#torrentide

[lalohefalter]

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓭 ✉ ░ @torrentide― [  STROKE  ]  for  your  muse  to  play  with  my  muse’s  hair

Idly wasn't a usual a way to describe HARBINGER interaction; yet, that's exactly how they both were. Signora had already vocalised her displeasure on the matter, though patience was a virtue for her - all in good time, she'd often remind herself. After all, setting small flames to fan a WILD FIRE was what the fair lady was best at.

❝ Don't tell me you're lazing around; or have you merely been placed in timeout. ❞ Signora herself, surprisingly, didn't have the energy to speak with spite, nor does she plan to follow up that musing. She just stifles a sigh and takes a seat beside him. ❝ I don't really care either way. ❞ Ah, does she admit this a loud? No matter. It was a ... quieter day then most. Exhaustion didn't befit her, but even she had her limits ( most definitely after visiting that vermin infested nation ).

Childe didn't respond, oddly enough; hah, lost his fight? How ironic. She doesn't follow on with her intentions to torment him, and is quiet herself in response. She had more important things to think about; perhaps, more things to block out. Of memories that should remain frozen in the abyss. She's tired, though she'd never admit it; never let her demeanour slip into so.

❝ Just what do you think you're doing? ❞

How she barely notices at first; how easily she slips into a moments comfort unbeknownst to her that long stands of hair now wrap loosely around his fingers, until the lightest of tugs snaps her back. At first, eyes widen, before narrowing, and then resting in a strange curiosity; even as her body tenses, && venomous words slip passed her lips.

Who does he think he is? Ah, he has guts, that was certain. It causes the woman to laugh. Amused? Or a shocked response that echoes in mockery. ❝ You really DO enjoy playing with fire, don't you? As well as things that aren't yours. ❞

She thinks for a few seconds, watching him && scanning his features with a vague disgust, and uncertainty. Thoughtful of what the best response was for moments like this. Urgh. He really was a nuisance. He was best saved for a distraction, god knows he stood out wherever he went.

After much deliberation, Signora scoffs, before settling back into her seat. A rather soft touch for someone so ruthless; didn't he despise her? Someone was losing their edge. How pitiful. ❝ So touchy today. Who am I to smother ones curiosity. Hah- Just don't cry when your fingers freeze off. ❞

[reqrator]

@torrentide​ | softer prompts | always accepting

“  i can stay, if you want. ”

" Do whatever you want. " Disinterest laced the Regrator's tone, inflection genuine or... perhaps just slightly feigned? A strange thing, this grand fling where lines had begun to blur.

He was seated in lavish bed atop a mess of sheets and blankets, lines of undressed body partially aglow with the light of the fireplace, caught up in his own thoughts until Tartaglia's statement drew his attention. The brunet watched now instead, with captivated gaze, how the younger man's own body moves with their back to him--- seemingly taking Pantalone's remark as indication to leave. There was a secret adoration contained within this, in how eyes connect lines between freckles and scars, and for just a moment the older man feels something far too fond for the vanguard he has charmed into this lie.

Slender body shifted, unblemished form reaching--- catching the other by the wrist as they made to rise.

" Stay; only if it pleases you. " That's all that this was supposed to be after all, wasn't it? The mutual pursuit of pleasure, in the wake of a betrayal.

[celcstialls]

@torrentide continued from here

Her own breath hitched at the calloused touch to her cheek, so gentle. Treating her like this precious, fragile thing when he very much knew she was not. She had to fight back that urge to lean into him, lean into the hands that had once been around the blade at her neck. "…Will it be so easy for you when I have to leave?" She asks, refusing to look into his eyes, even as his face gets so close to her own. "And what about your loyalties. You'd truly cast them aside for me?" Her own voice is a whisper, fingers gripping tight at the hem of her dress. "Chasing this.. Will only lead in pain for you. For both of us.. You really want that?"

