#cyrelle || 3 .

[my-favourite-zhent]

MMMAY Match-Up 16

MMMay Masterpost

[damistrolls]

just some doodles from tonight <3

(kitten from @lordtonic

cyrell and xizaya from @8bit-mau5

wilmar, melina, leukos, and vinh from @afallatmak)

[mantleoflight]

please tell us about your different Ghost OCs

//GET READY BOYS!!! >83c

//Ok so I have lotsa ghost ocs, 3 of which were from the dash event “Taken! Dead or Alive” I did on my main blog @pawnshopsouls. First is Lunos (the warlock cypher lover), then Clay (the big-hearted titan ghost), and Vermillion (quick, treasure-hunting hunter ghost).

//the other ghosts I have are all part of Kesivik’s Cloud of Ghosts. Originally, it was six ghosts including:

Sevens, who found his guardian as a warlock sharpshooter;

Rodger, who found his guardian as a titan;

Henry, who was actually killed by the ghost hunter, Cyrell, while trying to raise his guardian;

Quarry, the ghost who was hurt that Kesivik saved;

Crystal, who, after Kesivik earns her trust by saving Quarry, is determined to be his Ghost if/when he dies if Quarry doesn’t raise him first;

Iris, who became the ghost, Wyrm, of the hive knight, Shasur-Tor, belonging to @bandit-prince ~

And Reeves, the flighty nerve-wreck of a ghost Kesivik first met trying to help out the other ghosts!

[imperator-titus]

Ghost from the Past Playalong Pt. 22

[Start] [Next]

We wrap up our conversation with Wyll before heading to deal with the false Paladins of Tyr coming after Karlach!

>> Eletha: Penance? Should I be worried?

(Funny bit, Karlach did her "hey where are we going" thing when I was just BEHIND the fucking tollhouse. Babe, we're good. I'm just looting before you set the place on fire.)

[Eletha goes in on her own to scout around. I forgot to talk to the other 'paladins' before charging in with Karlach in tow. Oh well.]

Cyrel: Need any supplies? We've fewer mouths to feed now.

>> Eletha: What happened to you?

(Showing off my gold die that I got with a Karlach origin run, don't mind me, it's just symbolic!)

>> Eletha: Enough of this charade. I know who you really are.

We rock these assholes, as to be expected in a 7-to-3 fight. (Yes, I stopped caring about balance. After HM, I was done having a tough time in this game.)

>> Eletha: Zariel won't get near you again. We'll make sure of that.

Thus began my quick-sprint to the turn-based-mode button so I could run everyone a safe distance from the tollhouse. Everyone watched Karlach have a (well-deserved) smashing time before she cooled off enough to rejoin us.

Absolutely insane Eletha goes to talk to her after and is greeted with a happy little "Yeah?"

>> Eletha: That fight at the tollhouse really... heated you up, didn't it?

>> Eletha: Hot.

(Including this because 1. I like the lighting sooooo much and 2. the Future Boyfriends are staring at Eletha and have to hear her call Karlach hot. They agree.)

>> Eletha: How the hells did you get an infernal engine for a heart?

>> Eletha: There are some tieflings holed up in a druid's grove nearby. We might look there.

>> Eletha: How did you end with such a contraption in your chest?

>> TBC

[rachelbflynn]

☮

☮: AN ARGUMENT I THINK MY MUSE WOULD HAVE WITH YOURS.  

( TRIGGER WARNINGS: implications of drug abuse + alcohol abuse, mentions of suicide )

FEBRUARY 9, 2019

Stay safe until then. It’s five in the morning and the irony of Cyrelle’s words aren’t lost on her. The warning signs had lined themselves up over the phone, providing a mental checklist of indicators that Cyrelle was the one who deserved the worry, who deserved the reminder to stay safe. Unsteady breathing, check. A voice rough due to more than the early hour, check. Chattering teeth, although she can't tell if it is due to emotional stress, the cold, or perhaps even withdrawal (except it wasn’t that bad, was it? had she missed the signs again?), check. No set answer on when she’ll be back, which could mean she’d see her next week or next month, check.

