#andyouthoughtdirtwasold

[broadswordandpistol]

"Tried to disconnect the timer from the long skinny thing. I'm guessing that's the payload, but it's only a guess, and probably a bad one. I know how engines work, but bombs ain't my specialty."

Alvin frowned, biting his lip. "Beats me how disconnecting a couple of wires would jack the timer forward but not off. Deliberate trap? Who designed this thing?"

“Wonderful! Five minutes, fantastic!” 

Sarcastic commentary and hand motions purely for the benefit of his companion aside, Yuan frowned, bringing his fingertips to his forehead as he created a mental image of the contraption Alvin described.

“Right,” he replied, giving a slight nod mostly to himself. “And what did it look like before you ‘disarmed’ it? What did you do?”

Disarming a bomb without visuals was hardly the ideal situation but he had put himself in it. He’d faced worse odds...

[angelus-project]

A small robot shaped like a bug flies in your direction, a box gripped its metallic buggy feet. It drops the box at your feet, buzzes around your face for good measure, then buzzes off as all good houseguests do, once it's outstayed its welcome.

The box is wrapped in green wrapping paper and held together with red ribbon. Inside, there is... a single teabag.

A housewarming gift.

There’s an undignified yelp as the metallic bug flies at Anna, her instincts causing her to lurch back to try and avoid it. Not like it’s very productive – it doesn’t really seem to care as it drops the package, wasting no time before buzzing back wherever it came from.

A few beats pass as she stares at the box, before she bends down to open up the contents. The smart person would be more apprehensive, but Anna’s curiosity far outweighs whatever risk there is when opening an unmarked package. Not like there’s much to it, especially when she gets it open to reveal... a single teabag.

...

...

...

...

Sure, ok.

“Is this... some kind of a threat or something?” She visibly deflates, as she checks the teabag and flips it over a dozen or so times, waiting for some kind of secret message to appear.

That was kind of anti-climactic.

[lucius-of-cornwell]

Mama.

What kind of meme is that!?

@andyouthoughtdirtwasold​

[mithosofcruxis]

Yuan wasn't chucking the lighting, so he was safe. Well, as safe as he could be with the grump. Mithos watched the slightest bit of interest knit Yuan's eyebrows towards each other and knew returning the gadget had been the right choice. Mithos puffed his chest just a smidge.

He was growing. See, Sis? He was doing it!

"Yeah, yeah," He agreed with a sigh, "When I figure out what they were doing I'll make sure to take over their jobs."

Mithos had found one bumping repeatedly into the trash bin. The other two had been circling each other, almost as if they were fighting - but after a few minutes of watching he realized they seemed to think the other was an obstruction and were trying to pass each other. There was one that had actually been cleaning the windows, but had been doing it with water that didn't seem to have been changed, so they were just making them dirtier.

He was sure he could handle the raybit jobs just fine.

"Anyway, pack your bags! Tomorrow we (but mostly me) go..." He paused for dramatic effect, "SIGHTSEEING!"

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@andyouthoughtdirtwasold

Yuan had always been good at seeing through him. It didn't matter if his eyesight was gone or not. It just came with how long they'd known each other. How much they'd talked and interacted. And how much they hid from each other, often to little affect.

"If you come, I'll give you a whole day," He said with an audible chuckle. It was a little nervous and usually only came when he felt uncomfortable with something, "I'll even give you back all of the contraptions you're working on."

Mithos had been prepared to use them as leverage to make him go if he'd said no. But since Yuan was being so generous, he supposed he could be honest.

[mask-of-the-renegade-seraph]

@andyouthoughtdirtwasold

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Botta raised an eyebrow. Yuan sounded like he had come to some idea of his own. The cat creature gave a low “mrrrrrow” before delivering a substantial headbutt to Botta’s shoulder, prompting him to absentmindedly scratch its ears.

“Well….I mean... it needs time to heal and….Yes.”

[lightning-of-kharlan]

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@leavemealone, if you keep setting up lawn traps then Alvinand I will keep dodging them. It’s been twenty years, you think we’ll stop now?

[pikohan]

@andyouthoughtdirtwasold

During his time traveling with the other swordian masters, Leon had delved in to many ‘dungeons’. Castles, caverns, even a war ship- each one came with its own mechanisms and tricks to deter the group from reaching their destination. While most of the difficulty had been in reigning in the idiots that had made his charge, some of the puzzles and traps had certainly competed. Here on his own now, one would think these things would be easier, but no.

This place easily had the worst dungeon mechanics of his life, and the last one before his death had killed him.

He scowls as he pulls another leaf out of his hair, quickening his pace through this damned woodland. Of course just as he had finally made some progress towards that giant tree he had sprung a net trap, of all things. The mechanism was familiar enough in his line of work, so he had escaped it easily- it was tripping it in the first place that he would have preferred to avoid. At least since then, he’s been careful to avoid any other traps he might come across, but the amount of close calls were a damage to his pride.

He never realized how much he had come to rely on Chaltier as a second pair of eyes.

