#switched over to beta editor

[legendaryl0stpieces]

@elegancemultimuse continued from here. [x]

"Oh, I'm well aware." Mason teased lightly with a grin, he couldn't help himself whenever she was around. She had the power and he would bend to her will at anytime actually. Making his way into their bedroom, discarding some of his clothes as well. Once they were in the bedroom, he turned to kiss her softly.

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@dancinghearts

‘‘Ah, a dessert date! It’s gonna be so fun for sure~ oh, once we are done eating here is there anywhere else you wanna go? If not I can take you back home and fly you back up.’‘

He wanted to make sure she got home properly, and since they left via her balcony Eran doubted she brought her keys with her.

「I have no other places I'd like to go,」 Mukuro said with a smile, it was rather late at night already so she really couldn't think of anywhere she'd like to go at this hour。

「So taking me home after this will be fine, thank you。」 Mukuro added and he'd be right about that assumption, she didn't really have the keys she'd need to get back into her home if she took the normal way in。

[paragonrising]

@normaltothemax continued from x. ( jake lockley )

She jumped down and landed next to Jake, glancing at him when he asked her opinion. When Carol’s gaze fell to the mass in the centre of the crater, she grimaced. It looked disgusting, veins converging and forming a fleshy, swollen… orifice. She cringed, she was not one to back away from a challenge but well, this was just gross.

Carol leaned over the edge, peering down into the darkness. A horrid cold radiated out of the pit.

“Only one way to find out,” she said, energy enveloping her as she leapt into the hole.

She was falling for a solid few seconds before her feet hit moist, meaty ground. Carol’s glow illuminated a cavern of strange rock, marred by those pulsing veins that weaved their way through the walls. That sound she’d barely made out above, it was louder here, but not by much.

“Well, this sucks,” she murmured, noting the numerous tunnels that spawn off this central chamber.

As Jake landed down next to her, her glow dimmed until just her fist radiated light. That chill they’d felt above was heavier down here, Carol could see her breath now. She frowned as she approached the cave wall, touching the stone. 

“This substance isn’t found on Earth,” she stated, as she looked down at her wrist console. “It’s not in my database, either.”

She broke off a shard and tossed the piece to Jake.

“You ever seen anything like it?”

[sinsoakedsaints]

the tumblr legacy phase out starts tomorrow, rip to my sister

[springbreezc]

♡ — for @cloudlores​​ | continued from here

"some do say that i missed my true calling of comedy and that i'm wasting my talents in medicine," sai returned the flat tone, betrayed by the slight quip upwards of their mouth.

rubbing his hands together in an attempt to warm them, he wondered, not for the first time, how he had wound up so damn far down this bumpy path with a cast of nefarious characters around him.

"so if i do this, we're even then?" they had no choice but to be agreeable. "i brought only a few instruments with me to work with," in the event his instinct was right and his expertise would be needed, "so i hope that you don't need me to perform open heart surgery or some shit like that."

[anankelotus]

PINNED

TOA Canon [Underground Citizen of Abyss/Ashen Wolves Professor at the Officers Academy]

FATES [Post Hidden Truths, Route Unspecified]

Post Hidden Truths, revived the power of his dragon half. He is mentally unstable due to the influence of King Anankos, and does not remember any of the time between his death and arriving at Garreg Mach. He knows he died, and then he woke up at the entrance to Abyss. Hence he decides to remain there for now, he does not know himself anymore and does not wish to accidentally hurt anyone with what he does not know. He is confused for the most part, but he knows that he has done awful things in the past. Atonement is not an easy path, but... is there not to be something said for trying?

ABOUT | INTERVIEW | Please kindly do not use small text! (post)

He is not aware of the events of any of the paths, returned to rest with the body as an empty husk of a soul. It doesn't really matter which route it is, since the details are handwaved anyway lol.

