#ausrache

[quietlyblooms]

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send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes ( always!! ) | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love ( since she's in the public eye? ) | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( discussing our ideas but also jumping right in ofc <3 )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter | all of the above hehe <3

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: i think i'm fated to eventually ship chiyo with all of your characters atp :' )) mali's reaction to the bingo sheet last night had chiyo tripping all over herself and i just knew!! my lil heart was done for!! i feel like they'd end up being very wholesome and adorable together, so let's give it a try <3

@ausrache

[astrxlfinale]

"do you hate me now?" despite how they had started on such tense footing, their bond blossomed into something else — it had softened the emanator as she embodied the cold & ruthlessness of the dark cosmos. yet, balance must remain all throughout her life as she was chosen by THEM. thus, bloodshed could not be avoided. the dark lines upon her skin were slowly fading, yet remnants of battle could still be seen upon her features. ruby irises glossed over with both frustration & hurt looked over to her beloved trailblazer; dark brows furrowing as she re-attached chain & knives at her hip. oh, how she craved to embrace him yet the shame of what she had done left her frozen. "i did not wish for you to see me like this." even if one saw equilibrium as part of peace, it also came with enacting neccessarry cruelty, so to speak. if the aeon wanted it, she needed to do it. if they wanted her to go, she needed to leave. "i.." words remained stuck upon the tip of her tongue, gaze avoidant as her hands swiped at specks of sanguine. sometimes, she felt like a tool. "i hate this." (gives u some late angst from the inbox call uvu)

The scenes before him draw a sense of distant familiarity. An unpleasant stench, coated splatters of crimson while the intensity of lives being strangled and torn were the origin language of violence. In truth, it felt as if there was a distinct matter of time that such scenes would be witnessed by him. For there was a price for countless things performed underneath the glimmering glory of the stars. Caelus would find himself advancing to the scene of decisive carnage.

For what else comes with the price of picking up a weapon? To play upon the fine line of 'Self-Defense' and 'Warrior', to bond with life in ways that would be driven towards a classic instinct for survival while its further enriched by sentience? Somehow, the scalding lines of these same thoughts held a tender, bitter familiarity. Experiences that feel like a taunting specter whenever he rests, in moments of a waking dream no less.

"Mali." His voice bounced amidst the silence even as that scarlet gaze doesn't have the heart to look at him. Even now, pain could be felt through empathy, and right now it's clear how there's a wealth of growing complication that brings a distorted tension to the air. It's exactly within times like this where their good moments would bring solace, but also run the risk of bringing a burning... shame? As if the divine duties bestowed upon would smear those pleasant images?

Who was he to judge that very weight? To Caelus, it doesn't change a thing. The time spent by Mali's side reflects a truth amidst a mirror of spilled blood, of the horrified faces likely spitting damnations in her very direction.

Somehow, that pisses him off more than anything else.

He wasn't only a starseeking Trailblazer once upon a time. Beyond that, in a welcomed but lost past, the organization of the Stellaron Hunters was a form of joined branch loyalty that welcomed him to the madness of human life, all in the good name of a brighter future. Bits and pieces of his history through their constant meetings awakened that much. It is exactly why he would never be in a position of judgement in a more societal norm. "I'm not leaving you right now."

To that end he'd embark on a measure of caring futility. For the following action would truly never wash the weight of life that sullies her hands. Yet this is exactly what he does, retracting a few sanitizing wet clothes from his pocket, tearing them open and immediately getting to work as he'd take those bloodied hands into his own. To find concern and care within this darkened crevice of reality had to be alien. He was mildly certain of that very fact.

Caelus however refused to allow any cold opportunities for her to walk alone, not anymore.

Diligence would be practiced as he'd keep his golden eyes focused upon those very hands, letting one cradle her own as the other brushed the cloth along it. Each dab of blood would be purged, carefully drawn away as the wet ivory would soak it away, brushing at more of the stains soon after. Before his eyes was the exercise of trying to alleviate the grueling cruelty of that very price.

...Part of him wonders if he went through the same before. If there was a sense of grand preparations that had to be done before becoming the receptacle of the Stellaron.

"You don't have to explain it right now. Let me be here." Mali was here. No masks, a sight of the vulnerable true face, that's all that he needed for a cemented choice to be made.

Caelus would not walk away. Let his actions be the answer to that nervously spoken question from the start.

No. He does not.

