#animasend

[exousiate]

searching around the beach had been an exercise in patience, he had tried to maintain a calm head but the longer his eyes turned around and did not find her, the more he had begun to hear the whisper to turn back and wait for her — it would be the rational choice. however, if he did that, it would make him no different from the past.

over the years, he had learned what it was like to expect nothing, whether it brought satisfaction or simple disgust. this was the way of the world, and he had nothing if eons but to watch over everything. closing his eyes could never stop the horrors from behind the curtain, but Marie. Marie had always worn her heart on her sleeve, and learning to read her cues had made him understand more than anything this: she did not want to be alone.

how could he live with himself if he did not look for her?

relief is a privilege he rarely allows himself, but as the seasons have changed, he finds the air inside his lungs being punched out of him. it is not that kind, it could never be kind; instead it is visceral and raw and familiar, and he does not fight it. he feels his mouth open, and ridiculous as it for someone that has no need for it, he takes a deep breath. he had been worried when he had arrived at their home, concern turning into fear when her absence told him nothing.

“Marie.” her name is the only sound that leaves him, eyes wide in palpable relief, as his tongue stays tied in knots. he does not want to ask how long it has been since she saw him; she has always been strong, and people could confuse that with coldness. that could not be any further from the truth, she was more than anything that what she showed to the world. “... Were you waiting here?”

@animasend

[grandlance]

He remembers a dreamlike place, a battle that he could no longer name. He remembers that he is facing a Beast, but at the same time ... she was someone else, once, too. Quirinus could at the very least relate to that.

Wasn't he also something that came to be- made out of others, forced to knit himself together in soul ⎛ sometimes, his body did not feel like his own- because it wasn't. Not really. He thinks of lightning storms and how he had changed. He wonders if he died then, or later. ⎠

❝ Beast of the End ... ❞

No, that wasn't it, was it? She wasn't simply a Beast. Once upon a time, she was a young woman with hopes and dreams. Hadn't she been chasing that story of hope, too? ❝ I would hope, though, to call you another name. ❞

⎛ Who am I now? he thinks, without my light, I am no longer Supreme Deity. I do not exist at the beginnings and ends. This body does not remember how it felt to be struck by lightning. When did it become this difficult to recall something like that? Or has it always been that way? When will I be the boy who ran with wolves once more? Or is that lost to me forever? ⎠

❝ I hold no ill will toward you- even if it is the task of the Grand Servants to battle Beasts. Will you offer me your name? ❞ What he means is: I cannot wrap this place in my light, for it has burned out. What he wishes to say is: I have only a human heart left where my divine core once was, and I am vulnerable. What he hopes is that kindness was not something misplaced.

❲ @animasend ❳

[empyreanlight]

KAVEH HAS BEEN IN HER SHOES BEFORE. loss was never a linear thing, whether it be through one's death or, in this case, departure. and as empathetic as he is, he could hardly just look away with little care for it all, especially when she was someone he's gotten to know through someone who cherishes her and the missing individual. at the very least, his own experiences with himself in such states was coming in handy, even if it feels like peering into an uncomfortable mirror...

❝ Could you at least look at some of the prototype designs before rejecting them? ❞ arms cross over his chest as he talks, sitting now in front of mehrak who has one of those very blueprints showing for her. he had hoped showing some progress on this little project would help cheer her up, and yet... ❝ You're technically a client, but I'm doing this all of my own volition, too. I can't consider your wishes if you don't tell me them, right? ❞

@animasend

[bakerstreetdetective]

@animasend

He wants it to last.

"Oh nono. You don't get to die. I'm gonna keep coming back for you every hour Sherlock. Your pain and misery will not end here."

Bad news: Despite Holmes knowing the future. A VERSION OF Traum still happen.

Good...news? Ruler Moriarty dragged though the portal by Holmes in a last desprate gambit for his friends.

Now laying down face first in a ditch and losing despite all of his powers back. Holmes weakly typed on his phone to sent a message. He did had the urge to do the recent meme he saw online. But ever the gentleman. Holmes bite his tongue.

to: my employer

by: Local Detective

[txt] so.

[txt] how much is it gonna cost for you to save your lackey?

[txt] One of the alien god servants have came by the way

[txt] the very young white hair one with the ego.

[inheirit]

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Well, of course I own an air fryer.⠀ ❜ ⠀⠀RIN ⠀oozes misplaced confidence as she approaches the infernal machine — a machine she frankly never touches at home, and for good reason. It's easy enough to slide the basket open, and the freshly-sliced vegetables fit in nicely. They've already been seasoned and coated in oil, so all that should be left is to... turn it on...

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀... Hmmn.⠀ ❜ ⠀This looks nearly identical to the appliance she has at home, and yet she feels sort of... stumped. There's several different buttons and controls on the top, and she's leaning forward with her hands on her hips — squinting like some old lady that forgot her glasses were on her head. Is this in Celsius or Fahrenheit ? What do all these pictures of different foods mean ? Who the hell would cook a whole slab of steak in this thing ?!

