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noses-in-winter · 2 years ago

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Innoportune for Solara?

Thanks so much for my first prompt ask, yay! Okay so this is about my angry fairy princess OC Solara who has the SUPER rockin hot body of the fairy goddess. She wears an outfit made of ceremonial daisy petals, buuuuut she is very allergic to it. She's also a very petite individual but has a loud, violent sneeze that is very un-princesslike, so there really is no opportune time for her to sneeze.

It's in the POV of Callum, her sweet servant who's mute but loves her very much and would do anything for her! I wouldn't label this nsfw but it DOES have descriptions of her, um, overactive chest with her overactive sneezing.

2.4k words, f sneezes, tiddy descriptions, PLEASE DON'T REBLOG TO NON-KINK BLOGS PLEEEASE

(also HEY so I change OC names for fics when I post them to tumblr and sometimes I miss a name or two, so pls forgive me calling the painter by two different names in here lmao)

There was always a very limited window of time for Princess Solara to sport the ceremonial daisy bralette. Even when overloading herself with antihistamines, the chokehold that daisy pollen had on her was ultimately unstoppable. That’s why Kien the royal painter had been told to work fast to paint Solara in the bralette before she could wind up sneezing every last petal off. If yet another portrait had to be restarted due to the interruption of Solara’s allergic sneezing fits…Well. Callum knew that the Queen would be having a very different kind of fit in response.

He sat patiently on the window seat, silently observing the portrait at hand. Callum would occasionally peek at Kien’s canvas as he painted the visage of Solara, but the majority of his attention was on the princess herself. She was…not faring well. Root-based allergy potions always got her sleepy and a touch disoriented, a stark difference from her typical fiery personality. Solara’s nose had evidently missed the memorandum that said potion was meant to last several hours. It had only been two since Kien began painting, and Solara was already beginning to scrunch her nose with persistent sniffles. That’s how it always started, with harmless, delicate sniffling that steadily grew damper and heavier as time went on. He supposed that was rather how Solara was as an individual; Seemingly the proper, fragile princess that grew increasingly difficult to deal with as one got to know her.

“Hold still, Princess,” Kien urged, using a small brush to paint the hundreds of tiny petals of the bralette.

Even as the antihistamines took away most of her typical awareness, Solara scowled with pink eyes flashing in irritation. “And just whaddoyou think I’m--sdff, trying to do here, Kien?” she asked, words beginning to run together slightly.

“I just--”

“No, I’d like knowing wha’ you’ve thought m’goal has been this--snf--entire--snff! Damned time. Enlighten me.”

Callen looked over to Callum, silently asking for help. Callum pursed his lips into a flat line and simply offered the painter a shrug. Kien sighed and nodded, leaning back behind his canvas to avoid Solara’s glower. “Nothing, Princess.”

Solara’s frown softened, though she was still evidently unhappy. She simply focused back on her posing with a sniffle. Callum had to admit that it was…difficult not to stare. Princess Solara was considered to be the end all, be all of Aurorian beauty, and for good reason. The bralette didn’t cover much, allowing her full chest to rest mostly exposed in the sunshine filtering through the grand windows. One strap hung loose on one shoulder, simply allowing the daisy petal garment to slip lower down her chest. Her nipples weren’t quite exposed yet, but Callum kept an eye out in case more of her areolas became visible. He knew she would very much not want the bra to get that low. Solara didn’t seem to notice amidst her concentrated sniffling, and Kien evidently wasn’t interested in adjusting it. Callum supposed it made sense for the Aurorian princess to show off as much of her body as possible for a portrait, but he wondered if Kien knew or cared how sick of the public sexualization Solara got.

Kien leaned back on his stool, examining his work with a slight tilt to his head. He nodded over to Callum. “Would you go tuck the hair on her right side over her shoulder? I’d like an unobscured look at the cups of the bralette.”

