#abanbas

[scvcnofswords]

❝ you're gonna be okay. eventually. but first you gotta not be okay for a while. it's gotta suck so you can actually recognize when you're alright again. ❞ for Litriu || @abanbas

The reassurance does what is likely the exact opposite of the intent. The Warden's shoulders go rigid, and she goes very still, body halting entirely. Like an animal in a corner, a beast eyeing a trap it knows will cause harm. She looks to the speaker out of the corner of her eye, lips curling back just slightly from her teeth a moment before her expression willfully goes blank.

"I am fine." gritted out, vicious, ground glass in her throat. "I have no need for platitudes or appeasement to be effective. Mind your own self before you think to me and worry of mine."

She does not like to be seen, she does not like to be pinned like a butterfly to a board. And she feels it.

Instinct screams to retreat, to vanish into the shadows, but there's nowhere to go; so the bobcat weaving around her heels reacts instead, hissing a long, low warning to him.

"I am fine. I know myself and my limits. If I need help, I'll ask." words bitten-out and hard-wrought.

[veilblade]

@abanbas asked: Sire smiled, a manicured finger tracing her jaw. " Thank you for helping me out." He leaned down, moving the pipe away from his lips before kissing smoke into her lips. " I do appreciate helping hands."

Raena was completely puzzled, staring bewildered as Sire leaned into her. For a moment, his words did not even register in her brain, too taken aback by his touch, by his brief kiss, to process it.

"Uh-- Thanks? I mean-- you're welcome?" Raena tripped over her words, still staring at him, brows raised and lips parted.

[thundrer]

@abanbas surprised thor. after the boop on his nose the corner of his lips pulled into a genuine smile, it shines brightly that matches the delightful gleam in sky blue eyes. ❝ thank you. ❞ and he bows his head in appreciation.

!

[selunaris]

@abanbas asked: don't go.

Luna paused in the doorway, turning back to the qunari with brow furrowed and lips pouted in sympathy. She wasted no time in turning back, in crossing back to him. She placed her arms around his neck and came to sit upon his lap, embracing him tightly with fingers stroking through his hair at the nape of his neck. "Alright." The ancient elf whispered, pressing a kiss to his crown. "I'll stay as long as you need."

[combatmelodies]

@abanbas asked: i know things have been complicated, but i'm glad you're here.

Callaia tilts her head as her soft green eyes catches the flicker of firelight dancing across Sire's features. The weight of his words hung between them, almost tangible, like Rivaini air before a beautiful storm. She lets the words settle as a soft grin tugs at her lips.

"Complicated is one...of many...ways to put it," she laughs lightly, with a hinted warmth beneathe her tone. Her hands busy themselves with the strap of her sheathe; adjusting the worn leather and offering repairs where needed. It's been done so many times, she doesn't even know she's doing it. "But you know me. I thrive in messes, deadend leads, and complicated hurdles. 'always a song for chaos'," Her smile all but softens as she looks up at him.

"I'm glad you're here too, for what its worth. Whatever trouble we find ourselves in, it's a little less scary with you by my side."

[dreadwo1f]

* 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚈 𝚆𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂. ⧼ lily rose depp , the weeknd - dollhouse ⧽

solas with his head held high and arms held behind his back. a confident demeanor with pride in his stance. he shatters the illusion of freedom and the false promises of no games. “  i’m deep inside your mind. there is no escape for you. ”

@abanbas

[rookfang]

@abanbas said, “ i was stranded in a desert once. ran out of food. ”

↪ 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 | accepting!

LAIKA IS CROUCHED with her elbows on her knees, and a cloth bag by her side, as she picks provisions from the pantry.  Her ear twitches as Sire speaks, an incredibly visible movement, given both the length of her ears and the halo of fringe they protrude through.  Honestly, the hardest part of going into the field was figuring out how long they had to be there, and what to pack.  Would it be a quick trip into Arlathan, or were they going to emerge from a Fade bubble and find out a week had passed? 