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀What does it need so many damn buttons for ??⠀ ❜ ⠀Rin's begun to mutter and grumble to herself, pressing things mostly at random — dial up the roasting setting here, fiddle with the fan there... She should probably turn the temperature way up just to be safe— why does it keep beeping in protest ?! … Oh, right — she should close the drawer first.

⠀⠀⠀With a rather aggressive shove, the basket slams back into place(?) with an ominous groan. She wipes her hands back and forth against each other as if she's done a tremendous job worth praising.   ⠀❛ ⠀Ha ! Stubborn old thing... There— now we just wait. For, uh... twenty minutes should do it.⠀ ❜ ⠀

⤷ @animasend .

[isolaradiale]

before i forget again!! due to olga's canon point, i'd like to ask that she be listed under u-olga marie on the masterlist!

Her name will be updated for you!

– ⋆ mimosa.

[sanctummilitis]

animasend: Replied to your post “fucking Beasts”

maybe stop picking fights with them :////

something-something-fight for humanity

[kleinstar]

@animasend

It sure was nice to be your own boss - you could just take off in the middle of a quiet day for a break in your local beach. An hour or two would be fine - you could make up for it with some design work or arriving earlier on the other days.

Moonbeach is as usual - beautiful in it's strange colours and the crumbly sand gentle under his feet. Decked out on beachwear Eiden makes his way at a good shaded spot where he lays his basket with all the necessities. Just as he's done setting everything up Eiden realizes something.

He slaps his hand on his forehead, dragging down for a bit.

" ....no way I'm going to head back to get that now! "

He sighs then glancing towards the house he spotted earlier. Guess all he can hope is that the owner is friendly. After gathering everything up he heads over.

Feet slowing to a stop at the entrance Eiden rises his voice at the front:

" Err... excuse me? " he starts, then slightly lowering his voice, " anyone here...? "

[daxned]

@animasend

'if you'd rather I keep this to myself then I will." She didn't have any reasons really to go around blurting about some stranger being spotted at the ruins of Mistwood. Dam-bi lived around this area and while it wasn't the safest, she found mistwood to be a welcoming place. Maybe it was the same for this person?

[descensionstar]

@animasend

without a care left, allowing the current to take her wherever it may seemed as good as anything else. down streams through golden, she passed, invisible to the eyes of those roaming the land, sometimes surfacing just for the cool of fresh air before disappearing beneath the surface. when her eyes closed and all senses closed off, it might take her to territory unknown by the shape of Spirale — she might simply wait and see. in isolated darkness, only the unspoken grievance that she felt tired circulated, wishing for sleep. for this nightmare to end.

by the time her eyes begrudgingly opened, the landscape above had changed, and Paimon found herself within a separate area — in fact, she'd crossed the border between kingdoms. ultimately, it was all the same. the Siren pulled herself towards the bank, folding her arms upon which her chin rested. a lazy surveillance of the land that would be interrupted by a voice somewhat familiar. eyes of extinguished stars turned over her shoulder to see the woman, someone unknown and dangerous... yet none of that instinctive surprise jumped.

✦if you're looking for her, you're out of luck. or maybe you're here to finish off the job.✦

[castilium]

"You are not supposed to be the Chaldean traitor!"

" She's lying, by the way. Her entire color is off."

[exousiate]

it is familiar in a sense, not overly so, but it is distracting him from the festivities. his attention is momentarily gone from the music, the buzz, the beverages, and instead it falls on a trap that he should’ve seen coming.

he keeps staring. Marie is still distracted.

blinking, he tilts his head and it happens without warning. fingers slowly slide down to the fluff, careful to not yank it off and then, his face changes. it is not that intense but slightly in the manner how his hand plays with the bunny tail, almost too focused. another day, he would pretend to keep everything to himself but — that rational part is far too gone, replaced with an innocent stare as his other hand joins in the endeavors.

@animasend

[bakerstreetdetective]

@animasend

There just a card on her front door. It's just coffee and ....a back massager for the hard to reach places

From: You know who

To: Olga

Happy Xmas. I know we never gotten along but i got some extra dust for the holidays and feel like being nice for a little bit. For the hard to reach places.

Do try to not shot Santa out the sky on a whim. We know you can. It just make the children unhappy.

[inheirit]

it is without much ceremony or grace that olga marie approaches the one who she considers her closest friend. after being informed of crucial missing information from the one who always had rin doused in a gentle pink whenever they exchanged glances, she left in a hurry from the cafe. gone for only a handful of minutes, she had returned with a large shopping bag in hand, waiting until the mage was alone. after all, this was only for her and nobody else.