Callum obeyed without question, rising from his seat to go to Solara’s side. He offered her a soft smile as he took her curls in hand. He tucked the hair behind her shoulder, fingers inadvertently brushing along her bare skin as he did so. A warm blush spread over Callum’s face as he flashed her an apologetic wince, but Solara was oblivious. She was currently sniffling at a much faster pace than before, freckled nose scrunching to the left and right. She let out a shaky, whining little breath as her running nose escaped the confines of her nostrils to slide down onto her upper lip.

“Fuck…” she swore, shoulders shuddering as she crossed her eyes to look at her nose. She made a valiant effort to sniffle the beads of mess back into her nostrils, but Solara’s attempts proved useless. While she didn’t move her head, her eyes flickered up to the painter. “Kien, I need---”

“Not yet,” he said, motions speeding up as he captured the visage of the royal before him. “Don’t move.”

“I--”

“Just a few more minutes.”

Princess Solara looked to Callum next with an expression of pleading that only he ever saw. Solara was an…angry individual, to put it kindly, but she knew that she could turn to her lad-in-waiting in times of crisis. “C-Callum…?”

He knelt to her side immediately, collecting the handkerchief from his breast pocket. A Solara in her right mind would have sooner screamed than allow Callum, or anyone, near her nose. This Solara, however, was only a fraction of her regular self at the moment. She hardly seemed to react at all initially, eyes crossing once again to look at the center of her face. Callum gingerly folded the handkerchief over her freckled nose, using all the care in the world as he wiped the underside. Solara’s cheeks began to visibly darken. Instead of shoving his hand away or barking at him, she simply looked away from Callum’s eyes with a sniffle. “Th-....Thank you, Callum,” she murmured.

Despite Solara being unable to see him, Callum gave her a nod and a reassuring smile. After all he did for Solara on a daily basis, cleaning up her nose was hardly notable for him. Solara, of course, would be apoplectic once her antihistamines (and allergy attack) wore off, but Callum could handle it. He could handle anything about her.

“Stay close,” Kien requested of Callum, nothing but focus on his face as he painted. “In case she needs you again.”

Warmth bloomed in Callum’s chest. In case she needed him again. Callum was quite vocally disliked throughout the entirety capitol, and yet he was somehow good enough for Princess Solara to need. He nodded, remaining seated at her side.

Solara continued to sniffle, though her nose didn’t run as it had a moment ago. She inhaled and exhaled through parted lips in some attempt to keep her nose as unbothered as possible, but Callum was very aware that this wouldn’t last long. He wasn’t sure if Solara was capable of that realization at the moment, though.

As he expected, it didn’t take long for Solara’s nostrils to flare into perfect little circles with a hitch of her breath. Her lashes fluttered shut as she drew one hand up to fan beneath her nose.

“Nonono!” Kien pleaded, gesticulating to Solara. “Stay as you were! Just a minute longer!”

A low whine rumbled in Solara’s throat as she set her hand back in its previous position on the fainting couch. She sniffled sharply, nose starting to scrunch irritably to the side. “I need to s-sneeze,” she said pointedly to Kien, words beginning to snag.

Kien nodded, dipping his brush into a brilliant daisy cream shade of paint. “I understand. We’re nearly there. I’ve just got to finish getting all the petals, so you won’t have to wear the bralette for our next session. Okay, Princess?”

Solara was evidently debating how much she wanted to avoid wearing the daisy bralette in the future. Without waiting for her to ask him, Callum cautiously extended the hand still holding his handkerchief. She stared at his hand for a beat before her eyes flickered up to Callum’s. Solara opened her mouth to speak before she instead trembled with a heady hitch of her breath. Her chest shuddered with the itchy little gasp. Callum pretended not to notice. “Hh--! I-I can’t help it. O-Okay--hehh--!”

He didn’t hesitate. Callum reached behind Solara, placing one steadying hand between her shoulder blades. With the other, he folded his handkerchief back over her nose. There wasn’t a moment to spare before Solara convulsed with a sneeze, doing her best to stay as still as possible. A massive feat, Callum thought, given how very…indelicate her sneeze was.

