#pastelfable

[swagginton-art]

Artfight Day 8!!! I also finished some up today on day 11, so expect that one soon, hopefully.

The cutie Miss Melody, belonging to @beekirby / @beekirbydrawsstuff

My girl Swagbae hanging out with my super awesome bud @heart-buzz

And @pastelfable 's master of fashion, rocking the one armed longsleeve. Genuinely want that irl.

[fairlybeloved]

@pastelfates

"Attention, citizens!" It was a Knight of some sort, facial features hidden behind a helmet. It made the announcement he projected to the surroundings slightly muffled, difficult to decipher if one wasn't paused in their daily comings and goings to pay it any mind.

"We are on the lookout for a dangerous fugitive at large! Black, spiky hair, blue eyes, six foot, two inches tall, large Buster Sword at his back----"

Said fugitive was hunkered down precariously behind a bush, not the best hiding place by itself, but especially not with a.... witness standing right at his side. A blonde haired girl, who, ironically, at least APPEARED to be looking straight at him.

Zack raised an index finger to his lips, brows furrowed in concern, quietly mouthing, 'Please don't say anything.' He looked to be injured, in a bad way himself, not in any condition to be scurrying away in a hurry as it was.

"If you SEE said fugitive, DO NOT APPROACH. Report to your local constabulary immediately." The Knight moved on, his voice carrying distantly now, a similar speech for the next set of nearby citizens.

[talesofourworlds]

@pastelfates liked for an Arise starter!

Rinwell didn't remember seeing this particular building before, but curiosity had gotten the better of her. The sign had made it sound like a blacksmith, but it looked a bit different from the ones she was used to. Then again, Rinwell reminded herself, the blacksmiths she and her friends had been to in the past had usually just taken up residence in the inns they'd visited. So this one must have been around for a while and she'd just... not seen it.

There's a chance they won't be willing to make spellbook upgrades, though, she reminded herself. It always had been lucky when the ones she'd been to before happened to have printing presses to make specific books for her to use in battle. As Rinwell walked inside, she didn't immediately see anything of the like. That didn't mean it wasn't worth asking. Now that she thought about it, though, she didn't immediately see anyone that might have worked there.

"Hello?" Rinwell called. "Is anyone here?" As soon as she found someone, she could inquire as to what sort of business they did. Mostly, Rinwell hoped to maybe get a new spellbook made. Provided, of course, that whoever worked there didn't have a problem with mages.

[strebcr-a]

(from Mana) ’ I prefer to be called evil genius. ’

"Villans are much more interesting characters anyway! Especially evil geniuses."

[constellationcrowned]

(Mana to Bo) Mana is a simple person, if someone is nice to her, she likes them. "I made you a friendship bracelet!" it's a simple beaded one.

"Another present? And just for me, too! I'm super lucky!" The sualokin wasn't wearing the flower she'd given him before but it was tucked safely away with his belongings and this gift was treated with the same amount of CARE AND AFFECTION. Large golden hues blink slowly as Bo watches the small mortal approach and put something around his wrist---a bracelet, one with black beads with the centers threaded through with veins of bright yellow and gold---and smiles warmly. What a lovely gift! "I promise to wear it all of the time, I really do! Oh, stay right there, okay? Don't move a muscle~"

Bo slips away for a few moments only to return with something of his own: A small and clearly well taken care of camera, which he holds up proudly. "This is an Inigo camera! Kiddo won't mind if we borrow it for a minute." Bo carefully winds his large, serpentine form around the young woman's back and once situated in a nice spot he peers over her shoulder and into her eyes, camera still in hand and at the ready.

"Do you want to TAKE A PHOTO WITH ME, Mana? This camera takes very special pictures you know~" Bat-like wings gingerly wrap around the mortal and draw her in even closer with the same notable care Bo was known for, "I think pictures and photos are wonderful gifts and if we have a photo of our time together it'll be impossible to forget; not that I could ever forget a kind girl like you even if I tried, and when we're apart you can look at it and hopefully YOU WON'T FEEL SO LONELY! We can take a bunch and I'll make you a nice scrapbook, I'm reallllyyyy good at making those! What do you say...?" Memories were important---and keeping them even more so.

