#cultaexfeles

[endlessdrifter]

@cultaexfeles never asked for this but I’m doing it anyway

Life or death situations weren’t so strange to Oliver. As the son of criminals, then orphaned, then police officer, he and danger had a solid relationship. That, plus the fact that America wasn’t exactly a safe place to begin with, graced the young cop with lots of opportunities to die.

That day, just a few hours earlier, he had been in containment of a terrorist attack and a bomb that went off and almost got the best of him. As he rushed through the streets of the city with only one destination in mind, he could still hear his left ear ringing from the explosion and his aching feet that would give up any time now.

His thoughts were somewhere else, though. Somewhere still far from the reality he lived in. Some of his coworkers were shaken, traumatized even, but him? He wasn’t. Oliver had never been afraid to die, not really. He was afraid of many things, but passing while doing his utmost best to protect innocent people was something he would accept any given day. But there were some things he absolutely had to do before he moved on to the next life. He couldn’t die without becoming a detective first. He couldn’t die without seeing the northern lights. He couldn’t die without--

The doors of the flower shop were wide open as he rushed inside. If it hadn’t been for the mirror there, he wouldn’t notice how roughed up he was. His uniform was burn, his shoulders were full of ash and dust, his face was bruised and his arm was still bleeding. Moving in he also realized he had been limping for the several blocks he had crossed to get here. But did it matter? Absolutely not. The clerk asking where he was going as he moved towards the back room didn’t matter either. All that mattered was that he couldn’t die without doing that-- 

And since it looked like he was so fragile he could die any day now...

Nate was there, like he knew he would. Looking tall and handsome as always, completely unaware of how present he had been by Oliver’s side even on the days they didn’t meet. How long had it been since the night they met? Months, probably, and yet it felt like a life time to him. A life time of this hungry feeling at the pit of his stomach, of this yearning under his skin. Their eyes met and Oliver poured into his ocean blues every ounce of relief he felt for seeing his friend there. So close-

Normally, he didn’t mind playing the long game. Advances had been made. Progress. But things had changed. Nate had been driving him mad for far too long and he could barely stand it in his weakened state. Oliver could die any day and Nate wouldn’t even know. He could be erased tomorrow and find himself unable to rest because of the one thing he didn’t do.

But anymore. Not after this. If he died tomorrow, he would died knowing he did the one thing he wanted more than anything else in this life. If he died tomorrow he could die happy knowing he did that.

So he closed the distance.

[hermosa-pesadilla]

@cultaexfeles hearted for a starter.

Abigail had just finished wiping down table from the last customer when she noticed that they left their wallet and let's face it, this part of town happened to be passed the point of shady as hell so losing your wallet usually meant that it was gone for good. Cursing, Abs grabbed it and bolted out of the door with a purpose.

"Hey!" She shouted and took off down the sidewalk to catch up to them. "Hey, wait a minute!"

Finally catching up to them, she tapped his shoulder. "You left this at the diner." She explained between huffs as she tried to catch her breath. She held out the wallet.

[favoritefadedfantasies]

Ghosts // Rynn x Willow

@cultaexfeles

Eyes had been focused intently on the cypher before her when she’d heard the knock at her door. With a sigh, Rynn turned, calling out to let the visitor know that they were welcome. As the heavy wooden door creaked open, she quickly hid the cypher beneath a large pile of papers. Best to keep that to herself for now. After all, she didn’t want questions as to why she was intercepting Lord Randersvayne’s ravens. 

She’d been largely forgotten by most people, a strange sad tale on the tapestry of Valker’s history, the Lost Princess who disappeared without a trace. But Randersvayne - he hadn’t given up, and why should he? He was endearing himself to the public more and more as the years passed. She needed to know that he wasn’t anywhere close to picking up on her scent. So far, so good. 

The redhead pushed herself up from her desk before turning to address the person that at entered. They were apologetic, but they seemed to be in somewhat of a rush. 

“It’s quite alright Eirnan, just let me know what’s happening so I can help.” Rynn said with a smile - she might have been known as a fierce assassin and bounty hunter, but she was still perfectly kind to her people. 

