#afierosii

[spadilled]

NEV'S ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

the rules are simple! post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. then tag ten people to do the same ( if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people ). please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE/S :

you are here (@spadilled)

@catclyssm (bsd nakahara chuuya and the side blogs @seiigi (suehiro tetcho) and @kakarette (an extremely low activity oda that i use to torment ori specifically))

WANT TO WRITE :

boothill, probably... let's be honest here i'm a sucker for a cowboy

blade, but his lore intimidates me and there's already sooo many cool blades

sampo, again i just enjoy other people's sampo's at this point lmao

my very vague idea of a hsr oc that none of u will ever hear about unless you pry it from my cold, dead hands

i want to pick up a few genshin muses like alhaitham but the lore scares me

HAVE WRITTEN :

@qrwvviid-archived-blog, @qrwvviid-a, @crviis-a, @crviis (qr.ow bra.n.we.n of r.w.b.y.... man i had his muse for such a long time and then the rpc finally got to me lmaoo)

@godtricks (mercury bl.ack of r.w.b.y)

@afierosii (destiny multi muse including shi.n mal.phur, tevis larsen and andal brask)

@usurperr (r.k.900 of d.b.h... richard my beloved)

@imptus (r.k800-60 of d.b.h.... caleb..... i miss youuuu)

@pyresided (my oc shi.n mal.phur who i made)

@abelshot (v.ash the stampede)

@selfnss (a collection of other muses and a few ocs i never really got off the ground)

@xiincun (jing yuan, my beloved)

i've also written; wriothesley, diluc, katabasis of destiny fame, ro.man torch.wi.ck, gen/ji

WOULD WRITE AGAIN :

i would write shin again in a heartbeat if i had the chance honestly.. and vash and richard/caleb... my time with qrow is long gone unfortunately but... forever in our memories......

[notpetals]

@afierosii​ said:

he's already bloodied and bruised when yor takes the front of his cloak in a fist, eyes half lidded and glazed over despite the bloody, toothy grin he sends up toward the larger man. hands hang loose by his sides as tevis watches yor the best he can. "y' done--yet? i ain't--even--feelin' it--yet--" a splutter of blood and spittle paints the hunter's lips as he quirks a brow at the monster above him. the static of the void is distant now, though incessant as ever. he needs more.

   Yor’s never found himself quite so pleased to have met someone with a Ghost, that little gnat of Light that’d bring someone back from just about anything. There is an aspect of desire here that sits low in his gut and an itch waiting to be scratched, though not one he is willing to sate with Tevis. The whispers want that final death and he isn’t going to let them have it, not yet, perhaps not ever if Tevis wanted to keep playing this game. 

   “Just have to kill you then,” he answers back. The Human body can only take so much before it breaks, even when it came to Guardians, more so without a Ghost healing those wounds. He wonders just briefly what they think about the whole situation, before reeling his fist back and letting it connect with the bridge of Tevis’ nose. That follow through forces broken bone deep into the wound and he knows well enough that the damage will lead to death, soon enough. 

   The grasp on Tevis goes slack and he lets the Hunter crumple down to the floor, reaching back to take his own cloak and wipe red into its fabric off plated knuckles. Without much care for the violence he has dealt out Yor goes to sit down nearby, patient as ever for everything that comes after. 

   Maybe the man will take that other approach to the problem, if he isn’t satisfied with this one, again. 

[cybled-a]

[ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃 ] 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙰𝚈   /   @afierosii

this is the first time shiro’s been party to a consensus meeting, and five minutes in he can’t help but wonder how andal can stand any of it. how he can get through it with that charming smile on his face. though, sometimes that smile sharpens to a razor’s edge, sharp as shiro’s arc blades. sometimes it disappears entirely. shiro can’t decide which expression should worry the others more. 

the meeting lasts for hours. covers various topics. from city planning, to crop yields, to expeditions into the surrounding wilderness, to zoning restrictions. everything is debated tooth and nail by one party or another. nothing has an easy solution. if shiro had teeth he’s sure he’d have ground them to dust by the time the topic of vanguard operations comes up. it takes another two hours before shiro is asked to deliver his own report on the fallen house of kings ; andal had asked him this favor, and he can see equal parts apology and mischief in his friends’ eyes when he introduces shiro to the consensus and the other vanguard leaders. see what i have to deal with? 