He will behave in much the same way as he does in Heirs of Fate, confused and slightly erratic. His memories are a tangling mess, so he isn't exactly sure what is what anymore.

He has only ever loved two people, Cadros and Mikoto. Though he will never acknowledge his love of Cadros, as he feels as though he betrayed him during his accidental death at his hand.

He likes animals, as they will not judge him as humans will. His favourite animals are turtles, he feels a bit of kinship to them, given that dragons are technically reptiles as well.

He loves his children very much, though his knowledge of them is limited due to dying soon after learning Lilith was his daughter and because he sent Corrin away with his mother when she was still a baby.

Because of his benevolence, and a deep love for the world and everyone in it, even if he is terribly confused as to who he is, he has a tendency to somewhat take any students without parents/who seem lonely under his wing, treating them as if they were his own children.

He does not think of himself as ever being a king. Valla’s only true kings were Cadros and his family line, he does not deserve that title.

Chronic apologizer, even for things that he was not responsible for. (Not actual fates events, more like. If someone else knocks something over in his presence, he'll act like he's the one who needs to apologize.)

He does not retain any of his draconic powers, at least for the most part. And he doesn’t mind that all that much. He is perfectly content with remaining as his human avatar. Things are better this way, they feel better this way.

His appearance either looks something like this or this. As much as I like the look of normal Anankos, I think he deserved to be a little fucked up even in his human form. There has to be a reason why he hides under his cloak all time, after all.

He does not know of Kana or any other children that Corrin may have.

[sangcreole]

anyway just FYI I’m gonna start publishing asks as their own individual text posts again because I can’t fucking STAND tumblr’s new beta editor formatting

[averyvmontgomery-archive]

@thelizaxlevin

In Avery’s eyes, it was kind of really obvious they were sleeping together. Why else would a guy pay any attention and why else would Elizabeth be so conflicted if sex weren’t involved? She didn’t need to voice it at all. Avery raised her hands in surrender, “You’re right, you’re right. It’s your opinion that matters.” At the end of the day, Elizabeth was a grown adult and all Avery could really do was cheer from the sidelines. (Or at least, silently judge from the sidelines.)

When the topic flipped onto her, she took a big gulp of her drink, needing both the time and courage to figure out what to say. “I met someone,” she confessed. “We kind of had sex a few hours after meeting.” A little blush coated her cheeks. “But afterward, we went on an actual date and, thankfully, it’s not just confusing sex.” Although Avery wasn’t that confident, Ophelia was kind of similar to her so she liked to think they both must be feeling the same way if they have gone this far. “I really, really like her. Her name is Ophelia and she is this super sweet and gorgeous ballerina that laughs at all my stupid puns.”

Talking about Ophelia made her nervous and excited and so, naturally, the rambling began. “The sex is super comfortable, and you know how much of a nervous wreck I can be in front of pretty girls, and we’ve even stayed together overnight a few times.” She grabbed Elizabeth’s drink out of her hand and placed it on the table before grabbing Elizabeth’s shoulders and shaking her. “Elizabethhhh, I don’t know what to do! You know that stereotype that lesbians u-haul after the second date? It’s so true. I’m falling fast and hard! Help me!” she whined, pleading for her friend’s wisdom or maybe a slap to snap her out of it.

[austerulous]

◈   @bladedwoe //  cont.

A humble and crumbling rift in the earth, the disused mine was propped open by precarious-looking wooden pillars.  Distracted by its state of disrepair, Farkas missed the moment Astrid dipped a finger into the blood splatter that decorated her armour, missed the moment she savoured its cloying, metallic taste.  

Together, the Companions – one authentic, the other ingenuine – descended into stillness.  No wind here, instead only the barest of draughts travelled along the ore-lined seams, stirring the silted floor.  Pitch-fuelled torches lit the tunnel with scattered, undulating light.  All around them were traces of domesticity, speaking to a space no longer used for its original purpose.  Clearly, the bandits had lodged here.  Bedding, weapons, a great slab of stone reimagined as a table, a smattering of wooden tumblers, some still half-filled with mead.  All perfectly mundane belongings of the recently dead.