[frcstwinded]

@torrentide​:  what the hell did you think would happen?

tilting his head at the question, kaeya - who was leaning on one of the pillars of the golden house with a confident smirk - shrugs a bit initially. apparently, having fun in a ‘fair’ duel isn’t allowed when you instigate it, but the retaliation is perfectly fine to be fun. how can the prince complain however, given how barely thirty seconds ago, the ginger threw him against said pillar he is now leaning against as a retaliation for using his abyssal powers to teleport around the arena and backstab him at certain intervals. 

no one said abyssal use wasn’t in the rules, was the argument he wanted to use, but that would likely result in him getting attacked as a result, so he decides to play coy and hums.

“i don’t know, i wasn’t expecting a chokeslam followed by you throwing me. half want you to do it again, honestly. but come on, childe, being fair is boring when we both know killing each other is just a waste of energy. loosen the rules, just for me~?”

[frcsthearted]

   @torrentide​ :   toy with the ends of her hair and continue to mull over a letter from a special girl in morepesok, of course! maybe even smooth her hair back v gently with a free hand. just to say 'i'm here' while she naps.

   All it took was the lightest of touches and she was curling closer,  half asleep,  but so clearly searching out just that little bit more of his affection.  She’d missed him terribly,  but just being close like this was enough to help her feel at ease again.

[torrentide-a]

just a little heads up that i’ve moved blogs ♥ catch me over on @torrentide, mayhaps?

[bitbrumal]

BLOG REOPENING

hewwo hewwo fellas & fuckos. winks with both eyes. i'm possibly going to slide in around here throughout the holiday season bc the writing itch be itching, so i'll provide an update on the muse list & the dynamics / threads i'd like to keep ( if y'all are also down ) from before my break.

if you would like this post if you're ( still / again / whatever ) interested in writing with me, i'd really appreciate it ! it'd let me know where to get started again ❤ i'm mainly looking for threads over meme replies, although the threads don't have to be lengthy or involved per se. inbox things just aren't doing it for me.

MUSES

UNDER RECONSIDERATION : KHIONIYA / TSARITSA ( open to all )

I wanna keep her, but I've gotta rewrite her. I've been going on pure wishfulfilment MommyTM vibes, but we need a bit more canon accuracy lmfao. Goddess/Archon of Love, yes, but I ought not ignore that she has become like a reversed tarot card :joy:

SCRAPPED : ALHAITHAM

I should be feeling this criminally autistic nerd, but I'm not. Maybe I will some day. I'm leaving him be for right now.

SCRAPPED : CAPITANO

't isn't happening. i'm not... doing what i wanna be doing with him & i also don't care so fwhoop that one's going.

ADDED : WRIOTHESLEY

No-one's surprised. Daddy came home with the milk the moment I called for him, & uh. As soon as I actually fucking play the Fontaine quests I'm sure I'll pick him up. ( I accidentally spoilered myself on his tragicTM backstory & on god this man is a king. ) ( If I fall sideways into neuvilette instead nobody laugh at me. )

KEPT : DOTTORE ( semi-selectively open to all - he's picky & that limits my options ) REGRATOR ( for select fatui threads unless smth Happens ) TARTAGLIA ( open to all ) KAEYA ( open to all ) DILUC ( open to all )

THREADS & DYNAMICS

Obviously I understand if we're not on the same page about carrying on where we left off, no hard feelings. We can start over, pick something new, slap new muses together, or do nothing it all. Issal GucciTM.

LIKE I NEVER LEFT LOL :

I'd love to pick back up where I left off with @galactia, on any & all muses, their dynamics, & also threads c:

The same goes for @bunnyshot, although I see you haven't been online in ages! Regardless, if we're ever on the timeline at the same time again you know I am down to clown. This includes your other muses.

@torrentide HOMIE. HOMIE. HOMIE. HOME BREWSKI. i am down for everything from before & more, idc what.

If @greedbent is still down to clown, I'd love to carry on with what we were brainstorming in the DMs.

Same to you, @howthesleeplesswander!! I see you writing in another fandom on the dash atm, so I get it if you're not in the vibes for what we were brainstorming in the DMs, but I'm still hype to write with you if the mood strikes you. Lmk if you're down :thumbsup: ❤

@xiielians You know idek wtf you're doing right now bc much as the dramatic chinese gaylords captivate me, I haven't indulged in the fandom + I'm waiting patiently on that novel of yours with eyes peeled—but if you wanna play with anything ( whether I know the fandom/char or not ), I'm sure I'll be game!!