shiro’s report is brief, succinct. the leader of new monarchy has a half dozen questions to ask that shiro answers in a dry tone, trying not to show how rankled he is by the way the man addresses him. like he’s a drone. a mindless soldier. he wonders if it’s because he’s a scout, an exo, or some combination of the two. 

most likely the latter, crux murmurs through their neural link, and shiro’s throat flickers blue with a quiet noise of derision. when the topic turns to final deaths in the field shiro has to stop himself from physically attacking a few of the members for their poorly voiced opinions, the ways in which they dishonor the dead by speaking of them like so many meaningless numbers. the battle of mare imbrium is brought up twice as a barb against the vanguard, heated discussions nearly boiling over into shouts until the speaker calls for order.  

eventually, the meeting comes to an end. except, not truly. because half of the consensus leaders have gathered around the vanguard and are plying them with more questions, needling comments, overly ingratiating compliments. shiro elbows his way past the new monarchy leader without bothering to look at him, using his considerable frame to his advantage. 

“ think we owe each other a drink, ”   shiro says to andal, tossing him a quick wink. andal says his goodbyes quickly and takes the easy out that shiro’s offering. 

they don’t stay out long. it’s autumn, and the nights are coming on early. feels like they’d spent all day in that echoing chamber full of irritated and overwhelming voices. everyone fighting to be heard. almost nobody pausing to really listen. as an exo, there’s no place on his body for physical exhaustion to latch onto. but somehow, after that, he feels more tired than after a month in the field spent tracking down a target to assassinate. so when andal offers a nightcap in his quarters, shiro’s more than a little thankful. 

they talk a little more about anything but that meeting, quickly fall into companionable silence after the fourth drink is poured. shiro takes a moment to look at his friend. to really look. can see the tired lines on his face. the weight of his duties hanging off of his shoulders heavier than any hunter cloak, even one picked up from a fallen comrade. it’s not a single death he carries now. it’s thousands and thousands of lives. 

a part of shiro still wants to hate him for it. for taking the dare in the first place. for losing it. for following through. but he doesn’t think he can hold on to that anymore. not after the tiny slice of andal’s life he’d tasted today. 

by midnight they’re both well and truly drunk, and shiro has no intentions of transmatting to his ship. instead, he makes his way to andal’s bedroom, kicking his boots off, pulling lucky raspberry from his chest only for crux to trasmat the rest of his armor away without a word. he doesn’t look over his shoulder for andal. can feel his quiet footsteps vibrating through the concrete floor as he follows the exo. they get in bed, back to back. andal’s always been good about respecting shiro’s space, knows that nine times out of ten he isn’t fond of touch that he doesn’t initiate himself. knows too that shiro rarely initiates. 

they’re both still awake when shiro rolls over. slips an arm over andal’s side. scoots closer till there’s only a finger's breadth of space between his chest and andal’s back. 

“ i don’t know how you can deal with it, ”   he murmurs quietly, voice washed lightly with static.   “ the way some o’ them talk about things… feels like they’ve lost sight of the trees tryin’ to picture the whole forest. ”

he doesn’t know if that makes sense. doesn’t know how else to say it either. shiro shuts his eyes and presses the palm of his hand over andal’s chest, just above the thudding of his heart, and tries to remember the hundreds of times they’ve done this before in the wilds, with nothing but the stars over their heads.

[withincosmos]

she hadn’t been in the city in months. her patrols mostly kept her just outside of the edz, camping under the stars and hiding in trees. it didn’t help how she felt, just pushed her worries down enough to survive. epsilon voiced his concern. you’ll eventually have to check in, he reminded. let them know you’re alive. a sweet sentiment. would have held more weight if she believed they cared. had anyone wished, they could have sent her a message. she’d answer...probably. she’d just refuse to leave.

her current campsite wasn’t far from shin malphur’s infamous fire pit. anyone who knew her, or at least contacted someone who knew her, would be able to find her. the area was far enough away to guarantee safety while also providing a view that was hard to beat in the area. her position was precarious, seated near the edge of the cliff with one leg hanging off and an arm resting on a folded knee. her armor was piled near her sleeping bag. there was a large contrast between her clothes and her arms. she almost looked casual. 

