#serandipity

[dcviated]

things oft spoken to cats :: open

@serandipity sent: "alright, pack your bags. I'm sending you to the circus." - Bianca to Diluc c:

"...excuse me? The circus? Difficult to pack when I haven't unpacked. Not that I want to burden you so quickly." A beat, Diluc clears his throat lest his tongue escape him. "I apologize if I offended you. Maybe you found something funny with my introduction-" The tone used had departed from the prepared declaration and decorum-laden discussion with her father. Now that they were in private, he had ... hoped to keep up some of that mantle. Exasperation had mixed in with the confusion.

Warnings had been given to Diluc. That the daughter of Jasper de Saint-Coquille had her own quirks. Friendly advice while setting up this... harmless deception. Yes. Some level of standoffish behavior is to be expected with arranging a marriage. Bianca, however, was already about rivaling his own when dealing with the Knights.

"You had struck me as someone who would appreciate formalities and respect, miss Bianca. I wasn't being… a clown... I've seen a circus before, and I assure you I am a far cry from being so frivolous." Though perhaps he had laid it on a little thick beforehand. For all his business practices, the young scion had damn all experience with marriage.

But to drive out the villainy that lurked in the darkness...

[vierandancer]

@serandipity

Meiko did her very best to visit the First at least once a month. Not solely to check in on the state of the world itself, but because she missed so many people. Especially --

"Ryne!"

Meiko found Ryne with little trouble in the marketplace and made an immediate B-line for the teen, waving as she approached.

"Your usual delivery Viera -- Viis is back wi'another round o'letters from th'Source," she greeted, handing over a few letters. "I trust nothin' else has gone awry in th'last few weeks?"

She tried not to overly gush, but she really was so proud of how far Ryne had come. She looked to be more confident every time she saw her, and always did all she could to impress that upon Thancred when she saw him next.

[windmcge]

~༺ :||  He watched them disperse like ants stirred from their nest. All save the captain. He heard that word again, something about how she described him. Putting a lid on his desire for correcting the mortals on just who they were speaking with, this deceitful game could continue for a while longer.

Tetra's indication gave him better understanding for direction. An east wind, and he reasoned the ship could handle an extra force if they were already preparing for a troubling storm.

The note however... Tsk. Disrespect...

Scarlet eyes narrowing down at the captain, Vaati couldn't help the knowing smirk. He patted her cheek and whispered in a clear, modern tongue, "You just make sure you can keep up, brat."

And he raised a guiding hand for the wind which already began twisting in his desired direction.

There was an air of haughty arrogance about him. Tetra had a sneaking suspicion that if this so called sorcerer wouldn't be so desperate to find this 'Hyrule' place, he would have denied the request outright.

Whatever. She was the one doing him a favor, not the other way around, ultimately. After a tense silence, he finally scribbled down an agreement. Even the word's bled a reluctance to help.

But on the Great Sea there were no gods or masters, simply the call of the sea breeze and the adventure. He had to pull his weight!

"Alright lads, this old geezer is willing to help us. Ready the masts eastward. We're heading to Dragonroost." Tetra ordered.

"Aye Aye, Captain!"

And like sewer rats the crew scattered, preparing the boat to set sail. Tetra then turned back to Vaati and pointed at the map, "We're here. Dragoonroost is a days sail east of us. Can you handle that much, old man?"

[crystalmarred]

21, 22, 23!

— FROM TALKING TOPICS ;; ( @serandipity ) mention of @vierandancer and @diademreigned.

21 — your current RPC. I've been writing in the community on and off since about 5.3 or so, with a few breaks here and there, some longer than others. Took a long break and ended up coming back around May 2023 when Lanna suggested it. Completely closed off, only writing with people I already knew, then she suggested I follow Artie, who had only recently joined the fandom and was still at the start of Shadowbringers. Meeting them is easily one of the best things that has ever happened to me, so despite having had issues in this fandom previously, I owe it a lot. You know you've found something good when your static lead comments on you being noticeably happier.

22 — another RPC you’re part of. None, technically? This is my only RP blog and I intend to keep it that way. That being said, I am adding at least one muse from the Drakenier fandom, and I can't really say anything about that since I don't really intend to interact with the RPC specifically. The games cover just about every taboo subject there is and that's the kind of thing I'm extremely selective about.

