#sapientiis

[joseiten]

Arba ✨

@sapientiis

"Solomon."

[infintasmal]

@sapientiis asked: “ who did you kill? whose blood is that? ”. / Paimonnn Bloody Prompts / Accepting

Paimon is not meant for war. Her heart is meant for love, for dancing, for unending passion, for the warmth of a flame and the strength of a storm. But not for this, for the blood sprayed across her. She sits on the ground, at the edge of a cracked imprint in the ground. Her assailant slammed so hard into it that he was crumbled by the debris. With one hand, she's holding her stomach, where his magic had burned her. And with the other she clenches her staff like a lifeline.

The wind gathers around her like a protective blanket, only dissipating when Solomon approaches; the storm trusting.

"There was a group of them. They came in the night to torch our village. They said... they said we've enjoyed our freedom long enough. That all of us lesser beings would be back under his control soon enough," she spits through grit teeth. The anger fizzles to fear but she tries to control herself. Paimon raises a hand to wipe away her tears, smearing the blood on her hands. When she realizes that her hands are stained, she shudders. Is it all hers? She's not sure.

"I-- I didn't mean to kill them. I had too, right? I have to protect my people. I won't let it happen again, I won't loose them again." She tries to stand then but falters. There's blood crusted through the feathers on her legs. She leans on her staff and pushes through it. She has to be strong now. She's a leader, a defender. She can't be weak. And trying to push it off, she looks toward Solomon and tries to smile.

"You came, though. That makes me happy."

[capravulpes]

💪 / ganyu !

@sapientiis

It was a surprise when Solomon suddenly lifted her up into his arms. Her cheeks turned scarlet as she appreciated his kind gesture. She looked at him and said, "Y-You don't have to carry me, Solomon."

[eternalbxtterfly]

🌹

@sapientiis Give Elise a rose or a knife RP Meme.

"Ah.Thank you very much dear it's a truly beautiful flower if not the most beautiful one."

Elise smiled before reaching out her hand to gently take said rose and pat the other's head right afterwards.

[m3dieval]

Christ Church MS 92 De Nobilitatibus, Sapientiis, et Prudentiis Regum, folio 49v. Circa 1327, English.

[thegothicera]

Oldest known European depiction of a firearm (a vase-cannon) from “De Nobilitatibus Sapientii Et Prudentiis Regum” by Walter de Milemete, English, 1326

[zorkaya-moved]

babymon is here staring at the baby dragon.

@sapientiis

The presence of the human child is quite entertaining, the younger dragon finds herself thinking as she flies around to see how he'll have. Unlike her mother, she is closing to nine hundred years now, quite delighted to soon to be allowed to finally travel farther away than anyone else. She'd watched the mortals like him attain the power to do magic, she is a baby dragon by the standards of Origin Dragons but she is an ancient being already before the eyes of those small species like humanity. How curious they are... how curious this little one is. She wonders if he'll like a new trick she learned after his initial visit. It’s been hard to master but she was quite proud of her accomplishments. As the baby human continues to study her, the origin dragon speaks in her language that he’d already gotten a better ahold on:

" You are funny. Would you like to see a trick? ” The dragon lowers herself to look at the child with an inquiring gaze. There is some mischief to her tone and she know her mother is watching, but she won’t do anything about it. The trick is nothing but a fun things she’d learned how to do. Though, truly, her ‘baby’ years must be so different compared to his own. This is why when she receives a nod does the dragon ask him to close his eyes. “ Close your eyes and don’t open until I speak again, alright? ” It makes her wonder if her mother is chuckling because she turns her head away, seemingly uninterested but she usually does so to not let others catch her chuckling. 

Without missing a beat, the dragon closes her eyes and ...

“ You can open your eyes, ” her voice now sound so different, an actual voice instead of a voice mostly spoken in the heads of another. So present as well, right behind the young baby. The moment Solomon would open his eyes and turn around, he will meet a pair of golden eyes glowing with an inhuman mystery, the silver locks falling down, a simple white dress on her. A young woman stared back at him. 

The baby years in her dragon years are ancient for the humans, but she wishes not to take an appearance of an older human being who seem to have a hard time moving around... well, some. A child would also not fit her wishes, so this form seems to be most fitting. The smirk widens on the origin dragon now turned a young yet inhumanly beautiful woman as she speaks again, brushing her hair off her shoulder to her back. “ Now we can speak in your human language and I can hear you better. Sometimes, it’s hard to understand your pipsqueaks. Teach me tons about your race as one of them, Solomon. And maybe someday... I’ll join you for your journey. When I can maintain this form for longer than a couple of hours. ” 

[universestreasures]

@sapientiis​ you still get to experience Aladdin going through his rebellious teen phase cause he essentially said: SCREW YOU DAD I’M TELLING THEM. LMFAO

[highseaskxng]

(icons only) Sinbad walking in and seeing all of his concubines are with Solomon -

Icons only meme // Still open

[consequor]

@sapientiis​ asked ; Icons only + it's 4am and all I can think is butt naked Solomon with only a leaf covering his front, yes Sinbad greatly inspires me in life

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to and I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[joseiten]

@sapientiis

​        HER EYES WERE FILLED WITH a mavelonce fire. She felt every inch of her body shaking. Not because Arba was nervous, but seeing this person alone made her feel so many mixed emotions. Arba never bothered with her emotions. She tended to act how she was supposed to, to make everything work in her plans. But she didn’t know what she’d do when she saw him again. 

