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[aitheros]

the last time i actually wrote on here was eight months ago to reply to one thread two years late ... KILLIN' IT

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03/12/19 // imagine being loved by me // ig

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. . . baldur's gate 3 stole my damn soul

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continued ╱ @fairybond

he was never one to shy away from others, but this situation felt different. the quiet, intimate quarters of the room. the aura of her compassionate presence. to another perhaps, she was a girl who gave the impression of a frail bird, & he held her safely within his hands.

no — that's not it.

to sting, she is a determined tiger. baring her teeth & all too ready to rejoin the hunt, despite her shortcomings. her ferocity shows beneath a shroud of distress, & he admires it.

her remark triggers a grin, muffling a chuckle into his curled fist. ❛ well . . . i'd offer to carry you there, but that might not be the fastest way. ❜ lacing his fingers together, sting leans back in the chair. his gaze falls away from hers to 'admire' the rather repulsive colored wallpaper. the flickering candles lights only made it appear more offensive to his eyes.

the rural inn emanates an quaint, yet eery charm, the outside village much too silent for comfort. they were only two of the few travelers that occupied the establishment. sting used this observation to his advantage. while he didn't disclose this to lisanna, he already prepared for unwelcome visitors in the night. a simple warding spell — deterring the potential arrival of a mysterious sorcerer. he was still a novice with this aspect of his powers, but it'll last through dawn.

he continues to ponder her question. motion sickness is an unfortunate side effect to his senses however, he found a few remedies to dull the symptoms during his travels. after all, he couldn't be bothered to walk everywhere.

he jests with a pouting frown, ❛ why so concerned ? — worried about how embarrassing it'll be if i do blow chunks in public ? can't say i blame you. ❜ amused, he looks to her again as a smile brightens his face — possibly the first, genuine smile he shared with her.

before he can say something else childish, he stands and rubs his eyes as if tired. ❛ nice try, though. motion sickness or not — nothing's gonna stop me from getting you some medical attention. ❜ he punctuates his optimistic promise with a point of his finger, before extinguishing the candles to further encourage that she sleeps. ❛ i'll be in the room across the hall. if you need me . . . ❜ he trails off, hand resting on the door handle, hesitant to leave.

he looks back to her, eyebrows furrowing as he senses her concern. ❛ — hey. it's gonna be fine. we'll get 'em. ❜ he felt the weight of her need to pursue the deviant. but it wasn't time yet. taking that sense of justice from her wasn't his right, & he understood that. soon. she's strong. a survivor. he knew that much. ❛ i'm not goin' anywhere. ❜ he bows his head to her before slipping through the door, uttering before he locks & shuts it, ❛ good night, lisanna. ❜

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# 𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂 ╱ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐔𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄

❛ 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 [ . . . ] 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❜

private & selective. mutuals only !! highly headcanon based & canon divergent. mature ( 18 + ) content present. minors dni. follow at your own discretion.

# 𝙽𝙰𝚅𝙸 [ dossier. directory. headcanons. ask prompts. ] # 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚂 [ ⚕ | ❦ | ꒰ა໒꒱ | ☾ | ☁︎ | ☆ | ❀ | ᨒ | ☻ ] # 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 [ @ftbrainrot ]

❛ 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. ❜

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ╱ ╱ ╱

• general canon divergence • guild master verse • white ( light ) dragon slayer magic • personality • reputation • sting & jiemma • meta: 'the unfortunate side effects of destiny' • additional canon & fanon divergence

𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ╱ ╱ ╱

portrayal : please review & respect my canon divergence. multiple verses & alternative canon storylines are available. crossovers & au's are welcome. plotting is preferred, but i'm flexible.

activity : sporadic & low occasionally. i don't always lurk on the dash or discord. i don't always answer IMs in a timely manner. please do not take it personally. my energy level to be on social media fluctuates & if we're mutuals, it doesn't mean i'm not interested in talking ╱ writing with you.

etiquette : please practice basic rpc manners both ic & ooc. don't control my muse in an extreme way without my permission. don't god-mode. don't force things. don't hound me for replies. don't blatantly ignore my portrayal notes. don't be rude to me. etc etc. if you ever feel the need to unfollow me, that's totally acceptable but please hard block me if you do so.

asks : open to any mutuals, at any time. please don't spam, unless we're close. replies to answered asks are welcome in a separate post. i reserve the right to delete any asks i do not have muse for.

ships : romantic ships are highly selective; requiring ooc discussion, ic chemistry, & appropriate age gaps. will not write romantic ships with anyone under the age of 26.

warnings : mature writing ╱ concepts may be present or mentioned. this includes, but is not limited to mental illness, trauma, abuse, violence, sexual situations, & death.