The redhead reaches for the water bottle that rests on the edge of her bedside table, swallows the water as if it’ll wash away the lump in her throat, the temptation to call Cyrelle back and echo those words. Stay safe. Come back. Let’s figure this out before it gets too hard to fix things. But Cyrelle chooses her words carefully, and there’s no guarantee that the other woman will answer even if she calls again, and they’ve always struggled with talking about the parts that hurt. So when Mac reaches out and puts his paw up on her chest, Rachel runs her fingers through his fur and closes her eyes, knowing sleep won’t come.

FEBRUARY 27, 2019

When she goes home for independent research and Cyrelle returns to Darkwood, the phone call lingers in the back of Rachel’s mind. Her friend’s voice isn’t as haggard, and when they brush shoulders while walking down the street, she can feel that her skin isn’t icy like she had imagined it to be that night. Still, she disappears at night sometimes, leaving texts left unread until a day or two later. Rachel overhears biting comments about that Abbott girl, narrows her gaze at the speakers, although she can’t see who they are. Perhaps her glares now are even more effective, the white scarring on her eyes more cutting than the former icy blue. 

One night, before Cyrelle heads out for a reason she doesn’t voice, Rachel speaks up. “You could stay, you know,” she offers, not specifying if she means staying the night at the Flynn’s small flat, or staying in Darkwood, in Oxford. Stay with her. Figure things out between them, even if they have to force the words out, because maybe the sunlight has a chance to be antiseptic. Maybe they have a chance at fixing things if they do it together, instead of fighting their own silent battles. 

Cyrelle still leaves, though, and Rachel doesn’t push it. She may only ever get her in bits and pieces, there long enough to remember what it was once like between them but not long enough to convince herself it’ll go back to the way that it was. If the choice was having Cyrelle in small doses or not having her at all, she knows which option she’ll pick. And addressing the crack that’s formed between them, the way she fears Cyrelle is getting lost in things she can’t pull her back from, feels as if it could be enough to lead to not having her at all. So Rachel doesn’t push it. She picks up the phone when Cyrelle calls, and takes what she can.

APRIL 17, 2019

A year ago today, Cyrelle had came to pick her up at Oxford, and they’d went home and spent the day with Mx. For hours at a time, it was almost like it used to be, Mx bringing up the strangest topics of conversation while Cyrelle and Rachel laughed at his antics, cans of Kopparberg held between their fingers. When she tried to picture it, she imagined the two of them just as they were four years ago, smiles bright, that shared mischievous look in their eyes. For hours at a time, it didn’t feel like anyone was missing, but the past always came back. Even when they tried to outrun it, even when they tried to let themselves forget for just a day.

This year, there’s no forgetting. This year, there isn’t even a reason to celebrate. This year, Jesse holes up in her student housing with her and they actively don’t talk about it. It’s by chance that she finds out about Cyrelle’s whereabouts, hears her voice on a video that comes up on Jesse’s phone. Her words are slurred, and the video is loud, and despite how quickly Jesse attempts to turn it off, she hears enough. It isn’t until hours later, when he’s fallen asleep on the couch and she’s restless in bed that she picks up the phone and calls Cyrelle.

It goes to voicemail. Either dead or intentionally unanswered, although she guesses it is more likely to be the former. Still, as she lays on her back and thinks back to what life was like a year ago, the frustration and anxiety bubble up and instead of biting it down, she speaks into the phone. 