        “..Solomon.”

[infintasmal]

@sapientiis:

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃. 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌. There is a certain, fascinating uniqueness to its sons and daughters ; it is only natural for his free spirit to thirst for more of their culture, including their blusterous art of fighting. Curiosity is in his each heartbeat and, involuntarily a brow rises when his beloved companion's hands soon guide his form to a different shape than the one Arba has so dearly drilled into his body and mind. Her touch is on his arms, guiding, and soon finds his waist. Even his legs seem to have shifted in their place, albeit subtly. ❝ I see.❞ A smile enlightens his moon-kissed features the moment his vivid sapphires catch the lovely shade of her amethysts, which seem even lovelier up close. ❝ It not that hard to see the merits of having such a stance. ❞ All these subtle changes are necessary so that his body can move more freely and in control when squalls greatly accelerate the force of his moves. His speed would also reach a new height, he reckons. But one needs to have a quite good control over gales, obviously. He supposes where he lacks, his strength magic can assist. But of course, he would like to perfect it without resorting to other methods. That is why, he is truly looking forward to training more with her.

❝ But I reckon it is not easy to maintain during a real fight — at least would not be without proper training. So, I am looking forward to having you as my mentor, Paimon. ❞

Paimon was overjoyed to hear of Solomon's curiosities in her people. Every question he asks makes her heart sore. She had once been skeptical of him, lost in the grief that swept through her people in the wake of David's occupation of her tribe. She couldn't imagine trusting another human, of opening her heart to someone of his kind. And in those first few weeks, she had kept her distance. Their alliance was tentative, fragile like splintered glass, her people scattered and Paimon so new to leading, so afraid of bringing more harm. But Solomon was patient and kind. He out stretched his hand and waited for her to take it.

And when she had it was a whirlwind. Now she looked forward to each question he had, the interest he showed in her and the tribe she loved so dearly. Now she trusted him, more than anything else.

She'd only ever taught the fledglings to fight, as she had been taught by her mother. And she extended the offer to Solomon, to show him a part of her people's heritage. While they weren't especially interested in fighting, many of them knew the basics. And it was never more important than it was now.

"Normally, if you were a part of my tribe, you would have to learn to dance long before you would ever learn to fight. But I'm feeling generous, so I'll teach you~"

So she guided him through the basic stances, stood close to him to move him into position, a hand on his arm, his waist, her feet beside his. When she was satisfied with how he stood, she bounced away to judge him at a distance.

"Hm~ You're a quick learner but still a little stiff. You're thinking too much. You have to feel it." She takes her stance, starts walking in circles around him. She moves slowly, circling, light on her feet as if she's not touching the ground at all. "Feel how the wind moves, how it pulls your heart. It can be a light breeze in your hair, like a lover whispering to you in the night." Her movements begin to speed up, one foot over another, arms circling. The bells on her bangles chiming. "Or a gust, strong enough to take leaves from the trees, to pull a boat across the sea. Stronger still, a typhoon that shapes the land itself. So untamed in the way she moves, you can only bend with her as she blows." Her excitement comes to a climax as she steps toward where she had laid her staff on the ground, a golden pole-arm tufted with dark violet feather, a precious heirloom of her people. She kicks it up with her foot, catches it mid air. With it she jumps, pivots and spins, lands with a burst of wind. When she does, she laughs, full hearted, twirling on her toes. "A power that can caress or destroy, feel it in your heart and let it guide you forward."

[capravulpes]

💋 / Ganyu ? (:

@sapientiis

She froze for a moment and it didn't take long for her cheeks to redden. He was asking for a kiss, so she leaned over and kissed his lips gently, then pulled away hoping it was enough."I-I hope that was enough, Solomon."

[eternalbxtterfly]

What tragic horror character trope are you?

The one who opened the door

You turn the door handle. you call out, "who's there?" and the crowd has the audacity to groan, to get frustrated with you. as if the gift of hindsight was something you had. how the hell were you supposed to know you were born into a horror movie? no one bothered to tell you. say, if instead this was an action film, or a fantasy, would they still be telling you how silly of a mistake it was to press further on your quest? they would've commended you for your bravery. you thought you were going to be saving a princess in a tower, not getting stabbed in the back by a killer in the shadows. how is that fair? it isn't, and none of that was ever your fault. it is not wrong to believe things are good. your trust, your optimism, it shouldn't ever be mistaken for ignorance or stupidity. we need more people who open doors. how else are any of us gonna move forward?

Tagging: @thuganomxcs @etherealguard @crimsontwins @ayahimes @executionher @smolwolfs @knavera @sapientiis and whoever wishes to do this.

[rursusvya]

@sapientiis​

It was a bit strange.  Looking at him now, up close, Solomon really did look like him; Or maybe, he looked like Solomon instead. That was much more likely. After all, he was his..

Absently, Aladdin reached out; his hand gently grabbing hold of the man’s long braid.

Oh. Oh!

Swiftly, he brings his hands back, holding them firmly at his sides. “Uh, sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

[noctifr]

sapientiis started following you

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