“Well, uh, one of the more recent recruits - he seems to be having trouble taking orders. Normally we’d simply kick someone of his rank out, but he’s a powerful warrior. We don’t want to lose him. We figured talking to you might help sort him out?”

“Ah, okay. That’s fine, I needed a break anyways.” Rynn nodded, offering him a smile. “Send him in, but leave us be. I’m more than capable of talking to a man one on one.” It was all the permission Eirnan needed - he ducked out of there and called out to someone just beyond the door, telling them to bring him in. 

And so Rynn waited - it wasn’t often she was asked to deal with disputes like this, but she didn’t mind all that much. Being close to her people and involved in their lives helped make them loyal to her - and this was no exception.

[intraxvagor]

⭐ x 3 - Randomize 4 character pairs. If they don't mesh, reroll.

Send stars for Headcanons

Aspen/Eli - v:: closed walls - The energy of one plays off the energy of the other. Aspen’s gentle and vigorous nature resounds off of Eli’s nervous one. He tries to share the optimism he has, and Eli seems to respond to it. In no way does Aspen expect Eli to match him however. Instead he just fetches and carries gladly for the healer.

- Eli surprises Aspen by offering healing. Aspen comments he doesn’t need any, but when it comes down to it, the elf breaks down to the man about the family he misses. The mistreatment and the problems that they encountered. More so; the wife he hadn’t chosen for himself and the children he fathered. - After Eli’s condition is revealed, he is surprised to see Aspen come to him as easily and casually as ever. Aspen grins when Eli asks and reminds him that Eli is a good man. Nothing could change that, and that he would help him in any way he can.

Cypress/Eli - v::Circle towers

- Working side by side with a human is hard for Cypress, but Cypress is rather impressed with the skill that Eli shows with his gift. He’s even more impressed when he notices that Eli never uses lyirum potions. The sheer depth of his mana pool startles Cypress.

- Cypress does eventually begin to talk more freely with Eli, mostly about methods to apply magic. Personally the mage is much more tight lipped than his brother, though after Aspen does have his crack, Cypress personally thanks him for being there. - Cypress at some point confronts Eli about the sunburst mark. The two of them worked too closely for him to miss it and Cypress knows what it is. He asks directly how, but when Eli stutters, Cypress backs off and leaves without word or answer.  

Zian/Nate

- While he doesn’t like to speak of it to anyone, Zian tells Nate some details about his history. He does so more to warn him of the potential danger. Nate thanks him, sympathizes and assures Zian, that in his way, that he trusts him. (v:: Sa’vunin) - When Nate learns of his ability to paint, he expresses curiosity. Zian offers to paint for him, a trade for one of the drawings Nate did. Initially Nate did not agree, and Zian offered to paint on him anyway. He was pleasantly surprised when Nate gave him a drawing anyway. It’s one of the things that Zian is annoyed he had to leave behind. Nate has given him another since but even so… (Writing Verse) - Zian never truly chases away his anxiety about Nate going on independent assignments as a huntsman. While he manages the anxiety as best he can, he’s always pushing himself to be better so that he can do his best to prepare Nate. Research, combat, energy exercises. Zian is proud however, because he knows Nate is better in that occupation than he ever could be. (epilogue)

Cypress/Willow- Cypress is glad when he realizes Willow is seemingly immortal himself. Cy then becomes very concerned when he notices signs of aging in himself. Seemingly randomly he finds willow and holds onto him for a long time, oblivious to Willows attempts to get him to talk. He apologizes again and again. While Azalee’s state helps, Cypress worries for Willow regardless. (v:: Knowledge Spirit)  - Cypress can’t help but tease Willow about the term that would be used to describe him in a queerplatonic relation. It’s just too fun to reference him as a Zucchini. He doesn’t do it often, but there are subtle barbs. Like an occasional mention of eating one or a shirt with a picture of one as a gag gift. Yet if anyone makes commentary, Cypress makes very cutting comments to defend his brother’s relation. (v:: Mercurial Will) - Cypress highly approves of Davids friendship with Willow. Cypress only wishes that his own tension with his brother didn’t seem to keep the two of them from being closer. He intentionally keeps himself away when the two of them spend time together as to not sully the atmosphere for them. (most verses)

[quiisquiliae-archived]

How about 6 and 17 for the 20 questions meme

Multimuse Meme  ||  Accepting

under cut for length

6.  what are your favorite icons for each muse?  