@ncrthlandbank I'd love to continue what we were doing with vlad & alyos ❤ if you're down! The thread where regrator terrorizes vlad is one of my alltime faves & still lives rent-free in my head :weary: it's the only time i did him any type of justice & your no-longer-non-playable-characters are awesome.

REBOOT :

Here go all of my moots with who i never fully settled anything ( dynamic / muse / thread-wise ), but was vaguely interacting with on the dash here & there... I am down to clown with all of you, I'd love to start something be it serious or silly. Whether you wanna continue vaguely doing things here & there or you wanna plot something out, idgaf I am so down to clown i am . the whole circus. vamos lmao.

[sungracd]

if you were a deity, what would you be the god of ?

BEAUTY AND RELATIONSHIPS   you are a very prideful deity .  you know your worth ,  you know your power ,  and you know your beauty .  people come to you for love and confidence .  you may seem calm but when your worth or beauty is in question wrath fills you .  it’s common to see those who question you on those matters face a life of loneliness .

tagged by :  stole it ♥ tagging :  @nepotised ,  @ebonyforged ,  @fractempyreal​ ,  @hiisfire ,  @electric-ecclectic ,  @torrentide ,  @cruelset​ ,  @sabrebleue​ ,  @svartr​ ,  @fxmiliarity​ ,  @violevin​ ,  @baishouqijia​ ,  @felfruit​ ,  @killerhubby​ ,  @viperstrike​ ,  & you !!

[decorobium]

CHARACTER STUDY. 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

bold = applies to your muse italics = sometimes applies

EYES : blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other - gold HAIR : blond | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other - colour of raven feathers (deep blue) BODY  TYPE : skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight SKIN : pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored

GENDER : male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels | don’t have any definite headcanon either way SEXUALITY : heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure | doesn’t like labels ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION : homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

EDUCATION : high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other (idk teyvat school???) I’VE BEEN : in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot POSITIVE  TRAITS : affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm NEGATIVE  TRAITS : aggressive | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative

LIVING  SITUATION : lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children | other PARENTS  /  GUARDIANS :mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather SIBLING(S) : sisters | brothers | none ( as far as she knows ) | other (adoptive) RELATIONSHIP : single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

I  HAVE  A(N) : learning disorder | personality disorder (BPD) | mental / mood disorder | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability THINGS  I’VE  DONE  BEFORE : had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fist fight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill them

TAGGED BY: @filiasiderum ty ty! TAGGING: (my mona & sandrone) @torrentide @reqrator @suiyuun (any of ya muses goose) @aeonsadrift (any of your muses too soy) & YOU!! (cause I'm too shy to tag anyone else aaaa)

[lalohefalter]

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝔃𝓮𝓷 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓭 ✉ ░ @torrentide ― “For someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

❝  Oh? You are talking to me, are you? Hah. What naivety. You dare to speak out of place. ❞ Because he caught her in a moment of weakness; && that wasn't allowed. Lips remain firm, pursed, and annoyance overcomes her expression. The quiet pulse of a FROZEN heart had begun to be rapidly. The Fair Lady swallows down the feelings that threatened to fall into his hands. Finally, a weak scoff, and she turns her back to him, arms folded across her torso.

He was one who could never see her in such a light. He who knew nothing of this world. Nor anything of the OLD WORLD. They were not friends, they were barely colleagues ... and it snapped something inside her to think that he could see through her.

❝  Don't you have something to go destroy. Leave me. ❞

[moe-so-journal]

http://bt.etree.org/details.php?torrentId=621733

演奏、音質いつもながら素晴らしいっす

[constellaris-a]

      @torrentide​​     //     different ways to say i love you     //   selective

“i trust you. it’s okay.” for one (1) capitano. ♥

   ( can continue / reblog )

   Words seemed to leave the ginger’s lips with such certainty it was almost baffling.  At the end of the day,  Nikolai was still learning to navigate the confusing maze that was the true depth of their relationship,  uncertain if his actions would be acceptable or remotely welcomed  -  yet for all the hesitation that remained within him,  Ajax ...  Simply accepted him.

