#irewindrising

[jasperlion]

🐱

[cavaliant]

Abandoned mask?

Send in ‘Abandoned Mask’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

“…Augustine, my friend. Will you not reconsider my proposal?”

Team Flare’s operations have been going quite smoothly as of late, and yet a part of him cannot help but imagine what more they could do with his friend by his side. Augustine Sycamore is (despite his surprisingly low self-esteem) a brilliant man, and Lysandre has no doubt that having him work for Lysandre Labs would benefit them both immensely. For one thing, Augustine is the foremost expert on Mega Evolution; for another, his opinions on Lysandre’s research and hypotheses are always fascinating, and having him close (well, closer) at hand would be very much welcomed. On Augustine’s end, having a steady, abundant source of funding to enable him to work on all the Mega Evolution projects his heart desires…well, what more could a scientist want?

Except it seems like he could want something else indeed, because still he will not relent. Lysandre has no interest in forcing the issue; some are chosen and some are not, and though it is regrettable that his friend will not be among the chosen (yet), perhaps one day��perhaps one day, he will join them and assist Lysandre in fulfilling his calling of working towards a more beautiful world. A world free of all the filth choking the life from it now, free of suffering, of waste, free of all the disgusting people taking and taking without regard for anyone but themselves…

“…Very well. I can see that you are quite firm in your choice. I can understand why you want to hold onto a position you’ve worked so hard for–a position you well deserve, never forget that. Still, if you ever reconsider, my doors will always be open to you.”

Augustine smiles and bobs his head as always, thanking Lysandre profusely even as he sways slightly where he stands. And now that Lysandre is looking more closely at him–those bags under his eyes are rather more pronounced than usual, aren’t they? He sighs, massaging his temple, and spins them both back around.

“And please, Augustine–remember to consume more than just coffee before you make your way back to work. I have told you countless times that caffeinated drinks do not constitute a meal…here, let me fetch you something from the café. No payment necessary–consider it my incentive for you to start looking towards a balanced diet.”

(Lysandre, Pokémon XY)

[caraidean]

@irewindrising gets a Plots Starter (Ishtar)!

“...it’s hard to forgive you. Your intentions are good, but you have done - so much harm to my family. My father, my brother - gods, he didn’t want to fight you either! And your men still cut him down-”

“I did.” Shannan had said quietly. Ishtar froze in mid-sentence, and a chill seemed to come over the tent. “And I’m sor-”

Everything moved in a blur, the already-injured heir to Friege shrieking as she tried to leap across the table. Two of the others had needed to restrain her, a soldier she didn’t know muttering that he’d been glad they used a silence staff even though she’d surrendered, the Goddess of Thunder reduced to feebly clawing and screaming at the Isaachian prince over any attempt he made at apologizing.

“I hate you! I hate-”

Ishtar was forced out of her reverie when the tent flap opened, looking up in hope for a minute before casting her gaze down again wtih a groan. It wasn’t the worst scenario, but this wasn’t particularly good for her either. 

“Hello, cousin.” Her voice was bitter and empty as she silently ignored the plate of food Arthur brought in with him. She hadn’t eaten anything from the last two either, save for a few bites when Tine had expressed concern. She shifted in her seat, feeling the cold weight of the ankle cuffed to the floor and crossing her arms under her chest. 

This was a new kind of torment, wasn’t it? She knew who he was. Outsider. Usurper. He’d take Friege from her, he���d have taken Mjolnir if he had the correct Blood and may do so anyway, he’d take Tine-

“We haven’t met, have we.” She gave him a chill, fake smile even as her frail body sat there, utterly defeated. “So go on, then. Introduce yourself, kinslayer Tell me what part of my family you took from me.”

[loptyrant]

"0. So what if you've been possessed by a dark god? So what if it's in my best interest to be intimidated by you? So what if you could easily shred me, little to no effort? I'm gonna noogie you, nerdcousin."

Rate Me - Intimidation | closed cause it’s fehken old

I don’t like this boldness--

Go away!

[sireneia-a]

❓ (For anyone? Doesn't have to be Tine or even a Jugdral muse)

question time

    Though the war against the Empire was always out of a sense of duty to strive towards what was right, the weight of what must be done only fully comes to fruition at the Liberation Army’s victory. Under the banner of war, they were forces traveling. Under the banner of peace, the hub that holds them together has been disbanded and they all have their own corners of Jugdral to attend or return to.

After years in Isaach, Iuchar knows that Neir tethers him to Grannvale-- that that is where he must go towards now. That much had been obvious from the moment he had defected. However, House Velthomer may be a situation less clear to see, one that allows a bit more freedom, and the great knight can’t help but be curious as to how one of its heirs shall take that. He approaches, tearing his gaze away from the castle where Sir Seliph awaits and instead pays his full attention towards Arthur.

“ Well, friend, we’re at our journey’s end. Tell me, do you intend to stay here in Grannvale or are you a wisp on Silesse’s wind forever? ”

[azelfire-blog]

"Da! Daaad!" With no further warning, the kid hurls himself at Azelle, grinning practically ear to ear. "Happy birthday! I made a card!" Indeed, he has; it is waved about one-handedly for emphasis, and - is that glitter? It's definitely glitter. The card is effectively doused in the stuff; upon inspection, it's clear that the deliverer is ALSO covered in as much glitter as one would expect from the creation and handling of such a card.

