#blog: moved to thread

[reallyrandomtj]

@mysticallities said HERE:

To think that this, THIS would disturb her from a pleasant afternoon coffee session! She knew the Commander would always go out of their way to compliment her, but a completely charming stranger?! She nearly choked on her coffee trying to process that compliment. And yet... she was still a complete mess. "W- wh- wha- w- wh- wh- wha- whaaaaaat?!?!?!?! Ack! Gah! Pff! Huh!? Th- t- tha-..." ptoom... a plume of smoke flies from her twintails. "A- are you messing with me?! S- say that again, y- you wouldn't...." she doesn't even make eye contact at him, far too flustered. If there was a world record for how flustered someone could get in the fastest time, she would have the world record, no contest!

A soft chuckled escaped the Knights lips at the others flustered reaction to his compliments about her hair; it was charming, but also concerning as it seemed like she almost choked on her beverage? That certainly wasn't his goal, a beautiful lady choking from his 'simple' compliment about her hair.

"Ah-- pardon me ~ my intentions weren't to 'mess' with you. I was simply admitting in an open manner that I find your hair truly magnificent." which Argenti truly believed otherwise he wouldn't have vocalized his thoughts so boldly to a stranger.

"My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. Please take a moment to regain your composure, may I request your name?" A hand hovered over his heart, a short respectful bow of his head as Argenti would wait patiently for his question to be answered.

[satoblue]

hello. I thought today would be a brighter morning but of course like today and for the past few weeks I’m being nitpicked and scrutinized over what I post and I can’t even write the words “LMFAO” in my tags anymore saying that AI (artificial intelligence) “artists” must die after a literal chain of me reblogging art last night and also reblogging a fellow moot’s post about AI (again, artificial intelligence) pics. btw, these pics I got were from Twitter (or X — whatever). I did not make these edits of Gojo and I simply saved them a few weeks ago to make use of them last night as I was reblogging art and came across AI pictures in the Gojo art tag.

[yello-exe]

((ooc: the Purple RP stuff!

for anyone who has been paying attention to the roleplay between Yellow and Purple - I have talked to the person playing Purple, and with the fact that the person playing Navy is taking a break, and because Purple and I are waayyyy behind the other AvT blogs, we decided it would be best if we discontinue the current rp between us. Basically, Yellow and Purple cooked together for a bit, with Yellow still feeling a bit hostile towards Navy, before Yellow eventually leaves after some time. So Yellow will be getting home soon!! I'll make a post with a drawing when I can!))

[bountyman]

staring intensely at this blog yet again

[iniziare]

do you write?

Mel semi-dared me to type: “No, leave me alone.” So I have to include it. But in all seriousness, I'll respond this once, because it does allow me to update people a little bit. Though please know that your notification did have me pause mid-writing. Now, I want to politely, and respectfully direct you to my description on both dash-only and on my blog's theme, I also want to point your attention to my pinned post, and I believe that it's even in my rules, but I could be wrong. Though let me repeat it here:

The depictions you'll find here are canon-strict, and so you can expect many analyses of all kinds here, as dissecting the characters that I write is what I'm passionate about, and what I'm here for (and to write, of course!)

I admit, usually I aim to write more threads/asks consistently even if I'm excessively slow, and though I haven't updated the dash about my circumstances for a while (as I'm decently private about my life), know that writing meta has simply come a lot easier lately when time has permitted me to be on Tumblr. Now, that doesn't mean I don't value people's interest in writing with me, and I will live up to the promises that I've made that I will get to that (as I have occasionally done lately, and was in process of doing again)— but when meta comes easier to me, then I prioritize that as of late, simply because stress' best counter is the distraction that comes the easiest. Now this isn't by any means a waste of time, as it plays into what I quoted above. Because ultimately, here's my thing: I make it exceptionally clear everywhere on my blog that I am canon-strict (or as Tumblr, sadly, disrespectfully seems to call it nowadays: a 'lore purist'), and that this leads me to write a lot of analyses left and right on the characters that I write, but these are fundamental to understanding my portrayals of them. If that isn't your cup of tea, sir, or ma'am, then maybe this isn't the blog for you, and I don't mean that with malice, or in disrespect, but simply as a simple rebuke. In that, I greatly appreciate you checking in on behalf of my writing partners, but I'm also quite certain that they have the capacity to approach me themselves if they have any concerns. Have a nice day or night, wherever you are!

[narrativeobsession]

@troublesomecousin // continued

Blair grins when he groans. It's funny to him. Moonbeam hadn't appreciated his puns. But Kevin did. One friendship point to Kevin-- and Blair was keeping track of things like that. He liked to keep track of things.

