#elia tatehira

[vicioushauntings]

vivansh dalal && elia tatehira

The Glitz Blitz was a horrible idea that Viv refused to participate in. He wouldn’t watch. He tore down the posters that were stuck against the side of his peach cart. The local cafe that Vivansh liked to frequent for pastries only spoke of the contestants. So he stopped visiting. The last time…the last sacrifices…they were still too fresh in his mind. And then whispers of Elia’s name drift their way into his orchard. Like a bloodhound, Viv drops everything and stalks his way to the source of the rumors - the arena on Whale Island itself. How could Elia have been entered? He doesn’t believe she had done so of her own volition. Just after he takes his seat does Elia appear on stage. Screams ensure, blood splatters — good goddess, what had she become? He wants to look away. He can’t look anywhere else. Eyes blink, and Elia has vanished from the playing field. Where had she gone? Where had they taken her? Unable to stand the sight of the arena for another minute, Vivansh turns his back to any further bloodshed. He walks and walks and walks. Mist curls around his ankles, deep in the Wildwoods, when Vivansh finally realizes where he is. How had his legs taken him here? Peace of mind? He’d once begged Peaches to run away with him under that old willow tree - which Vivansh was certain hadn’t aged a day — and unless his eyes deceived him…how could it be that she still stood in that same spot? The breeze blows at her hair, and Vivansh remembers his mistake. It’s Elia now. Not Peaches, or any other name from previous iterations of her life. He doesn’t want to startle her, yet that old heart still softens in his chest. Even without remembering a thing, they were both still drawn to the same haunted grounds. He clears his throat. “I…I understand if you need space,” A cursed blood. No other explanation existed. He couldn’t begin to imagine the thoughts presently running through her mind. “I…I didn’t expect you to be here. I didn’t expect anyone to be here. But I’m - I’m still glad to see you —“ He adds. “Just…unexpected. Do…do you mind if I sit here a while? I...I understand if you'd prefer to be alone.”

@ofeventide

[vicioushauntings]

He loves this time of the day. The sun hasn’t begun setting yet, but purple hues lurk just under the horizon. His skin feels warm - but not to the point where he’s quite sweating. And, given Elia’s presence by his side, it’s a fact that he’s grateful for. This is always the awkward part. When he meets her again. He knows so much about her - her favorite color, the fuzzy blanket that she used to pull tight around her shoulders in the cold, even how she’ll hesitantly look over to him. There’s a desire in the pit of his belly to put his hands on each shoulder and stop Elia right in her tracks. He wishes he could explain everything right then and there, move to the easy part, make up for the decades he’d waited for her to return to him.

Unfortunately, their relationship never worked like that.

So he allows her to look - to steal glances of him - while he leads her to his orchard. Which, truthfully, is her orchard, even if she doesn’t recall that fact yet. “Yes, I grew most of these on my own. I start the seeds inside, and once they’re big enough, I move them out here,” He explains. “When it comes time to harvest them, I’ll hire a few people to help. There’s so many that they’ve grown a tad beyond me but...” When he looks upon the trees, a smile becomes painted on his face. “You could say this is my life’s work. These trees...mean everything to me,” Although he speaks of the trees, Viv’s eyes settle on Elia. “Do you like peaches?” He asks, despite knowing the answer. “There should be some ripe ones. Choose whichever you’d like.”

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞, featuring @vicioushauntings.

⸻ Strolling along the tree-lined path, the scent of freshly baked goods lingers in the air. The late afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the countryside, illuminating Elia's delicate features as she fidgets with the strap of her bag. She kept her gaze low, allowing her hair to cover the sides of her face in an effort to hide the warm hues on her cheeks. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she felt a strange magnetism towards the man walking at her side; a connection that both excited and unnerved her. It felt all wrong, standing so close to someone else, when half of her said to run, and the other half begged to stay, even just for five more minutes.

Beneath her locks, she gently shakes her head, like she was telling herself to knock it off. This was absolutely not a date.

