#let me know if anything ♥

[flordivina]

For Spotify Wrapped: 50 (from my muses, Jinx, Vi, Naafiri, Warwick, LeBlanc (Test Muse) Go with whoever fits the best for the respective song.)

• Spotify Wrapped Starters — Accepting • { ♫ 50 - Violence against Nature by Bad Omens ft. Poppy ♫ } / for Sera & VI

——It was bad; it was so bad… Seraphine couldn’t help but keep running as another wave of protests from Zaun had arised, those who followed Jinx as a symbol & were being punished by the martial laws from Piltover. It had been yet another aggressive endeavor, fire met with fire. She may be deemed a traitor perhaps, classified for corruption, compliance with the enemy, whatever political thing that could be crossing her mind. Yet the only reason she had been running those errands back & forth was precisely to deliver aid to those who couldn’t access it. Breathing Masks, filters, fixing prosthetic, medicines, whatever that could be offered…

Something had happened, another altercation. Violence against everybody & everyone; not even her headphones could tamper the sounds of painful melodies being translated by her own arcane into her heart, crushing her nerves & making her dizzy as she clenched the bag keeping medical equipment tightly against her chest, gasping for air & looking behind her every so often. She could hear the enforcers looking for her group, she could hear the screams full of swearing & agony.

Before she would realize it, Seraphine was lost, rushing inside a bar establishment with some other Zaunites that were fleeing from the Law. Perhaps they had recognized her? The girl with the bunch of fixing tools & a whole first aids equipment? She didn’t know, yet, it was nice to be able to breath after several hours of fleeing back & forth. The place seemed to have grown quiet, windows closed & shades drown, pretending to be closed.

She was tired, honestly, heart still beating faster than it shall, her ears still in a cacophony she couldn't stop, to the point she would just go find a place to sit near the barman, still holding the precious cargo to aid whoever need it. & when peeking to her side, seeing a woman with dark-inked hair & a jacket with a wolves design. It may steal her attention briefly as her melody was very particular, perhaps her own adrenaline-filled brain trying to soothe & ground itself finally setting in a single symphony…

It sounded, like the roar of Tigers…? It was fervent; beautiful; but all the same with a saddened note… Like strong music with a lot of ups & down, the sound of walls crumbling, crackling fire, metal sliding; & screams. But there was also a laughter at the sound of a drum; something hopefully childish & sweet that would surprise the young songstress, immersing her for too long she wasn’t able to realize she had been staring for too long.

“Oh! My apologies!… I… was just wondering—“ She would notice some bruises, choosing to focus on that detail due the situation. Maybe she had also been hurt in the middle of the escape? Totally unaware of the underground fight rings the other could had been participating prior to the situation of tonight.

“You look a little beaten up, do you require any aid? Or an analgesic perhaps? I have some medicine for pain in my bag if you require it…”

@shimmerbeasts ♥

[lilakennedy]

[twilightichor]

✧ @apocryphis asked: the campfire crackles quietly in the desert night, the only sound permeating the immeasurable silence of the vast red sands. not even a breeze to shift the sands of the dunes, not even the crawling and creeping of scorpions or nocturnal desert foxes. draped in a wide cloak, its hood half covering his face, al-haitham gazes at the chisel mirror conjured up just above the palm of his hand; lost in the subtle reflections of the fire against the pale, green shimmer of dendro. it is a quiet night in the desert -- but al-haitham knows all too well how quickly the sands can turn in those parts. he remains alert, focused; and his free hand deftly moves to the sword next to him upon hearing the subtle sound of footsteps approaching, piercing gaze darting into the night.

only for eyes to widen in surprise as a familiar silhouette finally comes into view under the flickering light of the fire.

"dainsleif?" he calls out, incredulous. he has no seen the man since their very first adventure into the rainforest, amidst dreams and memories. truth be told, he had not expected to see him again. realising the surprise that must be painted all over his face, the scribe forces composure to return to stoic features; shoulders relaxing, but hand barely just straying away from his sword (the slightest movement in the desert might very well draw unwanted company, whether dainsleif had intended it or not - best remain careful). "fancy seeing you here." he comments, dryly, which, in al-haitham's world, equates to as much cordiality as he can muster. consider his curiosity piqued (in al-haitham's world: the highest form of compliment). "i would say it's a small world, but that would not be true in the red sands. question is, were you looking for me, or for the ancient ruins that just so happen to be another three hours away from here...?"