      ⇉

                 Azelle has about half a second to prepare himself before his kid barrels into him.  He can’t be mad in the slightest – Arthur is grinning and happy, which would be a fine enough birthday present with the… Card.   Card??  That’s purportedly what it is, but all Azelle sees is a thin cut of solid glitter…  

                 Arthur is almost just as covered.  Azelle’s clothes will be too.  He loves his son, but how did he manage that??

                 ❝ Thank you!! ❞ he says, voice devoid of any cue that Azelle might find his current position less than pleasant.  ❝ Let’s see… ❞

                 One arm is wrapped around Arthur in a loose hug.  His other hand gently plucks the card from Arthur’s hand, and opens it.  It’s a little… damp from paste.  His thumb sticks to the inside. 

                 Even if it’s completely covered in glitter and glue, it’s a very cute card, almost as cute as the one who gave it to him.  Azelle refolds the card and pulls Arthur into a tighter hug, using his non-glued hand to ruffle Arthur’s sparkling hair.

                 ❝ I love it!!  I love you, too.  How’d you get so sparkly?? ❞ 

                                                                                                           〔 🔥 〕

[of-invisible-ties]

"Inbox me why you follow me" well, I saw you in a thread with someone else I followed, so I decided to check you out, and then I saw Tailtiu on the muses page and got excited because, a mom, and then I both noticed Manfroy and also your name and went "PEARL" and followed

Why did you follow me? II Always Accepting!

[ To be fair, who else would have Manfroy? But, seriously, I’m happy you followed! Finally my Tailtiu can have her precious son (and all the angst potential that comes with that, hoo boy). ]

[commerceprotocol]

Hey can I get my dad's tome back, thanks. Does that come with the ability to actually use it or do I just get a book that makes candleflames without making me tired.

Thank you, Arthur! ♡

You have redeemed:- 1 buyback voucher: Heirloom Fire Tome

Be sure to come back soon!

[aldebaransea]

Submitting Arthur for rankup to rank 3; threads are at /threads! I also completed the September challenge, and the information can also be found on the threads page.

Thank you for your request, Arthur!

You have been promoted to RANK 3.

Based on your stated preference, you are awarded:

1 Buyback Voucher

You are also awarded 50MP as a reward for completing the September challenge.

You may redeem your rewards at the Commerce Protocol.

Please see the list of ranks for more information on your rank and future rank requirements.

[familial-archer-blog]

5, 6?

5. Does your muse like to use emojis?

//I feel that Tobin would probably use a few emojis, but he’s not crazy with them. He’d probably use a few standard ones and leave it at that (:P is a frequent one)

6. What is your muse’s typing style? Is everything grammatically correct, do they use txt talk, etc?

//Tobin just likes to talk, so he uses a few shorthands, but not many. He’s also the type to spam someone’s phone with several messages with just a few sentences. It sort of helps him get his thoughts out quickly and easily (though sometimes, he gets interrupted with his flood and he hates that). He does misspell things frequently, though.

[cheerydragon-blog]

❄️⛄️

From Weather Headcanons Meme. 

❄️ - Do they enjoy colder weather? 

Looking to the mittens on her hands and the boots on her feet, Kanna’s face had a pout practically engraved onto her features. She cast her gaze upwards, kicking at the snow gently as she looked to her inquisitor, “I don’t like the cold weather. Papa makes me wear boots and mittens ‘cause he said I’ll get sick. But I really, really don’t like wearing shoes…”

⛄️ - What are their favorite activities for when it’s cold/snowy out?

“But since it’s cold and I’m not allowed to take them off anyway, do you wanna build a snowman??” Kanna asked, her eyes shining in delight as she gathered armfuls of snow, “We could build a dragon! We’ll make it so big that we can hide behind it like a fort. That would be so neat!”

[cavaliant]

@irewindrising

I SWEAR I WILL GET TO ACTUAL RP SOON GUYS

[caraidean]

Abandoned mask!

Send in ‘Abandoned Mask’ to meet a muse I’ve had in the past that I no longer roleplay.

“Hey, Sagani. Does your fox bite?”

The dwarvern ranger sighed and looked at the curious fighter, the grizzled follower of Eothas beaming at her wary companion. “Yes.”

“Can I pet him anyway?”

Sagani shrugged, a vague look of amusement crossing her face as the blonde reached down with hand already outstretched. “It’s your hand.”

“I’m gonna pet ‘im.”

“How’s the hand?” The Warden asked him dryly. Eder looked up from the bandage he was wrapping around his hand, holding it up and making a face at it while Sagani snickered behind him. 

“Turning purple. I think I’m gonna have to cut it off.”

“I warned you not to pet him.” Sagani chided. Eder turned on a dime, stamping his foot and gesturing towards the smug-looking fox hiding behind his mistress’ leg. 

“If I’m not supposed to pet him, then why is he so soft?”

