#lemme know if anything needs to be adjusted!!

[crookedredemption]

     while the rest of the party slept, the dark urge couldn't be more awake. following a poor attempt to get some slumber, sylmae peeked her head out of the curtain to see if anyone was as restless as she was. across the campsite, the inside of ellarian's tent was lit by candle light. he must still be awake. sylmae stepped out into the cold night air, careful not to wake any of her fellow companions. she peeled open the entrance into the elder elf's tent.

❝  did you come by for a reason or did you just want some company?  ❞ @valdorin

     of course, he heard her coming. after putting himself in danger everyday, sylmae assumed that he would recognize the sound of footsteps against dirt. she stepped into his tent, arms folded over her chest.

     "if i didn't have a reason, would you turn me away?"

[rivalsunraveled]

"Damn…"

Yuki is kicking herself for letting Kenjaku get away, while also trying to play it cool. She puts most of her focus on healing herself with reverse curse technique, before pushing herself to her feet, leaning on Garuda for support.

Pissed, she wants to pursue Kenjaku, but she's too spent for round two right now and Choso, for all his talent, isn't going to win one-on-one against Kenjaku, either.

"Regrouping is our only option," she says, sounding nonchalant, despite the anger burning in her expression.

// @koseigu

[ncrthernl1ghts]

" WRETCHED THING. HOW far you've fallen, " the old witch can't help but sneer, " human have this parable -- ford told me of it -- of a boy named icarus. the tale is thus: there was a boy & his father, both prisoners until the day the father built two pairs of wings so they may taste freedom. he slaved, working day & night to construct the wings from chicken feathers & wax. when they were finished, icarus & his father flew from their prison: they had their freedom, yet icarus wanted more. he saw the dazzling sun & -- despite the warnings from his father -- tried to fly to it. even knowing it was unattainable, icarus flew right to his death: the sun melted the wax that held the wings together, & he plummeted into the sea below. "

a smirk crawls across her features, " sounding familiar, little demon? " she never thought she would ever compare the likes of stanley to the sun, but she's gloating too much to think too hard about it.

@infiniitefrequency wanted the witch ( for bill )

[the-composer]

since a lot of ppl left the rpc that were in joshua’s circle and his existing circle is now much smaller and things are slower/fandom lull etc i’m considering the prospect of wiping his memory. he’d still be in his usual thing with sanae and his main verse with him and @dandybarista remains unchanged, but i think a clean slate could make for fresh and more enjoyable interactions. that said, if you don’t want anything to change with joshua and your muse can you please like or reply?

[sunsage]

@sxnburst, hold onto this for me, will you?

The memory shines brightly, almost invitingly, asking to be taken even as its owner is currently indisposed, ironically stuck in the loop of death and rebirth (though right now he can't remember why, exactly, even if it doesn't stop him). Once touched, it sparkles with a variety of emotions: comfort, joy, relief, fear, desperation, pride and through it all, love.

And it starts in...

A giant room under the mountain, filled to the brim with things that might be cursed or blessed or just merchandise (so, both), most of which likely should be back in Celestial Realm instead of in Great Sage's posession. But that's neither here nor there.

"--I'm embarrased to admit it but you already might have done more for this world than I ever have!" Monkey King says and he means it too. Where his, uh, exploits were a little more personal, his student has protected the entire world more than once at this point!

Not that he looks it right now.

"Yeah, well, I'm kind of the one always getting the world in trouble to begin with, so..." The teen shrugs, looking down at the plate in his hands with a frown.

They were working hard on that confidence, but MK still backslides so often... It felt a little weird to deal with, but Monkey King doesn't plan to give up until his student sees just how he is so-

-in danger, MK is in danger and it hurts to move but the inked spear is about to hit him and Monkey King will be dead before he lets his successor get hurt in front of him so he does what he does best and he puts himself between the kid and the curse-

-the curse takes his shape now, though he can't see it, can only feel it in the ink-filled darkness.

"Nice hero speech, bud! But I know better." It mocks him with his own voice, twirling the circlet in its fingers-

-Azure snaps his fingers, columns of light appearing before them. Monkey King knows what that means and he looks back at where MK is because he is worried for him, because he doesn't want to leave him alone again but also because he doesn't want to be trapped-

-inside the scroll again and he knows he will be fine (immortality and all that) but something is wrong and it hurts-

-everything hurts and the city never felt as small as it does now, the walls closing in on him with every breath. Monkey King hasn't really thought of this place as a prison before but now he can't see it as anything else. He needs to get out, now. With the message and the note taken care of, he speeds off towards the edge of the city-

The memory shuts off with a blink.

[alildritten]

Ah yes, the scariest story of all:

G A Y

(/j)

[fangedjustice]

Rabbits Were Indeed Harmed In The Making Of This Thread

[ There’s been an uptick in monster sightings in the Sealed Forest, coinciding with the decline of wildlife in the area. Crest stones found in animals’ mouths and embedded in their skins confirm the Church’s suspicions: bad actors, likely Agarthans, are turning these beasts into vicious monsters. One of the Knights of Seiros has plenty of experience with the Agarthans’ tricks. She’s asking for volunteers to help her gather whatever Crest Stones they can find and put the infected wildlife out of their misery. ]

@desertslegacy

There is something truly fascinating about being a foreign observer in a land you know very little about beyond firsthand experience. Different faiths, different histories, different factions fighting and mingling.