The harshness of the desert forgives none, just as equitable as its counterpart the rains of Fontaine that sheds its justice over everyone equally, no matter if gods or humans, poor or rich. Its golden sands a stark contrast from the emerald foliage from the rainforests and what little area had survived surrounding the remnants of the former Hydro Archon and a creature formed from the might of three goddesses for one same purpose. Its dryness and merciless fauna a reminder of bygone times when all the verdure that existed in this location turned to dust in mere nights, when the wave of the Abyss hit everything on its way at its hardest and precipitated everything to death. Even the true sovereign that once ruled these lands had to shed her rich, jade skin and coat herself with the amber dust of the sands in the name of adaptation and even less kinder and romantic yet— survival.

These days, there are two kinds of people who dare to tread the expanse of these sands: those who have been shunned from their original homes and now need to do something— anything to bury lost riches to make a living out of their price and those knowledgeable enough to be aware of what they're doing and where they're heading, even under the immensity of night's veil and obscurity, with only the frigid light of the moon above serving as a fragile guide to wander these parts.

For someone of the likes of Dáinsleif, it makes little difference if he treads perilous places under the broad daylight or the more subtle moonlight. So when he spots amidst nowhere a small bonfire in his way to the place of choice, of course it would pique his own curiosity to get closer and inspect for any signs of assistance or just come in passing and leave just as he first came. What he wouldn't imagine is that it's the descendant of the skeptic scholars, al-Háitham the one he would find here.

◜Fancy meeting you here, too.◞ There is no falsehood in his voice nor anything to denote otherwise in what he says. The man himself was a pleasant discovery in the rainforests, back when the necessity to help reached his senses in invisible pulses that those who are well-versed in the profundity of foliage's importance would feel. In his case, he cannot claim to have any deep relationship with it weren't for deep-rooted bonds with Irminsul. Dáinsleif nods his head as a salute before he joins the scribe by the bonfire, sitting down at a prudent distance from him and facing the opposite way his gaze does in order to guard any possible threats that may come their way. Albescent lashes flutter close for a fraction as he exhales a silent chuckle at the question posed to him, so like an ever curious mind like his.

◜You give me too much credit.◞ At least in this case, where his is none and far less impressive than he would expect, perhaps as a result of their co-joined feats in the land of dreams and adventure with the Aranara. Sapphire irises open thereafter, boring into the other's emerald ones. ◜Perhaps this might make your bubble burst, but the reality is that none of the options you've stated are what led me here. As a matter of fact, I was just passing by.◞ That is the truth, no more and no less than that. Sometimes there needn't be a deep reason to appear somewhere at an unexpectedly right time to meet an old soul.

But perhaps, there is something that can feed his curious soul and which he can satisfy for allowing him to stay without inviting the wrath of the sword he keeps close.

Thus he looks towards the far north from where he came from after helping out the kind of an old companion of his, back when he emerged from the vowels of Teyvat to roam these lands as the only alternative left, granted that he had no desire to linger anymore where the presence of what ruined his homeland is at its highest— a solemn look in starry gaze. ◜Have you ever heard about the tales of war in which people from two different nations united their strength to fight for a common goal, al-Háitham?◞

[sacrialege]

❛  what do you need?  ❜

athenodora looks decidedly genuine as she stands in the doorway of esme's room. aro had given her and carlisle one for their stay, although athenodora knows precious little about the duration. she knew it was special, though, because this was the first time carlisle had brought esme—his mate. athenodora was instantly curious, eager to meet someone carlisle loved so much. he had taught her quite a lot in his time with them and had become her mentor in a lot of ways. however bitter she might still be about his leaving, she loves and respects him enough to honor his mate.