Still, as they walked, the stronger her internal battle became. She stole tiny glances at him, inhaled his scent when he strolled a little closer to her side. His words, his gestures, every interaction seemed to hold a weight that defied mere friendship, in a way, it felt like he'd been holding a part of himself back; like he knew something she didn't. As time continued, tension grew like a seed in her gut. She couldn't do the quiet thing, it left too much room in her brain for her to overthink. As they approach the orchard, she slows her pace and admires the lines of blossoming peach trees. "...you really grew all of these on your own?" she marvels and nibbles on the warm chocolate croissant he'd bought her from the bakery, "Sheesh, Vi, I've gotta say...you've got a lot of time on your hands."

[cagliostrohq]

AND SO THE TOURNAMENT NEARS ITS END...

Valiant fighters are knocked out of the competition as The Glitz Blitz tournament nears its conclusion. As the public is swept up in spectacle and promises of riches beyond their wildest dreams, talk of sacrifices has dwindled. It's easy to store the worries away in the back of your mind, lean back, and enjoy the circus. The royal family intends to ride this wave of newfound favor until the leak published by The Daily Grail is all but a distant memory. 

A celebratory MASQUERADE PARTY will be held at nightfall inside the palace’s grand ballroom, where the massive event is an open invitation to the public. Announcements go up, revealing that a public vote will be held in the days leading up to the celebration in which contestants eliminated from The Glitz Blitz can try again for a final round!

The masquerade’s theme is HEAVENS AND EARTH! Feel free to post edits or graphics of what your muse's outfit will be, as they will count towards activity!

If you were entered into the tournament, the royals have required attendance at the party so you won’t miss your name being called during the reveal of the people’s vote. After all, there’s a very steep, one billion phil penalty to pay for deserting the competition.

They will announce the people’s vote when the clock strikes midnight, so until then: dance, drink, and be merry to your heart’s content!

HOW TO PARTICIPATE IN THE PUBLIC VOTE:

To participate in the public vote, there will be a guarded voting booth at the masquerade for contestant names to be written on! To cast it, make a short post of your muse writing down their favorite contestant based on what they witnessed in their first match. It does not need to be long -- a few, short sentences will do great and counts towards activity! Have your muse's reasoning for writing down the name be in-character, and pick who they really would choose! It does not have to be lengthy — a few sentences will do great! The following muses are eligible to be voted for and are linked to the self-para that showcases their introductory round:

Daeneryn of Varael, representing House Vanitas

Jebidiah, representing House Vanitas

Skeeter Higgins, representing House Vanitas

Khione Tallheart, representing House Fraser

Elia Tatehira, representing House Beltran

Dorothy Alimjan, representing House Beltran

Valerie Kaur, representing House Beltran

Gabriella Ryu, representing House Beltran

Petyr Steele, representing Orre Town

Song Min, representing Selphia

BUT THE MAGICAL HIJINKS ARE ONLY BEGINNING...

Unbeknown to the public, a handful of naughty monsters belonging to the species of Flora Guardians and Blood Flowers have enchanted the party's food with cursed spores. They snuck past the palace's monster wards by startling a Mirage Element until it accidentally teleported them all inside. 

The contaminated food will be irresistibly tasty to encourage you to continue consuming it. It creates urges to party, to dance in a faerie madness-like frenzy, distorts perceptions of time until midnight has long-since passed without anyone noticing, and to cause minor hallucinations.

You may notice your friends who've sampled the appetizer table are soon acting incredibly strange. The cursed spores can turn even the shyest of wallflowers into an uninhibited party animal, who swears they never want to leave the masquerade! What can you possibly do about it besides sticking to the champagne, no matter how delicious those platters of cakes and tarts look?

In order to break free from the enchantment, the party-goers will need to catch the skittish Mirage Element that blips in-and-out of the palace in a white spark of teleportation light. Can you convince the enchanted to put down their wine goblets, slip off their dancing shoes, and catch this nervous beast? The spores left dusted on its body can be used to create an antidote to the enchantment!  

ENJOY YOURSELF AND FORGET YOUR TROUBLES...