@ausrache

[attroxx]

❛ @ausrache said . . . mali is holding the tiniest microphone up to dante's mouth. she's obviously doing the most important interviews known to mankind. "mr. dante — do you know how to match someone's freak? or has someone potentially matched your freak?" ❜

𝙍𝙐𝘽𝙔 𝙀𝙔𝙀𝙎 𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙆 𝙏𝙊𝙒𝘼𝙍𝘿 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙄, 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙁𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙈. the way humans speak often perplexed him. and now was no different. the vampire presses his palms into his thighs, a sheepish smile tugging pale lips. what the hell does that mean ?! but he can't look like a fool in front of her. a nervous laugh follows and dante's body moves forwards and then backwards as he combs through his brain for an answer. is freak a type of clothing ? a shoe ? she mentioned matching which, usually refers to clothes right ?

❛ uh, no . . . not yet. my ' freak ' is a little hard to match you know ? ❜ he clears his throat as his gaze falters from the microphone. ❛ i can dress pretty outlandish sometimes so . . . ❜ but the look on mali's face says what he just said makes no sense. dante swallows again, his throat feeling tight. oh, he's definitely blowing this.

unprompted asks . . . always accepting.

[solivcgant]

"do you hate me . . . eiji?" normally, the raven-haired idol always spoke with a booming confidence; she was a born performer, yet crumbled at the mere instance of vulnerability. and this situation was, perhaps, the pinnacle of how far her own exposure could get. a lone thumb swiped at her bottom lip, removing the last droplet of sanguine that had stained that milky white skin. but that dark stain upon her soul . . . it would never cease, forever having laid bare her true nature in front of the person she cherished most. "i'm sorry . . . i—i just didn't know how to tell you, i'm so sorry — please." upper body slumped over, the heat rising to her chest & eyes. it felt as if sobs were threatening to wreck through her whole form. "please don't leave me."

when she slowly distanced herself, he began to think the WORST. after all, it wouldn't be too surprising if she finally realized she could do much better than a streamer. career-wise he had nothing to offer aside from the occasional appearance in her videos where he struggled with even the most BASIC dance moves. but mali wasn't superficial to the point of creating bonds just to progress her career. . and she seemed to GENUINELY enjoy spending time together.

at least that's what he thought until now.

the fact that she turned down a 'recharging' session despite looking drained meant something was WRONG. and as much as he dreaded confronting her about their INEVITABLE breakup, he still wanted to make sure she was not pushing herself to exhaustion. "hey mali..?" he knocked softly on the door to let her know he was coming in before slowly pushing the door open ".. i know you said you didn't want to recharge but what if--" his voice trailed off as he took in the sight in front of him. was that blood? and more importantly, was that HER blood? was she hurt?? before he could even ask if she was okay, she spoke first. her trembling voice barely loud enough for him to hear, but it was obvious this was something he SHOULDN'T have seen.

now it made sense why she was avoiding him. now he felt STUPID for assuming she was distancing herself due to a potential breakup. especially as he thought about all the STRESS she must have felt trying to hide this from him and everyone else. but how could she think he would HATE her? did he seem that fickle to her?

he stepped forward, once, twice, until he covered the length of the room and took her small frame in his arms, wrapping her in a TIGHT reassuring hug. "shh, don't even think that. i'll always be right here." he soothed, rubbing small circles on her back and murmuring in her ear, telling her to just breathe, to try and relax. that he wouldn't be going anywhere unless she specifically told him to leave. "you're still the same mali i fell in love with, this doesn't change the fact that you love sealife like yacht-sinking orcas and have a plethora of dinosaur knowledge to share with me." he nodded slowly, gently resting his cheek on top of her head as he held her close. "i'm ALWAYS going to be on your side mali. promise."

[wise-innocence]

❝ one thing i’ve learned - real saviours never label themselves as such. ❞ :3c

baldur's gate 3 starters // Accepting → @ausrache

“Naturally.” The quiet response compared to the utter chaos around them was almost comical. Smoke was still heavily lingering in the air and they were chatting like it was nothing more than a campfire. Yanfei knew better than to put a price on achieving balance but this time felt different, as if THEIR orders had gone too far. Maybe this feeling arose due to having an audience this time, another emanator there to observe the destruction with her instead of sitting in silence afterwards. One would think time would make it easier to digest but every time felt like her first – nauseating and inhumane. What would her parents say if they saw what they had done to this world?  Mali’s question would briefly pull her away from that spiral, glancing up at the woman with a curious expression. They hadn’t spoken during the fighting, opting to wordlessly complete the task independently rather than acting as a duo – it was probably for the better. Yanfei didn’t know if she could look at her the same after. She could only wonder how it affected her deep down, if she was also plagued with nightmares when all was said and done. A question for another day.   “Actually… I’m not sure if there are real saviors. You know, the whole ‘The hero in one person’s story is the villain in another's’ thing. Everyone is probably some weird option in between.” Yanfei shrugged after gathering her thoughts, rising from the ground with a small huff. “Let’s hurry up and get out of here – I’m a bit tired.”