Not everyone has icons, but ah

Ashe

Billy

Brisco

Kilgrave

Logan (help I can’t pick just one)

Luna

Taliesin

Talon

17.  which muse would spend a night in a haunted place for $20?

Talon, for sure.  Probably do it on a dare tbh.

20.  which muse would you not let into your house, under any circumstance?

Kilgrave, if I had a choice.

[twilighttwin]

Grand tour huh? He can't deny, that that sounds sort of fun. But well...he doesn't quite know what all giving a tour entails. Nevertheless, the comment brings a grin to his face.

Though it's short lived, fading when Lea answers his question. Immediately his brain tried to recall how he'd helped Xion summon hers.. which lasted all of two seconds before realizing that whatever had helped Xion, wouldn't really help Lea.

A hand came up, fingers fidgeting as he tried to think over what words to use. When he had settled on some, there was a nod almost like confirmation to himself and then he was getting started.

"Okay so, both times you summoned it...I want you to think of what was going on. How were you feeling?" There were more questions to ask...but well he had never done the teaching thing. So he was undoubtedly winging it.

twilighttwin‌:

“Yeah. It’s like a ghost story to people honestly….something they can’t explain, but most people don’t think it’s a real thing. Hard to catch sight of because of the route it takes around the mountain.” He responded, drawing his legs up onto the seat.

Casting his gaze to the sky outside the window brought a smile to curl at his lips. The shift from the more stiff sky of the tower to the warmer hued eternally shifting clouds of his town always did that. It was far more comfortable to go away from the tower, to have his space in town. 

Lea’s voice had him attention breaking away from the sky. 

“Some of the smaller shops in the Tram Commons shut down. The bakery in Sunset Terrace and Twilight Treats are still there though.” 

He was struggling to recall what had been there before, trying to give Lea accurate information. Plus…it was kind of nice getting to be the one getting someone else up to date, especially Lea. Nice and a little amusing to return the favour. 

“So…can you summon your Keyblade easily?”

“You’ll have to give me the grand tour at some point,” he mused, “just for the fun of it.”

It didn’t sound like too much had changed, and it wasn’t as if Lea had cared one way or the other when he’d been around before. Mostly he’d just enjoyed their time at the Clocktower after missions. Perhaps he’d be able to convince Roxas to revive the old tradition after training sessions. That would be…nice.

“Not really,” he answered. “Truthfully I’ve only been able to summon it twice since the first time, and I’m still not even sure how I managed that. Usually I just wind up summoning my chakrams on instinct.”

He’d used them for so long that summoning them was second nature. The keyblade on the other hand, took concentration and focus. If he lost that for even a moment, he summoned his previous weapons instead.

“That’s one of the big things we’ll need to work on. Well, that and everything else that goes with it.”

[polyphoniie-archived]

cultaexfeles replied to your post “In her modern verse, Lasair’s mom took one look at the ever-growing...”

That just opens you up for a president's daughter au you realize?

Ugh I know right??? Las’ mum wants none of it lmao

[secretsandhushedwhispers]

📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

    It’s really funny to watch Wren walk since she needs to completely pick up her feet and put them down flat. Her claws constantly get in the way and often kick up dust, making her tail always dirty.

[trevelyandominic]

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[endlessdrifter]

@cultaexfeles gets some officer Grayson

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding, dude,” Oliver started, trying to make his voice sound that much friendlier than before, but he figured the real problem was the blue uniform he was wearing and not exactly his tone.

But he had to make up for it somehow, didn’t he?

“Let me start over. Hi, I’m officer Grayson and we’re conducting an investigation of certain illegal activities in the neighborhood.”