Astrid was Farkas’ shadow as they explored, her movements silent and slinking compared to the scuff and thud of his heavy footfall.  A towering figure clad in steel, with beast blood thick in his veins, he had little need for stealth. 

Even with the creak of leather and the clank of alloy armour, there was no mistaking the sound of approach behind them, hushed voices – harsh and hostile – bouncing on stone walls.  A band of men and women alike emerged from the gloom, dressed in armour that was mismatched but sturdy, their snow-flecked bodies filling the corridor.  It was the shine of silver weapons that marked them apart, it was the searing expressions of hatred that contorted their features.  On the air current, came the scent of blood, pine needles, decay, fur – his kind.  

The Silver Hand.  

“Not only a dog, but a little bitch as well,” sneered one, a crackling voice emanating from somewhere beneath his horned helmet.  The group approached slowly, lazy and relaxed in their movements, weapons drawn but pointed to the ground for the most part.

“Just a dog.”  Farkas’ lip curled, a bestial growl bubbling in his throat as he cursed his inattentiveness, and the danger he had brought upon Astrid, a fledging of the Companions.  Manoeuvring his greatsword into one hand, muscles bunching as they bore its substantial weight, he reached out with the other to ensure his silhouette eclipsed Astrid’s own, making a shield of his broad body.

[tenebriism]

@sterrenlied ;; BETA EDITOR SWITCH ( X )

She'll remember that for the FUTURE, then, not that the interruption of her OWN meal would have upset her any, had the vendor chosen to approach mid-forkful, but for those who NEEDED such sustenance to survive, she could see WHY it would be an inopportune encounter. Besides, NOBODY liked cold food, nor would she have APPRECIATED her time with Siebren being INTERRUPTED.

This was different. THIS, she had control over ( with gentle guidance from the scientist behind her ). Siebren's approval earns both him AND the kind lady a wide grin, and, perhaps predictably, Miku wastes NO time taking the pen from her owner's hand to begin drafting out her masterpiece. " What is your son's name ? I will make him the beeeeest autograph ever ! " As if there needed to be any sort of doubt, but she does, indeed, pull through. The moment she receives the requested information, she's SPEEDILY drawing a custom work of art on the spare order pad she'd been given, with her signature making for a FLASHY finisher at the bottom of the page, hearts and all.

" ♥ Toooooo . . . Cam, frooooom . . . Miku ! ~ Happy, happy birthday ! ♥ " She holds up her work to be admired to both the vendor and Siebren. " How does it look ? Will this earn a strawberry cake !? "

MORE than that, it seems, if the hastiness at which the vendor begins boxing up treats just behind them says anything.

[legendaryl0stpieces]

@divinedxsign continued from here. [x]

Chelsea really liked waking up here, and next to Andrea and that was the most important thing to her at the moment. Yeah, she had family but things with Andrea were different and there was no question about it, she wanted more. As much as she could possibly get and what the other woman would allow her to have. But she didn't want to pressure her into anything at all. "Thank you so much." She stated, looking over at her once again. "I don't mind making us breakfast at all. What would you like? Or more like what do you have in your fridge?" She questioned with a small smile on her lips.

[mcmcntomorii-later]

@midnightactual

“It doesn’t look it, very well kept,” Yoruichi noted, before answering, “Probably just wait in the lobby or outside the building; her standing orders are to remain inconspicuous.” She offered something of another shrug, only to notice Mukuro was approaching with the tea. Very composed, this one… almost unnaturally so. She’d been thinking on what she knew of the other Mukuro and trying to compare and contrast. This one seemed more controlled…

She left the tea to the table for the moment since it’d likely take a short while to cool anyway. The question put to her made her chuckle once. “Since you’ve invited me in and made me tea, it’d be pretty rude not to. I’m Yoruichi.” She left it at that, seeing no need to give her surname. “I’d usually offer to be called Shirley, but I don’t think you’ll have trouble with my name.”