“HiYYshiyUHH!” she sneezed, just as voluminous and violent as usual. She very nearly forced the handkerchief from his hand with the strength of it. Warmth immediately flooded into the handkerchief with the productive release. Callum found himself glad that he’d made it in time. Daisy-induced sneezes were always terribly messy for Solara, and he knew she would have been horrified to sneeze openly at the moment. She wobbled in the aftermath, momentarily disoriented from that big sneeze.

Callum couldn’t blame his Princess for avoiding sneezing whenever possible. He supposed he would avoid it, too, if his sneeze was as aggressive as hers. It suited her loud personality, though, in a way he found painfully endearing.

Kien jumped in response, just as everyone did when hearing Princess Solara sneeze for the first time. “Fuck--ahem. Goodness. Bless, Prince--”

“Shut up,” Solara snarled at him, flashing Kien a pointed glare over the handkerchief. Just after, her eyes snapped shut all over again. Callum tightened his hold on the handkerchief over her nose to ensure it wasn’t at risk of being sneezed away. He wasn’t the strongest individual, so there wasn’t much he could do about the way she rocked back into the hand he held between her shoulder blades. Once again, Callum tried to avoid staring at the way her chest heaved with every sneeze. “Hh’shYYUH! Woah--!” she gasped when she rocked back.

Callum gave her a quiet look in the eye that he hoped communicated: I’ve got you.

Kien gasped. Callum was about to shoot the painter an unhappy look of his own before seeing exactly what Kien did: Half a dozen daisy petals shuddering off of the bralette’s wire frame with that last sneeze. “No--keep the petals intact!”

Callum didn’t need explanation for the importance of this. Solara’s breath was already seesawing in preparation for another sneeze. Callum rapidly looked between her face and the shuddering bralette. Her hitches were so strong that it began to shake a few petals off of it without even needing to sneeze yet.

He had seen this happen on many an occasion. One or two heavy, hard sneezes, and the bralette would begin falling apart. And Princess Solara was only full of heavy, hard sneezes.

“Hah--!”

He had two options, neither of them ideal. As Solara’s chest rose with a final hitch, Callum decided on the lesser of two evils to keep his Princess’ pride as intact as possible. He dropped the damp handkerchief in his lap and used both hands to hold her chest.

“HihHYYSHuh!”

Attempting to keep Solara’s chest from wobbling with a sneeze was as effective as trying to keep a shattered vase from crumbling. Callum tried, certainly, and he did succeed in cutting down on the amount of petals that could have been shaken free, but it did require holding both cups of the bralette with splayed fingers. Solara’s chest was so…much, that he couldn’t have held them otherwise.

This also involved Solara needing to sneeze without a handkerchief. She seemed to realize at the very last moment that her protective cover was now gone and managed to sneeze downward rather than straight ahead. Even with this precaution, a fine mist still settled on her chest as well as Callum’s forearms and hands.

He wasn’t perturbed. Callum simply hoped this wouldn’t be getting him slapped later. Even if it did, he would have rathered Solara be temporarily enraged with him than permanently humiliated by sneezing her bra to pieces in front of Kien. Callum didn’t distrust the painter, necessarily, but he didn’t think there were many people in the capitol who wouldn’t go bragging about getting to see the Princess completely topless. After an out of control sneezing fit, no less.

After her first love’s abandonment last year, Callum didn’t think Princess Solara could handle much more whispering about her.

Solara sniffled, blinking at Callum through teary lashes. She looked exhausted and embarrassed and--

“Good save! Just a few more---”

No. No few more minutes. Callum was a patient individual (he had to be to work for Solara) that anger didn’t come naturally to, but the sight of Solara’s discomfort mixed with Kien’s calloused response was enough to push him over that edge. Callum shot Kien a pointed frown and shook his head, beginning to discard his jacket. A few petals fell loose from the bralette once his hands were away, but not enough to send it falling apart yet. Solara was already getting a new sneezy expression on her face, so Callum worked quickly.