“i know you’re there.” she didn’t turn her head but epsilon stared from his place at her collar. “if you need help, it’s my day off.” her voice was empty and hoarse. she didn’t talk much these days and it was starting to show.

@afierosii // from ila // <3

[strazhisveta]

👫 blaine and fawke uwu

~ blaine insists they have hair and makeup days - she knows he wears eyeliner because they’re winging everything together - where they’re just chilling in freya’s ship and doing each makeup. BONDING IS IMPORTANT

~ she enjoys clinging to his body during their hugs because the void coolness is a unique sensation to blaine, who only has arc capabilities

~ fawke flirting makes blaine roll her eyes but she wouldn’t change him for the world, especially given how he deals with her bullshit

~ probably talk about their crushes over energy drinks like the children they are

[wonderhevrts]

“Hey, sorry! I’m gonna go. Right now.” [To Miles]

“Morning After” starters

Miles leaned up against his elbows and looked at Sterling gathering his clothes. He paused for a moment. “Well, you don’t need to leave so hastily. Unless it was really that bad?”

He sat up, the covers pooling in his lap. “I’m not asking you to stay for another round or anything. But i could make us some breakfast?”

@afierosii

[nessurin]

looks nev n ori directly in the eye

[vanguace]

@afierosii said:“ i think you’re lying.” shin uwuwu

       “ y -- you think i’m lying? why would i be lying? ”  over-exaggeration drips from his tone and movements, gesturing widely with a look of pure offence at the ( obviously not right ) accusation. the vanguard edges to stand in front of the control panel, hands dropping to sit at his hips.  “ -- everything went according to plan. area clear. job complete. absolutely flawless, as always. ”  he smiles at the other, shooting that trademark double thumbs up -- definitely not another attempt to distract him from the screen.  “ trust me, there ain’t anythin’ else behind that door. we can leave now. ”

     the screen? it’s flashing with some interesting colours and information. the shock vibrations that rocked the entire sector five minutes ago? totally unimportant. is that smoke starting to seep through the gap in the doors? no. absolutely not. stop looking at it. 

[crviis-a]

hey im bringing back my destiny multi @afierosii hehhe

[nessurina]

@afierosii said: “ i’m not even sure what to say to that. ” FAWKE @ ASTER???

       “ what, vex got y' tongue now, hawkeye? ”  she looks down at him from a high ridge, smirk on her lips to match the teasing tone.  pale eyes scan the path ahead once more, mapping out the route before dropping back to the ground. posture straightens with hands on her hips, looking to the warlock with a grin.  “ path looks clear, f’ now. ”  she starts to move past the warlock, hand roughly patting his shoulder as other draws the sidearm at her hip.  “ c’mon sweet cheeks, unless y’ really do want the vex t’ have your tongue. ”

[notpetals]

@afierosii​ said: "yer gonna leave him alone," voice is distorted by vocaliser as shin watches dredgen from behind his visor. fists clenches by his sides and posture rigid. breathing is shallow, he doesn't move. doesn't look at yor's face. can't do that. not now. not ever. "yer gonna leave him alone."

   He’d left the Annex not seconds ago and come face to face with a Guardian. Eyes alive with green hellfire stare down into the visor, curiosity coloring what features could be seen beyond his own facial covering. A brow arches upwards in face of what sounds to be a command, gaze wandering away from this stranger and towards the rogue who he had just finished conversing with. 

   Interesting. 

   “And if I do not?”

   A challenge- no. A dare, set towards the one before him. 

