#resonette

[covetcore]

@resonette sent: “ believe me, you weren’t my first choice, either. “ — for sylus, probably when they’re stuck together at some point.

❝ Should I be flattered then? ❞ Quick to retort, but he can't deny the smug expression tugging along the corners of his mouth. It wasn't often he found her to be in some sort of predicament that required his help. So he was going to soak this up as much as he can.

After killing the engine & leaning forward upon his motorcycle, he gave her appearance a once over. It didn't take much observation to see she's been through one hell of a time. He wasn't even going to begin any questioning though, it was already decided that he'd help. There was, however, a raise of a brow before he would willing offer up assistance. Refusal to budge off this motorcycle until...

❝ I'm waiting to hear you say please. ❞

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[quietlyblooms]

rattling my cup against the iron bars of my medieval prison. plots please

plots please | @resonette

soooo i haven't caught up with the various past lives of the mc, but i love your ideas for seren's, and i'd love to see chiyo consistently appearing as a right hand of sorts. like in that last ask you wrote, a friend, companion, sister -- someone who is always there to lean upon, to find herself in a similar boat and show seren she isn't alone. i just think it'd be such a sweet detail to add into their relationship :' )

that being said, i'd really love to follow up on that whole " time to make a deal with the devil " line. i'd love to give seren a chance to work through that fear she felt when chiyo was shot as sylus comes to the rescue; i'd love to give chiyo a chance to feel guilty for putting seren through all of that but still stubbornly admit she'd do it all over again before she ever let seren get hurt. she's someone precious, and she deserves to be protected. and since i write him on my multi, i wouldn't mind tossing my sylus into the mix and seeing what happens. i think it'd be interesting what sort of " deal " would be brokered, particularly when he'd have to be aware of how special seren and chiyo's bond is.

and finally!! if it's something you'd be interested in, i wouldn't mind exploring seren and chiyo's relationship and how it developed when they were teens. i do imagine that chiyo would have kept close contact with josephine and thus seren and caleb, but going from being family friends who occasionally visit each other to living together can be quite the change. especially for chiyo who is so!! difficult to reach at times. i think about that line you wrote in a reply about having someone new to project her needs onto, and it makes me wonder how chiyo would have reacted to seren being so ready to be there for her.

[thesellsword]

lyric starters. / @resonette whoa, mama from bright star.

"I’m a restless small town boy with a heart as wild as a big city." bronn says, resting his elbows on the counter of her floral shop. he looks exhausted; it's no secret that bronn comes from the next town over and has a reputation for being a scoundrel. if they only knew what he was dealing with at home. he always had wanted to escape, but alas, sometimes you don't get what you want. "you're a sweet girl, wrap a man around your pinky..." has he been flirting with her every time he comes to town to deliver crops? yes. can't help it.

[kusatta]

" i wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important. " a cant of the prophet's head, he watches the other carefully, " you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. " / @resonette.

[primegrim]

      glass of wine is brought up to colored lips , sipping from it as waiters pass by , serving others . no matter the amount of times some might ask her if she is ready to order ( after all , the menyu was left by the side of the table , closed , for some time now ) , the woman just says she is waiting for someone .

   sunglasses are put on the table the moment the other arrives , however ; and she sighs , swirling the drink in her hand . though , there's a little smile to be found on her face , now "" i almost thought you wouldn't come . ""

|| @resonette liked for a starter !

[moenxs]

“ if you’re going to kill someone , kairos , kill them. don’t stand around talking about it . “

𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮 .

@resonette

If there was ever a moment Kairos thought about hitting someone for the fun of it, now would be one of those times. Not that it was entirely Seren's fault though, Kairos was merely rather exasperated with the situation.

"You act like I haven't killed someone before." Kairos lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose lightly, eyes closing tightly shut as she tried to will the raising urge to simply perish. "But I'd rather not get arrested so I'm talking about it instead...!" She huffed and now she was pouting.

[woodcries]

@resonette sent: [ GIFTS ] — from seren in her farming sim verse to any of your rune factory / stardew valley / story of seasons muses !!

[ GIFTS ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house with gifts for the homeowner themselves.

how many days had this happened now? where she'd gotten so focused on farmwork and chores that she'd returned home without speaking to anyone and merely waiting out the last hours of daylight until it was a socially acceptable time to go to bed? at least she had fin around, otherwise she would have gotten really lonely in all the back and forth.

molly's head sprung up when she heard the knock on the door, quickly moving to smooth her disheveled hair and clothes. hopefully her fields didn't look too disorganized like they had when she first moved out to the country. ' oh, hi! sorry about the mess, what brings you out here? '

[holidayhost]

host satoshi should be, in proper theory, the second-tiered host. in all ways, he is the acting assistant manager, though acting from the shadows would be an aptly fitting descriptor for what he really provides.

he stands at a decent height, similar to the manager's, and seems to be taking active notes, filling in where necessary, and entertaining tables throughout the evening with a refined position. as the number three host, he is impeccable at his job, and he maintains the right face throughout all series of conflict and chaos.

approaching the table of what some have labeled the "lonely women" of the evening, he knows better than to leave a guest unattended. it's practically their first rule to abide by.

never leave a guest alone for more than a few minutes, even if they aren't your party for the evening.

adjusting his fake glasses, he observes her with a firm expression before it softens, as if he is finally relaxed around her presence. he holds his notepad in one hand, pen balanced between the pages, as the other swoops his black hair to the side.

it's all an act, of course, but one he plays well.