He wrapped his jacket around her shoulders, doing his best to close it over her ample chest. It didn’t cover them completely, but enough for the moment. He wrapped an arm around Solara and helped her to stand. She looked confused for a moment before that look crumbled with a wobbling chin. “Hh! HyYYshuHH!” she sneezed openly in front of her, another burst of mist dampening her chest. Callum gave her a squeeze in lieu of a blessing and had to resist the urge to use his handkerchief to dab at her chest to dry it.

“‘M sorry…” Solara murmured with a nose-crinkling snuffle.

Kien, of course, was less than thrilled. “No!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and nearly knocking the easel over in the process. “Where are you--? No, no, we were nearly--”

“Kien.” Solara’s voice was unsteady as she let her head fall against Cananver’s shoulder. He smiled softly and squeezed her again. “Fucking deal w--hih! With it.”

He was still protesting as the princess and her lad-in-waiting left the room, Callum holding Solara protectively.

She was out of it. Her head lolled sleepily against him. She blinked up at Callum with a sniffle, raising one hand to rub under her nose. “I…I wanna take a nap,” she said just before she hitched with flared little nostrils again. This time, she was able to smother a sneeze into the arm of his jacket. “Ughh. I’b sorry…”

Callum shook his head, reaching up to smooth unruly locks from her forehead. He couldn’t tell her with words, so he could only hope that Solara felt how he would do anything for his Princess.

Always anything for his Princess.

#sneeze kink #sneeze fic #f sneeze #noses-in-writing #oc solara #oc callum

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rexitheskwerel · 6 months ago

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Ok so my friend got me into this game back in January of this year called Alchemy Stars

I've been playing it almost every day since then and I absolutely LOVE it

I really like this new feature they added to the character list where you can mark which ones are your favorites bc I really wanted a way to gather all the ones I like the mostest

Like just look at how hot these characters are!!

And their voices?! OH MY GODS do they sound awesome!!!

Sure I have no idea what they're saying half the time bc it's all in a language I don't speak, but there's a bunch of audio files with translations in their character files, so I can just go look up what they said later (and hear it again)

And the gameplay is so great for me!

I'm absolute garbage at most kinds of games.

Minecraft? Barely passable play skills for multiplayer. Survival games? Nope. Rhythm games? No way. FPS? Absolutely not. Sides scrollers or platformers? Nu-uh. Strategy games? I'm pretty smooth-brain. Matching games, word search, pattern recognition games? That's more my speed.

However, this game is a strategy game I CAN play. The strategy is based on using patterns on a multicolor grid to effectively utilize your characters' abilities.

No quick-time events, no rhythm challenges, no timer counting down, no stupid ads every other time I tap the screen.

And there's side content too!

There's this thing called Cloud Garden where you can grow plants, catch fish, talk to your Aurorians (characters you can use for battle), gather wood and stone and make various furnitures and decorations for the area.

I love how cute and peaceful everything is there!

And similarly, there's the Colossus (the one that's with you through the whole game as your parental unit/home) which is an area where you can interact with Aurorians, decorate a little, gather resources and craft stuff for other parts of the game, get presents from Aurorians, and generally watch them hang out.

I just really love this game so much!!!

I really wish I was friends with more people in this game, especially ones who actually use the Cloud Garden (like no one but me seems to use it).

#alchemy stars #phone games #rambles #my screenshots

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xitty · 10 months ago

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New Northland character = me get. She's first Thunder Northland aurorian too.

#novio zarya and antony still the crown trio of northland aurorians #alchemy stars #tiare

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hotdideasneverending · 2 years ago

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Lucerys Velaryon

Part of my Unhinged Au

Lucerys chose to reside in Lumopolis, becoming close to it’s Govenor before finding a dragon for him and his children. With the strength of dragons, he was given a new position within it’s white walls.

The city built on a floating island called Azurite is the center of Aurorian civilization. With a powerful protective barrier, it is also the safest stronghold in the world. There is a strict hierarchy here; the Governor, the Elder Council of the Nobles, and the Priests of the Temple, who together, govern a large number of civilians. Lumopolis sees itself as the protector of Astral civilization, accustomed to dictating what goes on in the outside world.

