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viladlind · 27 days ago
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there's a trail of flowers leading them someplace else.
   fiyero's holding a small cup of mulled wine in one hand, a bowl of fried vegetables in the other. it's a bit of a balancing act, but it gives her the benefit of staring at her hands rather than the man next to her. their mental bond may not connect them anymore, the mist dissipated, but she can feel the anxiety practically radiating off balduran. he was ... clumsy, in his request to meet like this.
   it makes him a bit more human, she thinks.
   it was a bit easier on the star trail, hunting down something to eat and drink. but the further the flowers go, the quieter the air around them grows. eventually, she spots a bench, tucked between a few bushes. they can see the cliff from there, can't they? she stands in place without saying anything for a moment, listens.
   the noise of the star trail is still there, just very distant. and they can see the cliff, far away. and the starry sky. and the air is cold, but the food and drink in her hands is warm.
   ' guardian. ' fiyero looks up at balduran, illuminated by moonlight. nudging her head in the direction of the bench, she poses a soft question. ' let's sit here? it's quiet. plenty of space for words. '
@astrallithid
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hollowfaith · 1 month ago
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「✦」 "I thought we had enough of each other the last time we met," Aurelius remarks.
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"Your 'thrill of the unknown' and my desire to know all factors—they're incompatible, aren't they?"
His interaction with Balduran had been very brief, but they'd impressed enough of their personalities on the other during the talk. The angel doesn't bother smiling this time—he's quite tired of this city now, and most of the people in it. He narrows his eyes as a new possibility comes to light.
"I'm not taking any patients at the moment," Aurelius explains, tone turning sharp. "I don't intend to for a while, if that's what you were looking for."
@astrallithid ໒꒱
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occultacarne · 3 months ago
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He's glad he gets to have the pleasure of watching the sun rise as it does not harm him. Though he was a creature of the night, even someone like him can appreciate the beauty that the day brings. It was thrilling to take the life of someone when the sun was up.
Speaking of which,
The body he holds in his hand is released, slumped onto the sand of the beach he stands on. "Such a shame. He had said he'd watch the sunrise with me."
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allswell · 4 months ago
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@astrallithid
Whatever the sands of Golden Ward's beaches promised, it probably wasn't a man who appeared out of thin air to kick his shoes off in the sand, then turned to run towards the cliffs bordering the sea.
But even Cecil has to pause when he sees someone else hogging his pre-selected rock-outcropping for this Very Important Task.
❛ Well, this is a bother. ❜
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❛ Now that you've found out where I'm burying my treasure...I have no choice but to silence you. ❜
The fingers holding up the hem of his jacket relaxes, spilling a flood of gold coins onto the sand as Cecil crosses his arms authoritatively.
❛ Choose quickly: your life or your purse? Hm? ❜
Wait, did the other even have moneybags on him?
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railheist · 2 months ago
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I’M GOING GHOST… INTERACTING!
"Shoot, these woods seem to go on forever... You remember which way we came in?" she asks the man wandering with her. The Forest of Airaisal had always been difficult to traverse, and the cold, frigid air wasn't helping matters, either.
It isn't long before the two come across a clearing somewhere deep in the woods. What's in there gives Maria a fright, or rather, who's in there.
It's a dang ghost!
The ghostly apparition floats inches off the ground. It's not a vision of her grandma or anyone else who's passed on, but of herself from many years ago. She's a young woman with blue hair and a pair of overalls.
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The older Maria stares at herself. "I —" She starts to sputter out.
"Shh! Hold that thought!" The younger Maria holds up a hand to shush her counterpart. She looks around the clearing, then lets out a huff. With her hands on her hips, she's clearly annoyed.
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"I'm supposed to babysitting some kid... Either of you seen him around?" she asks.
The black-hatted Maria sure hasn't seen him. She turns to her partner to see if he has.
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wldrose · 2 months ago
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"I can't believe you haven't been here yet. This place is one of the best places to get clothes, you know?" Half of her wardrobe was from New Threads and BOY, she loved spending her money here.
"They opened recently and I've been coming in ever since."
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innerbeast · 18 days ago
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🛍️!
Send me a 🛍️and I'll share an outfit from my character's closet.
loose, comfy, good for dancing.
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atomsurvived · 3 months ago
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@astrallithid
He missed Boston. To be more exact, he missed Boston the way it was before the bombs. It was tough, to navigate the war-torn streets, thanks in no small part to the rubble and debris left behind in the nuclear fallout. And over two centuries later, it's still trying to pick up the pieces of what's left behind, entire sections claimed by Super Mutants, raiders, and other such things that makes the city of Boston nothing like what he grew up with ( but he's no stranger to being the outsider, so used to being called both the savior and the terrorist by its people ).
Dogmeat sniffed ahead of him as he made his way back to his townhouse, nose to the ground and tail in the air like an antenna. His coat is dirty from rolling around in the green grass earlier, and Nate made a mental note to give him a bath later ( and one for himself, because who knew how long ago it's been since he's had a normal shower? ). Nate had busied himself with his newfound phone, scrolling through the deceptively magnetic force of its content, when Dogmeat started barking at Balduran.
"Don't mind him. He's just an excitable dog," Nate explained, still glued to his phone, not really minding where he was going.
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nobully · 4 months ago
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@astrallithid
"Me? I'm just here for the snack table."
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"...although they say you can take home anything you make if you pay a small fee for the materials."
It's Art Therapy Day at Sanctuc Clinic and Wang Yi's rolled up his sleeves at the clay modeling table, sticking together globs of the stuff for fun. He's never studied art before, but he thinks there's a science to it—like math, angles and curves and all that shit—so he figures he'd give it a go. Also, squishing clay just feels nice.