[astrxlfinale]

In many ways he couldn't find himself surprised. Agendas? He's used to them, in fact, seeing that drive shared between so many is a comfortable constant to have. Mali's grip being more tailor fit leaves him contemplative as the turmoil of her emotions could be sensed. Instances like this lead to him holding silent gratitude to The Harmony, for he intends to ride these very waves conjured by the soul along with her. A soft click of the tongue escapes him as he offers a confirming nod.

"It's.. Really hard to say. Not that I don't wanna tell, but I never found the words to really etch it out. All I can tell is that it's all encompassing. A rhythm of the cosmos itself is attached."

Caelus was trying to infer that all of reality itself found itself bolstered. Friends, foes, and all that lie in the nebulous but magnificent lines of the unknown. It was woven in such a way where the Nameless himself couldn't truly tell the difference. Old foes felt similar, while newer ones certainly got tougher. His lips scrunched in mild distaste due to being kept so in the dark. It would be her level of concern that gets him to think.

That and a few accounts drawn from the Simulated Universe.

"Welcome to my life." He mentions with a lack of whimsy or fanfare. Instead, he concentrates on the warmth she radiates, leading his arms to keeping Mali drawn into the realm of his supportive squeeze. Those gruff fingertips would skim along her shoulder, keeping an equally sustained hook upon her figure as well.

"Too much intrigue, but not enough cards in my hands. All I can relax on is that if there's this much interest made.. There's something we can undoubtedly do. If only my damn head was sharper on that uptake." He grits out with an annoyed hiss. Yet frustration always remains short lived within her company. Those caring words as the drum of her fingertips made his chest, allowing full access to the racing, vibrant nature of his heart. To be met with those eyes finding their fashioned resolve momentarily leaves her speechless.

At times he can't help but wonder, does she know the strength that simmers inside when it comes to those she cares for? Being met with her wish causes a low hum to rumble in his throat, a subtle shift made with his body so he can face her properly, swimming within his expression is a look that finds itself genuinely peaceful. Surprising, considering how the higher planes of life have sharp eyes upon them both. "...Mali, I really do owe ya."

He means that.

"There's one thing we'll always have a lead on, and that's having a fine line of choice in our hands. Aeons are locked to their cores, so in many ways.. Guess some things will always be predictable. Even if they can skip their eyes everywhere, that has limits too. ..If that's what you really wanna fight for?"

"I'm with you on that goal as well. If they can flick on that switch, there has to be a way we can get it snapped off too. So, I want to commit time to that as a goal. If you don't mind me joining on a journey like this."

Every clink. Every clatter. Sounds that were reminiscent of those otherwordly . . . screams — Tension had filled every inch of sore muscle back in the day, yet nowadays they were simply a reminder of the terror that lingered with every step those shackled feet took. "It's fine." Her voice was barely above a whisper, flat in tone for the most part yet that tiny fluctuation told of something else than she spoke. "I eventually got over it all." A chuckle soon followed, hand raising to dismissively wave at his concern . . . Yet, it never came.

Movements were immediately halted as she had felt his presence near, followed by his strong arms encircling her shoulders in such a way that had her almost shudder. Ruby irises widened for but a moment before those feelings, that were like the warmth of the spring sun, spread within. Revitalizing & almost changing in a way. It was undeniable that she, the Emanator of Equilibrium, had changed with the Trailblazer's presence. Those edges got softer. Her words were spoken in such affection. And her heart . . . It beat. "You can't just do this." Mumbling within elation as her hands held upon his bicep, leaving her body to sink into that of his — Savoring his scent & warmth before a chuckle escaped. "It's not fair." How was she to ever deny him?

Arbitrators?

The mention of such entities had the Emanator immediately perk up, raising that head of raven & white tresses with curious eyes, yet her grasp never relented. Though, there was more . . . Concern. "I see . . . " Brows furrowed visibly as frustration made its way upon her features, building into something akin to annoyance. Anger. Who were they to meddle with him? Associates of her path & the Aeon that had chosen them, yet she felt nothing but hatred. With a tense jaw, Mali's fingers dug the slightest bit into his arm; Gently but almost possesive. "Their plans are always shrouded in mystery, though, even if Balance is needed . . . Their ways are often —" Sharply inhaling. "— Terrible. Are you aware of what exactly is altered?" After all, their powers were strong enough to take effect upon anything.