❝ if anything, i should be the one apologizing. it's impolite to leave a beautiful woman alone on a night like this. ❞ a beat. ❝ may i sit? ❞

@hehosts ↻ ♡   (  not accepting.  ) 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .  something to hide , grandson.

seren amphelos could pick out a wolf in sheep's clothing with some mild precision. her work as a hunter, an investigator, a broker of all things legal and illegal and in-between, depended on a high perception and a sardonic wit. as a member of the topmost force within her organization, seren knew that without piercing eyes and a quick notice of detail, she would be a lamb among lions, ribs spread and lungs on display. not again. never again.

shining! was, in many ways, a lion's den, though the lambs in this instance were the young men who posed as the role of hosts. where seren was from, host clubs weren't as popularized as the more vanilla, cutesy counterparts outside of the water trade -- maid cafes and cat cafes and karaoke bars, where the sources of entertainment didn't rely on the leering hands and tittering giggles of their customers. exhaling slowly, seren found herself at a table, fingers gently waiting by her wrist, the screen of her smartwatch lit up by accident, which is promptly covered. seated far away from others, as she had watched the gentlemen of this establishment do to any clients that walked in, she smiled politely at the other girls that walked by, pretending not to be annoyed by their sneers and grins of her solitude rather than her presence of a pair of group. eh. let her play the role of the lonely maiden tonight if she must. but no: seren was here for one thing, and one thing alone -- to investigate a rumor.

a rumor of a man who could make anything happen, for the right price.

when the man approaches her at the table, she offers her most polite smile. she had to say, the service was great: the house decided who accompanied her, and she really hadn't been waiting long at all. glossed lips smile, and she tilts her head to the side, examining the other. shining knew what it was doing. she wondered, briefly, if they had tabs on anyone who walked in. " hi, " she smiles, here, her teeth on display through her words, " terribly sorry you ended up over here. i'm new to all this, you see. "

[samehaltawil]

[inheritsnothing]

the gods have yet to make a man who lacks the patience for absolute power, your grace. independent ser otto hightower of hbo's house of the dragon. sideblog, follows back from @thesellsword. book and show friendly. crossover and oc friendly. schemed by bunny, 31, she/they. 18+ only. est 9/2024. promo by @/resonette.

[covetcore]

@resonette sent: “ i’m sorry, i didn’t know where else to go. “ — for xavier :)

Despite his best attempt to stifle a yawn upon answering the door, he can't help but do so against the back of his hand. Sleep glazed eyes blinked slowly for a moment as he registered who it was at his door. When he finally recognized it was Seren, he took a few steps back & opened the door further in a gesture for her to come on in.  ❝ It's okay, I needed to wake up anyway. ❞ Which was true, he had slept through his alarm. What should've been a quick nap had been a few hours. 

Once she had stepped inside his apartment, Xavier shut the door & stretched his arms over his head before regarding her with concern now. ❝ Are you alright though? Did something happen? ❞ A softer tone asks now, though he knew if she didn't want to talk about it he wouldn't pry further.

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[quietlyblooms]

@resonette wanted a lil something!

" i figured you'd understand, but... " chiyo trails off, gaze averted to the streets outside and brow furrowed as she watches people go about their day as normal. normal. nothing feels normal anymore -- maybe hasn't since her parents, and only now she isn't strong enough to remain in denial. even that invisible hand that always seemed to guide her feels absent, like it's abandoned her when any familiarity at all would have been a comfort.

but she isn't alone. it's easy to be swallowed up by grief and forget, but however terrible it is, seren is in the same exact boat as chiyo. they both lost people they cared about. they both were given information that only left them with more questions. maybe they'll get through this, then, together.

she meets seren's gaze, surprisingly misty-eyed when she goes to speak. she has to gather herself for a moment before that choked feeling goes away. " i was worried you'd try to stop me. you've always looked out for me. " she looks out for everyone; who looks out for her? chiyo wants to. her eyes fall to the small table between them. " i need answers, though, even if it's dangerous. "

[thesellsword]

Have you ever been in a city under siege? Maybe this part's not in your books. See, it's not the fighting that kills most people; it's the starving. Food's worth more than gold. independent rp blog for ser bronn of the blackwater from game of thrones and a song of ice and fire. book & show friendly. crossover and oc friendly. good vibes all around. 18+ only. loved endlessly by bunny, 31, she/they. est 1/2014. promo by @/resonette.