Lucerys Velaryon

Governor of Lumopolis

Uses Water Lumatics

Knife user

Rider of the Dragon Vanir, Yore and Hereafter

Still loves Aemond despite it all

Firm and resolute in ruling

Still get seasick

His Dragon, Vanir

Damian Targaryen (17)

Son of Lucerys and Aemond

Looks just like Aemond, hair, eyes, stature and all

Hates it

Leader of the Four Angels of Lumopolis

Most decorated Knight in Lumopolis

Son of the Governor (Lucerys)

Takes his duty seriously

Uses Water Lumatics

A spear user

Rides the Dragon Grendal, Vigor or the Void

Very uptight and to the point

Hates his heritage

Soft on family

His Dragon, Grendal

Aemma Targaryen (13)

Daughter of Lucerys and Aemond

Hair like Aemond’s, eyes like Lucerys

Wishes to look like Lucerys

Justice in Training in the Hall of Justice

Leader of the Lumo Noble Faction

Takes place of Hedy

Uses Pompeii in Battle

Daughter of the Governor (Lucerys)

Tends to doubt herself a lot when it comes to her training

Uses Forest and Water Lumatics

Uses greatsword (Pompeii)

Rides the Dragon Abysmal, Torrential Talons

Doesn’t like her heritage

All about Tradition

Very kind all around

Her Dragon, Abysmal

#lucemond #lucerys x aemond #aemond x lucerys #house of the dragon #aemond the kinslayer #aemond targaryen #hotd lucerys

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ace-c4rd · 1 year ago

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"Inner peace, flesh and blood, and our very souls."

"We must sacrifice our great faith."

"Reality brings pain, and desires are original sins."

Nails fanfic !!

Nails stared down at the writing. The prayer was written like a poem, each line spaced almost perfectly. He was already on his fifth stanza of the prayer, and it was only still early in the morning. The Colossus was dead quiet, a personal pleasure he found from waking up so early. Well, it would've been a personal pleasure if feeling enjoyment wasn't a sin.

Glancing away from the paper, Nails let his eyes gaze around his surroundings. He was still in his baren room. The lack of furniture and decoration made the room seem as lifeless and cold as many aurorians viewed him. But, it was comfortable enough for him. He could not ask for anything better. He would have to repent for asking more from the Navigator if he did so.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he thought about the Navigator. Oh, how many times Navi was there for him. He never felt so in place before. Nobody else expect for Ms. Victoria had showed such kindness towards him. It was more than enough to get his heart beating a tad louder than normal. A longing sigh escaped past Nails' lips as he got swallowed in his thoughts of Navi, thinking about how nice it would be to just let go of the True Order's expectations and go and fulfill his own wants.

It didn't take long for Nails to suddenly snap out of his trance, hearing the blaring sound of Ms. Victoria's voice in his head.

"You are swaying again, Nails." She would chid, looking and sounding disappointed about how easily Nails strayed away from the Truth when it came to Navi. He couldn't keep doing this. He was supposed to repent from sins and feelings, not fall for the caelestite. He was a monster. Monsters do not get the joy of having or feeling love. Monsters are meant to feel only pain and suffering.

Nails steadied his breathing and focused on pushing down on the feeling of warmth spreading throughout his chest. He turned his gaze back to the paper, staring haphazardly at the words. The prayer suddenly felt unintelligible to him. The words that once brought peace to his mind and body felt like nothing. He felt a dull ache in his chest at this realization, a small frown creeping onto his face.

He would have to cleanse himself soon for this blasphemous morning. The pain from his nail would truly bring peace back to his mind.

#alchemy stars #writing #fandom writing #fanfic #alchemy stars fanfic #true order #back on my nails bullshit #YIPPE !!#first time i've written somethin i like #this year #erm #hope it's good #!!