she'd shut the door behind her after entering—she hadn't waited for a welcome. "nothing important," dora answers before confidently walking over to esme and reaching out to grasp the other's hands inside her own as if they'd known each other forever. they weren't friends—they had met only for a few moments upon their arrival—but that doesn't bother athenodora. "i wanted to see how you were getting acquainted, and i thought you might like some company… we could get to know each other a bit."

releasing esme's hands, athenodora moves with a supernatural speed to sit on a lounge chair facing the window, the sun glinting beautifully against her blonde hair. she looks carefree here, and eager to get to know esme. "athenodora, if you don't remember… caius' mate—we only met for a moment," she says, smiling, "you can call me dora." she motions to the chair beside her, gesturing for esme to join her. "carlisle hasn't told me anything juicy about you! i do intend to have a talk with him about it."

@wastheheart

[lielove]

@apotelexma || sc.

there was a certain place that ai always went to get the berries for her pokémon's poffins. it was her ( self proclaimed ) secret berry grove . . . a place that was, in actuality, just a small grove off the beaten path, she hadn't seen anyone there before, though . . .

. . . at least not until today !!

the sight of another almost takes her by surprise, but she masks it well with her usual bright and cheery smile.

❝ i don't think i've seen another person here before !! ❞ she giggles as she approached she other person, ❝ the berries here. . . they make the best poffins !! ❞

[itshoneys]

location: bay plaza mall when: any day, morning status: closed starter @dxheyryxn [ Dahey Ryan ]

—shopping is one of the influencer’s favorite activities, if not her absolutely most favorite. she would never turn down an invitation for shopping, even though she was trying to detox from this habit of hers; she seriously didn’t need to be shopping like that when her best friend was, quite literally, hands down the most talented designer and she could have all those exclusive pieces before they were up for grabs. Honey told herself it was just part of hanging out with Dahey. the two of them were going to do some catch up, some shopping, the usual stuff. besides, she hadn’t seen them in a while, what better way to share their news over some shopping and a good brunch.

the music of the boutique they had stepped in was half distracting her, but soon she noticed they had lowered the volume after she made a comment about it to Dahey. Casually browsing through the racks, it was a pleasant surprise to also find some vintage designer pieces. “what do we think?” she asked them, holding a dress up against her frame, for her friend to have a look. it wasn’t a very original piece, just a black sleeveless dress with some feathers on the top. “oh, they also have it in red,” she picked up the other color to show them. in honesty, part of her, was still somewhat skeptical going shopping with them, even after all those shopping trips they had gone on together, her memory of how they had actually met was ever present. It skipped her how she had come to like them and they even became good friends, but she loved Dahey, they were fun to have around, a solid friend, even with their little…flaw.  

[smckesprite]

CLOSED STARTER + ROSALIND LIM , @rosfms ! WHEN : the evening of DECEMBER 2ᴺᴰ. WHERE    :   the marionette   ╱   family residence.

        christmas was getting too damn close for eliana. well, the holiday season, to be exact. she had never been quite fond of the holidays, but it changed when she and her long-term partner brought the kids to their FOREVER HOME. in the beginning, it was a challenge, sure, but still went out of her way to decorate their home into a lively atmosphere. “ros, honey,” she said while spotting them in the living room. “i’m planning on doing a day of shopping sometime soon. would you like to join me? and if annaki wants to tag along, too, then we should all go. yes? who knows what atticus is up to nowadays.”

[mythvoiced]

@xinxiins | ♥

For a solid moment there, Minho isn't sure if he's being made fun of.

Even after he's being handed a set of napkins - that have seen better days, it seems, and it concerns, making his eyes narrow from suspicion to worry - watching the kid agree to what had very evidently been bullshit on Minho's part, spewed either to lessen the accountability of his daughter or alleviate the tension seeping into his own shoulders, there's a good chance he's suddenly stood before the kind of young adult Soomi would probably praise, for the boldness of their mockery, the courage of their lack of sense for authority.

But the suspicion doesn't fester, even in the silence that stretches around the kid's faltering, the softness of his voice, the way Minho takes the napkins from his extended hand and wipes at the lapels of his coat as if it mattered, as if it wouldn't be easier to just go home with the stain and abandon the coat in the washer along with his dignity.

Minho snorts.