23 — another RPC you’re no longer part of. Final Fantasy XV. I went backwards, from XV to XIV. I really enjoyed my time with this one and spent a couple years there, writing a multitude of characters. Noctis, Prompto and Verstael were some of the ones I enjoyed the most. I had a lot of fun when I was there, but fell out of it prior to Shadowbringers releasing because I started playing XIV and was too busy doing that to write anything.

[goldenthreadstories]

@serandipity with a continuation!

Sora would lightly press a couple of their fingers to their forehead, running it over their forehead to feel for the cut, they hadn't even realised that yet. The flinch when they did run their fingers over the area, okay yep that hurt a little.

They should probably accept the help so they would look up to Mipha now with a soft nod and a smile. They had a fuzzy feeling of something they could do similar, maybe for others too or some other kind of magick.

"I-I'd appreciate it Mipha..thank you."

After the healing, Sora would do their best to stand now carefully a soft smile. A little bit of a wobble but they held out their hands to balance a few deep breaths and they were stood, not feeling like they could walk right away but still.

"I'm fuzzy...but I think I was running...from something...?"

[booksofadventures-archived]

"Ex-Excuse me, I'm really sorry to bother you but could you tell me where I am?"

Sora had once again excepted a jump as they called it at this point. In one place one moment and then into the unknown the next. Right now they had just stumbled out from where they had suddenly come to be.

Hand on their head from a headache and slightly nauseous feeling that had come with this sort of travelling - something that Sora and their invisible to everyone else patron was trying to work on.

"...I-I'm so sorry I know it's a strange thing to ask."

{ you liked the call and got a sora! ; @serandipity }

[inspiirefear]

🍒  + @serandipity [Def. deserves more appreciation too!]

//Sera is super super sweet and kind and last time I said this I got some joking pushback because she's also usually pretty ready to throw hands but honestly thats part of it; i think it makes someone even sweeter when they're ready to fight for the people they love at the drop of a hat

She's super lovely and funny and a very talented artist and writer. I'm not as well versed on her newer muses since the change of blogs but she always puts so much care into her writing, her characters have a lot of depth and honestly i always think its so cute to just be forever matching up with your partners muses. Affection through writing and shipping is something that means a lot to me and my partner too so i think its wonderful

[lcstkey]

@serandipity sent where does it hurt? let me see. - from Aqua Dramatic and Protective Prompts

"I-I'm fine, really," Selena takes a step backward, anxiously scratching her right sleeve. They had gotten into a scuffle with some Heartless but nothing that Aqua couldn't handle. She had recently casted Blizzaza when she hasn't recovered her stamina and is paying the price with a migraine and a nosebleed.

" 'Tis just a few scraps that I can handle with a potion or an ether," She says, fumbling with shaky hands into one of her own pouches to search for one. The keybearer frowns and furrows her brows when she pulls a vial that turned up empty.

Deliora be damned, this wasn't my last one was it...?

[gcldfanged]

What is something you were most proud of for doing last year?

Whats something you wish you would've done last year?

Is there anything you're excited to do this year?

What's your honest opinion of the rpc last year? Do you think it'll change?

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 ���𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 2024 [ACCEPTING]

What is something you were most proud of for doing last year?

I think aside from managing to have a good work-life-hobby balance, I did start writing a lot of good meta essays concerning what sexual exploitation is like for trafficking victims and their mentality being conditioned by their pimps/owners.

Whats something you wish you would've done last year?

Reached out to more mutuals, definitely... I just have such limited time and energy and I get burnt out when I DO reach out, but then after giving my mutual like a handful of plot/thread ideas, they just ghost me. It makes me feel like I wasted my time.

Is there anything you're excited to do this year?

I am actively working on finishing my Triad-focused novel since I'm kins tired of getting dicked over by corporations and retail, so we'll see if I can start actually making an honest living off of my writing.

What's your honest opinion of the rpc last year? Do you think it'll change?

I normally don't really pay attention to fandoms or RPCs at large anymore, because I'd rather focus on likeminded writers and develop solid friendships with other muns- But also, I feel like Tumblr is a pretty awful platform.

If it's not tone-policing, it's content-policing and shaming sexual abuse victims for writing about certain content they desire to work through emotionally- Like, there is no "GOOD/PROPER" way to 'actually heal' from that kind of dehumanization.

The sheer amount of bad faith takes and massive overreactions to OOC communication between muns is really ridiculous- Either people don't communicate PERIOD, or they're projecting upon and assuming things about what you said and painting you as some giant asshole trying to hurt them on a deep and personal level? It's not cute.