triggers : animal abuse of any kind, pedophilia, & graphic sexual assault writings are not welcome here.

will follow :

— duplicates. — original characters & muses of other fandoms ( known or unknown ) if there is an accessible bio ╱ muse information. — muses with or without a ft verse. — blogs that don’t use icons. — blogs that heavily format. — blogs that use rl face claims.

will not follow :

— anyone under the age of 21. — blogs with excessive vague-posting & guilt-trips. — blogs that include triggers mentioned above. — roleplay blogs with clutter. — unknown muses that don’t possess accessible character information. — blogs with no guidelines in plain sight. — muses that i don’t see myself interacting with. — any blog that i simply don’t vibe with. 

ooc info : i go by mandy. i'm 30. she ╱ her. bisexual. half-korean. full-time clinical technologist. part-time student. residing in the united states under EST. a member of this fandom since 2017 & a tumblr rper since 2013. discord available to mutuals upon request.

credits : text divider by cafekitsune.

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WHAT TYPE OF VILLAIN ARE YOU?

Sportsmanlike

You may be a villain with selfish goals, but you recognize that there are rules to this back and forth between heroes and villains. You have honor. Morals. Some may call you old fashioned, but there's tradition to this whole evil business and you'll be damned if you let yourself break it. You offer hospitality to the heroes when you recognize you must, even when it gets in the way of your plans. You play dirty only when absolutely necessary. You honor your word and if you lose, it is with grace and dignity. You consider yourself classy, respectable, and while you realize you may be evil, you're not gonna let that make you an asshole.

tagged by: @pluvianguis ♡

tagging: you !!

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psd link

#flamedwings. hey! hi! you may have met my natsu muse on @chaoticor but i've moved him to his own lair here !

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not to be That guy , but i swear i'm going to be active here & among other blogs ! i wanted to write tonight but i got wrapped up in reading a book since 3PM 🤡

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[ LAY ] for lis ♡

Hair Prompts / Accepting

[ LAY ]:           the sender lays down in the receiver’s lap to let them play with the sender’s hair.

Seated on the sun-warmed grass with her knees up and her palms bracing her weight behind her, she tilted her head back to stare up at the clouds. They drifted lazily across the blue expanse, unbothered by the way it was slowly fading in brilliance as the sun began its descent. The afternoon was soon to be over, but still, warmth continued across Lisanna's skin like a lingering embrace, one she would always be grateful for.

A peaceful sigh slipped from her lips as the faint breeze gently tousled her hair in a soft caress. There was nothing quite like being outdoors on such a fine day, especially with friends and those she cared about. Tilting her head down again, her eyes sought her companions and the reassurance of their presence.

To her right, Lector lay on his stomach with a book open before him. She’d come to find the exceed was quite the voracious reader, and he’d been rather excited to come across that particular book when they’d passed through the town earlier (it was something about Stellean history, or maybe recipes? She wasn’t entirely sure, but Lector would no doubt give a full review or recount once he finished it anyway).

To her left, Sting sat in a similar position to her own. His legs were slightly bent to bring his knees up, only instead of leaning back against his hands, his arms rested loosely draped over his legs. His fingers idly twirled a long blade of grass he’d plucked.

She watched as a yawn slowly overtook his features, and she was reminded rather strongly of a cat with the way the motion started off rather cutely and ended with reminder of danger, the flash of sharp canines. She briefly touched the tip of her tongue to her own teeth, tracing the noticeable points that had developed from overuse of her magic. There had been times when she had been too self-conscious to smile fully around people, but that was certainly no problem around Sting.

He yawned a second time, pulling her from wandering thoughts to focus on the current moment. Perhaps he’d had a rough night? She stretched out her legs before herself and shifted one hand to lightly pat her lap.

“You’re tired,” she said, a soft smile forming, “Why don’t you lie down for a bit?”

As he moved to reposition himself and rest his head upon her lap as indicated, Lisanna fought to keep her smile from growing too wide. But oh, she loved having him close. Her stomach fluttered as he settled, and her hand instantly moved to comb lightly through his hair. The physical connection tethered her to the moment, loosening the tendrils of anxiety that always hovered in the back of her mind, ready to grab her.

She focused on the softness of his hair, the way it slid between her fingers and gleamed in the sunlight. Warmth unfurled in her chest like a blooming flower, serenity soaking into her soul. Even the animals within her seemed to relax, she imagined them all curling up for a peaceful nap together, tempting her to close her eyes too, yet she resisted.

Her attention stayed on the task at hand, her nails now lightly raking across Sting’s scalp. She eased her weight forward to allow her other hand freedom, wiping it against her side to free it from any grass clinging to it.