"no i don't do drugs. benadryl doesn't count. neither does cold medicine. if i can buy it at the store it doesn't count." Which isn't entirely how that works, but, hey! Blair never said his ideals had to make sense.

[the-devil-less-known]

//hi! is this a side blog or a main blog? (like do you follow from this blog)

Hello!! This is a side-blog!! I actually follow from @our-brightest-stars and have a couple of other Hazbin sideblogs that I'm still working on after my long hiatus.

@cantankerous-cunts (multimuse blog with transfem!Alastor and an alt!Husk, where they are business partners)

and @breaking-views (vox blog)

I'm happy to follow back and roleplay, and I'm also happy to reply to anon-chains if that suits your comfort more, thank you for your ask!

[reallyrandomtj]

Moved to THREAD: @malumae || ren's response HERE

The General remained silent as golden eyes carefully observes Ren picking at his wound for shrapnel, he turns to look away and close his eyes only to simply hold out a roll of bandages for the injured man to use when ready to do so, the blood that dripped down the others arm didn't bother him at all but the silence gave Jing Yuan's own mind a chance to wonder into old unpleasant memories.

“your pity disgusts me & i need no more reminders of how little help you were in the past.”

Those words were what caused Jing Yuan to slowly open his eyes, realizing his hand was now empty he brought it back to rest upon his knee as he stood up and folded his arms, taking a moment to lean against a nearby wall so he was physically out of others man reach.

"Is that so, Ren?" Jing Yuan sighed softly, closing his eyes to speak his truth "I'm not afraid to admit that I could have done better looking back on things after nothing can be done about it. But in the moment, what you call inaction was essentially a mix of confusion dealing with a very unfamiliar situation and little guidance on top of witnessing those I cared for were suffering that involved a very sensitive topic for all of us... not just you." he paused slowly shaking his head, did he even remember ever saying this to Ren before?

"Baiheng, dead. Both you and Jingliu, mara struck. Dan Feng, a forced rebirth... I could do little to protect any of you, I don't even believe that my attempts to set Dan Heng free from the shackling prison was enough to scratch the surface to try make up for my 'inaction' as you call it. I failed you all, correct?" he would open his eyes to stare in the others direction; mostly to check if Ren was done with the roll of bandages so Jing Yuan could collect them.

"Better things to do? Of course. A Generals work is never done ~ However, if you believe that 'we are done' here then I suppose we are? I wouldn't want to disgust you any further" Jing Yuan calmly kicked, with his foot, off the wall and calmly approached the other "Or remind you of the past despite being one yourself... am I wrong, Ren?" gentle golden eyes stares into crimson that, could easily burn him, only to collect the ball of bandages and take a few steps back.

[strangewonderful]

"hey, great set man," will gives a quick pat to the other guy's shoulder, a perfectly acceptable and manly gesture. it's a bit on the dim side in the bar, but will's smile is pearly white and genuine: bathtub cigarettes might not be his typical genre of music and so he'd been a bit surprised to find that he did genuinely like it. then again, how many people have said the same about him?

not as many as he'd like, to be honest.

FIRST MEETING STARTER CALL : an unplotted first meeting encounter / for will & @bychuck's skunk

[obxqveens-a]

continued  ·  KATIE & JOHN B  ·  @shadowbrn

her soft, blue orbs went glassy at the statement. she missed him too. every day. if it weren’t for being able to bury herself in work, katie had no clue how she would cope with the sadness. when john b’s rough hands captured her face, she sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering. “where?”

[missmvrder-a]

@casualscx continued from here

This wasn't supposed to happen, not that Liam didn't want it, but because she was with his best friend. He had never desired someone so much, never sought out one of his friends' girl but she was different. Liam could feel her tremble in his arms and he held her closer. He wished they were entirely naked, no clothes in their way, so that he could feel her entirely against him but he knew their friends were also not that far away. Liam groaned as she softly rocked against him, the restraint he tried to have on himself taking everything he had. Vivian deserved to be loved the right way, not to be rushed but his mind was barely working as all his senses were filled with her. Liam gasped as she moved herself onto him, as he glided inside of her. She was so wet and he felt her walls stretched around him, a sensation that had him loose his mind entirely. "Fuck," he said, lust filling his voice as his arms closed around her strongly. "I want to look at you," he said as his hips rocked forward into her. One hand was around her back and the other pushed strands of hair from her face as lust filled eyes searched hers. Liam was about to loose all restraints he had on himself, loose himself to the need of her. She felt so fragile in his arms and he wanted to be gentle, something that was starting to be incredibly hard as she drove him crazy. He moaned as he pushed his hips again, the soft motion being torture.