And this isn't just 'oh, young person mistakes not being able to parse tone', these are writers near or at my age acting like children and not being able to take responsibility nor accountability for their own shit. Like, just take a step back or breathe before assuming the absolute worst and putting words in someone else's mouth. The automatic defensiveness and over-aggression I see in rules and mun information pages is really ugly and makes me not want to interact with these kinds of people period.

[themoonlitmonarch]

Starter for @serandipity (Murakumo!)

Ryker had heard that whenever Murakumo broke something within his own inn, it was usually Murakumo who worked to fix it. He could maybe understand why he didn’t want to come to Palmo for help… like… he got it. If you let Palmo renovate your building, you would have to be prepared to have a building that was partially made out of ice, or bedazzled stone or something crazy like that. Of course, Palmo would find a way to make it work. It was Palmo! Palmo was amazing at what he did. Buuut Ryker totally understood that his designs weren’t always people’s cup of tea.

But it wasn’t rare at all to hear Murakumo mention how he had accidentally broken something within his inn again, due to his own strength, and it was getting to a point where Ryker began to wonder if maybe an inn made entirely out of diamond or something was a necessity in this case. Maybe it would at least last longer than the materials that the inn was currently built from. Still, Ryker respected Murakumo’s decision to just repair his place by himself and chose not to bother with it. He wasn't going to force the man to accept help.

It was… a lot harder to ignore when Ryker had entered the building right as he saw Murakumo nearly go through the floor as the wood gave out beneath his feet. Ryker could only blink a couple of times in shock as he watched Murakumo pull his feet out from the hole and then, almost like he was on autopilot, Ryker gravitated over to Murakumo to hold out a hand for the taller man to take before leaning down to examine the hole closely.

“... Is this a new problem or is this a common feature for the Blue Moon?” Ryker raised an eyebrow, glancing towards the purple haired werewolf before running a hand across one of the broken pieces of wood, trying to access the damage and to see if there was a problem with the wood itself or if it was just Murakumo’s strength being Murakumo’s strength again. Since this was a bathhouse, he couldn’t really discount the possibility of there being some kind of water damage.

[dcviated]

actions speak louder than words :: open

@serandipity sent: draw - sender draws receiver like one of their French girls (Bianca @ Diluc. )

Despite all possibility and expectation, there are occasions where Diluc and Bianca are capable of simply... existing within the vicinity of one another. It's not for long. And it may only be a handful times it occurs. It nevertheless remains a surprise for the scion that it happens. He has no idea why, of course. Why Bianca would simply want to spend time at his Phorora retreat? More watching and observing?

Far be it for him to turn her away, it only serves the means that his fiancee may wish to be in his presence. Despite everything that had been said before. And despite all his own expectations.

Bianca was behaving. Maybe he should be more suspicious. But, as he moves about doing his own business and some minor reading, she almost looks regal in her casual dress and attire. Laying on the chaise lounge with her own books and materials. Reading, writing of some kind. She pays him little mind while doing so, which is a peculiarity all its own. That or she manages to evade his attention whenever he draws his eyes upon her.

But wouldn't a woman such as her be swift to call it out if he were staring? Not that he is. And certainly not with any lecherous glint or intention. The woman is beautiful. Whether she was garbed in the finest threads affordable to Norad or in far less excess. So Diluc thinks.

Lavender eyes lift, and Diluc finds himself averting his gaze in response. Damn it all. Why did he do that? As if this was a duel or trick. So much for simple existence.

"Hm." He sits up and leaves the lounge after finishing the penning of a letter at the desk, making his way into another room as if to busy himself. Now he's curious. About her. And what she's doing with her own books. From where she sat back in the lounge it hadn't been possible for him to see, however... no harm in a little subtlety of his own, is there?

Instead of entering the lounge from the door which he had left, the two-faced noble utilizes some of his other skills. Masking his sounds and presence to slip around through a different room and the other entry. Yes, from here he'd be able to approach the back of that chaise where she had based herself and satisfy a little of his curiosity. And she'd be none the wiser.

...or at least, that could have been the case. Had Diluc not made it into the room in his quiet secretive way and seen just what Bianca had been busying herself with. What's more alarming? That a woman who seemed to cruise by off the plentiful spoiling of her father possessed her own talents, or that... he was her subject??