His hand moves to the sheathed sword at his side, resting on the hilt not for the first time that hour. He had a reason for journeying through places like this, annoying as they may be, and when someone clearly wants to keep him out this much, well.. he is rather curious what he will find.

A strange, unnatural mist has settled in the further he has progressed, and he would likely find it more unsettling if he weren't already so annoyed with it for shrouding the path forward. A tree that large should be an easy landmark to follow, if only he could still see it.

He stops abruptly as something on the ground catches his eye. It was not a path as he had been watching for, but instead what looked to be burn marks, or.. no, scorch marks from lightning? There are footprints among them, and now isn't that promising?

The structure they lead him to is aged, but the remains remind him of the lens-powered contraptions in his homeland, and the lightning damage was too great not to be deliberate. And powerful, at that. Even Philia's lightning attacks from wielding Clemente didn't leave this much destruction after a battle.

It was as good a place as any to begin investigating.

[spiritedidealist]

Let’s Try to Get Organized (Key word here is: try)

My drafts folder is about as messy as I imagine Lloyd’s cabin to be (you know, the one I headcanon he stays in after splitting from the group and going off and doing his own thing of looking for Exspheres even though he did accept help from at least one member of the group...shhh this is why he’s never around on here, it’s totally not just the mun’s fault).  If you’re wondering what the heck I’m referring to because it’s been ages since I answered any of my drafts, here’s a link to the stuff that I’ve been able to add to the tracker. If you want to drop anything, feel free to tell me! We can start afresh if your muse has made significant development since our current thread or if you’re busy, we can always start a new thread later. Whatever you like! This got insanely long, so under a read more this goes! I’m sorry for being so irresponsible. D:

@aethear Hair Ruffle (Meme) Affectionate/Nice Gestures (Meme) Send me your url for my personal opinion (Meme) Send a heart for something positive @andyouthoughtdirtwasold A Present from Yuan? (Meme) Send a heart for something positive

@annaixving A time skip/continuation of I Thought You Were Dead which I got most of done but haven’t posted yet??? sorry mom don’t ground me plz @broadswordandpistol (Meme) Mini Scenario @daughter-of-angels Colette’s Christmas Present which I really need to reply to even though it’s already summer haha.. @eccentricpursuer The Ghost Made Me Do It @everlastingcompanion Starter that I haven’t replied to like a jerk @fabricatedangel Of Course We’re Friends Presents For You (Meme) Mini Scenario @forceseal (Meme) Headcanon for Our Muses @forsylvarant Our Strengths and Weaknesses Cooking with Colette @frozenheartedvalkyrie How to Make a Bad First Impression @guardianofmana Accidentally Provoking Yuan Again Pay No Attention to the Thing in My Pocket (Meme) Headcanon for Our Muses @guardianxredeyes Troublemaking Rata (Meme) Send me your url for my personal opinion @halvcs Another Starter that I haven’t replied to, what’s wrong with you Lloyd? isn’t Genis your best friend? @iniquitousideals A Confrontational Revival @lightning-of-kharlan Yuan’s Nightmare (Meme) Send me your url for my personal opinion (Meme) Leave an object (Meme) Headcanon for Our Muses (Meme) Send a heart for something positive @mithosofcruxis Conflicting Ideals (Meme) Mun’s Opinions in a Handwritten Letter @ninthcompanion (Meme) Character Thoughts (Meme) Gentle Gestures (Meme) Mini Scenario (Meme) Pokemon Go Starters @piuslux (Meme) Headcanon for Our Muses @radiantdescender Let Me Tell You About My Dad Dirk @runningfromdesians Encounter in Luin @sunset-wings Swimming with Little Zelos (Meme) Character Thoughts (Meme) Affectionate/Nice Gestures (Meme) Regret @thisominousblog Nobody’s Perfect @yuukohan  Digimon/ToS Starter to be replied to someday...

[meltokioknight-blog]

UPDATE 2.0

Okay, so I am totally planning to come back here. Not sure about my other blogs at the moment, because so far I really only have the muse for Kratos again. Or at least, I really want to have his muse back.

So, in order to come back, I am clearing my drafts. Some things were deleted automatically because they were old and I didn’t want to continue them at all. However, I am going to list the other items and tag people. So if you guys want to continue what we were doing, let me know and I’ll work on it. I won’t be reblogging/replying to any memes or asks until I get them done, since they’ve been in drafts for many months now.

The List: (Note: these are not listed in order.)

What do-?! (everyone lives au) | storming a base | i gave you that scar | We Meet Again | Losing Control | Seeking Celsius | Evolving Exspheres | scar reaction meme (Kratos freaking out) | not fighting that - are all owed to @lightning-of-kharlan (that’s nine threads, holy shit!)