Of course, the royal family has not forgotten about the selection of sacrifices for The Boundary. Unbeknown to the public, the names of sacrifices will be revealed quickly and the masquerade festivities are yet another distraction. (Now that you mention it, doesn’t Princess Calista herself have a pet Mirage Element?)

The Glitz Blitz Masquerade begins from now until October 6th! Keep your eyes on the main for additional plot drops, especially about these...pesky sacrifices!

[bludstaind]

𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝

accepting asks on all characters from this post! feel free to come up with your own ask well! please remember to specify which muse the ask is for, otherwise it will be randomized!

character list:

dollie alimjan

chiba odiria

elia tatehira (no intro yet sorry!!!)

jacqueline asinastra

[bludstaind]

⸻  𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 ; penned by ana. 21+, she/her, est.

this is an independent, multi-muse roleplay blog for cagliostrohq featuring the following characters: jacqueline asinastra, elia tatehira, roland fortis, and arturo del toro.

this blog is run by a mun over the age of 18+ and may contain mature or dark content that will be tagged accordingly.

[grxmincvdescxnce]

the trading post, as likely implied somewhere within its moniker and general location, was a shameless little tourist trap. it also lay among daeneryn’s final threads of hope, a fleeting wonder placed towards the idea that this slog of a journey — in a matter that should have been handled by anyone but her — was in fact a complete waste of precious time.

when her gaze finally lands on something vaguely worthwhile, her expression isn’t as gleeful as one may expect, but scrutinizing and utterly suspicious. her time to examine the piece, however, was cut short by the appearance and apparent demands of another. “yeah, well, tell you what kid ..” she begins, never mind the fact that the strange girl was just about her height anyway — an easier success to claim, considering — and likely about her age. "you help me find a replacement in this godforsaken shitfuck," her grin as she swivels on her heel to present the token of their shared affection is littered in sharp teeth, a hint of slyness curling into her feline-like features. the chipped, dark polish of her nails is also on full display, matching the tattered look of her ripped up denim-like skirt, fishnets, and cropped tee with obscenities and 'DGF' printed along the chest. “and you can win it fair and square. i need something for a chick and it has to be awesome, you hear, man? no dumbass flowers, okay?”

while assuming acceptance, the blonde doesn’t delve into any further detail, awaiting the response to everything stated thus far before deciding on what else to offer.

status: closed for @grxmincvdescxnce / 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 & 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞.

⸻ In a charming part of Whale Island, amidst the forest trees and rolling hills, stands Runey's Trading Post — a ramshackle shop filled with oddities and trinkets. It's weathered sign creaks in the gentle breeze, welcoming both curious tourists and seasoned locals. Elia, with her dark eyes alight with wonder, stepped into the cluttered interior, the soft chime of the bell announcing her arrival. Her purpose today was simple and heartfelt, she sought the perfect gift for Benny.

In her quest of the ideal gift, her eyes fall upon a stranger standing before the perfect, captivating item that she'd spent days searching for. Filled with desperation, she mustered up the courage to approach the other, "Um, sorry to bother you," she begins, keeping her distance, "I've been trying to find something to buy my dad for days, and I guess you managed to pick this up before me. Technically I saw it first-" she stops herself, trying to remember that you'll catch more bees with honey than you will with vinegar, "- what I mean is, can I please have that? It'll make an old man happy, and save me from panic-buying another flannel shirt."

[ofeventide]

⸻ KNOW THAT WHEN YOU LEAVE, know that when you leave, BY BLOOD AND BY ME, you walk like a thief, AND I FALL WHEN YOU LEAVE, so tell me when you hear my heart stop. YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT KNOWS.

ELIA TATEHIRA ───  INTRO . PINTEREST .  PLAYLIST  .   THREADS  .  VISUALS  

THIS IS AN INDEPENDENT ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR CAGLIOSTROHQ, penned by ANA. this blog is run by a mun over the age of 18+ and may contain mature or dark content that will be tagged accordingly.