With the introduction out of the way, she glanced toward the door again, weighing up whether to talk about Yuki some more, but it was ultimately immaterial and would just be dancing around the issue she was actually interested in. Instead she went directly for it: “I have to say, you’re taking this all rather easily, walking around in a bathrobe and making tea and all. It’s pretty impressive.” She left off ‘for a human’ or the like as there was no need to ham it up.

She finally picked up the tea. The thought of poison or some other kind of additive had crossed her mind, but wouldn’t really make sense—this situation was likely too strange for trying that to be a first thought, it’d been declared ‘reinforcements’ were on their way, and there’d be no answers forthcoming in such an event. In any case, her constitution was such that it didn’t really matter unless it was weapons-grade plutonium or the like. She blew across the surface gingerly and took a sip.

“Mm, pretty good! So, what can I clear up for you?”

「Oh, thank you,」 Mukuro said as approached with the tea, it was quite the nice compliment she had received about home, granted she hardly had any one here to compliment her home but still。。。 it felt very nice to have her abode complimented like this。 She'd nod slightly upon the next set of words as she sat down on the sofa opposite of the one Yoruichi sat on。 Eyes slightly narrowing in confusion at the word choices used; standing order and inconspicuous were the ones she attached to the most。 「I see。。。」 she'd hum out as she took one of the cups of tea she mad, holding the warm cup in her hands as method of keeping herself grounded。

When Yoruichi gave her name to Mukuro, she'd nod once, it was an interesting name, and surely one she would remember if told to her prior to now。「Shirley, huh?」 Mukuro said with a small chuckle to her tone, 「but you're correct, I wouldn't have much trouble saying Yoruichi。」

「I'd probably be freaking out more if you came off as hostile towards me,」 granted, she was still internally weirded out, and a part of her was still convinced that this was all in her head。 「And thank you, I like to pride myself on how level-headed I can be,」 she added as she took a small sip from the cup of tea she had in her hand。

「Thank you,」 Mukuro responded with a small nod and a smile when the drink she made was complimented, 「and there's。。。 so much, like how did you know my name? You spoke of as if you knew of me, and that other name you said, Shinji, who's that? I don't know a Shinji。」

[normaltothemax]

@detectiveconnor from here

All kinds of alarm bells were going off in Clint’s mind as Connor unlocked the fence. Something was off here. It wasn’t even that Clint thought Connor was planning on killing him, or anything (he was pretty sure, at least). He’d just been in enough bad situations to recognize one when he saw it, and this? This right here? With the pitch black building and no sign of anyone anywhere? His gut was practically screaming at him that something was wrong.

Clint trusted his gut.

“You sure about that?” Guard up, he followed Connor through the ‘gate’, risking a glance back over his shoulder as he went. He couldn’t see anyone following them, but if they were good, that wouldn’t mean much. Turning back to look at the building, he frowned. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s home.” The place looked empty. Abandoned. Didn’t seem like anyone had been in or out for quite a while.

Now, Clint didn’t know much about Android shelters, supposed it could look abandoned on purpose, but it didn’t seem overly likely. Not when they were supposedly expecting Connor. If that was the case, someone should’ve at least come out to greet him, by now, right?

What he wouldn’t give for his bow, right about now.

[shininginyourlight]

@judgementkazukun | continued from x

Blank, disgusted disbelief washed over Nishiki's expression. He was never going to get used to Kiryu and his choice in aesthetics. His sense of style was almost comical by this point in their lives. He was unapologetically himself, but god he sometimes wished he'd choose better colors than white and orange.