[notpetals]

@afierosii​ said: tevis, sitting himself in yor's lap all casual like

   A deep hum reverberates in the Dredgen’s chest, hands coming up to settle on the tops of the other’s thighs while head cants to the side. Tevis, again. There’s the hints of a thin grin pulling in the corners of Yor’s maw as he leans back into his seat fully. 

   “Look who’s back. What reason do you have, this time?”

   Fingers curl into muscle just slightly, perhaps testing the waters. Which poison did the man of Void come searching for? Sometimes it wasn’t one, a multitude combined, left them both a right mess but Yor never found it to be anything less than enjoyable. 

[notpetals]

@afierosii​ said: "yer dead," it's a simple statement. one that was true until shin laid eyes on the monster. until he felt that rolling wave of cold and rot. until shin malphur stood before dredgen yor yet again in his lifetime. he turned him to ash. he knows it. he watched it. and yet he's here. he's stood before shin and renegade freezes. "yer meant ta be dead." hands are limp by his sides as visor tilts. as shin feels his flame shrink away.

   The voice pulls his attention, one laced with familiarity not for its sound. No. That sense of knowing was simply on the behalf of the speaker and them alone. They knew him. So few people could pick him out and say that this was Dredgen Yor, not an imitation or misguided soul wielding sorrow. 

   His gaze falls to the iron at the other’s hip, shining gold among drab colors. Ah. His long time hunter had finally realized his prey was still around and kicking. Fantastic. 

   “You sound so certain.” A serpent smile sits under his mask, all teeth and grinning wild towards that lack of inferno he’d seen in their last encounter. “Perhaps it didn’t take.” 

   One single step is taken closer to Malphur, hand straying to the twisted metal at his thigh. Not yet does it curl around that impossibly cold gun but, soon, and it was a promise. Yor levels his vile green eyes unto Shin’s helmet and stares back into itself, knowing full well that the man’s own attention was nowhere else. How could it be, with a demon born through countless deaths was standing before him? 

   And by dread he was sure to follow, a hopelessness, WHERE IS YOUR LIGHT NOW?

   “Or, you did exactly what I wanted you to.”

   Played by a sleight of hand even the most knowledgeable at the time could not see, predict, even begin to guess at. He’d solved that riddle long before anyone else save the Hive. A way to live on without the frailty that came with a Ghost, a far greater cost to see when he was felled, better reason to remain on the top of it all. 

   “Like a good pawn, playing my game.”

   That was all it ever was to Yor, and all it ever would be, every death a mean to an end that of which was eternal life. A soul to go on to the infinite with only one goal: suffering. And suffering did he sew. Not only upon those that crossed him but anyone else that got in the way, innocent blood lapping at his feet on a low wave. Among all those lives were that of Shin’s family twice over. They too had been little more than pieces on the board, dispensable.

   Fingers finally close around Thorn, the beginning, and the end of it all. 

[notpetals]

@afierosii​ said:

tevis hurls a brick at yor's head. pay attention to him.

yor doesn’t even flinch, as if the brick didn’t exist. you’ll have to try harder, tevis. 

[notpetals]

@afierosii asked for this

   Jaren has been dead for nearly a week now, cold corpse in the dirt after a showdown that he could not have ever hoped to win. Perhaps he had not wanted to win. Maybe the gunslinger was tired of all the chasing, the futility of trying to kill a shadow, living under the harsh weight of failure that had been keeping all those lost souls safe. Good. It only meant Yor was serving his vile purpose to the Bones and their means.

   Though, he has also finally earned the ire of the kid. One and the same he remembers casting a smile down to this Light, so very bright even among the raging inferno. How long was it going to take for him to find the spark? How many more years were they going to come across one another until he got bored of waiting, or until Shin did something? 

   Not even that long, apparently, but there is no Light to diminish his shadow. Nothing but flesh and bone with a frustrated swing towards the Dredgen, who does little more than let it happen. It connects and earns a harsh laugh, hand coming up to grab at his upper arm, and he uses the momentum to then throw the kid down into the dirt. 

   “You’re getting very bold.”

[notpetals]

@afierosii​ said: shin vc put that thing back where it came from or so help me

“What’re you gonna do, shoot me? We both know how well that works.”