Without an ounce of hesitation would she move within his embrace, turning her body halfway to properly face him before she place her flat hand against his chest. Fingers spread, a gentle pressure applied to where it lay . . . The Stellaron. "Your heart?" Gently tilting her head. "And boons . . . . I've never seen them to be so interested in giving. Usually everything is always theirs for the taking." Just like herself. After all, there has been a reason why Emanators like her operated like lone wolves. Closing some more distance between the two, fingers pushing against his skin as her ruby eyes were aflame. "I shall protect this heart of yours."

"It has saved me before." A pause. Could this be an unspoken declaration to fight the heavens? Though, something within her still wavered. "I want to leave this cycle . . . I just don't know how, Caelus."

[futurefind]

FILL IN WITH DETAILS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AS IF THEY WERE A CHARACTER IN A DATING SIM.

NAME — Sasume Oshima, aka [the] Hawthorn

PROFESSION — Mercenary. May or may not be affiliated with other organizations (including other LIs', or the MC's).

WHERE THEY CAN BE FOUND — In the background. Everywhere; nowhere. Listening in at hubs of information, whether it's pubs or bounty boards or local mercenary companies. Once attached, she'll swing by you whenever she's around to check in. But reverse...? Your best bet is asking around aforementioned information circles and, if you're not already following her work (literally), waiting for her return trip. Maybe camping out the local healer's for any word on her passing through, lol.

FAVORITE FOOD TYPE — Desserts!! She has a big sweet tooth, even if she wouldn't admit it. Barring that, as she's used to doing bare minimum and cooking for herself on the road, anything particularly hot and hearty will do a lot for her. She's not picky, though, so long as it's not something that'll make her sick from food poisoning or the like.

FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK — None in particular, as she doesn't drink. What's most important is the company she'd share it with (you!), but as for the drink itself... anything palatable and low enough % to not immediately steel chair her? Good luck if you accidentally get stuck with a clingy gushing teary drunk tsunpuppy.

WHERE THEY WOULD GO ON A DATE — Anywhere private and comfortable. She enjoys nature and scenic views (even if she's liable to not appreciate them too much, by herself). The most ideal location for her to take someone would be somewhere lakeside, with strong greenery, and a perfect view for sunsets and stargazing. More practically, anywhere with rich plantlife a good view. Or, if in a more urban setting, a nice rooftop view; ideally with a nice parkour race to it, but not necessarily (especially for those either less fit or just less skilled at parkour than her).

IDEAL GIFT — Hard to say? She's very sentimental as a person, especially if any personal thought/consideration put into it. However, due to her transient and intense lifestyle, the ideal gift would be either something portable enough to travel with, and/or small and sturdy enough to protect while keeping on her at all times (see: her bangle). Anything too utilitarian is liable to be something she wears down to the point of destroying it. However, due to how... modest her life has been and her lifestyle is, anything any flavor of 'indulgent' is something she's weak for: whether it's something cute (like plushies or charms), elegant (jewelry, decorations), or simply higher quality than she'd buy herself (not a hard feet) (such as highly comfortable and sturdy jacket), etc.

HOW MANY DATES UNTIL THEY KISS — She is not going to initiate, nor think of it terms of number of dates... of course, being Sasume, you could be in a committed relationship while she thinks you're fwbs (on your end, at least). It extremely emotionally intense moments, though, whether high risk or high exuberance, she may forgot herself and slip. Overall, though, she's going to keep her feelings to herself until she dies. Pay no attention how she's probably a secret, dlc/sequel, and/or extremely difficult to obtain and succeed route to match how badly you wanna woo her.

tagged by: @caemthe tagging: @quietlyblooms @metrictita @ausrache uhhhhh anyone who wants to tbh!! tag me :3

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

" Mm, you've got a point there. " And wouldn't he know it. People in his line of work tend to see how deplorable certain groups of society can make themselves out to be—or at least the ones who still try to desperately keep up their manufactured public persona. There will always be someone out there who needs to indulge in their vice, have a body hidden away, a rival taken out, a mess cleaned up, practically anything one would consider compromising if it were to come to light. And luckily for the Boss, he had plenty of blackmail to go around.

" Damn, they brought out all the showstoppers, huh? " he replies back, ignoring anyone of significant importance as they passed by. " Well, I don't think you'd be that entertained watching me shovel a bunch of appetizers and expensive champagne into my mouth. So how about we get some fresh air instead? " Perhaps the balcony could provide them a sense of privacy, allowing them to talk about any and all things. Far away from those judgemental eyes; always ready to scrutinize within a moment's notice.