There could be no mistake, even at a glance the head of hair on the figure that Bianca was detailing away at identified it as him, Diluc Ragnvindr. More surprising than this was that there were other details present. Some he wouldn't expect her to know. Such as some of the scars that ran down his arms or across his chest. Also... added with well attention to detail.

"When did you see me without a shirt?" The pertinent question here, obviously. One posed before he had the generosity of revealing himself or making a sound. Surprise, Bianca. You've been found out.

[windmcge]

~༺ :||  Despite the lack of an urge to laugh, watching the others huddle behind her was a comical sight. Would be easier if he had a jabbernut on hand- modified of course when they held no use untampered. From listening, he understood there was an old dragon that could speak something ancient.

The notes handed over confirmed his thoughts, yet slowly they drew a soured expression. While yes he could could control the wind, doing so at the beck and call of someone else was below him. Vaati would forever be the name attributed unto the master, not... someone like her. Even so, he had little choice.

Looking between the map, the note, and out across the sea, Vaati reluctantly agreed with a single nod.

'Have your crew ready the ship in the direction we need to go. You needn't worry about a storm while we sail. Just tell me where we are presently?'

The hell. Someone over a millenia old? Although yeah, that would track given the archaic language and mannerisms. Only an old man could be this... entitled to other people's time and resources. It was easy enough to accept at least.

"If he says he's over a millenia old, maybe that dragon sitting a top of Dragonroost Island would know something? Doesn't he speak in some old archaic tongue?" Niko asked.

Tetra crossed her arms with a humph. It wasn't like they could head straight to Dragonroost Island. They had no way to control the wind and with the storm...

Unless...

A plot is forming in Tetra's head on how to use this stranger. He had stowed away here after all.

'You can control the wind. We might know someone who knows the answer to your question, but without the aid of the wind-- with a storm coming in we're not getting there any time soon.'

She tapped on Dragonroost Island on the map.

'Can you get us here? There's an old dragon here who MIGHT know where your supposed Hyrule is.'

[pri-rp]

☛ midna to twilight princess link.

Throw a Baguette!

The way he immediately catches it out the air with a bit of a leap... sure, dexterity and precision are on display. The baguette between his teeth, however, do everything to diminish the absolute glare he's leveling at her for the impromptu fetch session. the baguette is bit straight through, two pieces falling to the ground as there's a quicker chew and swallow.

"Not cool Midna, Not Cool." Aw, lil wolfy's embarrassed.

[musehiideaway]

@serandipity liked x for a starter

She’d thought she was going to die. Maybe she still would. Maybe death stood in the shadows, beckoning to her from the corner of the unfamiliar room she awoke in, her skull aching as if she’d been pounded over the head with a rock. Her body felt equally as worn and damaged, which made sense considering she’d lifted her right arm to find it bandaged with bloody gauze. 

Blinking back the exhaust that threatened to pull her into unconsciousness once more, Benedikta made an attempt to clear her throat, though she noticed her mouth felt dry as the barren lands overtaken by the blight. 

How long had she been unconscious?

It was then that she noticed movement from the corner of the room — a silhouette stepping from the shadows. Perhaps death had in fact stood in her room, watching and waiting for her to return to this realm. Perhaps death had sent one of its messengers to finally finish the job. She attempted to push herself into an upright position, but she winced and shuddered in pain as her body protested at the movement. 

And that was when she heard the all-too-familiar silky voice that had once been a constant in her life — telling her she should lie back down if she knew what was good for her.

“You—“ Her voice was a dry rasp as her head snapped up, focusing on the frame of the male as he stepped into the light. “Cidolfus—“ His name was a croak from her still cracked and swollen lips as she squinted in the dim light at the man. “Where am I?”

[dutifulsilence]

@serandipity sent: Mipha wishes…… to hold his hand and cuddle! (Scandalous smh)

There's a soft smile on his lips, a subtle upturn of the corners of his mouth, but it's the way Link's eyes brighten that really shows his feelings as he holds his hands out to Mipha. It was such a simple desire admitted from her, one that Link would gladly grant any time she wished for it.

"Is that all you want?" Link's voice is so gentle as he speaks up. "You could ask me for anything, you know."

[speargifted]

@serandipity replied to your post “Joshua has appeared! What to do? **** Brush...”:

Dion brushes it off. (go away unwanted step brother!)

"Nobody loves you, Dion."