Grabbing a jar from the lowest shelf, she turns to look at Sire, “ How'd that happen? Didn't picture you the type to go wandering into a desert. ” 

[mournwvtch]

" i understand more than you think . "

she is off kilter, violet hues drifting sharply to look upon the other with the immediate desire for deflection. what could he possibly know of it? but biting words stilt in her throat as hesitation stills her tongue.

he speaks it with such conviction, a fact she cannot ignore even if she'd like to. she tears her gaze away, eyes squeezing shut.

fingertips claw against the shattered concrete, nails broken to the quick, they bleed. villainous boots sweep her arms out and force her back into the ground. it splits her chin; she can hear the death rattle in his hollow throat. ❝ you mourn watchers are all the same—but you, i can smell the stink of poverty on your flesh—and i will take great pleasure in rending it from your bones—!❞ then a flash of green erupts from her palm, curling her fingertips like vaporous tendrils, her teeth stained red as she squeezes, and squeezes, and s q u e e z e s—watching his jawbone crack, twist, his rotting flesh peeling back like molding fruit on a vine. ❝ —like yours, m'lord? ❞

her gaze reopens, full lips parted with anxious breath before she finally looks back to sire once more, eyelids half-lidded as she finally says—

❝ is that so? ❞

[oddisms]

ok since im getting back into rping on tumblr in general u can like this for something, i don't know what but something!

[thundrer]

@abanbas : “ on your feet. i said, get up. ”  ₍    ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ ₎

cyan eyes looked up and traced sire's exterior. peculiar. for a mere mortal to bring a god to his knees. he pushed out a strained breath, golden locks clinging to his forehead, dishevel from the one who stands before him.

thor was taken aback. admittedly a little impressed. it shows in the way he huffs out a chuckle before lips curved into a smug grin. ❝   ready for round two ? by odin's beard, you don't give up.  ❞ and he pushed himself up, landing on his feet. his smile only grew wider ; his arm outstretched, an open palm. he was waiting for something. you can hear it in the distance like a storm, a crackle, tearing open the sky as lightning danced on his finger tips. mjolnir ripping through the air to return to it's worthy wielder.

❝   are you sure you want to do this , midgardian ? there is no harm in accepting defeat.    ❞ his confidence radiating, teasing a warning.

[architorturedsouls]

Off Grid House in Yokohama / abanba ph: GEN INOUE

[combatmelodies]

what colour is your aura?

blue

blueberries, canals, gatorade, denim jackets, stationary, coastlines, bluebirds. your essence is blue: you are as deep as the seas, but sensitive to the slightest ripple. you attach meaning to your emotions; they guide you, but also blind you to how things truly are. you act misunderstood but shy away from telling anyone who you really are. you are the poet. you are the sorrower. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of sky, navy, mauve, and jade, who share your need for authenticity. you are also drawn to the self-actualizing green and orange, who will help you grow and open up during hardship. however, you may struggle to get along with the linear personalities of grey and red who seem overly focused on structure.

stolen from @abanbas !

tagging: @divinelght @onewithweave @dreamsevered @t4mpered and YOUUU!!!

[dreadwo1f]

Um ren you know i love you. you always randomly pop up to talk to me and it brings me such joy bc im shite at communicating first (my fatal flaw) and you got me back into rping bc sure, what the hell right? YOU KNOW I bent my own little rules just so Canta and Raphael can be losers together, I will bend them again so solas and sire can be losers together and anyone else u play bc erm u rock!

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

screaming !!! i'm glad you can put up with me and the cursed images i send you. lmao no but in all seriousness. we've been here for a long time. and i love talking to you. you also made me fall in love with canta <3 having them come and be menace with raphael. and now sire?? yes. i already love him. they've officially joined the loser club. solas is of course still in denial about it. lmao. ah thank you for your cute message ! it's good to have you back , my friend.🫂💚

[rookfang]

@abanbas sent in: abatina and goldenrod!

↪ BOTANICAL HEADCANONS | accepting!

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   ( due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) , or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?

In general, Laika prides herself on an open mind.  Life is significantly easier when you're capable of seeing other people's points of view, particularly when your job involves freeing victims of trafficking and resettling their lives. For the most part, she reacts very well to new information. It's a consequence of her youth, I think: She knows she grew up with only exposure to Tevinter, and specifically only exposure to poverty in Tevinter. Even as she ages and experiences more and more of the world, she keeps that lens in her mind; if something is strange, it may only be strange to her.

It may be easier to list the things she won't change her opinion on: her politics, her belief in what is righteous and how to get there. You're not getting her to stop believing in people's rights.

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ? why or why not?   where do they believe these things come from ?

Nope. Her life has just been too ruled by persecution to see anything but the systems that create it. Even things that don't feel like they're related. I.E. It wouldn't be luck if Dock Town ends up the most affected by a natural disaster, it would be a direct consequence of the fact that Dock Town is almost entirely tent city, a place of poverty and displacement. Her " job" is Revolutionarie; she has to see how those things connect, even if she can't fix everything.

[tokumon]

AA Abanba aka Translucitor from Carranger ep. 21

[designerhk]

JCH project - 良雲 by Abanba