"I wasn't being serious," he interjects softly, somehow not finding the bite in the other, let alone one within himself to offer to the kid. His head tilts, there's an apprehension to his gaze that seems keen on figuring out what the issue here is.

Because there is one.

"It was just an... argument with my daughter," he gesticulates vaguely, unsure of how to reveal the truth without the shame attached to it, the idea that he's failed as a father starting from the moment he'd failed to even show up as one.

He can't blame her.

"I didn't... quite understand that, sorry, but I'm glad she didn't get you," he bundles the napkins into one sorry excuse of their former self, left to find a new home in the inside of the coat he's quickly coming to associate with one of the biggest issues currently changing the trajectory of his life.

Who is this kid?

"Xuān Bǐngjí," he half-asses through the pronunciation with an apologetic smile, trying to inflect it with enough self-deprication and irony to imply his lack of practice with a language clearly not his own isn't intended to come across as malicious.

"All right, Xuān Bǐngjí, I'm Minho, nice to meet you," he extends a hand, waving the bow off with the dismissal of someone who'd rather choke than be given this kind of politeness to.

The next gesturing seems intent on beckoning Xuān Bǐngjí to bring his own hand back into the picture.

"Show me your hand."

[sunsrefuge]

hi Del! Hope you're doing ok💞

*looks at the tags* This is your free space to tell more about liifa and eliana , anything you got in mind? Giveee 👀

suncrow!!! :D hello hello!!! I'm doing better than i was before; more moving stuff got settled and figured out so im a bit more relaxed now!! ^^ I hope you're doing okay too!! NOW FOR THE KIDDOS--

(added after writing this whole thing: it turns out that i had, uh. everything about them on my mind ♥)

The brief synopsis is that Liifa & Eliana are two of my most well-beloved kiddos!! They both have long backstories, and experience a lot of change over the course of the timeline!! Here's a quick preview before I get into more detailed stuff of theirs:

Liifa was born in 1067 AE, in Quora Sum, a bit before Primordus first stirred. He spent the first eleven years of his life entirely underground, trying to keep up with his peers. In truth, nothing seemed all that interesting to him for quite a while. He took an interest in arguably less practical things, like types of divination that one of his moms (Azzun) was into. His older half-sister Rylii was in school to become a doctor, and helped to nudge him in the direction of medical jobs as well, since they could help each other out. Still, nothing had properly interested him yet! Although his knack for healing became apparent early on in his new classes.

Eliana has an entire past life that she's unaware of, but for this life, she's the daughter of a Duchess of the Nightmare Court. At first, she desires to stay near her family, but eventually her efforts lead her into a bad situation that she runs away from. She leaves no word to her family about her survival, simply hoping that she'll see them again someday in the future. (Unknown to her, they assume she's been killed by her previous Duke*.) She now actively engages in a life of piracy and carelessness!! :D Which will be causing her problems later lol

[*Eliana's previous Duke depends on AU! In my AU with @forbiddenredjollyrancher, her previous Duke is Casworon. :3 in my personal, it's Idris, but I haven't figured out those details just yet!]

OKAY. Brief rundowns out of the way, so here's some beloved details about their story together!!

SO. First things first, they've met a few times, long before they properly meet! The first time is during Eliana & Kiera's sapling adventures. During their first year, they ventured out into Tyria to see all that it had to offer, and to tell their beloved mother Fenella about everything they saw and experienced. At some point, they run into Liifa while near the Durmand Priory! (He wasn't trying to steal artifacts again, I promi-) Ironically, they bug him for directions to Fort Trinity, to which he gives them sass because they're "obviously brand new saplings, who shouldn't be going anywhere near Orr." Eliana pouts at him but they part ways. They run into each other again at Fort Trinity, but Liifa doesn't get recognized due to his hood! He definitely clocks them though, and so does Ipos from the Binding. <<

Flash forward to the time of LWS2, toward the end of it, and Eliana's stuck in her horrible Court situation. Her previous Duke has handed her off to some fucking guy, and she's looking at anything and everything for a way out. Liifa now has the task of actively seeking her out, because Ipos has decided that "only that one will do" right now. So! During one of her late night outings to avoid her ""lovely Knight"", they run into each other yet again. This time, Liifa offers her the Binding - offering the promise of power, the promise that she can make her own way out using the magic from the book. She thinks nothing sinister of it, and accepts.