“Remember when it was you calling me last month?” The question hangs in the air for a moment, and she hates the way her words never come out right when it really matters. “You sounded awful, Cyrelle. You sounded awful and yet you told me to stay safe. It’s almost funny.” Almost, but not quite. Because as much as she tries to push the worry and anxiety down, it always comes back. If things kept going the way that they were, who was to say that she wouldn’t be doing the same thing on Cyrelle’s birthday, spending October 29th wondering how she had missed the signs all over again? “I don’t know where you are right now, but I hope you’re doing better than you were that morning. And I want to talk about this, in person, when you’re here and I know you’ll get the message.” She’s quiet again, trying to keep herself steady, and Mac whines as he notices that she’s upset. Her hand finds his face, and she brushes her fingers down his snout, in a way that’s always been able to calm him. 

“I miss him, and I miss you. And I can’t go back and help him, but you’re still here and I think  I think you need that. I think you need that help, and I don’t know how to give it to you, but I want to. I don’t want to have to miss you, Cyrelle. I really don’t.” Even if the redhead had wanted to say more, she doesn’t get the chance, as a tone comes through the phone. She can’t be sure if the message was simply too long or if Cyrelle’s voicemail was full, but she hopes that it makes it. She hopes they’ll get to have that conversation, no matter how messy or difficult it might be. She hopes that next year, things will be different.

[fckaugust]

don't you get tired of fighting love?

“ y’know what ? i’d love to know what that feels like, but love ain’t ever worked out for me. thinkin’ i could be loved in any way and it not get ruined somehow ? that’s just false hope. ” even when the love was genuine, he found that it was ruined. from a childhood perspective, one big lie had ruined the best potential home he’d ever had. and a cruel lie it was. from a recent perspective, his best friend died and his kindest friend died. the woman he found himself smitten with had lost herself, just as he had. greg and julie said they loved him, but they’d uprooted him entirely, forcing him into an outsider role. “ so... yes, but no... no -- no, because, four years from now, ain’t gonna be anyone else left anyhow. ”

@mxvirani @nina-heilig @cyrellea​

[shalalalalaw]

Everyone seems to have a favourite topic in d2 (character, race, groups etc) that I love reading their analysis of and then... there's me, bouncing between 20 minor characters and 200 miniscule interactions across the destiny timeline like a scavenger.

Did you know that Tevis Larsen had apparently had an instance of direct contact with Rasputin? Where Red told him he does not care about humanity?

Or that Drifter had at some point asked Felwinter to kill the Warlord Citan that had massacred Eaton when Felwinter had already joined the Iron Lords, and been under the Iron Decree no less? And that Felwinter did it anyway?

Or that Wei Ning's fists could move mountains? That Taeko-3 was a Praxic Warlock and Eriana was one as well?

How Andal Brask died from Tallulah Fairwind slapping his shoulder the moment he got to the City? After he barfed on the watercraft Micah-10, Den-Mother-Of-Ghosts, put him to cross over the Pacific to get to the City? And how she is being hunter by the Ghost killing Guardian Cyrell while she herds Ghosts towards their new charges?

That Shaxx kicked Teben Grey and Shin Malphur (as Zyre Orsa at the time) out of the Crucible with a great many threats and how, where Andal had been almost neutral towards them, Cayde was instead pointedly dismissing the not-yet Shadows, because he and Shaxx were close?

How Pahanin kept saying puns just to annoy Kabr because he thought it funny and the piece of crumpled gum-wrapper he tossed at Praedyth's head before they walked in the Vault is still something Praedyth has.

All these little events are so important to me, and I'm not sure why.

[sasster]

theres only 3 guys i can send you and i asked for shay and reva once YEARS ago, so how about a song for Cyrell?

scritches my chin

hm hmm

The Devil is a Gentleman || Merci Raines

let me assign songs to your trolls, and no i do not accept constructive criticism

[my-favourite-zhent]

MMMAY Match-Up 24

MMMay Masterpost

[lydiaturan]

i'm looking forward to seeing what comes of dean and lydia! i've truly enjoyed her outlook on the whole backintime situation so far!

thank you <3 i’m looking forwards to seeing how MUCH she can take. what is breaking point? watch out for the dean-cyrelle diss track 

[damistrolls]

yahiro, you party with cyrell huh<3 wanna indulge us more on that?

