#wooloosworld

[miasmaburnt]

@wooloosworld

Dhaos cut an imposing figure, watching as the woman was brought into his throne room. Twin statues of a woman holding a large vase, water pouring from them endlessly into fountains at her feet, marked the entrance to this room. The room was large and oval-shaped, with a floor that looked like it was made from glass. It seemed like stars and nebulae slowly swirled beneath the glass. This was, of course, not real. It was simply a projection technology that Elysium had invented. Still, it cast a glow from below on everyone in the room.

Dhaos said nothing at first, looking to the two guards that had escorted her. He raised his hand, and the two backed away from her.

"Palace Gudra must truly be desperate if they have sent spies to even Elysium." He finally speaks, his eyes locked on hers. "I have made my intention to stay out of their petty conflict clear."

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

@wooloosworld

The fog that had arisen during the wee hours still hung on; gray tendrils catching the half-blood's ankles as he walked along the path. It wasn't enough to steam up his glasses---it wasn't so insistent just yet---but it was enough to make him feel damp and that didn't help his mood. He wanted this part to be over and done with; he wanted to go back and sleep for a little bit longer. But no; just like the fog currently surrounding him his memory was clinging to and pulling at his heels, ever insistent. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. No rest for you just yet, Mr Bird.

Huffing to himself Kariom switches the axe he was carrying from one hand to the other while keeping the head of it pointed towards the ground. It had to be close---Vander wouldn't go this far into the Flat for something like a.....

He stops suddenly as a sight materializes out of the muted world; a combination of THE FAMILIAR and THE UNFAMILIAR and it's the latter that makes him stop. The Veglamb he'd been tasked to get rid of was right in front of him; with it's still pristine white 'fur' matted down by heady dew and the thorn like 'cage' which served as its stalk cutting sharp black lines throughout. The Veglamb looked; for all intents and purposes, like a caged beast held aloft with its stick like limbs pointed towards the ground and its head hung low in apparent resignation. It was PICTURE PERFECT PREY, this SOFT, UNASSUMING PREDATOR was just...perfect. And oh, how that unassuming nature, there for a moment and gone in a flash, fit THE ONE WHO SOWED THESE BEASTS with such care.

But therein lay the problem: it wasn't Flynn on the path but a stranger---and an odd stranger, at that. With her predominately pink attire peeking almost garishly through the gray, sleeping world around them as if challenging its muteness. This stranger was reaching for the Veglamb; a LAMB WANTING TO HELP ONE OF IT'S OWN no doubt, and there was the rest of the problem.

Before Kariom can think better of it he's calling out sharply; sharper than intended mayhap, and his voice cuts through the fog in a way that the axe he carried could not. The Tsourai tongue leaves his lips unbidden and on pure instinct, the normally almost melodic quality tempered and surrounded by the harshness of a warning and the hiss of danger. And, Stryhas damn him, it doesn't work. The stranger had stopped reaching for his quarry the horrible plant but the look of confusion upon her face was unmistakable. She didn't understand him. Was she a mortal...? Again then, slower this time, but with that necessary harshness present even when spoken in a more common tongue.

"---I told you to stop. You shouldn't touch that thing---not unless you're eager to lose your hand to some incredibly sharp thorns or teeth, that is. It's not some trapped beast that needs your help but a parasitic plant." The Veglamb; be it through THORNS or TEETH or HONEYED WORDS, would be the least of her problems besides. The wolves would come if they smelled its meat, the winds would shift towards its voice, the spreading thorns and creeping plants would reach for its broken, bleeding stem and then... "Get out of the way."

The male shifts the axe then; drawing the weapon upwards as he approaches the other without qualm and, with the eye inscribed deep into the metal of the axe head winking at her briefly, he raises the axe with one deft motion only to slam it into the base of the plant's stem. There's a strange cracking noise---not to mention an absent scream---and then suddenly a vibrant pink liquid is spilling out onto the path and around their feet. "Tch....!" Kariom clicks his tongue and then brings the axe down a second time with the blade now cutting deep into the stem near where it disappeared into the lamb's 'belly'.