[strebcrarchivess]

👁👄👁 for aaaa mana or sunny

Send 👁👄👁 for a shit post edit of your fucking muse!

La creatura

[ednaeflowers]

@pastelfates : (from Meebs) He is oddly not here to bicker for once, Sorey had wanted ice cream so he figured he'd make Edna a bowl. ❝Here.❞ the bowl is held out for her to take, ❝You have to clean your bowl when you're finished.❞

It is always concerning if he doesn't say anything sarcastic to her, so she squints at the bowl for a long moment before finally taking it upon seeing nothing weird being mixed into the contents. A part of her wants to complain about how she wanted orange and not vanilla just to see his reaction, but she isn't crass enough to do that when he made her ice cream that she never even asked for today. ( It didn't occur to her that he would ever do that for her, actually. ) Besides, ice cream is always good—and there are plenty of other methods to annoy him anyway.

❛  Okay, Nanny-leo,  ❜ she casually nods, feigning innocence as she takes the spoon to start eating. ❛  Do you also want me to show it to you later for you to inspect its cleanliness as well?  ❜

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[historias-multorum]

@pastelfates continuing from this.

"Well... If that's the case then, wouldn't what you're saying be just an opinion?" Serenity asked. "Because opinions are just our personal preferences and judgments without concert fact or evidence. You can say it but it is not back by information... right?"

[solivcgant]

[ from Sunny ] Surprise! He is getting a huge basket of chocolates and knitted flowers. Silly holidays give her an excuse to make a bunch of sweets. "Here ya go!"

considering the holiday, he expected something small. maybe even something homemade if he was LUCKY enough since sunny enjoyed baking. what he didn't expect was this. some huge basket practically covering her from his sight. "eh-- sunny? how long.. did this take for you to make?" he asked hesitantly while reaching forward to take the basket from her hands. it's one thing for someone like him to receive chocolates, but how does one repay the time spent over knitted flowers? even he wasn't sure what the white day gift guide looked like for something like THAT-- " thank you so much sunny, i think i'll have chocolates to last the entire year if i don't scarf them down in one sitting." he paused to look down at the knitted flowers decorating the basket, "and i'll put some of these behind my camera for my stream.. people have been saying i need to add more colours while i lose game."

[strykingback]

(From Sun to Zek) Normally the angel didn't go within three yards of men with guns, the noise those dastardly weapons made pissed her off but alas she was having trouble reading road signs and better to risk her hearing for a moment than to be lost. "Excuse me, handsome! I'm like super lost! Could ya point me in the direction of the nearest town?"

It was just another day in New Forde Village, everyone was still excited about the Day Of Blessings and later on The Day Of A New Dawn and decorations being up and such still being up even after the Festival that took place earlier last week. For Zek he still was granted leave from the Atelier Paladins to be with his mother and to catch up with her while Eros and the others deal with their next steps.

However he would hear someone call his name in his directions as he would look towards the other adjusting his facemask. "Hmm? The next town would be nearly more than five days away from here if you are walking. Plus I heard tonight is going to be very cold..... so cold that you may turn into a popsicle before you even make it halfway." He answered.

[malusrecord]

🎄🎄 (for Mell and Nellie!)

For every 🎄 I get in my inbox, my muse will tell you one thing they want the most for Christmas

"I would love some new dresses! And some shoes to match! Oh and a little stuffed bunny that smells like our rose garden and---" And on and on....

"N--Nellie....." Ahh, she wasn't paying attention. Also his hand is starting to hurt from her squeezing so tightly. "Y--you don't have to get me anything, miss! I have everything I need right here."

[fairlybeloved]

@pastelfates

"Hmm, wha---?" Movements, which felt more instinctual than anything else, found near immediate resistance, halting him in his tracks. He had to truly open his eyes and focus to see that it was the hand of a stranger, decidedly rejecting any other action he might fathom he take instead. His body openly accepted the bold refusal, head flopping back against the pillow.

Soft pillow actually...

Soft bed, with warm fluffy blankets. How long had it been since he'd been able to hunker down in a real bed? In a real room? Not the woods or the hard patch of something or other he was normally exposed to instead.

"What building fell on me?" He asked to no one in particular. Or....

... the stranger he then remembered had guided him back to laying down.