"Oh definitely. He's way more of a party animal than you'd expect. It's great to find a pal that can actually keep up with me.

And, sure. What exactly do you wanna know, stranger?"

[cyrellea]

✍ (for august!)

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary. @fckaugust

DISCLAIMER: cyrelle does not journal. i had debated on adapting this to something more realistic for her, like a scene from one of her therapy sessions in 2020 ( inspired by the ‘fuck everyone who isn’t a sea slob’ episode of ‘euphoria’ ). but then i realized that cyrelle probably never got in too deep with her therapist before she stopped going. so, that scene would’ve just been cyrelle saying something like “oh i guess august was one of my friends from darkwood” and not really expanding much on that singular fact because she MUST be Unknowable even to the people she pays to know her. it wouldn’t have been very interesting for anyone to read or for me to write. but let it be known that the idea came to me & i still ended up settling for what cyrelle probably would have written about august in her diary, if she was the type of person to document her uncensored thoughts. which she is not, but for the sake of this prompt she is and she has a green leuchtturm1917 notebook. also idk if i need to clarify this, but these are just excerpts from what i imagine are longer diary entries — i’m only writing out the parts where she directly references august ( since that’s the prompt ) b/c i cannot be bothered to write out every single thought cyrelle had outside of him. but i just wanted to point that out so that no one’s reading this & left thinking “is august ALL she would write about?” no, probably not, i’m just really lazy!

NOVEMBER 17, 2010

MX brought the new American boy over today. The one who “replaced” Eddie. It’s so fucked up, that the Michaels just went all the way to the States and got another kid to take his place in their home. I wanted to ask if he knew about the son they kicked out before him, but I didn’t. What if he didn’t know? Then I’d have to be the one to tell him about Eddie, and that’s not really my story to tell. Plus I didn’t want him to start getting worried about possibly getting tossed to the curb, too, on the off chance that he gets accused of a horrible crime that no one can actually prove he committed. Besides, he’ll get more than his fill of Darkwood gossip soon enough. He’s already at the center of some of it — Sharleen McKinnon said he had a “record” in the States. Don’t know what the fuck that means or how she knows all that. She didn’t have much else to say after I tossed her in the dumpster.

NOVEMBER 20, 2010

Apparently August is from West Virginia, yet he somehow hasn’t seen “October Sky.” Tragic.

NOVEMBER 22, 2010

Made August watch “October Sky” with me, & realized too late that I had talked all the way through it. I don’t know if he remembered a single character’s name by the end because I kept going on about the stupid Space Race. He didn’t seem too annoyed by me, though, & I loaned him my copy of the DVD to make up for it. So I think we’re fine.

DECEMBER 3, 2010

There aren’t many things as funny as the look on August’s face after he realized that ordering “bacon” at Roy’s means getting the kind that’s not streaky. Welcome to England, friend.

MARCH 11, 2012

God, I really just told Sierra that one of my professors is “plumb crazy.” Fucking August.

SEPTEMBER 9, 2014

Holy fuck, August was there, too. Fuck fuck fuck FUCK.

JULY 8, 2016

Fuck, I actually did text August last night. I’m such a fucking mess. How do I not remember that? Is it worse if I just don’t explain myself? I doubt he’d want to hear from me again. 

OCTOBER 29, 2019

How the fuck do I forget my own birthday, yet August still remembers it? I know I didn’t wish him a happy birthday when his came around. I’m such a loser.

JANUARY 30, 2020

I can’t fucking stand that mural. I hate that I have to see their faces every time I come back into town. It’s marvelous and he’s so talented and I hate it. How is it that he goes through something that horrific and creates something so beautiful from it? I used to always think we were more alike than different, but I can’t create shit. I go through shitty situations and come out of them an even shittier person who contributes absolutely nothing to society. It’s better that we don’t really talk anymore because then I don’t think I can pretend to love this thing he created. He deserves all the praise in the world and I can’t even fucking give him the bare minimum compliment. Nina and George would be so proud of it, Rachel would love to be able to see it. And I can’t stand to even look at it. I fucking suck.

