#ever-winter

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

“This is one of my favorites, do you know what it does? Why, I’ll demonstrate.” - Dottore / Cyno

It was difficult to breathe in this place; difficult to even think with clarity. Though, where the latter was concerned, Cyno had no doubt much of the responsibility lay on whatever substance had to be running through his veins at that moment, sedating his mind, blocking out all the adrenaline his brain desperately craved, trying to kick in his fight or flight instincts.

The place was probably not that chaotic, but to Cyno, at that moment, it felt as though every little sound and light that surrounded him was amplified and deafening. From the low buzzing of fluorescent lights, to the beeping of machines he'd never seen before. The harbinger's words and footsteps overlapped with that noise like a rustling ladle in boiling water.

Bound at the wrists, the ankles, and probably other places he couldn't fully register, he'd become aware of the cold metal of his cuffs only when it had started to sink and hurt his skin. He knew he should feel panic, he recognized that sickening tug in his stomach and chest; he felt his own lungs contract and expand quickly for more air, but it was all so... dull.

And just what was this man about to do? Squinting through the burning white of the lights pointed straight down on him from above, Cyno couldn't even fully find his figure. Only a vague sense of the direction il Dottore's voice had come from, to his right.

Was he about to do something to him? To something else in the room? Or bluffing?

At that moment, Cyno felt his resolve waver. He'd put on a brave face so far; been stubborn and defiant. But it only seemed to get worse, and worse. If some divine providence was on the way, it was becoming apparent now that it needed far longer than the General had hoped.

He needed time.

"Stop... Make it stop...!" He managed to speak, and that alone took effort like lifting a giant boulder. "I'll do what you ask... I yield."

Words had never tasted more bitter.

[charlotte-liddel]

@ever-winter asked:

"You never quite know what could be lurking in the shadows" - Dottore

"And you never can quite see the shadows that hide in the light without risking going blind." Charlotte was treating him with a clear measure of caution. She was well aware enough who he was, and the events in Sumeru he had a hand in.

"So, can I help you?" Her tone was less than enthused, as she checked over the satchel holding herbs and flowers she had just recently harvested. She was really wanting to get these processed for drying sooner rather than later.

[frozcnlight]

@ever-winter asked: 036, a masquerade ball. - Dottore set the scene - always accepting

A grand masquerade in honor of the Tsaritsa. Miran stood since hours close to the drinks, rather than mingling with the people who ever had came here. Had she not wished to visit it after all. However, she could not leave her older sister alone - at least if she heeded the words of their father. Her gaze searched for the other, slightly taller woman. However, she had already lost sight of her as soon as they had entered the grand ballroom, running off to some people she disclaimed she knew. However, with how little they went outside, Miran liked to question such a thing in her mind.

Were they after all only here, so the older one could perhaps somebody who’d catch her eye. A suitor, that would one day ask for her hand. The blonde grimaced at such thought. Though in age herself and therefore knowing that she would one day have to face the same fate, she did not wish to do so. Marrying, bearing somebody’s children one day? No. It did not appeal to her at all.

The blonde took a sip of the glass she had taken from the table that now stood behind her, after taking a step forward. She watched silently, until there was movement beside her. Nothing unusual, as many came here - mostly with friends, their partner or whoever. Men and women alike sometimes also were alone, sent to bring drinks to the group they stood at and talked with. However, something caught her attention there.

“Am I standing in the way?”, she asked, her tone a tad too impolite for her own taste, when it had been her who should be sneered at after all. She was the one blocking some of the glasses after all. However, the fact that she had to look up so high to see the man’s face - he was way too tall - was upsetting to her. Why couldn’t she have grown as tall as her sister?

“Pardon, I make way if you wish so, sir.”.

[squidsavior-m]

@ever-winter ( Arlecchino ) wanted a starter.

“Okay, with that many hair colors that’s a bit too much.”

Her routine was simple enough of being the babysitter for Teucer, as this wasn’t the first time she had done this before. Without wanting to say much she had the feeling that Teucer would be the one that would have the rebellion phase… he has been quite a troublemaker at times.

“I’ll make sure he only has one. Two at most. Kids need… some form of self-expression, right? But it shouldn’t get too out of hand.”

[dinomites]

@ever-winter | "It's either you or them, take your pick." - Dottore to Collei

"...why did you have to bring them into this?" Talk about a foul move. He dares bring up the Forest Rangers into this?

"Leave them alone, Doctor."

[starlitwishes]

"Hello again" - Dottore & Wrenn (he wanted to bully *shrugs*)

Was it carelessness that brought him back, or was it just his own fate that lead him right back to hell?

Really, Wrenn had no idea.

The last thing he remembered was blacking out. He couldn't even remember why he blacked out--just that it was a familiar face who had done it.

That familiar face that he used to love and adore so dearly had gone cold and distant, and apparently, had tied him up and gagged him. A perfect sitting duck for the Doctor who was now speaking to him.

Panic filled Wrenn's chest immediately, and he yelled through the gag as he cowered away. Eyes widened, he was already scrambling and backing himself into a corner, body trembling and tears immediately forming in his eyes.

No--he couldn't be back here. Not again. Not again, Not a g a i n--

Wrenn screamed again through the gag, using every inch of his strength to struggle against it and his bounds--but it was no use. He couldn't escape.

He was right back in hell--and this time, it was about to get a whole lot worse.

[hopeful-hugz]

“Well, it’s good to know some things never change. At least he seems to be having a good time.” Don’t mind Hope playing onlooker while she cleans her equipment.

[hcttrick]

🌀 - have a concerned father

Lyney was trying his best to hide the deep gash across his back that wrapped halfway around his lower abdomen as he had some bandages on it but the crimson red was still threating to flow out, he managed to tighten that part and keep it hidden under his cape and inner shirt but it was still causing him great pain but he would have to tolerate it as he soon heard Father's voice.