" Here." is all that is said as olga marie hands over the bag to the other. inside, rin would find a good sized mahogany box, engraved with carvings of flowers and vines along the edge. upon opening the box, she would find the velvet lined container filled with numerous jewels. all of the highest quality olga could find, ranging in size but still being small enough to carry on one's person, their colors vibrant against the muted tones of the box. " I remembered that you use jewels for your magecraft and given the limitations you still face, I decided to take matters into my own hands." they were just jewels, nothing truly special about them beyond being the finest within the city, and maybe it wasn't the greatest of gifts for one to receive on their birthday, but olga didn't mind too much. she was still learning, still growing, and still remembering and although birthdays themselves aren't something she has experienced….it was no excuse not to do anything for the ones she cared for.

"If you ever need more, don't hesitate to ask." here, she pauses, falling into something of an unsure silence. if rin looked closely, she might find a slight dusting of pink on her cheeks as she fidgets like she used to. " And….happy birthday."

⠀⠀⠀WHEN ⠀she first received the box, she spent a few moments just admiring the outside. Truthfully, the delicate carvings sort of reminded her of her old furniture back in Fuyuki; it was an unexpected dose of nostalgia on a day she generally kept as un-noteworthy as possible. Nothing at all could've prepared Rin for what she'd find when she actually opened it.

⠀⠀⠀At first, she just stared blankly. In the precious seconds it took to process what she was seeing, watching them glitter in the ambient café lighting as she gently tilted the box back and forth, she was subconsciously making some sputtering noises that weren't exactly flattering. Jewels — that word alone almost didn't feel appropriate. These were... indisputably, utterly perfect for gem magecraft. Compact enough to fit in any number of pockets or conceal in her palm; of high enough quality to pour plenty of her mana into, and build it up over a whole lifetime if she wanted ( though she doubted this island would give her the luxury before needing to use it ); some of them weren't even cut all that extensively, either, which was a further testament to their close proximity to the earth. Each one was easily worth more than her house. The competitive woman in her is flabbergasted, and a little irked, that Olga managed to procure all of these on such notice without scrounging or hunting for a merchant's error in pricing. A larger part of her was in dismay, knowing she could never pay Olga back for a gift like this; her gratitude alone was far too priceless.

⠀⠀⠀As she searches for something to say, anything to say, she notices something profound. To anyone else, it probably wouldn't be that notable beyond its cuteness. But to her, who subconsciously finds herself looking for a glimpse of something that isn't always easy to find... That small fidget, that gentle flushed complexion, is almost worth more than the box in her hand. Her reservations melt away in an instant, and contentment mingles with triumph in her own smile instead.

⠀⠀⠀❛ ⠀Thank you, Olga... from the bottom of my heart — I really mean that. You've thrown a pretty massive gauntlet at my feet, you know. Don't expect me to hold back the next time you have something to celebrate.⠀ ❜ ⠀

[feranmut]

MAYBE IT WAS BETTER IF OLGA HADN'T. the moment the words leave her lips is all it takes for the fragmented sui to act. no, no, no 一 she was not dealing with this, how the emotions already swirling in her mind are overwhelmingly potent, shifting just as swiftly to a bubbling ire. ❝ Tse-chi! ❞ and before long, there's a subtle flash, as if it were lightning, before the woman before her no longer stands before her... taken far away into another painted realm out of the few other paintings that had remained without those pointed colors.

fingers grip the canvas tight, staring down at it. one breath in, one breath out. slowly she tries to regain her composure, the twitch of her tail a sign of her agitation as she finally grabs the last of her paintings.

❝ Tsk. Annoying little punk... ❞ no more words leave her as she chooses silence instead, tucking the paintings away to hide them from the drizzle as she now elects to leave this area and head home, lest she face the echoes of that woman's words yet again, something she would have to do no matter where she attempts to run at this rate...

it was a slow sort of recognition. she watches that green shift, new hues that matched those upon the paper flowing into the waves as the person olga mentioned swims through her thoughts. for a moment, she wonders if such.....softness is a universal sort of thing. there were many times she saw the same motion when goetia caught her staring and all he did was give her that crooked little smile that often had her looking away in sudden embarrassment.

there's one word for this: love. or, at the very least, the budding of it. a bit shaky and unsure, held back by the denial that is as loud as everything else, but it's there.

she doesn't try to fight back as the painting is snatched from her grip, nor try to stop dusk from turning every single one of them into tiny mismatched pieces. and at first, she only stares as that denial makes its way in the form of two words.

a terse sigh. are all beings like this....? " You're blushing. And the only reason you're blushing is because you understood what I meant. These colors? They belong to someone you love. It's nothing to be ashamed about. "

[isolaradiale]

i'd like to extend my hiatuses for lancer (artoria pendragon), caster (queen of sheba), sakura matou -- all from fate-- and my original character hel, please!

Extended for you!

--Mod Lyra