He holds up the sculpture he's made so far (is it a misshapen starfish? an ancient model of Venus??) for the guy's inspection.
"What do you think? Enough to wow a girl, maybe?"
He figures if he paints it purple later, Nicolette will still be pretty impressed.
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cerebralbleu · 25 days ago
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☕ ⎛ i'll have you know it's also canon mind flayers smell like vanilla and spices or garlics and it's serotonin inducing for me in particular ⎠
Muse Beverages. // @astrallithid
Jasmine, Mugwort & Spiced Vanilla
The steeping process brings forth the incredibly aromatic nature of this combination, filling the room with a pleasant, earthy sweetness that caught Legato's attention. It's served to him in a simple tea cup, allowing the vibrant green of the drink to stand out against white porcelain. One inhale of the steam rising and curling upwards is all he needs to feel a pull-- blowing on it once, twice, three times, before taking a sip.
Supposedly, mugwort opens the mind's eye, making the consumer more receptive to entities of a higher power. If that was the case, Legato would be fascinated--
But he appears to be enjoying the flavor of the vanilla bean more than anything else. Simple delights for a man that had only even known the most subtle, meek of joys. It makes him feel comfortable.
Yet it also invokes a sensation of sorrow, and longing.
Whoever this drink was meant for, must have felt a great deal of burden when imbuing themselves into the leaves. It is then that Legato realizes that something is missing, something that would bring this entire flavor profile together.
But there is no indication of what that may be. Perhaps it has been lost while steeping.
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viladlind · 2 months ago
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   it's not the first time that fiyero considers his guardian's thoughts being out of reach. his mind must be busy, too, right? it would seem only fair, back when he visited his dreams, that roaming in fiyero's mind would allow the tiefling to roam in turn. a bond that gives alongside its taking. that wasn't how it worked.
   his guardian turned over every corner in fiyero's mind. he took, and fiyero couldn't complain because his life was in his hands. the idea of turning into a mindflayer had always horrified him more, outweighed the discomfort of having somebody else in his mind.
   and now that connection is severed, and he feels close, still. all that knowledge can't be taken away from him. he knows the way fiyero's innermost thoughts work, he knows about his past on dovesong.
   he knows how fiyero moves before his limbs can react to the signals sent from his brain. down to the bones, his guardian knows.
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   he looks down at the hands in his.
   ' surely, that's not all of it. you felt fleeting, not just the dream you made up for me. ' he wants to say he still feels fleeting. he does. perhaps even moreso now that he no longer sits in fiyero's mind. but he also feels ... quite normal. a simplicity in being two people sitting across each other, hands slotted together, each mind its own.
   why is he so frustrated about the lack of it? perhaps because he still isn't getting any clear answers from his guardian.
   ' ... you're warmer. ' the hug they shared feels distant. they shared it in a dream, after all. ' i'm glad to hear i was warm even in my dreams. it'd have made an awfully depressing embrace, otherwise. ' fiyero falters for a moment, recalls the way his guardian thanked him for a gesture nobody's granted him in a long time. that doesn't feel distant, the affecionate gratitude.
   curiosity pushes him to ask.
   ' when was the last time somebody touched you like this? you mentioned before ... that it was a while. how long a while? '
@astrallithid / ctd
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deathleads · 27 days ago
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doth thou tempt the witch, @astrallithid ?
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" Speak plain, then, " she speaks calmly, in the midst of skinning the flesh of their caught rabbit, growing tired of the endless 'what-ifs' of their journey through the shadowlands. " As I've said, we were lucky to find a healthy animal here. We ought to do more hunting to gauge their living area. I may be capable of returning such creatures back from the dead, but I doubt they would satisfy our palettes much. "
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hollowfaith · 1 month ago
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✎ but take this one, :)
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Send me a ��� and I will attempt to draw your icon.
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i’ll give u free sparkles bc im not good at drawing 3D people ehehe
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divinedevourer · 1 month ago
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baduran's 6'5 as a human ... but he's 7' when he is a mindflayer ... ⎛ for the height meme ⎠
let's compare heights!
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❝ How are you so... big? Leave some for the rest of us! The rest of us being me! ❞
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allswell · 25 days ago
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🌷!
Send a flower to hear...
🌷… a compliment.
❛ I like how you try to please me. ❜
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❛ You don't mind if I take advantage of that more, no? I can make it pleasant for us both. ❜
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hextechdreaming · 1 month ago
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There was something about Cotes that drew Viktor to it.
It isn't until he actually arrives there that he quickly realizes what that is. His sense for the arcane had dulled considerably since his arrival in Spirale - hell, it was nearly non-existent, but Viktor staved off the possible identity crisis that fact came with, at least for now. It was obvious that the Golden Ward was crawling with the arcane, in some cases quite literally.
Pixies, dryads, and other creatures he had only read about in the occasional fantasy book he'd allowed himself to indulge in wandered its paths. Science made far more sense, science was more concrete, but ever since he and Jayce became involved with hextech, the arcane and the world of fantasy had begun to appeal to him.
Ophiuchus stands tall above him, a comforting presence, for reasons he couldn't entirely explain. The tree doesn't push him away, though he feels it could certainly have the power to - even this, is laden with the arcane.
He remains in quiet contemplation here, a hand raised, a butterfly gently landing on his finger as he brings it close to his face to examine. As he'd suspected, there was no trace of the arcane or the hexcore's influence on the creatures here, meaning the magic must come from somewhere else.
Something distracts him from his calm reverie, and his head twitches a bit to the side as he feels a presence come up behind him. There's something about it he just can't place.
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"Sneaking up on someone is rather rude, you know..."
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