Lloyd had always been the sort to seek out knowledge first and foremost before committing to a contract. You couldn't claim to be better than those who used force to abuse their status if you didn't, actually, do better. Facts were the line between innocent and guilty, life and death. Knowing the lay of the land, so to speak, was what set the Black Fang apart from the typical sellsword crew in Bern. Money and fame were not their motivations.

So when Agarthans were mentioned in talk between the knights, Lloyd was curious. Digging around yielded...somewhat unsatisfying results, but enough to understand the concern. One of the knights in particular had extensive experience with them, and was looking for volunteers to help clear out their latest apparent acts against the church. Whatever they were up to was having a direct impact on the wildlife in the area, and some poor creatures were needing to be...put down.

Several of the knights had agreed to help, as well as some of the other staff. To cover as much ground as possible, they had split up into pairs to begin combing the woods.

"You've only just recently arrived here, haven't you?" Lloyd asked his partner as they moved through the dim woods, looking out for any of those stones or suffering animals. "Quite the first thing to commit yourself to doing. Are you familiar with what's going on, or do you simply wish to help?"

It wasn't exactly a pleasant job to undertake, and that fact had just come into focus; a rabbit listlessly fumbling into their path, seemingly unaware of them as it huddled to a stop, sides fluttering with how quick and shallow its breathing was. One of its hind legs was splayed out as if broken, something foreign and solid embedded in the skin, causing the limb to twitch sporadically.

[justicefanged]

GIVE HIM THE CHAIR

There was a raging buzz of excitement in the air, and even if the guy shouting over the crowd was obnoxious as hell, Linus was taking it all in like it was something he needed to live.

While violence for violence's sake wasn't something that his father had instilled in him, Linus had always enjoyed throwing his weight around and testing the strength of those around him. It was never with the intent to kill or seriously harm -- though that definitely happened, Linus could get caught up in the pulse of a fight way too easily to avoid hurting someone. It was all about seeing how he measured up, where he could get stronger, better.

And an underground fighting ring? That just slapped of his kind of place. No rules, no one to step in and break it up. You either won or you lost. A true test of who was stronger.

Linus grinned, the tip of his tongue playing at a sharp canine as he let himself get caught up in the noise and the energy, and fuck yeah it was time for a fucking fight!

He really didn't know what that guy was yapping on about, but with a blast of flashy magic, it seemed like shit was finally about to get started!

"'Bout fuckin' time! Thought you were gonna keep blowin' hot air forever!" Linus whooped with excitement, waving a dismissive hand at Owain as he leaps into the space cleared out for the fight. Oh yeah, this was absolutely his kind of place. "I don't know 'bout you folks, but I came here for a damn good fight! Who's feelin' brave enough to face the Mad Dog, huh?! If ya can't handle a li'l blood, don't even bother steppin' in here with me!"

@luminousrider

[spiderz0mbie]

the streets of queens in universe 616 settled after a night of chaos. two spider-based heroes sat upon the flushing town hall rooftop, trying to decompress any stress that had been built up from the night prior. peter must've had many questions about her and how they are so alike, yet so different.

“the hardest thing about this job is you can't always save everybody.” - @arachnidiots | peter

those words caught the older woman off guard, her breath hitched in her throat. what peter said resonated with her personally. so much so that she stood from where she sat to go to the edge of the building to peer down below. trying to gather some type of response to reassure this kid that things were going to be alright for him. but, cassandra was at a loss for words.

this job, as rewarding as it was . . . brought a lot of guilt. too many nights were spent tossing and turning, spending endless hours wondering if she could've handled situations differently. spider-zombie could've always done more. those thoughts ate her alive to the point that cass began to distract herself every night instead of sleeping.

"yeah . . . but we still try, right?"

[airxn]

" No need to be so... growly. " Airin shuffles a few steps back. Splayed hands direct their attention to the long stick now standing between him and the Fae. " With this stick that can be your side and this can be my side. "

Seems far enough–! Though the shifter has metaphorical fingers crossed behind his back. He never really honors territory anyways.

Huffing, he places his hands back on his hips. " Fair enough you? "

@leondxs has crossed paths.

[lumitris]

It's MEMORIES that he'd long put passed him, ones that now haunt him like a terrible joke. Shikamaru had put it to rest, quite literally buried what was the essence of his sensei's demise; rarely did he forget, but it never plagued him like this. Never like this.

Lately, it felt that bastard's voice echoed in his mind, a deep pit in his stomach forcing him to second guess the shadow's of his own home. A sacred, protected forest, where none could get in without him knowing; that none could get out, especially not someone who should be fading away day by day. It's been years, too long for it to come up again, && yet he's gone to check that grave too many times as of late. Just to see if the rubble remained, but never did he truly feel the need to dig that man up, and see for himself if he remained; not until the nightmares started to affect his day to day. Was that guy haunting him now? Why now.