(Liifa has made his own deal with Ipos prior to this conversation: that, afterward, he will not remember this sweet but naive sylvari, so he doesn't have to wonder what becomes of her as time goes on. [Dude already had a small crush on her lol])

FROM THERE!! Eliana has a Bad Time :) She's got a demon in her ear and only the wind at her back, and she ends up becoming very paranoid and scared thanks to Ipos's influencing as time goes on. She ends up running away to Lion's Arch, and beginning to partake in piracy after a Pirate Captain recognizes the Binding on her hip. (Captain Evander Bleakmane, Tres's character! ♥) She joins his crew, and he kind of underhandedly attempts to help her keep her head on straight. She ends up flirting with his first mate, Ambrose Teeling ♥, a lot... Oopsie!! they're smooching now :3 Another oopsie, Ambrose tells her a lovely heartfelt "i love you" and she panics about it. but!! She promises that she'll return in the future,, at least to say hi, if nothing else is possible for them by then.

She ends up floating over to Captain Zell's crew; where she has a small affectionate fling with Prism Fadebrine, and meets Marchosias! A Wolf. A Normal, Regular Wolf. Definitely Not A Demon In Disguise. but!! Marchosias is a sweetboy and loves Eliana and helps her start to identify what is Ipos's influence and what is her own thought!! :D

[During all of this, Liifa is off mucking around and doing his silly little time-waster things. He actually starts to get more involved with Talia Reavefade's crime syndicate, and becomes an integral part of a Very Important Mission!!]

Eliana steals something from someone she shouldn't during one piracy outing, and gains the attention of Palawa Joko, because That Thing Is Rightfully His and whatnot!! :) She dips on Zell's crew, hoping to at least take the heat off of them - but also starts researching what she can on the Binding. She discovers that, throughout history, a lich has been carrying it. So maybe another lich is what she needs to disconnect from it ... she thinks it's a great idea to get captured! Maybe she can trade This Silly Trinket for some help! :)

it does not work that way. ♥ She gets captured, brought to Gandara, and Joko has a fun little conversation with her before deciding that she'd be of much better use to him, Awakened. Joko sees her connection to the Binding, and forces her to make a deal with the demons inside - to give up all of her memories in exchange for raw power. Joko's only trying to make a soldier out of her - a tool and nothing more. Ipos, in the Binding still, freaks the fuck out about this turn of events, and promptly drags Liifa halfway across Thyria and into the Binding, while Liifa's in the middle of that Very Important Mission. (That's a loose-end that'll haunt him later!!)

This is around when they properly meet! Liifa knows that he gave her the Binding, but doesn't remember any of his emotions around that point, or meeting her before that point. At first, they're very much at odds with each other. He is very annoyed and stressed out about all of this - seeing as he's in Joko's fucking house while there's still a bounty out on his head from the elder lich, AND !! this plant girl is so confidently stubborn that this will work out in the end!! he absolutely thinks that she's insane!!

but they talk! they get better acquainted with each other and start to work together despite their reservations. The truth is, she doesn't know what she's in store for in Gandara, and he's at least somewhat familiar with Joko's games and goals. She introduces herself as Flower because that's what Joko's been calling her, but something tells Liifa that that isn't her actual name. He leaves it be for now, though.

There's also the case of Alana; an ancient Sunspear hero who's now a lich, kind of living in Joko's house and giving him shit while they secretly feed the Sunspears information on the Mordant Crescent's movements, so they can continue to evade them. (Alana is the Hero of Nightfall in my personal AU, and simply a Nightfall companion for collab AU's!) They also tune in to help Flower, occasionally commenting on how they remember that "a Sunspear first carried that same book." Liifa keeps convincing himself that they aren't talking about him, but they are. That's its own whole thing.