"You're a goddamn lunatic," Nishiki breathed dramatically, turning himself toward the direction of the mirror so he could get a good look at himself. All right. He looked... fine enough. As good as he probably could get anymore. He was used to it by this point, though. No point in focusing on it too heavily. All it did was send him spiraling, and he really didn't wanna deal with that shit today.

So, Nishiki would just primp his hair a bit, making sure it looked presentable to head out into town when Kiryu would be ready to.

"All right." He swiveled around on his head to face Kiryu again. "Presentable?"

[mythvoiced]

@vulpesse | the GBEP

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Lambs.

Sarang looks at the ferocious beast giggling beneath the strongest weapons at her disposal and suffocates on the venom in her own smile.

She hates lambs perhaps just a tad more than the arrogant man. He she knows how to deal with, he's so easy to dispose off, whenever she encounters difficulties in getting a job done, they're related not to her lack of wit or prowess, but to circumstances, equipment, sudden turns of event usually related in turn to the inevitability of the fallacy of man.

So, either she's up against something her arrows don't work against or someone or the other stepped out of line for some half-assed belief or the other, messing with her plans, falling over themselves to fix things according to their ideals, ignorant to the larger scheme of things she's forced to operate in here.

They're idiots, basically.

But lambs.

She commends and even admires the vixen's ability (and the genuine tone of it) to split the soft into categories of deserving and undeserving. She wishes, perhaps, deep within her she could say the same. That she could nurture those meant to be nurtured, that she could be soft enough to watch over a lamb rather than kill its mother.

But the envy prickles at the back of her throat like a snake tickling her insides with the tips of its fangs, a playful, demeaning threat. She grimaces for a split second as though she were about to vomit.

She almost relaxes at the shift in the other's everything. The darkness and anger that befalls her, the threat she exudes, Sarang thinks of the people who have had the misfortune of meeting her and delights in knowing they met their predator.

It's easier, this way, she sighs to herself. This is a lot more comfortable.

"Oh I'll be out of your hair fast," she moves her hand as though dismissing the mere notion out of the air, that she may intrude into the beast's lair for longer than she's allowed to. Her immortality may protect her from seeing her rather timely demise in these woods, but no secondary glance towards her teeth or claws or eyes is needed to imagine the kind of pain she'd live through first.

She stills somewhat, pauses in pushing the perfume extract she always carries on her tongue onto the air around her to truly - as she's done before - take in who she's dealing with.

Considering the power the fox possesses, Sarang should rather begin wondering if her name is written on a list hidden somewhere in the Order's depths. A beast, a revenger and avenger, protector, mother earth's finest, deadliest weapon. Why wouldn't they want her dead?

Perhaps this is an act of defiance on Sarang's part as well. Work with the she-fox another version of her might have been set out to kill, in a different timeline. "I do have a plan. I'll lure them in, you kill them. Devour them. I mostly need you to take care of one of them."

She lifts her index, as unnecessary a gesture as it is decorative. "He's wearing dragon skin and my arrows can't penetrate that. Before you ask, can't tell you where he got it from. Though, I'm happy to add, you get to keep it if you'd like~"

No, she doesn't. Or at least not ideally. The scaled leather strapped across his frame is what she's actually here for. But, oh well, who knows. Maybe she'll just have to keep away from the Order longer, if it gets oh so mysteriously lost again.

A thought strikes her. Once the parasite is removed, she'd have to address the parasitical presence she poses, as she's mentioned. Where Sarang considers herself to be giving parasite, where co-existence might be an option, she's not stupid enough to not understand who makes the rules here.

And it's much better to play by them. To lose an ally like her, a tragedy.

"And you can feast upon me as well, later," she throws onto her branch with a challenging little smile. "I regenerate. If you see my liver as just payment for your help here, I'd be delighted to pay up."

[roseguidedarc]

okay, I’ve been thinking about this. a lot of people are either using the beta editor out of choice or have it with their new blogs && since it seems like we’ll all be stuck with it sooner or later ! I think I’m gonna make the choice to switch over to the beta editor.