FEBRUARY 21, 2014 ( ROMAN RELOADED — THE RE-UP )

It’s funny, I missed him more than I realized I did. And he never actually left. That’s kind of a tragedy in and of itself — losing someone you could’ve had all along, if things had just been a little different.

[pameladesate-blog]

Varsity girl

On the 11th day of January 2003, Pamela Bugayong Desate was born at Camiling ,Tarlac.She is the younger among the 3 children of Mr. Leandro Salonga Desate and Mrs. Ruth Bugayong Desate.The family currently resides at Barangay Cacamilingan Norte,Camiling ,Tarlac.Her goals is to become a literate in the near future,to help her family.And she wants to be a Doctor someday,to help other people.

On the year 2009 she attended school at the age of 5 at Camiling East central Elementary School.In the middle of 2009, her mother go to paris to work for their daily needs.So that their father is the only one who take care of them.At the same year her grandfather died,her mother was not anble to go back home.So her mother’s siblings are the one who go home and help their grandmother with their grandfather’s funeral.At year 2010 she attended her 1st grade at the same school where in she show an excellent performance at her room.Also she have a high grades and get the top 7 until on her 3rd grade.Then on her 5th grade she joined the try outs fir varsity,but unfortunately she did not pass the try out.On her 6th grade she joined the try out again,and to her luck she was able to become a varsity player.It is her first time to join a competition and represent her school because for her it is a big honor for them.They compete at District meet also at Municipal meet and they manage to surpass all of their opponents,but when Provincial meet came they lost and won as a 3rd place.They are happy even though they lost because atleast they did their best.

Until she enrolled at Camiling Catholic School where in she also joined the varsity team.In her 1st year she adjust to jer srroundings because highschool life is harder than way back when elementary days.Also she would have a new partner.As time pass by they bond with each other so that they will be comfortable with each other and no awkwardness.Then Alliance of Private School in Tarlac Province(APSTAP)came,they lost in the semifinals and won as a 3rd place.their coaches are Mr. Rafael Guillermo and Mrs. Fe Ayap who congratulate them even though they lost they still support their players.Their coaches give advice to them that they should workhard for it and on the nextyear event they will get the championship.

Also she met her first bestfriend Jherica Andres,her bestfriend was supportive on what she do and is always there by her side when never she needs a comfort.

At her 2nd year in high school she is still part of the varsity team,she started her year under the advisory of Ms. Cyrelle Joy Pascasio Bautista.At the month of September 2016 held at the Camiling Catholic School was the Camcs Intramurals Day.The event was 3 to 4 days,on the first day it was a parade ceremony where in all sections wore their class shirts.In the afternoon it was the start of all the games,as time pass by their section collect a lot of medals from bronze, silver, and gold.For them to get the title of an overall champion,they must get a huge amount of gold medals.But unfortunately the section of Saint Louis Bertrand did not get the title of being an overall champion,because they did not surpass the amount of gold medals of Saint Dominic de Guzman class.With the score of 30-32 gold medals Saint Dominic class take home the title.They are happy even though they did not get the overall champion,they still celebrate for their hardwork.

at her 9th grade she met a new friend and she was able to find a close friend and a boy bestfriend.Her bestfriends named Darleen Quibuyen,Jemaelyn Conde ,Railey Velasco ,Chiyome Ramos ,and Teresa Lopez.Then the rules on their school change,not that much but it was a change that she should must try out to become a varsity player again.She was able to got and start their training for the coming athlete year event.Her set up this time is being a single player,at the apstap meet she surpass all of her opponents together with the support of her new coach Ms. Kristelle joy Salazar and her teammates.

