems so sure of himself adds an even funnier part to it: the possibility of a confrontation in private, where the blond threw himself into it with determination and intent, was sure going to take him a bit more effort to win than average. ‘ we’ll see about that. ‘ instead of being another snag to uncomb, al haitham pondered that it was going to be stimulating. the hint of smugness in his voice tells so.

   ( … perhaps a perk of having been alone too long. for surely; considering this past time better than a nap, for once, didn’t scandalized him. )

      as he’s held back like something delicate to be touched, the coming of a thought he’s had time to see in pratice drags a sigh out of his lips. of course: when the seeds of an idea plant themselves into his brain, with a little magic trick called being absolutely, fully delusional, he’ll nod his head and make locks of blond follow the movement, placated in the faux realization that everything must be, without the shadow of a doubt, exactly as he thought. kaveh writes and plays his own songs at a rhythm only he can perceive- for the conclusions he draws are often completely wrong, or even self-victimistical.

      ‘ i haven’t, because there’s no convincing you. ‘ he starts, annoyance in the back of his voice as usual when it comes to these scenarios. ‘ i could, quite literally, talk myself hoarse to try, and no matter what i would say or do, once my throat would come close to resemble the dryest sands of al-zazif in texture, you’d still pull out one more argument to tell me how i’m not convincing you. ‘a shrug, not strong enough to shake the hand off his shoulder. ‘ perhaps, a bit later, i’ll give it a try. once you get in your head that you’re not convinced, not even the dendro archon in person could move you━ ‘ 

      it sounds like praise from al haitham…

      ‘ ━like an heavy, stubborn boulder. ‘

   … if it didn’t came from a satisfacted al haitham. indeed, not a compliment.

       ‘ actually, ‘ he feels like he’ll have to use this phrase quite often, in the next days, ‘ one of the grand acting sage’s occupation is to ascertain the origin of the funding, when some arrive at my desk━ exactly to prevent a scam, or a possible change of mind later. in this particular case, i went and investigated personally since the last funds given to the kshahrewar darshan were from dori, and quite a long time ago. or would you rather i have refused upfront? ‘ he lets the question sink in, drawing from the ironproof alibi he constructed around it. ‘ normally, i have a branch of people that i deploy for those matters, but the circumstances of the entire situation were suspicious. fortunately, ‘ he speaks after a little, teathrical pause, ‘ this is just a way for people to start appreciating the arts again. everything was legit, from start to end of the transation, which was a relief; less paperwork to fill in for me. does this explanation sound better to you? ‘

      the little push does exactly nothing to a wall of built muscle like him. it does make him tut and follow back at the blond’s side.

      ‘ when it happens, i’ll gladly take it. the chair in my office is comfortable, but the monstrosity hanging from the ceiling is giving me migraines. ‘

      a pause.

      ‘ actually, i might as well bring it home as a new decoration. what do you say? ‘

[ccaptain]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: sam!! i also respond to zack c:

PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: if you don't have my discord, IMs will do until i give it out! i definitely prefer discord over anything else. 

NAME OF MUSE(s): Kaeya!!!!! i grab this scrunkly man and throw him against a WALL. i also have wriothesley over at @wwriothesley, alhaitham over at @aaleaqlania and sampo at @ddazzlingblds c: i'm generally more active on Kaeya and Wrio!

BEST EXPERIENCE: COMING BACK TO THE PARA RP COMMUNITY, and specifically the genshin one, WAS THE BEST EXPERIENCE I EVER HAD. i made so many friends, i finally felt relaxed in catching things up if i had to step away for a middle day nap, and my writing style improved so much......... i feel at peace now tbh. loving it here in my little zone 

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:

- i have seen Some Shit in my years and there's not a single manipulation technique, façade of wholesomeness or trick  that i haven't seen or that i don't recognize. trying to manipulate me into ANYTHING is the fastest dealbreaker known to man, and it won't work to boot. i'm tired, man. just let me roleplay in peace

- i despise the Harem Setting and no, you cannot romance my Kaeya to drag him into your little enclosure of other Kaeyas because i will actively ignore your attempts at interacting with me if i sniff that this is your endgoal. i will also not be sorry about it. it's in my rules that i an highly uncomfortable with it. i will never change my stance against it.

- my worst pet peeve is when i don't wake up with caps-locked headcanons about our muses from my shipping partners sent at 5AM- no seriously, i think that's all, it's just the two things above that i haven't talked about. or talked about enough in the second one's case-

MUSE PREFERENCES: completely insane muses who don't operate without a known logic, but also muses who hide their pain behind a friendly smile and would go to great lenghts for their loved ones. muses who have suffered beyond their threshold and still take it. muses who had an horrible past and now they're more well-adjusted and even a little bit goofy. muses that- *i am sniped from the closest building*

PLOTS OR MEMES: i want to say both but,,,,, memes are so quick, while plotting can take up a lot of energy that i don't have,,,,, yes i'll go with memes

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: IF I DON'T HIT 16 PARAGRAPHS IN MY REPLY ASSUME THAT I HAVE HAD A STROKE AND HAVE BEEN LEFT AGONIZING ON THE FLOOR UNABLE TO REACH THE KEYBOARD

BEST TIME TO WRITE: after dinner when i am full of food and full of ideas c:

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): kind of? if i had to pick one i'd have to say that i resonate with Wriothesley a bit more? thanks to my mental illness i went through Some Shit but now i'm steadily getting better. i feel like it influences my portrayal and makes me understand how he feels much better? if that makes sense?

tagged by: @resolutepath MWA tagging: @predvestnik and anyone who wants to yoinks this i am enabling you

[ssonoroalloys]

   the unknown is calling so ━ i cross the LINE.

      independent, private & selective Wuthering Waves multimuse featuring AALTO, ENCORE, YINLIN, etc. wuthered all over the waves by sam! she/her/they. 29. EU, GMT+2 timezone. canon compliant when possible.

blogroll: @ccaptain. @wwriothesley. @aaleaqlania. @ddazzlingblds

[ddazzlingblds]

      #DDAZZLINGBLDS: indie & independent sampo koski. penned by sam, 25+ / EU timezone, and mutuals only! both canon and headcanon-driven. selective. remake of the original ddazzlingblds!

      an hilarious, REPRISED study in: the art of SCAMMING. always getting the last LAUGH on a running JOKE, PROFIT. a life on the run. a correct balance of ELATION & HEIDONISM.

      carrd / headcanons tag / ask memes tag

find me at: @ccaptain / @aaleaqlania / @wwriothesley

rules for mobile:

ooc. mutuals only; OC friendly; duplicates come @ me and let's see how many sampos we can stack in a room; minors DNI; not interested in OOC drama ( including call-outs reblogging and witch hunts, etc. ); come to me if you have a specific tag you want me to use!

mentions of. this blog will have mentions of alcohol consumption; violence & death; disfunctional relationships; avoidant attachment; PLOT SPOILERS & SOMETIMES LEAKS, all tagged; the plotline of Jarilo-VI + any future planets added in-game.

shipping. i ship with chemistry, and i don't mind plotting ships on the go. the more crackships, the better! as long as you're aware that Sampo is scum, we're fine. if you ever want to break ship with me for any reason, shoot me an message and we're good to go! shipping should be about brainrotting and having fun, not unhealthy possessiveness. ♥ i will also break ship IMMEDIATELY if the lines between ic / ooc get blurred. i'm your friend, not your possession.

disclaimer. due to Sampo's limited presence in-game, expect this blog to run on headcanons like there's no tomorrow.