And so!! Shenanigans ensue!! Flower only knows Liifa as a voice from the Binding for a while, since he risks exposure by hopping out of it at any point. so he doesn't! Eventually they figure out how to wrangle her memories back from Ipos, too. So Liifa then knows her as Eliana, although Joko continues to call her Flower aksjdnjdfh

ALSOOOO !!! here's a brief change of pace via a snippet from one of their writings together:

Eliana had a soft, pleasant smile, gently tilting her head to the side as she stared at him. Liifa uncertainly pinned one ear back, raising a brow in question. Her smile widened as she giggled. “Sorry for staring, I just think you’re pretty. I haven’t seen you before now.” His ears flicked up as he fumbled for words, awkwardly resting his left arm behind his back as he thought about his posture, how he must look at the moment- “Oh, right, ah… Well, as you can see, nothing like Ipos.” He joked, shrugging as he looked out the window. She giggled again, and Liifa felt something in his chest constrict. “Oh, of course! Absolutely nothing like that raven,” she chimed in, casually patting on the bed next to her. “Come on, you don’t have to stand all the way over there.”

(they're cute and i love them so much sdjhsdf)

once he's Out of the book once, it ends up happening more and more often. :> Only ever in the safety of Eliana's "room" in the palace, but still! She pesters him into snuggling with her some nights and he awkwardly obliges her. ^^ This definitely endears them both to each other a lot more!! They start to take little outings onto the roof, too, to look at the stars some nights! It's one of Eliana's favorite things to do while they're stuck there, trying to plan their future escape.

There is a point where, uh !! Eliana doesn't bring back the Commander's head for Joko, and he's furious about it because she Didn't Even Try. :) This part is very fun, because Liifa comes out of the Binding in full shroud because Joko's threatening to end her life for good. He doesn't appreciate that!! - The problem, is that Eliana's terrified for Liifa's safety. She,, very nicely asks him to just,, retreat to the Binding :') He hates this!!! ABSOLUTELY HATES THIS!!! but he does, only because he's thinking up a plan.

Smash cut to uh, Eliana's dead for a minute, Ipos is trying to steal her soul still, (and Liifa's,) and Liifa's trying to figure out how to bring someone back from the dead without accidentally tying their lifeforce to his and turning them into, essentially, his phylactery.

Even with everything in the Binding, he can't :') so! He sucks it up! and uhh!!!!!!! Revives her!!!!!! BUT THERE'S A WHOLE THING WITH THIS PART OKAY OKAY THIS PART IS SO IMPORTANT. THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME AND ABOUT THEM.

Liifa does his healing thing, and pulling for her lifeforce and whatnot, right?? right?? (jingle jangle jingle this is important i prommy) Instead of reaching the whole way to bring her back, Liifa only reaches halfway. This is something that he never exactly talked to her about - the possibility of her dying, and them getting out meaning that he would have to revive her and bind her to him in the same way that Joko's done to her. So he's hesitant. He doesn't like doing this. He only reaches halfway in order to give her a choice. (She's stuck in limbo due to Binding shenanigans, also. that might be an important detail to this too FHSJGKJF) So he only reaches out to her, he doesn't drag her along. Her whole life has pretty much been having every choice taken from her, or made for her. So someone else giving her a choice, and meaning it, is a very big deal for her!!

She reaches back, he brings her back; they're both exhausted and Liifa worries that he's made a huge mistake, but she reached out to him as well. That has to count for something. and it does!!

Bonus: i like to think that lich / phylactery bonds between people also means that they can feel each other's emotions! :D so i use this headcanon a lot lol. This unintentionally does wonders at bonding them closer together though!! (And as time goes on, they end up becoming one hell of a battle-couple because they just get so in-tune with each other!)

Eliana's coming back from the dead is very noticed, however, and Joko decides to let them have their little game, for now. She's still Awakened, and technically has the pull of two different liches going on now. (Liifa, again, hates this and tries to be as ambivalent as possible as to not unintentionally influence her on anything.) She still gains the title of The Desert Rose, forced into becoming Joko's righthand enforcer against any would-be upstarts.