[dunadaneth]

continued from here

"I hope so," she said of returning to the North, wanting nothing more than to be on those fair lake shores. She almost wanted to smile at Elladan’s assuring words. Ever was he one to soothe troubles and unrest, and it had always endeared him to her. But she had been vague, and her words hid half truths long buried, and so despite his kindly meant words, they did not quite bring her the peace he sought to give, though he tried. This fate had been of her own making, despite how impossible it had seemed that it would pass; she would not regret the choices she had made that lead down this road. There was a ghost of a smile at her potential title, however. "Those days had formed us and given us life,” her words were nearly a whisper, spoken as they had been by her lover long ago, “but we will live that life, for all the good and ill it brings with it.”

       But with the thought of a potential future, one of hope and yet hidden fear, so too did her mind turn to another- one that she very well might not see at all. So much had weighed on her mind these many months. and even before their company had left Rivendell, there had been little time to think, let alone process the thoughts and worries that warred within her. There was only the singular focus of traveling south with her kin, to fulfill a destiny long in the making, from the lips of a seer long ago- a standard borne aloft, and a message given and received. But there were no words now, no prophecies foretold to give her comfort or assurances.

        It was the words of Halbarad, instead, that lingered heavily in her mind.

        She had accepted her duty held the likelihood of death, long ago. And now at the end of all days, where so many had been lost, and hope seemed such a fragile thing, a part of her almost welcomed it: twined with fear and shame and grief all at once. ‘This is an evil door, and my death lies beyond it. I will dare to pass it nonetheless.’

       Death, in the face of ones duties. Death, that had taken the lives of her kinsmen on this journey, those who would never live to see their sacrifices made. Death, that hung above them like the thick, acrid smoke of Mordor, threatening to choke out the stars that hung in the sky, one by one. Death, that had spared her, yet not her friends; their bodies left where they had been slain so cruelly, far from home, the blood on the walls and the floors glistening as the torches went out, and the war chants and cries of the dying filled her ears--

        She swallowed thickly, forcing herself out of the memories she had tried so hard to shove down, a tightness in her chest that squeezed the breath from her. In that moment, it was as though in one night many years had fallen on her head. Grim was her face, grey-hued and weary.

“Elladan, I...” He had tried so hard to bring levity to her, and she almost did not have the heart to voice her question. He had spoken of the North, of home, and she turned to face him fully, gripping both her hands in his. “I have one last favor to ask of you.”

She saw it so clearly now: the swaying of the blossoming willow trees, their tendrils and leaves perfumed with the sweetest of scents. The sunlight dappled on the blue waters, glittering like a thousand gems as the waves lapped at the shore. The city she so dearly loved, in ruins yet no less beautiful; home, as it always would be. Where she belonged.

“If I should die tomorrow, or in this war--I want to be buried in Evendim.”

@mindsmade

[oncalls]

still working on the blog but › adam ruzek can now be found here .

[s-talking]

@mayoinomori || cont.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 & 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊, enveloped in the veil of night that never seems to go out. what is more bizarre however is the fact he doesn't even smell of human flesh, but of wilting flowers; the charmingly vintage kind, like poppies left on a grave. it's uncanny. no human being can possibly mask or erase their own scent in entirety, but his one did. it's gone. that beautifully inauspicious smell has become the unmoving shadow before her, standing so very close, yet just outside the ring of light cast by her lantern.

❝ a... guardian... ❞ he murmurs, ever so slightly tilting his head. even in the near pitch black, she can still feel those terrible eyes weighting down on her. staring. burrowing. not even for a moment looking away almost as if robin stumbled 'pon something she shouldn't. something which makes this dark forest seem even darker, & his hushed voice fitting into its deafening stillness; ❝ am i... dreaming... ? ❞

there seems to be a genuine confusion in those words but, are they true? who knows. the young woman can rely only 'pon her own judgement as the murderer speaks up again after a brief moment of rather heavy silence, ❝ i'm seo-jun.... ❞ the lantern catches his hand briefly, its long, black nailed fingers moving to settle over the chest. ❝ i... don't really know what i'm doing here.... or what this ' here ' is... ❞ a dangerous, cursed forest she said, but envy feels like he is hallucinating ── a madman walking on air ── because nothing made any sense to him. nothing. & that's dangerous.

❝ can you... help me? ❞

[analyticallyminded]

so i may be maybe working on rebooting this blog bc i'm hoping that'll jumpstart my brain so uh. stay tuned while i get all that set up lmao

[boombambaby]

[ continued from here! w/ @smartylina ]

Mhm— suuuuure.

If that’s true, then why’d you hesitate! Hmm?

Are you apologizing because you feel bad for taking soooo long to realize your true feelings for me? Or because you got CAUGHT!