This last strike was enough and in a matter of seconds the fluffy, perpetually cringing form was lying on the ground and appearing to shudder with its confines. Hopefully the pain would still its voice. Hopefully. Wasting no time the man bends at the waist and snatches up the beast; with a notable care not to sink his fingers into the 'fur and to keep them as close to the stem as possible despite the pink liquid seeping out more and more, before hauling it away from the strange girl.

Just the act of touching the thing---not to mention the memories it carried unknowing atop it's now dirtied, bloodied back---was enough to make him head off without another word. Be done with it. Be done with it. Just be done with it...! But...no. Heaving another sigh he puts the lamb's still twitching form down and rummages into one of his coat pockets---amazingly only a small amount of the Veglamb's blood 'juice' had gotten on his clothes---and withdraws a small object tied to a string: a bell, silvered with a strange, rust-like substance with the metal of it being a deep green color. It'd been a gift from Roui---a plea on his behalf, his want to PROTECT HIM MADE MANIFEST even in something so small---and although Kariom didn't need a bellrings he'd still taken it with him. At least now it'd be put to good use.

He turns back one last time and with a noticeable care and a faint jingle he tosses the bell underhanded towards the strange girl, making sure to explain himself with an even tone once she'd safely caught it in her hands.

"Take that with you. The Hill Camp is that way---" The half-blood indicates the path he'd just come down from with a brief nod of his head, "---and you should get there before noon if you keep steady. If that bellring begins breaking or flaking off in your hands that means you're IN A DANGEROUS PLACE THAT YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN or you've BEEN IN HERE FOR TOO LONG and need to escape immediately. Pay attention to it and you should be fine." Both of these things were already true in her case but there was no point in mentioning it.

[strebcrarchives]

@wooloosworld Sterber assigned Furby!

"Well Mana, I found these little guys I think you'd love very much! They're very pink and friend shaped!" :^D

[neetlife]

@wooloosworld

Slowly slides open closet door-

"Is it time for dinner? Can we have pizza? Or fried chicken?"

[talesofmasterlist2022]

Hello! I have a few Arise/Symphonia/DoTNW ocs as well as Zelos, Genis, Lloyd, and Mithos from Symphonia, Dist from Abyss, and finally a Vesperia OC.

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Hello, thank you so much for the lovely additions! I added names based from the blog's docs. I haven't seen a name for the last OC, so please feel free to message or reply to this post about it. Most importantly, have a great day/night! ^^

[azotas]

@wooloosworld asked: Pls giv Mana or hell even dist a bad nickname ✎

send  me  ‘  ✎  ’  and  my  muse  will  come  up  with  a  nickname  for  yours  .

"Dist the Runny, Dickweed the Runny, Dist the Repugnant, Dist the Restive, Dist the Risible, Dist the Reject, Dist the Repulsive, Four-eyed Stalker, Waste of Space, The Necromancer's Fangirl, Fontech Freak- Should I keep going? Or are you going to get upset and your nose will start running?"

[nekasu]

From Mana!

Look she likes anyone who lets her make dumb jokes in their presence so he's no exception to that! "Hello, Mister! Mana found a book on puns and wanted to know if you'd like it!" She's holding up the book happily like it's some sort of trophy.

Of course, if she spends any amount of time around Neka, she'll learn that he'll make dumb jokes himself. "As much as I'm flattered by the thought of receiving a gift, I think you would be much better off keeping it or gifting it to someone else. My sense of humor is much more spontaneous, more prone to making puns in the heat of the moment." If she insists, however, he will accept it.

[forgottenluck]

Koun blinked a few times, cradling the plush bunny in one hand, and the plate of cookies in the other. He looked a bit confused, but it was more on what to do with his hands now. Juggling the plate, he managed to set it down on a nearby…..something, and took a good look at the plush. It was very well made, and a gift on top of that….which made it even more special. 