" That, or I could always just kidnap you. Sounds a helluva lot more fun than sticking around this boring-ass party. "

He wasn't joking.

@ausrache

"you're talking to the wrong person about this." the idol sighed out loud, hand gloved in black satin holding onto a champagne glass as her gaze settled onto the crowd in front of them. mali did her best to keep to the back when it came to such events, finding the ridicilous amount of small talk that was common practise here just unpleasant. the other members seemed to fend well on their own but her? absolutely not. "my management is your direct employer — i barely have any say on who accompanies me where." if it was up to her; she would be at home, in her pyjamas whilst streaming her 100th animal crossing playthrough.

as he continues to talk, mali's eyes shift over to him for a split second before taking a sip of the bubbly alcohol. "you'd be surprised." the idol mumbled & despite her inexpressive disposition, there was a twinge of displeasure evident within those chocolate orbs of hers. "famous people can be total . . . ", she whispers the last part, leaning closer so that others were not aware of her gossip, " . . . creeps & weirdos as well. it's easier for them to hide behind the glitz & glamour, you know?" as some familiar faces passed by, mali made sure to straighten her posture & bow her head, all whilst a faux smile remained perched on wine-colored lips.

"hm, not really." the black-haired dancer replied with a shrug of shoulder, finishing her alcoholic beverage & setting the glass on a nearby table. "they do have those tiny appetizers . . . they're funny to look at." a pause, gaze trailing along the interior of the large ballroom. "and there's also the champagne tower & i think they added a really tall chocolate fountain . . . " she turns around fully this time, the black silk of her dress swaying along her movement. "there's also a balcony with a nice view. i've seen it all before, though, you're new. so, it's up to you, mr. bodyguard."

[astrxlfinale]

“I think it has been about time that I come clean about something…” the inexpressive & somewhat flat nature of her tone could definitely be mistaken as seriousness as she approaches him. “i’ve been keeping a secret — I’m actually a single parent of one.” a pause, lips quivering somewhat as a giggle was threatening to spill over the tip of her tongue. after leaving her words to hang in the air for a moment longer, she’d finally reveal what she had been hiding behind her back. within gloved hands, a tiny animal could be seen. the floppy ears would remind him of a certain train conductor, yet it was far tinier & unable to talk. a brown & white rabbit sat diligently within mali’s grasp as she held it up to caelus’ golden gaze. “this is my son. his name is moon.” a smile finally settled, warmth softening her features as the previous joke finally had been revealed. there was just so much love that spread upon her features whilst her own irises flickered from the animal to the trailblazer. “would you like to hold him? he’s very fluffy.”

"Come clean..? So was it you that ate up all the Express's whipped cream that one day? I did grill March about that and now it has me wonderin'.." Naturally one of the more bygone, sillier occurrences would be one of the first things on his mind. Try as he might to keep the air amiable, color him surprised once Mali steps forth, a certain shine to those eyes that only heightened the measure of mystery that comes with this particular event!

"A.. Mama!? Y'know how important meetings would be and!" Yet what in the world did he have to draw any concerns for? For this Emanator sure had her means thinking on the fast lane! It wouldn't be long at all as the cradle of her hands unveiled the most adorably cute looking rabbit he's ever come to see! The fine flop to those ears, the way their dark eyes simply served as ebony mirrors to the surrounding world, for an instant he's just stunned before his mind connects to language once again.

"D'awwwwwww look at this little guy!" It twists such a joyful feeling within at the mere view of them. The way Mali found herself freed from the required, colder exteriors of her work and introducing her warmth, and her excitement to the private moments of her life. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Moon managed to bring many, many good days to busywork and the tasks of a higher plane slotted upon her shoulders.

"No wonder why there's never a hair outta place on you. Your lil hero here has been holding down the fort, huh?"

Catching the tenderness within those ruby eyes as she makes an offer, it briefly makes her perk up as a quick double take is made between their faces. "I uh.. y'sure? Most I've ever handled were those cake cats." Yet that only stirred more confidence as the bunny bundle of fluff was handed to him. Instinct alone prompted him to ready those gloved hands, allowing them to bounce over and the mere action along making his heart charge with a peaceful brand of energy. True to those declared words, the guy felt like 99% fluff from top to bottom. Something about it just made it peaceful as he brought them closer, becoming immersed in the moment as he brushed along those cream colored floppy ears. "Nice to meet'cha, superstar. Not sure if Mali here ever mentioned a rabid Clockie fan to ya, but, you're talkin' to him here. Name's Caelus, and I've been wanting to join up on this right."