"Wait." He squinted, the quintessential act of 'sharpening' the vision and enhancing the ability to process puzzling situations [if only it really worked that way in reality]. "I know you. I mean, I've talked to you before?" Which wasn't exactly the same thing.

[talesofourworlds]

"What, you’ve never put cereal in a blender before? Calling yourself a chef?” (Mana for uhh Ivar or Rinwell!)

"No, I... can't say that I have," Ivar answered. Was this a regular cooking method? Maybe it was and he'd just never heard of it. Nia Khera wasn't exactly known for technological advances like the ones he was starting to get used to seeing. Now he was curious, though. His head tilted.

"What are we making that needs blended cereal, anyway?"

[strebcr-a]

{From Mana} ❝May Mana haves all your solved cubes? I need ammo for my war!!❞

"Sure thing Mana! I have a whooole box of em!" Streber said sliding over an impressively sized box full of solved rubix cubes.

*You have now acquired a whole big ass box of solved rubix cubes! Use them wisely or don't, I'm not your mom!*

[constellationcrowned]

<from mana to Kariom> She is a ball of never ending energy so here she is, with a picnic basket, "Kariom! Wanna have a picnic with me? Sunny has paperwork to finish and Ethel doesn't go on picnics. I made lots of sanwiches and tarts!" the only food items she never messes up, so everything is edible.

"....." His face twists into a subconscious, yet concentrated grimace as the scissors begin fraying one of the cords binding the book closed. This wasn't right and the star-reader knew it but couldn't stop himself, the association was too strong of a pull to continue brushing off, just like this wasn't her usual book. This was the book of the Traveler's that Kariom had subconsciously labeled the 'black book'; the one she was covetous over in a way that was EQUALLY FAMILIAR AND WORRYING, the one she didn't let him touch. She reminds him of Flynn whenever it comes up---Flynn's brusqueness, Flynn's habits, Flynn's secrets, the secrets most of all---and it pulled at him like the stars would: constantly, obsessively, possessively.

"What are you hiding...." Snip, snip. The metal bite of the scissors separates one cord and then the implement moves upwards towards the next binding with assurance. This was wrong. This was wrong but he needed to know what was going on. This was wrong and he needed to...what? Confront her? Help her? With what, exactly? Why did this feel different compared to the other journals and notes she let him look through openly with pride and enthusiasm? Too late now---the damage was done and it'd be hard to hide---so KEEP CUTTING AND FIND OUT. Snip, snip, sni---

The sound of the manor door suddenly banging open makes Kariom jump and drop the scissors; their job woefully unfinished, and he's quick to shove the book away from him towards the back of the table with a speed that only the startled guilty can muster. Even touching the cover makes his skin raise in goosebumps, the thought of turning the pages or pulling at the remaining cords makes his fingers twitch. This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong.

"Stryhas---!" His heart is suddenly going a mile a minute; he has the presence of mind to know it's Mana by entrance alone to say nothing of her bright, yelling voice, at the very least, and it's his fright rather than the impending company that makes the half-blood swear under his breath---and a proper swear at that, enough to make Flynn proud---in the tsourai tongue, the harsh word practically catching and fraying against his incisors. Shit. Why now...?!

And then the strange girl is bounding into the room with a basket tucked under her arm; her voice filling the space and scraping against his heightened senses. She mentions a picnic---and even the barest mention of food MAKES HIS ALREADY KNOTTED STOMACH TURN DANGEROUSLY, a reaction not helped by the fact that he could smell berries emanating from her basket---and it's a wonder he doesn't swear out loud.

Okay---a second, just take a second. Breathe. Inhale on one---

"I'm not feeling well." It wasn't a lie; and yet her rapidly falling countenance snags any further excuse....and what was meant to be a set of calming breaths. Maybe being outside would help---actually maybe she could help him more directly first....

"....Mana." Suddenly he's focused---intensely so, perhaps enough to be a bit frightening---and yet he keeps going forward. This had to work---at least until Kariom could figure out what to do. Or figure out how to talk to the Traveler about it. "Listen, I'll go on your little....picnic....and eat with you but you need to help me with something first. Can you retie a knot? I accidentally cut something and I need it fixed." He doesn't offer anything more than that but his intense gaze and shift in demeanor speaks volumes.