He slowly turns around before speaking, trying to look at the one who took him and Lynette into the House of the Hearth.

"Hello Father, how is everything faring for you? Any new missions for me, Lynette and Freminet that you need taken care of?"

[bishopony]

first post of my new fusion series! This is Dizzy Spell, fusion of Twilight and Ditzy Doo c:

(she's currently pending purchase through instagram, but going forward these fusions will be available to adopt <3 )

[charlotlie]

bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

[mcuntainbcrn]

"...so lantern rites coming up again...should we go?" - Hayate ~

"I don't see why not - it's a pleasant change of pace." and given the year they'd had, they could definitely use some peace, that was for sure; and given the heavy Milelith presence, and the ever watchful eyes of the adepti, as well as one who hid in plain sight, there was at least a slight chance they would have about as stress free festive period as anyone else.

"Considering how...eventful things have been, I think a few weeks of blissful mediocrity sounds lovely."

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

"...I suppose I forgot all about you hmm?" - Dottore/Cyno (in reality the muns just super slow getting to her threads xDD sorry!!)

"Wouldn't that be nice..." Cyno's words were rhetorical to the point of losing any questioning inflection. He didn't doubt for a second the Fatui's memory worked well enough to remember him. Nor did he believe Dottore genuinely hoped to convince him otherwise.

This was mere teasing, like a bored cat playing with prey.

"Found something more interesting to entertain yourself with?" He asked from the other side of the cage. "Or were you simply frustrated that you weren't getting your expected results from keeping me in here? I didn't take you for a quitter."

[frozcnhearts]

@ever-winter asked: “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” - Aether / Childe

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 - always accepted

For how long had he slept? He didn't even need to open his eyes to realize, that night had ceased.

With his gloved hand, Aether brushed from his chin, over one half of his face, up to his forehead into strands of his hair. Lingering there a little while, as the blonde tried to get used to this blinding light the sun proved to be. He could barely hold back a yawn, his body still feeling so unbearable weary. Though, for once it had been a rather dreamless sleep. Nightmares of his sister, who he had always been unable to reach, hadn’t haunted him like they always tended to. Yet, it gave him a somewhat somber mood.

For a while he just sat there. Motionless, in still the same position. One or two minutes did it take, before his hand finally sunk, so he could look at his black gloves. Did it often take some time, for him to truly wake up. Unless something of urgent was to do.

“Did I?”, he finally said, after his hand has fully been lowered back to the ground. Touching the green grass underneath. Amber eyes scanning for his white haired companion, who would usually have screamed at Childe with her high pitched voice. But perhaps, she too was still sleeping right now. Which made the atmosphere somewhat awkward to him. Aether didn’t really have much to say, for he was no big talker. Nor did he know if he should apologize for it - or for having talked hours and hours about the stars to the ginger haired male.

So much to not a big talker - but, this was one of the topics he could never talk enough about.

“I’m sorry for that.”, he finally said in his usual, soft tone. Finally lifting his head too, which had leant against the Harbinger’s shoulder, “Did you have somewhere to go?”. A actually dumb question, as he realized himself right after he ended his question. If he had somewhere to go, Childe would have simply left. Aether actually even wondered, that he was still here. But perhaps, he did understand the people of this world less than he thought after all.

[frozcnlight]

@ever-winter: 006, a swing set in an empty playground at night. - Childe

set the scene - always accepted

Night had engulfed Mondstadt into it’s usual darkness. Strolling through the empty streets for, knew the archons how long, Miran had found what seemed like an abandoned play ground. It was far outside of the walls. Further, than she usually went. Sitting on a piece of flat wooden, which both short ends were attached to thick ropes. Which too, were bound to wood - it was hard to explain actually. However, after she had sat down it seemed easy to swing forth and back. Startled at first, she had stomped her feet stubbornly on the soil of the grass underneath her. Holding her hands tightly at the ropes, as if fearing to fall off otherwise. However, after getting adjusted to the feeling, she just sat there comfortable now. 

There were two of those things and for a moment she thought about, how creepy it would be if it’d just started moving.

Her eyes soon were set on night sky above her, ingulfing her mind in the silence.

Not even the sounds from monsters was to be heard, which was worrisome. But at the same time, put her at ease. It was, like this was a whole other world. One, where fear of easily dying wasn’t as prominent as here. However, even she knew how silly it was to think of it. One wrong step or not being cautious enough, could mean farewell to all of this.

All was peaceful - until Miran heard steps coming close. Causing the woman to almost fall off the swinging thing, as she turned around to the cause of the noise. Only until she saw familiar, ginger hair, she noticed that she had held her breath in fear.

“Childe…“, she breathed out his name in relief. A smile, that didn't quite reach her eyes, appearing on her lips. Concealing the feelings she just had felt seconds ago - the sadness, in which she had looked at the sky. However, she knew that she had to smile whenever somebody saw her. That's was, how interactions worked after all, “...I didn’t… why are you here?”.

[squidsavior-m]

@ever-winter | ‘ღ’ - dottore :D lmfao

Romantic attraction: no | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sexual attraction: Would rather be on the floor than share a bed | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Aesthetic attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme Sensual attraction: none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

[dinomites]

@ever-winter | "What happened to you?" - Childe & Aether

At first, there was tension coursing through his body. Hearing Childe’s voice after… well so long since he left Liyue. It felt so strange to hear him. But he seems like a friendly person overall, despite… well.

Being attacked by whales, for a gnosis he did not have. “Just got into a bad time with some axe-wielding Hilichurls. Not a huge deal.” Was his pride ruined? No. He was more concerned about people worrying about him too much. As he is indeed in fact, a traveler.