   Heavily scarred hands slowly reached out to cup the ginger’s cheeks,  bringing him closer until foreheads came to rest against one another,  fingers brushing messy strands back from those lovable features.

   “ ... I love you ... ”  It was the first time those words were finally spoken,  genuine emotion in the elder Harbinger’s voice as he drew the other flush against him.  To think that once he’d only considered Ajax as a pest ...

        “ Would you ...  Permit me to kiss you ? ”

[celcstialls]

@torrentide continued from here

Silent, Zhongli kept his gaze low while the receptionist spoke. Unfamiliar to the bitter taste that was growing in his mouth as she so easily pushed aside his request. He had expected this to happen, in fact he had expected worse- and yet, her blatant lies still managed to have him gritting his teeth with annoyance.

Was this how little Childe thought of him now? Allowing his Fatuus underlings to push him aside rather than face him himself.. Was he not even worth the venom of his words? A hiss escaped his gritted teeth, the sudden intrusive thoughts aggravating him more than he'd like to admit.

Catching Ekatrina's glance above them, Zhongli's eyes were quick to follow. Desperate to find even a glimpse of the Harbinger before he walked away, but instead fell upon the empty space in which Childe had stood.

With a sharp inhale, Zhongli returned his attention back to Ekaterina. Eyes lowering ever so slightly with the last of her words before offering her a silent bow of thanks. May things go well with you. Such words in a past life would hold little meaning to Zhongli- for a god, what use is there with something so simple as hope? But now, in this moment as a mortal man. He found himself clinging tightly to those words. Praying that Celestia would allow him one last pitiful act of grace- so that he could at least make amends.

He climbed the stairs as instructed, keeping his gaze low while he ushered himself into the Harbingers domain. And when he finally found the strength to lift his gaze and look at him, the cold, raging ocean stared back.

"I'm surprised you've offered me your time-"

His voice was strained, the tension in the room enough to suffocate. Zhongli closed the door as he was asked, the light click of the latch confirming that there was no going back on this.

"-I hope I'm not intruding."

[reqrator]

@torrentide​​ | i am here to be yet another thorn in childe’s side

It is not often that the Regrator crossed paths with the Eleventh Harbinger--- the young man the very opposite of what he typically associated himself with. Some prideful warrior lifted from the ranks of the lesser fatui by Pulcinella's own suggestion, one that the Director seemed quite satisfied enough with to allow it. Pantalone considered himself having a good read on the boy already despite their limited interaction: The young lord was but A LIVING WEAPON at his core, audacious, brash, cunning, and deadly, with seemingly little interest in the clandestine subterfuge many among their ranks immersed themselves in; the banker included. An oddball, this new blood; one that has drawn ire from some of their superiors in response to how the man preformed ( in all sense of the word ) in public. 

Pantalone, however, could hardly care what the sycophants above him thought of such escapades. His interest laid elsewhere, as reports from Liyue filed in following both Signora and Tartaglia's return. A QUESTION has lingered in his thoughts as of late, one that developed as he found himself pouring over the collective expenses of both Harbingers: studying deduction after deduction of generous mora lent from his very own coffers to serve both his comrades’ ‘ DIPLOMANTIC ’ purposes.

As such, he is quite lucky to encounter the ginger haired young man while returning to the palace following a day of monotonous bureaucracy. Their converging path one that Pantalone seemed apt to take full advantage of, even more so once observant gaze noticed something quite interesting...

" Are you SHIVERING under that cloak, Tartaglia? " Amused cadence, a gentle laugh escaping the brunet as right hand rose to cover his mouth before continuing. " You haven't grown unaccustomed to the chill of your very own homeland while you've been away, have you? "

[morax-lapis]

[ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair.

" ah , a qingxin flower petal . . . they often grow in higher places , and around the fall time wither their petals to spread seeds to other mountains , where more might grow , " Zhongli took hold of the white petal gently from betwixt the harbinger's gloved digits, plucked from his very own hair... how ironic a landing spot for such a thing.

he would make a short walk to nearby gravel, using his fingers to jab a hole into the granite, and burying the petal with it's seed enough for it to grow once more .

[bitbrumal]

OOC  for all that this is a truly calamitous turn of events... this is the funniest fucking shit