Huh. Or, was as he losing it? He had to stay calm. Stay sound of mind.

But the days carried on and nothing changed; if anything, his paranoia started to get worse. Jumping at every sound, startled by the sharp cuts of the wind, he was on edge and it was noticeable ... it couldn't go on like this.

So, he made the decision to visit again. This time, he wasn't messing around. Maybe he'd been avoiding this for too long, but now, he was going to dig that fucker up.

At least the deer eased his anxiety, a gentle pat as they bowed to him, and it softens his features if only for a moment. As he approached, however, he stares at the spot from a distance, gaze narrowing again. This was a drag.

❝ No more time to waste. Well, it's been awhile, hasn't it? ... ❞ Did his 'God' let him die? Was that even possible for someone like him? Nah, it felt like he'd be too stubborn, too spiteful, to stay down. After all, it was Hidan who proclaimed he'd tear him apart with his teeth if he needed; a madman's desperation, now though? It felt almost chilling.

No more stalling, it was time. There was quite a bit of work ahead of him to set his mind at ease; one piece of rubble at a time. @supremebirb

[etherbonded]

starter for @silver-strings-of-fate :3c

How they ended up playing 21 questions is quite frankly beyond her at this point, but she's not complaining in the slightest! It's always nice to get to know Ren a little more, and on top of that the questions are always pretty fun to ask and answer! For her at least, she can't speak on Ren's feelings afterall beyond the fact he doesn't seem to mind it judging by his body language.

" What genre of movies do you prefer? I personally really like Fantasy! "

Specifically the kind of fantasy movies about magic, the concept of it has had a grasp on her since childhood. Such as how it could potentially work, the drawbacks of such powers, and so on and so fourth!

[minotaur-asterion]

TW: suggestive, top surgery scars

My favorite part is the wyrm ironically

[humanxcreated]

🤫 My muse tries to hide an injury from your muse (From injuries, old and new ask meme

It didn't take a genius to read a red flag on a scan report from the healing unit, though Delta liked to imagine he was close enough to that status anyway. He ran those scans regularly; knowing the status of other freelancers in the area was critical to properly calculate the odds of success for various actions. As it so happened, though, Delta's suggestion that perhaps Alaska needed to take a back-seat to the next phase of the mission was met with what he'd come to consider a fairly standard degree of Freelancer Stubborness(TM). Unfortunately, the push-back was both a natural part of his predictive calculations and an unnecessary time loss that he found frustrating - though he would never admit it aloud. "Agent Alaska, in order to avoid further injury and possible mission failure, I must stress the importance of providing a back-seat role for the rest of this mission." Pride means nothing if you're dead - though Delta wasn't the kind to waste words on platitudes. "This mission is on average 27.9% more likely to succeed with you providing cover fire and another Agent charging the door to breach the front line of the enemy defense, and 58.3% less likely to result in friendly casualties - yourself included."

[rivalsunraveled]

[ PATCH ] : for your muse to help mine with an injury - to Vivi.

"I don't think I've ever seen anyone get a hit on you," 'Miss Wednesday' observes, moving over to offer Miss All Sunday bandages. Vivi's end goal might be that Baroque Works ceases to exist, any chance to get to know Mr. 0's partner is one she'd going to take.

It hasn't been hard, after all, to guess what sort of person most of the Baroque Works agents are, but there's always been something mysterious about her. Vivi can't quite put her finger on it, though.

"Let me help you."

// @infloresco

[divinitysheart]

@ervaurem said: "I don't know why you're going all this way to help." He let out a sigh, brushing his hair up. "Usually, I want to say that I don't need it, but since I barely remember anything- and just seeing all this white doesn't help... Ugh. I thought I was a goner for sure. Why does this have to happen to me?" ( asch to namine ohooo c'mon namine let all that learnings from your time with mr prince flow from you ehe )

" I'm doing this because I don't see why I shouldn't. Everyone deserves help. " She states as if it's common sense to act such a way, crystal blue hues gaze up at him as she listens and comprehends his words.

Maybe if this were the old shell of herself, the one who held no poise nor some semblance of confidence, she'd have shrunk away from him. Not because of his manner of speech nor the way he holds himself, but because of her fear of being unable to. Because she's certain if that old her was here right now-- he likely wouldn't have even reluctantly let her help. And the old her wouldn't want to push it.

But here and now she stands, blooming beautifully like a nurtured flower, a sense of confidence in her ability to help along with more calmness to her nerves. After seeing her dearest friend again and knowing she could visit any time... it's like there's a new vigor too her energy. So as they remain within the white walls she knows all too well while she helps recover his memory, she holds no doubt in her mind she can help him.

" Probably because your world still needs you. Or maybe even SOMEONE still needs you. All I can say for certain is that sometimes the world just has an odd way of keeping people alive even when they think they die when it comes to someone or something still needing them. " Because when she thought she'd never have a body again, when she thought she could never be her own person... they gave her one. They let her identity be it's own instead of being a shadow of her somebody. Something that should've never been possible, but yet after helping Sora and everyone win against Xehanort... they did it somehow for some reason. " Also, sorry about the white, I know it's not pleasant on the eyes when it's all over but this place will have to do for now. "