Once the ending of Long Live the Lich comes around, she's forced to fight the Commander right before they can fight Joko. They're still placed in the throne room; and they cut her down once before Joko decides that he's going to join the fight. Making it a 2v1, not in favor of the Commander. ((debatably ofc! if it's an AU with someone else then there could be 2 Cmdrs in there or anything like that, i'm just working based off of my personal AU here!! ♥))

This is where Liifa sees an opening for a make-or-break plan. He takes his chances, leaping out of the Binding in full shroud, and immediately telling the Commander to focus on Joko; that he'll handle Eliana. (The Commander does not know who Eliana is lmao, but picks up that he's referring to The Desert Rose.) Liifa doesn't exactly fight her, but he does effectively talk her down as much as he can while Joko's distracted! :D

as we know Joko goes down, Aurene has a snackie -- they can finally leave!! Liifa kinda assumes that they'll part ways, but he also, just. Doesn't. Go Anywhere. not without Eliana at least! So they end up sticking together, and with the Commander's team for a minute, all the way up and through the end of Icebrood Saga!

they're gay the whole way through, though. They are ABSOLUTELY channeling that entire post about "not romantic, not platonic, but a secret third thing: so devoted that the lines blur." !!!! That's this entire stage !!!!

they're still at that stage to this day, but i have PLANS...

Eventually they will have more misadventures and get married and have a polycule!! ♥ BUT I'LL STOP HERE FOR RIGHT NOW. SINCE. UH. THIS IS ALREADY INCREDIBLY LONG !!! THERE'S TECHNICALLY A LOT MORE FOR THEM ALREADY AND A LOT MORE DETAILS BUT UH. YEA. THIS IS HELLA LONG. ♥

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK !!!

SORRY THAT I THREW SO MUCH INFORMATION AT YOU IN RETURN THOUGH !!! DW ABOUT READING EVERYTHING BECAUSE I KNOW THIS IS A LOT... I LOVE U THO SUNCROW THANKIE FOR THE RAMBLE OPPORTUNITY <3 <3 <3

[flamesofrebirths]

Clive is almost a stranger after all these years, but also, the way Joshua feels at his brother's side is exactly the same as before. So much time passed, and yet, their bond hasn't changed at all. He wishes the circumstances could be better, though. Hopefully, once they deal with Ultima, they will have more time.

There's one thing Joshua absolutely needs to know, though. That's why he almost runs to join his brother when he sees him. Is it too early in the morning for this ? Maybe. He never sleeps much.

"Tell me, brother." He's serious as he clears his throat. "Are you and Jill together now ? It surely seems that you are." He knows nothing about such relationships, but Clive doesn't need to know.

@txnichtgut ♥'d for a starter!

[cerbreus]

had a trainwreck of an in person consult for my sleeve tattoo yesterday only made better by the itty bitty yorkie shop dog adoring me and sitting on my lap the whole time.

[chaotiicgoods]

celes for @bccksmarts based on this!

Celes rarely talks about herself. There are so many things she doesn’t know herself, anyway. But every time she sees Headmaster Black, she can’t help but look at him with curious, and maybe somehow hateful, eyes. He doesn’t know who she is, of course. Or does he suspect it ? She can’t say. He talked to her when she arrived, but he hasn’t done it since. And that’s good this way. Celes’ mom would be relieved to hear that. 

Hermione has noticed Celes’ gaze toward Black, though. Of course, her friend is very observant. Everyone hates Black, but for Celes, it’s somehow different. It’s only once they are back to the common room that Celes decides to explain herself. “Don’t tell anyone, please, but he’s my uncle. I don’t think he knows, and it’s better if he never knows,” she admits with a sigh. 

[tildahatami]

WHEN: March 2023, mid-afternoon WHERE: The Grape Escape @draslihanxfahri-bailey

Everything is fine, Tilda signed to her daughter for the eightieth time this afternoon. With each second and beep of her phone with an incoming message, she remembered less and less what it was like to be thirteen and prone to hysterics. A grin hit her lips and faded fast at Layla indignant expression. She cleared her expression and looked sympathetic -- until she stumbled over someone's legs from where they sat on the ground. Sorry, she told Layla, nearly smacking her chest in her haste. To her daughter, she signed an abrupt goodbye and closed her phone. "Umm. Do I want to know?"