[cagliostrohq]

Your adventure begins here, ANA. it’s dangerous to go alone! before starting your journey, make sure to FOLLOW OUR STARTER BLOG, and go over THIS CHECKLIST! you have 48 HOURS to post in-character and send in your blog to the main.

(nana komatsu, she/her, cursed blood) To NANAI ELIA TATEHIRA, the whole world looks like an open page. With a leap of faith, their ability of SENSORY SCRYING grows a little stronger.  They are an OTTER shade aligned to BELTRAN. For TWENTY-SEVEN  years, they have survived a world of magic with both their PROTECTIVE ATTITUDE and RETICENCE. They work as a CONVENIENCE STORE CLERK, but if they could change their fate, they’d want to BREAK THEIR CURSE. (ana, 25, she/her, est) 

[vicioushauntings]

elia tatehira && vivansh dalal

⸻ Her cheeks flush pink when she hears his laughter, realizing her comment about the freaky peaches had earned her a genuine reaction. Her expression softens, and though she remains guarded, the tiniest hint of a grin tugs at the corners of her lips. “You never know, maybe you’re growing peaches that taste like watermelons or kiwis or something,” she quipped, a soft laugh finally escaping. For the first time in a long time, she felt lighthearted; it was something she hadn’t experienced with anyone outside of Benny. It doesn’t take long for her to realize this, and for it to put her on edge; how do you learn to let go and enjoy the world around you when it’s always been so cruel?

She’s quiet as they stroll deeper into the orchards, observing the trees that get older the further down they go. She watches him, a mix of fascination and wariness painted on her features. In a way, his passion for his older trees felt infectious, as though they were old friends she was meeting once again for the first time in ages. “I guess I’d never really paid much attention to plants before,” she admits with a shrug, breaking her own silence, “they’re beautiful and important and I know it’s not the…expected response, but I guess I’ve just always been caught up in everything else.” Everything else, of course, meaning something much more grim, but she had no plans to divulge the subject further.

The mention of his greenhouse and the possibility of taking a seedling home surprised her. The idea of having a piece of her orchard in her own home felt so intimate, so overwhelming. Her guarded nature fights to keep her emotions in check, determined not to let her vulnerabilities be exposed…even if she couldn’t deny the fluttering in her chest. “Take one home…with me?” she asks, catching her lip between her teeth, “I think that’s a recipe for disaster, I’ll end up killing it and Benny will want to throw a whole peach funeral.” Her eyes lower from his, her voice a little more quiet now, and she continues.

“Maybe it’d be better if I came back and you showed me your greenhouse, you can show me your seedlings…teach me about plants?”

With a grin as wide as his face, Vivansh tosses his head from one side to the other, as if weighing her suggestions. “A watermelon flavored peach? A kiwi flavored peach? I wouldn’t know where to begin with that. I know about splicing and cross-pollinating...but flavors from different fruits is a bit beyond my realm of knowledge,” There was always magic, of course, but Viv doesn’t believe his magic to be capable of that. And even if it were -- fruits from the earth rather than magically adapted ones not only tasted better, but made him feel better. Healthier. More alive. “Still...I like the way you think. And it’s not such a bad idea. Maybe I’ll see if anyone knows anything about changing the flavor of the fruit. We could even call them Elia’s Peaches -- I couldn’t take credit for your idea, now. Any other brilliant suggestions?” 

This is the part that Viv never wishes to forget; he loves the way her mind works, the ideas she deems outlandish and beyond belief. If he could dedicate his life to bringing every one of them to light, than he certainly would. More than anything, he wishes he could be a microscopic fly on the inside of her mind, able to hear all her thoughts and observations - was she actually interested in his orchard, or just playing nice? What did she know about plants? How had her life differed this time around? He has so much he wishes to ask and know and understand...but when she doesn’t explain, Vivansh worries pressing her any further would lead him to losing her again.

It had been too many years since he’d felt this nervous in front of someone before, he’d almost forgotten what it was like.