"Heheh! While I think I have Mali's blessing here, how about yours?" He comes to ask Moon.

"I'm not looking like too much trouble, am I?"

@ausrache

[astrxlfinale]

mali's holding the tiniest microphone up to caelus' mouth. she's obviously holding the most important interviews known to mankind. "mr. trailblazer, caelus, sir — can you describe a moment in your career where you felt like ‘I’m him’ ? also, would you like to offer a comment on the dwindling peach yields?"

A-A-A-A-HEM!

Now wasn't Ms.Mali a kind and considerate caster within these moments. Making sure to handle his part, those broad arms remained cross as his jacket clung upon his figure like a proud cape, allowing it to billow amidst refreshing fans that blew within the room.

"To be Him is no easy task. In fact, there's a fine thread of risk of letting arrogance come to override such a time. Sharing these usually have to be amidst whispers of a crowd, of reports stamped across screens, yet here you are. Full of moxie and full damn willing to get it right from the source too no less?" Caelus allows calm to overtake him as a memory comes to mind.

Ah. Now there was a moment that could spark the kindle and rouse the heart. "I'll make it a sweet n' simple one. It's when I grabbed life stuck within the fangs of death and tore it out. Right in the frigid tundra of a planet rising from the struggle tides of history. There was a sinister force that tried turning my head into a personal pin cushion. And y'know what? They succeeded for a time."

"Until it was my burning blood that revitalized the lost Amber of the Architects. That made it realize it was meant to burn and never fall underneath the Eternal Freeze. Thus!" He'd draw that very lance to the mortal plane, a searing surge of flame carefully unveiling it, leaving the firm grip of his hand to secure it.

"Guess you could say the rest is history. Me, the Express gang and the heavy hitters of that land soon made sure a brighter tomorrow was promised. Ol' Qlipoth might've been interested in that too, if ya know what I mean."

That would do on the touch of a Belobog Classic! What follows is a question that's also near and dear to his heart.

A soft sigh spills at the forlorn thought. "It's nothing to take with the ease of heart. In many ways, you'd think it's a more targeted anomaly in how it's just with this realm's peaches in particular. Leaving them to either fade in obscurity or for cataclysms to try annihilating them off this universe's face too soon. They didn't carefully craft and build up their strength, to be both malleable externally, while having an indomitable and tight core just to be lost by disasters." Unable to fully cope with his emotions, a still freed hand would settle upon Mali's shoulder in a form of support. Vigor would burn bright within his eyes as he got lost within her crimson gaze. "Remember. Never let yours be lost either. We walk a wild road, and I'd like to see that it shines like the glimmering, peachy star it's always been."

@ausrache

[quietlyblooms]

mali is holding the tiniest microphone up to chiyo's mouth. she's obviously doing the most important interviews known to mankind. "ms. hisakawa — how do you feel about kissing the homies goodnight? care to share your thoughts?"

unprompted | @ausrache is asking the important questions!!

chiyo leans in with a big ol' grin, stares right back at mali almost as if contemplating something. but the moment passes as chiyo delivers the only correct answer, doing her very best to not laugh. " the homies should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how. if you aren't kissing the homies... " she shakes her head. " do better. "

[quietlyblooms]

[ META ] + loss / coping mechanisms :')

send  [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc  and i will write a head  canon around it.

@ausrache asks about loss and coping!

chiyo?? coping?? that's funny :) ASDFG BUT REALLY!! chiyo is terrible at handling loss. her " coping mechanism " is mainly just her burying and repressing her feelings, much like she does in most other situations. it's just not as easily done. i'm interpreting this as her losing someone, and in that scenario, chiyo is a mess at first. she can't stop the tears, can't stop herself if she verbalizes how she feels. she'll crumble before your eyes, and she won't be able to pull herself together no matter how much she might try. to lose someone beloved is like a part of her dying.

afterwards, though, chiyo buries and avoids. she avoids talking about what happened, avoids thinking about it, and she buries any wandering thoughts with a multitude of distractions. she'll throw herself into her work with more enthusiasm than ever, spend time with others that would normally be spent alone, maybe even focus on those around on her and their own problems. she doesn't want to think about what hurts her on a normal day, but in the scenario where she loses someone? it's a whole other level of avoidance, though i think it would be easier to push her into talking bc she can't keep up her mask as well as she normally can.

in the case that she's able to work through her grief some, chiyo likely takes to painting/drawing, just as she does when she's working through the regular stuff. she won't draw the person, but she will draw things that remind her of them, such as favorite flowers, fictional characters, etc.