Right then, a person barreled into her side with a squeal. Tilda caught them both before they collapsed into the woman. An automatic rebuke hit her lips: "Stop running." They spluttered, eyes darting from one woman to the other. "What's the matter?" She recognized one of them: an employee here who was more skittish than not. The woman she didn't recognize, squinting at her with evident confusion. Nor did she recognize the people filtering in, drawn to the scene like moths to flames.

[twilightichor]

Suspicion runs rampant at its highest within Twilight Sword's mind since the arrival of an outworlder that people wasted no time to revere as the kingdom's princess when, in reality, royalty has fallen with King Irmin as the last king. It was sufficiently bad when awareness that he was rocking the foundations of this world with his deeds made itself manifest, and ultimately it fell into Dáinsleif's hands to do something to remedy it when the other five carriers of Khaenri'ah's hope didn't lift a finger for the cause. Let alone when the primary reason of crowning that girl that came like a fallen star as a princess out of a sick belief that she embodies the abyss.

Reason why Dáinsleif has always made everything in his power to stay away from her, for he's never wanted to partake in anything remotely dangerous that is interwoven with the Abyss— as many seem to have forgotten, it's their enemy that has been breathing at their neck and lurking at their doorstep since the very foundation of Khaenri'ah. So in view of the reasoning of the nobility turning her into the kingdom's princess, it is the easiest to believe that she would agree with their ways.

Or perhaps that is his own prejudice speaking and the reality is different.

His maneuvers could bring him so far until he was appointed as her personal guard —mainly for events, thankfully— by the regent. Such as tonight's, in which he was pushed to start as early as he was told by visiting the residence she inhabits to guide her towards the royal palace, where the event is bound to take place. And so he dips his head, his hand balled in a weak fist over the spot of his heart as per the Black Serpent Knight chosen salute to show respect —perhaps he could've shown more than that, he has seen many kneel before her presence—. ◜Regent Alberich has appointed me as your personal guard effective immediately. So from now on, I may protect you as the Twilight Sword.◞

@lunaetis ✧

[sacrialege]

a small thing from the countess, ♥

there's something about vampires that elizabeth can immediately recognize. like attracts like, and it's almost as if vampires have special auras that scream out to the countess: i am like you. she doesn't have a lot of vampire friends—they are far and few between when it comes to the cortez—so when she realizes what he is, at the bar, the countess pounces. he looks like someone more sally's type, but the countess feels something inviting in him and finds herself yearning for it.

she inserts herself next to him at the bar. "hello, love." the countess' lips upturn just slightly as she holds out her hand for him to take, leaning in closer to him. the idea of personal space matters very little to her, especially when it comes to inside the hotel. "elizabeth march, the countess," she introduces herself, pride in her tone when she says her name. "i own the hotel. here, let me get you another drink." the countess doesn't wait for an answer before she calls over liz with a wave of her other hand. she offers liz a sweet smile, and liz only shakes her head. she knows the countess' games all too well. a moment later, her attention is back on her new favorite stranger. "how long is your stay, love?"

@r3dblccd, for yongsun.

[lielove]

@solivcgant || starter call.

A VOICE ACTING JOB... for a game that was set to release for a portable game console on that day. ai just voiced a minor character for the game, but she was excited about the job all the same. she played the first boss in the game - one that tells the cast of a rumor of people being possesses, only to be the one possessing the townspeople. She's slain in the end, but it was a role worthy of showing her name on some of the advertisements, if nothing else.

unfortunately, the game just seemed to be flying off the shelves !! no matter where she went, she couldn't seem to find a copy to purchase. to think that she'd be spending her off day like this !! clad in a disguise she enters what she thinks may just be the fourth or fifth shop - a single copy sits neatly on the shelf. she reaches out to it, the game nearly in her grasp as her fingers brush against someone else's.

looks like someone had beat her to it, right at the end. though she may have been disguised, she wouldn't hear the end of it if word got out that she caused a scene over a video game of all things.

she moves her hand back, offering a small smile as she adjusted her hat to cover her eyes. ❝ take it, it's yours !! ❞