That was better. Much better. This one time he made sure to relax his shoulders and appeal to the other boy’s nature, not as a police officer, but as maybe a friend. Everybody needed a friend nowadays, did they not? Even if that friend was all dressed in blue, had a badge and carried a gun.

“Do you mind if I steal some minutes of your time? I have a couple of questions.”

[hermosa-pesadilla]

🍰 - What is their favorite type of dessert or sweet? 🐢 - What type of animal would they keep for a pet?

🍰 - What is their favorite type of dessert or sweet? Hands down, chocolate chip cookies are her favorite type of sweet.

🐢- What type of animal would they keep for a pet? Abby has a Bengal cat that she fondly named Señor Gato.

[favoritefadedfantasies]

💔 (For Elysia. Give the new lass some more history)

“His name was Alexandre.” She said with a sigh, idly stroking Rembrandt’s head as she did so. The snowy-haired woman looked up, meeting the inquirer’s gaze. “We met in the Academy, as most couples in Oleuphine do. He was from a proud warrior line, just like me. It seemed perfect from the start - which is perhaps why I know now, in hindsight, it was doomed.” Elysia shook her head, a strange mix of emotions on her features. Sadness and resignation were the most noticeable however.

“For four years we were perfect. Destined to be one of the next great lines in Oleuphine - well, only if the king allowed me to marry him.” She said with a chuckle. “I’m not sure what you know of my people, but traditionally the queen is chosen from best female warriors. It is not necessarily a love match. I was far and away the most skilled, and many assumed that meant I was destined to rule by King Maxime’s side. While he and I were great friends, we both knew I would never be queen. Alexandre, on the other hand, I believe, had some doubts.” 

Elysia ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head slightly. To be quite honest, she hadn’t thought of Alexandre in years - the ending was simply too painful to dwell on in the long run. And worse than the ending was the fear that it hadn’t ended, that one day she’d have to face that ghost once more. 

“As graduation drew closer, Alexandre seemed increasingly critical of our kingdom’s traditions. I don’t know if it was fear of losing me or simply his independent spirit, but his words grew almost treasonous.” Already she could feel the cold of their last day together creeping into her bones again. Elysia paused.

“Before I go on you must understand - while our traditions may seem cold to some, Oleuphine survives because of them. We are able to defend our citizens because of the strict adherence to protocol. The strongest go with the strongest, and you know from the start what is expected of you. Alexandre was strong, and I was never going to be queen - there was another role for me, that of Maxime’s champion. He would marry another and I would serve as his emissary, his scout, his assassin - whatever he needed. But never his wife. I was free to choose my own mate.”“No matter how many times I told Alexandre we did have a future, he never seemed to believe me. In the years that have passed, I wonder if my rank was an excuse he used to justify his choices. I suppose these days it doesn’t matter, it did end after all.” The platinum-haired woman took a long sip from the drink in front of her, glancing down at Rembrandt as the leopard rubbed against her leg. 

“A few days before graduation he told me to meet him on the edge of our city after dark, saying there was something important we needed to talk about.” Her voice grew softer as she seemed to be staring straight into the past. “When I arrived he had a bag packed, and he told me he was going to leave. He didn’t agree with Oleuphine’s expectations and traditions, and he wanted no part in it. He begged me to accompany him -” Her words stopped suddenly, the pain of the memory evident on her pretty face, even now. She had a wisdom beyond her age in her eyes, and she waited a long moment before she spoke again.

“I chose my duty to my country, to my king. Maxime needed a champion, and those innocent citizens need people to protect them. To leave them without my support, without my protection - it was an unthinkably selfish act, at least back then it felt like it was.” It was only then that the slight glistening of tears appeared on the edges of her crystalline eyes. 

“I was furious with Alexandre, at the choice he was trying to force me to make. How dare he pit my love for him against my love for my people? The audacity of even asking me to choose guaranteed I was not going to choose him.” Her voice was indignant, her words fast before they slowed down, the next few were a nearly ashamed whisper. “I didn’t even kiss him goodbye.” There was regret in her tone. She was quiet for a long time, taking a moment to wipe the small hints of tears away.