[quietlyblooms]

"is it weird that i want to slap it a little?" bonding time <3

taskmaster season 12 | @ausrache shares an urge with chiyo!

the zoo isn't nearly as busy as chiyo feared it might be; the cloudy weather and light drizzle seems to have scared off most people from walking the zoo's paved paths. it really isn't so bad, though. the rain never lasts long, short enough for her and mali to wait it out in little gift shops and shaded rest areas ( if they don't just walk through it, that is ). it's actually nice.

but maybe chiyo's just happy she doesn't have to fight for a view of the otters.

the familiar smell of the petting zoo hits chiyo before mali ever points it out, and even though neither of them are a fan of the smell, they still find themselves gravitating towards the few animals roaming outside. chiyo beelines for the potbelly pig laying in the muddiest part of the enclosure ( she'll lament her muddy shoes later ), pointing out how cute it looks to the idol standing not far off from her. a grin upon her lips, chiyo crouches beside the animal.

" is it weird that i want to slap it a little? "

chiyo tries to swallow her surprised laugh, clearing her throat and reaching out to let the pig smell her hand. " n-no? " she glances up at mali. "i mean, it's kinda like wanting to squeeze somethin' 'cause it's really cute. makes sense. sometimes i feel like that when i see my dog. "

[astrxlfinale]

a yawn spills from the emanator's plush, crimson lips as she so slowly moves towards the trailblazer. half-lidded gaze speaking of both exhaustion & yearning for some warmth — after all, the galaxy was not known for its welcoming embrace. the sheer icyness of her figure was concealed by tight layers of clothing, hold together by straps & chains that would inevitably press against caelus' body once she was close enough. alas, the softness of her gesture & form could not be denied as she wrapped her arms around his midsection — a grip that was almost desperate as she inhaled that intoxicating scent of his. it made her feel good. it made her feel safe. "mm..." a mumble, pressed into his skin as she nuzzled her features into the crook of his neck until her breathe fanned so softly against him. "i've brough your favorite pizza." was the first words that left her, that tight coil of her arms unrelenting as she finally rose her head. silken black & white tresses framing her softened features as the emanator's gaze caught those pools of molten gold for herself. she was different here; that stern expression becoming of need, losing herself in the feelings that beat within the chest currently pressed against his own. she was sure he could feel her heart beating. this was still new for how long she's been alone upon her path. " . . . clockie pizza, right?" brows furrowed for a beat, yet the small tinge of a smile was near. "can we just . . . lay down together? i want to feel you against me." a sweet request, yet no one could deny the suggestiveness of her tone mixed with pink blush upon pale cheeks. "just . . . i missed you." mali was truly smitten.

There were always the silent signs that days have been long. Exhaustion, a need for closeness without words, the fatigue, it was a cocktail of endurance that many who traveled across the path of enduring had to face. Caelus was genuinely no better as his mind still spun from the grueling test performed today. Another dive into Herta's Simulated Universe was no different than traversing into an alternate realm, where calculations, conditions and the unknown could annihilate you just as easily as it could empower you.

His day found itself committed to being a mere bump on a log, letting the idle glow of the television draw some gritty film noir detective shower. It was then where he'd feel her presence not only come near, but to be close as he felt the warmth of her figure even through the mild chill.

Caelus found her breath faintly ticklish as she melted against him. It was a sensation welcomed as the instinctive autopilot made his arms react in kind, embracing the moment as their own as he drew her into a squeezing embrace, supportive but firm. Soon those golden eyes fell close to simply capitalize on the sensation of touch. Silver would draw their familiar mesh with raven colors, his forehead settling against Mali's as they hugged each other. "Hey, welcome back, Mali." Just being able to say her name to her beyond text was a specialized joy in it's own right.

"Better of got you at least a slice or three." He adds in for good measure. It was hard to deny that idle excitement that grew knowing one of his favorites was lying in wait, practically begging them to go and charge up.

This Trailblazer however had steadied priorities, basking in the way she relaxes within his arms. Even now the rhythm of her heart, growing in haste, as if their shared presence was a fountain of power told him all he needed to know. Her request found itself leading to his spontaneous nature taking hold, the show ahead of them ignored as he'd tug her over, ensuring they began a bundle of tangled limbs upon the bed.