“Thanks…it’s adorable. I’ll definitely treasure this.” he replied, and shook his head. “Don’t need a return policy on something this good.” He tucked the plush safely away, and then took a bite of the cookies, his ears perking slightly. “....and these cookies are delicious….dang….I need to get back into baking.”

[pyonpyonpyon]

Ettie is getting a cute lil sky blue apron with lots of frills and bows on it.

She made Yuuri a new sword too. And Big Sis Kay is getting a handmade plush crow. And a puppy plush for Estelle!

"... Oh! Thank you very much!"

"Really? I'll be sure to use it."

"I'm gonna name it Yata! D'you think if I throw it hard enough it can fly?"

"Oh, how cute! You made it yourself, Mana...? Thank you very much!"

[luminousglimmer-a]

ミ ✦ ┊ ┊ ﹝ sun ❞ : @wooloosworld

¥ from Sunny bc she is gremlin apparently sobs

Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse:

Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 7.5| 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: yes | no | maybe Favorite thing about them: uh she's hot and she knows it plus she bakes! Least favorite thing about them: ?????? the vision collection's kinda sus 

[angelusfleur]

So yeah I moved blogs if that wasnt obvious via the lack of posts. I want to just log in here to say that I am thankful to everyone who waited for me to return. My new blog is .wooloosworld and my rules have the reason I had to remake. The abuse I went through isnt drama

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

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mutuals send me a 🍓 and I'll compliment you!

((Ah Sheep, dearest Sheep, you're legitimately one of the kindest and most generous people I've ever met (and I mean in general too, this hellsite be damned lol) and I'm incredibly grateful to be counted amongst your friends and writing partners. Your dedication towards improving things; be it for yourself, your environment, or even for other people, is really inspiring. You're fucking dauntless even when you feel like you're at your lowest point emotionally and no matter how upset you are about something you're never afraid to ask for help or do what you need to do to makes things better.

I love that brightness about you because you've gone through a lot---you're still going through a lot---but you never forget or throw away the things that make you happy and you always try your best. Keep doing what you're doing and know that I'll always have your back, okay?))

[strebcrarchives]

👥 for Mana 🥺

Send 👥 for a headcanon relating to both of our muses

When Sterber visits Mana he always tries to make sure to bring her a little snack! When the snack has apples he cuts them up in little rabbit shapes for her!

[luciifae]

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[miasmaburnt]

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED?

like a child loves the rain

you need to be loved in happiness and foolishness. a puppy love, a love so purely good, so full of happiness it makes your stomach ache. you need to be loved in a way that reminds you of the childhood you didn’t get to have. you need to be loved as if you’re feeling the rain fall upon your cheeks for the first time. refreshing, and clean.

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like lovers watching the sunset

calm, focused, tender. you need to be loved in the way teenagers kiss in the rain and giggle behind hands. you need to be loved like a child, taken care of, watched over, focused on. you need to feel the warmth of the sun, you need to feel the love rushing through your veins. you need to be reminded that love is worth it, and it’s beautiful to experience. you need to be loved in a way that is refreshing, again and again.

tagged by: @azotas (thank you~) tagging: @abstractreign, @seraphgels, @sentofight (Senel!), @wooloosworld (whoever you wish!), @zelotae, @fullmtal

[azotas]

@wooloosworld asked: HEART : Which one does your muse value the most within themselves respectively in others, emotions or rationality? Why? 

Rationality. Emotions, to Sync, are inconsequential, or even worse, they are a hindrance. Emotions don't help when forming strategies. He understands they have importance, but to be led by one's emotions is something that is foolish to Sync. To Sync, Rationality is king. Logic beats the fickleness of the heart.

Sync respects Legretta, Largo, and Van. They don't let their emotions dictate things. Where he can't stand Arietta, who is completely emotionally driven, and Asch, who can be rational at times but normally gives way to his anger. Sync just hates Dist.