“I wonder what would happen now, if I saw him again. What would I say? What would I do? Would he even be the man I’d loved? Was he right all along? I just don’t know.” Elysia closed her eyes, letting out a slow breath to steady herself before she turned her attention to Rembrandt. She simply couldn’t look her companion in the eye at the moment. Vulnerability like that wasn’t commonplace for her, and she was a bit surprised she’d answered the question at all. 

“I’m sorry, that got a bit out of hand… I appreciate you listening.” A small, nearly forced smile after a moment. “It’s your turn, I think, to tell a story.”{ @cultaexfeles }

[intraxvagor]

What are your preferences when deciding whether or not to ship a muse?

sinday meme for people with a multimuse or more than one rp blog

//So I interpret this question two ways. One way; How do I pick if a muse is shippable? Second way, what does it take to jump on board and ship a pair? 

//Tackling the first one - I generally leave most of them open to their preference of partner. This probably sounds weird, so let me try it again. You can generally get a feeling of what kind of partner a muse is into. Example with Riya, I can get that she might have sex with a woman if given little other variety, but she’s always implied men as her fancy. The imagery she gives favors men. I simply then leave the options open to see what might come along. 

//The second interpretation, well….

//Oh boy. This one is harder than you’d might think. 

//First off: When two characters start to interact, I probably let it cross my mind right away. One of those, lets check their sexuality, does it match up with my muses, could this be a thing. 

//So yeah. Right away I’m going ‘Could it happen?’ 

//But from there I start seeing how the pair start interacting. I’m often going into something with an open mind and neutral attitude. I’m not usually bias against a pair (unless its something like SoRiku)  But after few interactions I can usually start to tell. Is a rp partner pushing for the pair? Are their interactions going well? Is my muse excited to interact with them? Do I have the drive to write back? 

//And mainly, can I really see it working? If they’re constantly getting irritated or snapping at one another, then like any real dating couple, then no. If their snipping at one another is playful, then possibly. Sure, depending on the thread things might not surface right away, but there’s still a feeling one gets off of a thread. Does the muse want to go back for more? 

//This can change over the course of interactions too. What might not have given ship feelings beyond friends could shift into more. What might have been shipping just fine might implode. Relationships are DYNAMIC. 

//And I love exploring that. 

[quiisquiliae-archived]

😈 - for billy

Quiz Meme!  ||  Accepting!

Send in 😈 to find out which Disney Villain my muse is

You got: Jafar

Now show us how s-ss-s-snake-like you can be!

I haven’t seen Aladdin in AGES, so I can’t really argue for or against this tbqh.

[brokenclockwork]

🌠📩

🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for?

"When I was younger perhaps, but age taught me that if we truly wish for something to happen we much be willing to do what it takes to reach it ourselves.” He hesitates, his smile faltering for just a moment. “Recently I’ve come to realize some wishes simply shouldn’t be granted at all.” 

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📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning?

“While I enjoy the process of writing physical letters, I prefer the speed in which technology allows us to reach one another.” Some believed that emails were safer as well, as they wouldn’t be intercepted on the road. He knew better, but he also knew less people would get hurt if online letters were intercepted. 

[endlessdrifter]

@cultaexfeles

“I’m not frowning upon the idea of sex. I’m twenty years old, sex is perfectly alright in my book. What I’m saying is that some things should be kept between just you and your partner. Exposing yourself so thoroughly just leaves you vulnerable and makes you easier to hurt in the long run.”

Nate fiddled with his sleeve, refusing to make eye contact with the other man.

“Besides, you hardly know me, and what you do know of me isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement now is it?”

Oliver nodded in understanding. He could tell where Nate was coming from, so he wasn’t surprised that was his train of thought. He couldn’t help the extroverted nature he had been born with, so he didn’t see the wrong in his ways even when it was being pointed out... But he figured it couldn’t be helped when it was so obvious Nate was an introvert himself.

“You know, there’s something my father used to say...”

���Wear your flaws like armor so no one can use them against you.”

He left the words hanging there for a moment.

“I believe that’s true. No one can use your secrets against you if you don’t keep any.”