“Do you like reading?” He asks. “I have a few books that might interest you. But I’ve always been a more hands-on learner myself,” He explains. “I can’t say I’ve ever been to a peach funeral before, but it sounds like quite the affair,” Shoulders shake with his laughter. “We can always start off easier. Ferns are nearly impossible to kill...though I don’t have  any in my greenhouse here,” Another potential afternoon to spend with her, if she would so have him. “If you’d like to come back, it would be my pleasure to show you everything I know,” When he grins, his teeth seem to sparkle in the sunlight. “But perhaps you should be certain I know what I’m talking about when it comes to fruit trees first. Here --” They’ve reached further into the orchard, and Viv steps off the path to pull a peach from a higher branch of the nearby tree. “Give me your most honest opinion of it.”

[vicioushauntings]

elia tatehira && vivansh dalal

⸻ As the falling sun kissed the orchard trees, the aroma of ripening peaches filled the air. It was a tangible reminder of the sweetness that could be found amidst uncertainty. She couldn’t deny the strange mixture of nerves and curiosity that fluttered like butterflies in her stomach, but still, as much as she wanted to believe in the possibility of something more, her guarded nature was a fortress in which she was far too reluctant to let down. Even with the little stolen glances and the magnetic pull she felt, it wasn’t just fear for her heart that kept her at a safe distance, but also the burn that always lingered in the back of her throat. It all served the same purpose, all pulled her back to the same conclusion every time she allowed hope to pull at her heart strings. Don’t get close. Why couldn’t he say something wrong? Why did he have to be so sweet, so…pleasant? The hues of the orchard painted a picturesque scene, the glow warming everything it touched. Elia shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and she toyed with the edge of her sleeve; her actions betraying the conflict within. “That does sound…nice,” she finally says, her gaze lowered, a hint of grumbliness to her voice. “I mean, peaches are cool, I guess.” She trails off, leaving her answer ambiguous enough, for what reason? She didn’t even know. Did he have to be so passionate about what he did, and so cute when he talked, too? This was sick. “Why do you ask? Are you trying to make me some freaky peachy test subject or something?” Finally, she takes nervous breath, and her dark eyes rise up to meet his. In an attempt to be nice and let the bratty exterior melt away for a moment, she starts over. “Alright, alright…fine! You win! I’ll try the peaches…but only if you tell me which ones are your favorites.”

“...Freaky peach test subject?” Her words bring a hearty laugh from his lungs. His shoulders shake at the image of it. “Do you think I grow mutant peaches here? Peaches that don’t taste like peaches?” What would be the point in that? Still, he admires how she thinks. Experimental peaches? He can’t even imagine what that would look like. “I’ll eat a peach first, if it makes you feel any better. Picked freshly off the tree. They’re just plane jane ordinary peaches. But if you want to visit my favorite tree –” Both hands are shoved back in the pockets of his pants, and his head nods past the first set of trees they’ve come across. “It’s a bit of a walk. It’ll be the older trees in the orchard,”

Although he begins walking deeper into the grove of trees, Vivansh turns his head to ensure Elia follows just by him. “I feel like with the older trees…I have a bit more of a connection to them? I’m not sure if it makes much sense…but they’ve been around a little longer…so I know a little more what to expect from them than the newer plants? Which ones have the sweeter fruit…that sort of thing,” He tries to explain. But what Viv truthfully wants isn’t a sweet peach - he’d really rather hold Elia’s hand. Too soon. Much too soon, he has to remind himself of the fact. He may remember everything about her, but to Elia, he’s nothing more than a stranger who invited her to the bakery, and then back to his orchard.

“Do you know much about plants?” He asks, curious about where she grew up this time. “If you decide er…that you’d like to come back…I can always show you the greenhouse where I start the seedlings. Only if you’d like to…of course…” He doesn’t mean to think so far ahead already, but his excitement of seeing her again is difficult to contain when he’d been lead to believe that her time in this world had been completely severed. “Or…ah…you can always take a seedling back to your home. If you want to. I understand gardening isn’t for everyone, though, so don’t feel like you have to.”