The moment before him truly allows him to see just how much her body reflected her words. That gentle hue that's become increasingly common place whenever they were close, to the way the rigid note of her features come to relax, how she leans in and in kind prompting him to do the same. "I missed you too. In that case--" It'd be an abrupt instant of whimsy as those gloved hands trailed down, sweeping across the fullness of the Emanator's hips the distance is closed. Caelus's lips would immediately clash with her's, drinking in the sweetness of her tone and the heaven of the sighs as he drew her close, those palms flattening against her figure to ensure she remained squeezed against him.

Dessert before dinner? There would be not one lick of complaint as her name found itself groaned from his lips. He'd come to savor the way her hands would return that eagerness in kind, the way they'd filter her fingertips through his hair or ensure that a firm grasp and tug of his shoulders kept him locked within her gravity. Blissful surges of sensation would sear across his skin, amplifying that eagerness as a hot lash of the tongue is applied, savoring those ruby red lips and the soft groan that followed. All it'd take it the instant she parts those lips before he eases up.

"You're getting exactly what you deserve."

Caelus's warpath found itself renewed in a second, more passion charged kiss as the invasion of Mali's mouth began. Plunging his tongue deep, allowing that idle exploration towards her tongue to ignite as those hands drew across the sanctity of her hips, allowing the warmth of cloth, the fullness of body and the cool steel of those chains to be traversed before a greedy grip would allow the stroke of his palms to course upon the back of her thighs. Clutching with a possessive charge, he'd soon hike up higher, ensuring the bottom end of her ass would find itself being firmly cupped as he draws Mali's hips to his own, inciting that spark of electricity.

These two would not be getting up from their nest anytime soon.

@ausrache

[attroxx]

❛ @ausrache said . . . “ careful, you keep this up i might just fall in love with you. ” (for dante, SHE'S BEING PLAYFUL BUT LIKE GIRL………. i apologize 😭) ❜

𝘿𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘼 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙂𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙍𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝘼 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉. and he'd taken it to heart. red day was always a special occasion. his locker was always filled with love notes from boys and girls alike who swooned over dante. it helped that he was a prince, sure. but his kind nature and sweet presence enthralled his peers. never did those letters or gifts lead to any relationships, but he always thanked everyone. that attitude never changed, even now almost sixty years later. regardless of who dante interacted with he always did his best to be kind, responsive . . . someone anyone can lean on. her words take him aback a bit, a very faint blush dusting his nose ( it'd been a day or more since he'd fed ).

it's hard for dante to tell if she's been sincere or not. the vampire wasn't always great at picking up on cues from others, especially mali. ruby gaze falters, falling to the pavement. he'd simply opened the door for her. but he had done that each place they'd went. was that not normal ? overkill ? dante lets her inside the cafe first before following close behind, clearing his throat.

❛ a - ah well. i just . . . ❜ words die when she turns to stare at him, feeling a shiver run down his back. a hand moves to rub at the back of his neck. dante's thankful that in this moment he cannot produce the intense blush that he'd surely have otherwise. ❛ t - they have mochi donuts !! do you want to try those ? it's on me. ❜

flirty meme . . . accepting.

[quietlyblooms]

"are you okay, chiyo?" the inexpressive voice rang through to the other, crouched before her with a hint of empathy & concern lingering within those brown irises. the muffled sounds of shouting & screaming could still be heard from behind the huge, metal door that seperated the two from the crowds of fans. "i'm sorry, i didn't know it would get so stressful here . . . " usually, those events were more heavily secured & one own's safety would never be in peril, however, management seemed to have been lacking on all parts this time around. the idol mentally cursed everyone involved; why did it have to be the time where she wanted to show her friend a good time? "can i bring you something?" a pause, arm lingering upon the other's shoulder in a reassuring manner. "water? a snack? or maybe a blanket? we have some weighted ones 'round here . . ."

unprompted | @ausrache stays with chiyo!

her heart hammers away in her chest, and chiyo tries to work through the exercise she read about -- identifying things she can see, feel, hear... she squeezes her eyes shut. the screaming might be muffled, but it's still too loud. she can clearly visualize the mob of fans that came too close for comfort, the hands that were reaching out. her chest still feels tight, like her ribcage is too small for her lungs, like someone is pressing against her chest.

mali's arm rests around her shoulders, and chiyo looks up at her. she's trying to not gasp for breath; she's failing.

" can you--- " she wants to reach out, grab mali's hand, but chiyo hesitates. she fears she's overreacting, causing unnecessary worry. there's no danger here. they're fine ( why doesn't she feel fine? ).

" can we go into the other room? " chiyo finally replies, swallowing the frog in her throat. she better not cry. " i just need a minute. "