Same as at the Provincial meet where in her last match was against the depending champion of provincial meet for 5 years.She is one of the representative of Tarlac Province together eith her new teammates incliding Alren Mercado,Josa Olmillo ,Nicole Tiglao ,Aj Ladrillo,Lemuel David,Teofillo Luzon And Kenji Rivera.It was a happy moment for her meeting new friends and making some memorable memories.CLRAA 2018 was held at Malolos, Bulacan where in all of the representative of Tarlac province slept at the Bulacan state University,and it is finished on the day of March 2, 2018 .

At her 10th grade her father died on July 25, 2018.It was unexpected for them because,though they mourned for their father’s death.Many people comes to the funeral of her father also the Camcs teachers and other students.Her friends and classmates come often to cheer her up.Then the last quarter came where in, they should make a cheerdance for their performance task in Mapeh.It was hard than they think,they thought they would not finish the dance,but unity happened.On the day of Saturday it was their last quarterly exam then after that is the performing of the cheerdance.All of the Saint Albert the Great was nervous because they think their dance will be unattractive.As the performance going they sigh in relief because they hear the audiences cheering for them,shouting and seem to be satisfy of what they are watching.At the end of their performace they shouted at glee because they finished their dance.

Then the last 1 week for them to bond with each other as a section.It is the saddest moment for her,because after that 1 week it is time to goodbye.Until days pass by, it is the day of their Moving up ceremony.Their adiviser was very proud of them,because at lazt they make it and they all went up on stage.In her life Saint Albert the Great wiil always be remain on her heart,best section ever.ALBERTUS MAGNUS MABANGIS.

[viviangrad702]

I feel like this eye effect is quite striking but in order to make it more ominous, I might try crossing out the eyes with the letter ‘x’. This post includes some more pictures of the analogue methods.

I got feedback from Cyrelle and it might be more effective to remove the 3 exclamations from the top. 

I also think I’ll nee to create a net and physically print it out.

[rachelbflynn]

Hottest people in darkwood?

“I mean, obviously Nina’s at the top of any list having to do with physical attractiveness,” and personality, intelligence, corny jokes that you feel ridiculous laughing at, the list goes on and on. “Cyrelle, Nat, Fawna, Lillian...August and Eddie.” The redhead shrugs. “Everyone here’s rather attractive, actually. Until people like Nik and Storm open their mouths, of course.” 

[fckaugust]

@cyrellea​

august believed that his theory made sense. and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not. if it were true, then there could be thousands of him out there that he had no control over. the man he just was was no longer him. did it disprove or prove the existence of a soul ? although such were usually in line with religion, august still took a certain comfort in believing they did exist, even if they ceased to just as soon as you did. but would this mean he had one and there were thousands with none ? would it mean he had thousands ? or would it mean he had none ?

however, he hadn’t even gotten a second opinion on how logical it was ( well... he kind of had in the form of lydia, but that was more a case of him sharing an idea and her listening ). it seemed to line up with the ‘parallel universe’ theory, but was that a legitimate theory ? or closer to conspiracy ? he knew of only one person he trusted to tell him how likely it was... 

“ i’ve been thinkin’ more about this lately, ” he prefaced ( with a very dangerous sentence ), “ and i was thinkin’... there are people here who do and don’t remember the ‘first’ 2014. but what if that wasn’t the first ? what if it was just... our main one. our 2014. ” he cocked his head to the side and continued, “ ‘cause everyone’s actin’ like we just rewound, but what if it’s more like... our 2021 selves still exist, but they ain’t... us... anymore ? like, it ain’t that this is the same timeline but new, it’s... a whole new one, ‘least starting when we all woke up... ” august rambled, finding great difficulty in verbally articulating his theory to cyrelle. maybe it was because it was cyrelle, maybe it because he wasn’t much of a talker, maybe it was because it was too big an idea to flawlessly vocalize... “ that make any sense ? ”