Edér Teylecg, Pillars of Eternity

[caraidean]

"I have to be better than him." He croaked, visibly upset as his composure finally started to crack a little. He hadn't intended to mention his father in such a manner, hadn't intended to make his fears so clear. The blow to Arthur's shoulder had been a step too far, forcing Ced to withdraw and try to fight his own impulses back into control as he took a deep, shuddering breath to secure himself. "I can't - I need to help fight. I just won't be able to look myself in the eye if anyone else in my blasted family dies."

The ring in his breast pocket felt like it was burning a hole in his skin, the green-haired Silessian turning away from Arthur with tears in his eyes. He slowly shifted away from him, refusing to look back at the man from Friege as he sat on his cot, shoulders slumped in defeat.

"I have to do something." He said after a few more moments of awkward quiet. "My father - he managed to avoid a massacre unscathed. I always thought he should have been able to save more people at Barhara. I don't know if he was cowardly or too untrained, but he fled the field with my mother instead. I think living with what happened there destroyed him - I don't want to end up like that, Arthur. More afraid and ashamed of myself and what I've done than caring about my own safety."

caraidean‌:

“It’s not a death quest-”

Ced growled, shoving Arthur’s arm back away when he thrust it out. He didn’t need help and he wouldn’t let the Friege heir stop him - he’d invested far too much in his life now to deal with that. His words struck another vein, sending Ced reeling for a brief second when Arthur suggested he needed time to rest.

“I can’t just sit by and do nothing again!” He raised his voice a little, not quite shouting as he tried to rein himself in and failed. “I don’t care that I can’t walk, I will not let anyone else die because I stood to the side! I grew sick enough of that in Manster!”

He made to shove past Arthur again, his palm impacting the silver-haired man’s shoulder and a light ripple of wind tearing at the clothes there as Ced’s emotions channeled through his divine weapon, threatening to lose control again. “I am not going to sit here and wait for a better time like my damned father!”

He’d stood his ground against the majorblood so far, firm and unflinching even when Holsety’s wind had started stirring the first time - but when Ced shoves at him once, twice - it is then that Arthur flinches, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment as he freezes. The only good thing about it is, with his muscles locking up and feet planting themselves more firmly into the ground in anticipation for another, heavier blow - he’s more of an obstacle that way.

Hopefully.

“I didn’t - you’re not your father,” he says, voice thick with emotion - worry, and just the twinge of fear - he swallows, takes a breath, and tries again, to keep it from actually cracking. “You’re not your father, Ced - but you are human. A majorblood, yes, but still a human, with human limits. You can’t be an infallible wall of protection for everyone, at all times.”

Somehow, his hands make their way to twist in Ced’s shirt, the distant logic thrumming through his head saying that if Ced was going to be physical with him, then he may as well grab right back. “Think, Ced, I am imploring you. If it were anyone else here in this tent, barely able to stand, with blood in their mouth - would you send them to the frontlines to fight?”

Arthur gazes up at the other man, eyes wide and imploring. “I would hope, with all your talk of saving lives and not letting others die, that the answer to that is no. Otherwise, I don’t think I know you - and I don’t think I’d want to.”

Slowly, his hands release their grip on the majorblood’s shirt, until they’re loose enough that Ced could easily pull away. Arthur glances down towards the floor and grits his teeth, unable to keep looking the other man in the eye, not with all these vulnerable emotions. “You shouldn’t be any different from that - and don’t argue holy blood and weapons and usefulness with me. You’re badly injured, and whether you think so or not, fighting on the frontlines would be like a death sentence.” He looks back up at Ced, one last, desperate glance. “And I’m not going to be the one who stands aside and lets you die.”

[sireneia-a]

❛ No one will ever keep us apart again. ❜ (right at Tine)

reign / @irewindrising

     EVER is a strong word. It holds infinity in it, and to say it with any sense of sincerity means to be making a promise.

Tine’s eyes must be as wide as the moon; she feels and hears herself gasp instinctually at her brother’s words the moment he’s finished saying them. Her fingers draw around her pendant, the one to which her sibling has the match for, as if to channel what bond they have.

After all, she barely knows him— can scarcely remember what life in Silesse was like, but she knows HE remembers. He must if he’s been spending who knows how long looking for a way to find her, find her mother, find a definition of family she didn’t even know was real until they had reunited.

He has always lived with a goal then while she had been meandering from day to day semi-protected in the shadows of important women in her life. His words create a bridge from her to this sense of determination that before now was wavering at best. When he says it, it’s like she can believe she thinks the same despite not knowing her want for it before. It’s not too late. They can be on the same wavelength, even if it took over a decade to link them together by more than the crimson sheen of their mother’s last mementos.

“ You mean it? We can be together from now on? ”

[astral-heir-blog]

💍💝

💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship?

// For Larcei, it would take a few weeks at most. She’s rather quick at picking up on her partner’s tendencies and assessing whether or not she enjoys their company and vice versa. During this time, she slowly begins to open up to her partner, showing her interests and giving them gifts she thinks they’ll like.

💍Would they ever get married?

// Yes, if she found the right partner. Her journey has caused her to become very starved for human comfort, and the idea of having someone constantly by her side is heavenly.