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pseudomonacarriea · 1 year ago

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@pseudomonarkaerenea asked:

Though Kaeya will likely be pulling his hair out as a result of what she chooses to gift to Vice--What was important at the end of the day was that Vice was happy today. .... Or perhaps it was just the privilege that Carleen wouldn't have to eat whatever abomination that her best friend managed to create. Either way, it wasn't exactly her problem.

"Vice. Happy birthday."

Smiling quietly, just faintly rather than to have her usual stern look--Carleen holds out a modestly wrapped white parcel with golden ribbon decorating it. Though not perfect given the Aurorian hands that carried out the deed, it's easy to tell that this was done by the girl herself rather than to let some machine or a shopkeep do it for her.

Carleen di Schwartz wasn't one to do things half-way, after all.

When the gift is unwrapped, Vice will find a book titled modestly: "The Basics of Upper Lumopolis Cuisine: Beginner's Edition."

"Do make sure that you and Kaeya eat well when I'm not there to micromanage. You're the only other person I can count on when it comes to him, you know."

Not to worry, there is another book below it: "The Nature Studies of Lumopolis", for when she isn't studying the cook book and thus giving their ever run-ragged Caelestite a well-earned break.

Happy Belated Birthday Vice! -- Not Accepting

Her tail wags as Carleen approaches, the subtle nature showing just as brightly on her face. This reaction, outside of business affairs, was common from the woman as she put down her book. Looking at the present, the smile that was on her face shone brighter than before.

“Thank you, Carleen!”

With how busy she’s been with maintaining Soroz and everything, she’s lost tract of the dates. As much as she loved celebrating her birthday, she couldn’t find the time to do so when there was much to be done.

Taking the package, careful fingers pull away at the ribbon. She does her best to keep the wrapping intact, not wanting to ruin it. It was a strange little habit of hers since she was young. Her tail comes to a stop as she takes the first book out, turning it the back to get an understanding of what it was about. Laughter flows from her lips as she looks up at Carleen.

“I will, don’t worry. I’ll make sure we do our best to stick to the regimen you’ve set up.”

She knows better than to say, ‘I’ll try’. Carleen’s always been careful with her planning, down to the last detail of any scenario that you can think of.

Setting the cookbook down, she takes out the nature studies book and looks over it. Her eyes glow with the two new tomes in her collection. One of which she’s been eyeing for a while.

“When you’re free, let’s try making some of these! And maybe when you’re gone, I’ll make you something for your return.”

If you’ll ever be able to do so, that is. Kaeya still has you banned from the kitchens.

Her tail hasn’t stopped wagging this entire time – it’s sped up a little bit this entire time.

#pseudomonarkaerenea #∘Alchemy Stars #◇; vice: ic #∘Question #∘Queue

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lastgenesis · 2 years ago

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❛ i’ll come running whenever you need me. ❜ (does he ever stop flirting with fleur? ...no not really- )

Hearing those reassuring words, he could not help but let a chuckle slip past his lips. Akira was ever so friendly, wasn't he? Always helpful, always doing his best, and shrouded in some thin silk of mystery, but he would eventually come around to share what was hidden beneath it all.

"Thank you, Akira. I've got your contact, remember? I'll be fine. It's just a little cold."

He didn't even realise it was possible for Aurorians to get sick at all, but perhaps his body finally decided to give out from the intense focus on work the past few weeks...

🐝 * ― 𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

#┆ in character ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [fleur] ┆#┆ dynamic: akira kurusu ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [encoeurs] ┆#┆ inbox ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [fleur] ┆

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zeravmeta · 6 months ago

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actually pretty ironic for charon to still be involved in the true order revelations and connections happening in the main plot atm because it kind of feels like he was also meant to be one of the navigators. he specifically says that the truth the true order continues to espouse about is null and void because to him the truth is art it's in art and self expression where people are truly made immortal and he wants to be the ferrymen of the dead to that end and this whole event revealed that vampires literally get tired of their immortality and look forward to the day they get to die, wilhelm didn't specifically die because he was taken to the pristine river and straight up made an apostle of the lord of truth to guide aurorians and prevent the end of the world and we know from victoria that vampires (and potentially demi-humans/beastmen) were made in order to serve as guardians for aurorians so wt the end of all this for charon to heavily disown his own family and still ultimately be a tool to guide fate? wow