[holidayhost]

“i hope i’m not intruding - but i see that i am.” (feel free to do whatever you'd like with this!!)

poldark sentence starters ♡ accepting ♡ @resonette

❝ well, ❞ says one visage of the great man.

❝ you're here now, ❞ says the second.

he is sitting both behind the desk and across from himself, indulging in morning coffee with ... himself. a private moment / an intimate exchange, one that he does not take so kindly to being intruded upon. still, there is work to be done. the more the merrier ... or so they say.

❝ join us, ❞ instructs the first. ❝ sit. ❞

❝ care for a cup of coffee? tea? ❞ offers the twin.

❝ but ... we do insist — ❞

❝ — that you sit. ❞

[woodcries]

@resonette sent: “ i think he’s filthy, rude, a scoundrel. i don’t like him one bit. “ / for kinsey

it was hard not to laugh a little at that-- after all, she'd said the same thing many times about quite a few men and that hadn't stopped her from making some questionable choices with them-- but kinsey kept it to a small chuckle, glancing down at her cup of tea. she was trying to listen anyway, not bring her own mess into things

' well... better keep him away from me. ' she took a long sip, taking the tea bag between her fingers. ' i'm already a magnet for scoundrels. '

[quietlyblooms]

chiyo's curious brown eyes watch seren for a moment as she hums, stalling for time. what makes a story worth being told? chiyo's never thought of it that way before. what stories does she want to tell? that's always been the question. she wants to tell the story of those who struggle to reach out their hands ( like her, even if she stays quiet ); those who stay when everyone else leaves; those who are patient and those who are not, who get frustrated and feel hopeless; those who find their light again; she wants to tell the stories of the struggle and of the happily ever after. it's out there for everyone, even chiyo. even seren. if the two women just reach for it.

but it's easier said than done, isn't it? that's why she won't stop writing. she has to keep hoping.

" it isn't about being worthy, " chiyo starts, swirling around the remaining melted ice in her cup. this heat is unbearable. she isn't meant for this sort of weather, yet she'd never turn down an opportunity to see the busy huntress. " because everyone has a story that should be heard. i just... " her gaze turns skyward, protected by her own sunglasses as she watches a lone cloud pass overhead. " i try to tell the ones that are harder to say aloud. i dress it up with magic and battles, but it still comes down to the people. they need each other, or there's no manga. everything would fall apart, same as our lives. and sometimes, everything falls apart anyway because that's how life is even if we all pretend like it isn't. "

it's an uncomfortable feeling, this vulnerability, but chiyo doesn't swallow it down. she speaks it into the space between them, aware that there's a weight to her words that only comes from experience, from personal investment. artists put a little bit of themselves in their work, and chiyo is not an exception to this rule. the blonde lets out a deep breath, flashes a soft smile at seren.

" i'm biased, though. i can't write sad endings. i always wanna write the version of the story where everything's okay in the end. "

@quietlyblooms ↻ ♡   (  not accepting.  ) 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . .   american teenager , ethel cain.

summer was such a volatile time. sometimes summer was too cold, spring's lingering touch reaching in to what she could consider appropriate. othertimes, like today, it was far too hot to do anything but complain about the heat, which is what landed them here: walking through the streets of linkon city, each of them with a drink in their hand and summer apparel clung to sweat-stained bodies. given her pale complexion and the lightness of her hair, seren was not a fan of the summertime, instead opting for the cooler months, but she knew how to handle herself.

glossed lips wrap around the straw once more, slurping - a tell-tale sign that her refreshing summer drink had run out. pouting a bit, seren looks down at her cup and sighs, shaking her head now. mismatched eyes peer over her sunglasses to chiyo, and she rolls her neck, sighing.

" how do you do it. " she asks, after a while, looking up at the sky after glancing at her friend. " your stories. your manga. how do you work on it all, knowing that everyone around you has a story? like . . . hang on, i'm not making any kind of sense. "

" i guess . . . what i'm asking is . . . what makes a story worth being told? " it's obvious seren has something on her mind, but seren and chiyo are two halves of the same thought. both of them have gardens they have built up. chiyo questions her place in other's lives, and seren makes sure no one gets to make a place. it's a rare thing, for this kind of vulnerability to sit in-between the huntress's teeth, but here it is, sacrificed in the name of curiosity. she turns to look at chiyo completely now as they walk, white hair falling out of her claw clip and down her shoulders. she looks the pinnacle of linkon summer, but it's evident in the gleam of the sweat under her eyes that she never asked to be.