What is this World? - owed to @elysalark (noticed it shortly after getting back)

Stop the War | Training Mithos - owed to @mithosofcruxis

one thread owed to @promisesandcontradiction

one thread owed to @aethear

sparring with Lloyd - owed to @gentleidealist

one thread owed to @andyouthoughtdirtwasold

one thread and ask owed to @talesmusings

Angels in the Abyss - owed to @phoenixofgardios

one starter owed to @spiritedidealist (it was that AU thing we discussed way back, where Kratos raises Lloyd)

[gentleidealist]

"It's three hundred and seventy-eight years after the rejoining.

"Oh, wait, no, it's four hundred and six. I think." Apparently even an extended or immortal lifespan had not assisted Lloyd with mastering mathematics. "It's hard to keep track, and I never remember to look at a newspaper."

He shuffled back a bit, so that Yaun had space to maneuver and could figure out where he was by sound. "I came by last week and you were asleep then too. No one in town had seen you, so I thought I'd better make sure you were okay."

[gentleidealist] "Yuan? ... oh, thank goodness. I thought you'd never wake up."

[ @gentleidealist ]

Waking up was never easy, disorientating at the best of times. Yaun sat up with a sudden jolt to the accompaniment of cracking bones, narrowly avoiding, from the sudden sharp intake of air and movement of a breeze around his face, headbutting someone or something.

He slumped to the side, squinting in the general direction of the disturbance. It was automatic, his body's attempt to focus before his mind caught up.

Waking up was never easy, disorientating at the best of times, but it was especially disorentating when you couldn't see and time didn't touch you

"What year is it?" he grumbled in a gravelly voice. He was only half joking.

[mithosofcruxis]

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@andyouthoughtdirtwasold

The smell of the plasma from the lightning was getting to him at this point. As a small resistance he kicked up a wind spell, blowing away the ashes, the smell, and the evidence.

Though Yuan didn't look anywhere, Mithos could see him mentally scanning the area and the situation. It was nice to know that Yuan was just as bothered by it as he was.

"What do you think they'd be after? Magitech is a dime a dozen now, so they shouldn't be after your work."

[angelus-project]

@andyouthoughtdirtwasold​ (from here)

“When you deserve it, mostly.” Which was most of the time, honestly, but he didn’t need to know that. As much as she loved dunking on Yuan at any opportunity she got, the periodic fighting was getting old, so... she might as well give being civil the old college try.

[lucius-of-cornwell]

❝We’re going to the pharmacy and then we’re going home.❞

Lucius didn’t answer at once. It took a moment for the words to reach his ears through the stuffiness inside them. When his cold-addled brain finally processed them, it took a moment for him to muster the courage to answer. His throat felt like he had swallowed glass, and chased it with whiskey.

“Okay,” he said, so softly he wasn’t sure someone with less-acute hearing than Yuan would’ve caught it.

He was, of course, concerned about the ancient mage getting sick. But a this point, he was miserable. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to conserve just a little more warmth.

[sunset-wings]

❛❛ What do you mean, Santa isn’t real? ❜❜

Zelos gave the old man a deadpan stare, certain that even if he couldn’t see it, he could sense it. “You’re kidding, right?” As old as he was, as long as he’d been around, there was no reason for Yuan to believe in a concept like Santa.

“If there is a Santa, he’s probably nobility, because he certainly plays favorites and isn’t above a little racism.” And classism. Children did not receive equal gifts on the holidays, no matter how ‘good’ they had been. They received what their families could afford.

“Besides, I’ve never received coal, and isn’t that a staple for ‘naughty’ types? I hardly qualify as nice.”

[lightning-of-kharlan]

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[daughter-of-angels]

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45. My muse responds to your muse dressing up as Santa

The lawn traps around the old man’s house were somewhat legendary among the neighborhood children, but Lloyd and Mirei had figured out a path through them. Colette followed as best she could, but she still managed to set one or two off, generally followed by a loud yelp from her and a reassurance from one of her friends. Even Owen was managing better than she was, but she blamed her natural clumsiness. Sometimes it worked in her favor, but usually she was breaking things. In the case of lawn traps, breaking things might technically be working in her favor, but the traps would need repair before they could be used again.

“Well, if he didn’t know we were here before, he certainly does now,” Mirei laughed, helping Colette out of a snowbank and dusting her off. She opened the door to let herself in and the others trouped in after her.  “Uncle Yaun, it’s Christmas!” Mirei called out. “We brought cookies!” 

“Are you sure it’s ok that we came too?’ Colette asked, trailing after Lloyd and the Ka-Fai-Yggdrasill siblings. Mirei gave her a mischievous look and an affirming nod. Colette smiled, remembering why she and Lloyd had been invited in the first place. They were spreading holiday cheer, but Mirei also told them she’d brought her Uncle a Santa outfit and convinced him to wear it, though she hadn’t told him what it was.

“Merry Christmas!” the four of them chimed together as Yaun finally appeared in the doorway. Colette quietly thought that perhaps Santa’s hair was not that long, but otherwise the outfit seemed to fit well. He didn’t have a beard of course, but she couldn’t even imagine him with one.

“Um, sorry I broke your yard. Again” Colette added quietly.