#we even see from the ch11-12 stuff that illumina is aware of the lord of truth and their influence so.#im just saying the charon/reinhardt divorce arc DID happen

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garekt · 2 years ago

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While she seems to be considering his words, Garet tearfully stares at the flower (are black ones really prettier? this one seems pretty nice! his sister could learn a thing or two from growing actual nice flowers from this gentle person, for real.) and gingerly taps the petals. No traces of Psynergy from what he can tell... Ah, she speaks! He nods, clutching the flower maybe too tight, nodding eagerly. She understands, good! They can possibly break his power-sapping curse, fantastic! But maybe not... well, if he can get back home, there's always the Great Healers there, so maybe it's not so dire... but it really sucks for now because of all the danger that seems to be afoot in Spirale! She... is cursed, too? A half nod at that, that's concerning since she seems nice! And they... don't get the words he said. Okay, they're strange titles anyway, he's always thought so! She's... Aurorian? He nods anyway- yeah, he'll figure out what that is later... For now, maybe he can play it off with his nodding! He looks back briefly to the flower, wondering about the aforementioned curse... Is it cool to ask about something like that? He's gonna ask. "Yeah, you got it, thanks! But, uh... why can't yours be taken off? I mean, you made THIS!" He throws a fist forward, presenting the beautiful, white flower in all of its glory! "Makes me think that there's hope for you, too!" He drops to a cross-legged sit across from her, nodding briskly. "Right, right, so I used to have powers connected kinda to nature, like yours! But they're fire! And ever since I got here, I can't do 'em! I can only... well, I can only do this!" He holds one free gloved hand out, palm out towards them, and furrows his brow in concentration. A surge of energy, appearing red in a thin mist surrounding him, surfaces, flows to his hand, and he casts, "Guard!" The energy encircles her and appears to sheen once before disappearing. "Just that... my Guard ability. It bolstered your defense by, like, what, twenty five percent for the day, but that's all I can do! No fire! Nothing fun!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀As energetic as he was, the more this stranger spoke, the more confused Cusucta thinks she should feel. With unknown words being thrown at her along with his odd demeanor, it was difficult for her slow brain to catch up. Still, the girl quietly waited and listened until he finished what he had to say. Blank gaze staring at him the whole time, the only small change of expression was her eyes slightly lighting up after he accepted the flower. ( Perhaps, he wasn't so bad, after all. ) After he stated his plea, brief moment passes, which the girl was in her thoughts, before she finally nods her head and responds, ❝ I think I understand. ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ I'm unsure what curse you're speaking of. It would depend on what you mean ... If it's a minor one, I may be able to help you break it, but if it's like mine … it might not be possible. ❞ In contrast to her soft voice, her words lacked tact, simply saying what was on her mind. ❝ I don't know what those words you said are either … If you were asking about my race, I'm an ... Aurorian, not those things you mentioned. ❞ This statement was said with more hesitation than the last, however it sounded right to say with her current knowledge. She can only hope she didn't misunderstood him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ However. ❞ She made an effort to say this before he could interject. ❝ I still want ... to listen to your request. I'm not sure how helpful I will be, but ... Please tell me more details and I will try my best. Maybe with the two of us, we can solve it. ❞ Despite her prior negative answers, Cuscuta's intention was never to demoralize him. The last thing she would want is for someone to feel sad because of something she did, after all.

#revivancy #[she's AURORIAN GOD GARET YOU CANT JUST ASK SOMEONE IF THEYRE A SCRAPPER #[misunderstandings incoming :')#[i appreciate your offer to help sm!!! T T i think it's starting to come together but thank!!! of course if something seems extra weird-#[pls lmk and i shall fix!! :')

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