“The fireworks display isn’t for another hour or so at least,” she commented, beginning to use her now-spare hand to trail her fingertip down his forehead and along his nose (ending, of course, with a light boop). “So, you can sleep until then if you want.”

She followed the line of his jaw with her finger in a gentle stroke, before fitting her hand to the curve of his cheek, thumb brushing across his skin, luxuriating in the warmth of it. There was something about the sight of him relaxing that both tightened and eased her heart all at once, leaving an ache and a wish. Having gone through so much in life already, he deserved a break, she thought, a sanctuary where he could be himself and be free of worry.

“You’re safe,” she said quietly, “I’ll protect you.”

As the last words fell from her lips, she paused, heart skipping and breath catching. Her hand in his hair tightened for just a moment, as thoughts became scrambled in her mind. She’ll protect him? Why did she say that?

While she might typically say such a phrase in a lighthearted manner (for really, her being able to protect anyone was surely a joke), the way it had come out now was as an unmistakable, solemn promise. It had been all too natural to say, to reassure, the conviction and burning truth was seared into her heart, after all. She would protect Sting. From anything she could.

Including her own, foolish and embarrassing, heart.

She cracked a smile and shook her head with a laugh, as if she had indeed meant her words as a joke, in mock seriousness. Removing her hand from his face, she rubbed her cheek a little sheepishly. “I’ll wake you; I mean. So, get some rest.”

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Road to El Dorado  {Sentence Starters}

“I don’t like this.”

“Get back, mortal!”

“You fight like my sister!”

“The horse is a surprise.”

“Hey, how’d you get those?”

“Stars! Can’t do it. Not today.”

“I’m not sure I can trust you…”

“You lied to me? How dare you!”

“You drank sea water, didn’t you?”

“Stop! This is not a proper tribute!”

“No, no, no, not with the face. Stop.”

“This could be our destiny! Our fate!”

“Regrets? You mean besides dying?”

“Well, maybe I DON’T need you anymore!”

“Great. Sensational. That’s your plan, is it?”

“Well, it was nice working with you, partner.”

“I’m not really asking you to trust me, am I?”

“The stars are not in position for this tribute!”

“Did you ever imagine it would end like this?” 

“Pff! What makes you think we need your help?”

“Oh, then I suppose you’ll be wanting these back?”

“I know what you are, and I know what you are not.”

“So how’s the, uh… how’s the escape plan coming?”

“I will give you the honor of a quick and painless death.”

“If I believed in fate, I wouldn’t be playing with loaded dice.”

“Look, change of plans. We have to grab what we can and go.”

“My plan was that we should lie low! But your plan was to run off!”

“On one side, gold. On the other side… painful, agonizing failure!”

“Our greatest adventure is over before it began, and no one will even remember us.”

“You know that little voice people have that tells them to quit when they’re ahead? You don’t have one!”

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being able to use icons on mobile is the best thing that's ever happened to me on this site

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Lisanna, for no reason (except the reason is Sting): 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

😳😳😳 stop you're going to trigger the Feelings

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HEADCANON: REPUTATION.

the purpose of this headcanon is to address how sting is perceived in the public's eye, by those who do not know him personally.

his reputation comes in many colors, depending on what lense someone is looking through.

the powerful & frightening. the arrogant. the heartless. the quitter. the philanderer. the brainless, but amicable. the naive. the traitorous. the unapproachable. the let-down. the reluctant hero. the sympathizer. the 'in-over-his-head'.

mostly of his time post war is to shatter these illusions, to showcase a version of himself that is flexible, easy-going, adaptive to a changing world. while some of these labels are fitting for certain actions & decisions he's made, many are also based solely on distorted appearance, attitude, & rumors. an example of a rumor would involve his forfeit at the grand magic games. some think he got cold feet , cracked under pressure, or felt inferior. the public does not know the real reason he quit.

sting more often gives a 'too cool for school' energy, mostly a side effect of maintaining a professional appearance. he takes special care to be friendly & helpful — in efforts to build trust as a member of a once revered, yet formidable guild. let's be real, he is outgoing — but most people don't realize his social skills are not as effortless as he makes it seems.

growing up in a guild that valued masks, vanity, power, & fine tuned reputations, makes it difficult for sting to feel safe to be genuine. fear was often a tool he learned to embrace, instead of counter. it gave more security for others to fear him, making it easier for him to remain detached when necessary. so yes, he can be hesitant, dare i say awkward, when allowed the opportunity to be himself. this is something he's been working on fixing & has progressed more fluently after the war.

being someone who feels profound emotions, that he wasn't able to express, makes him susceptible to outbursts & projects himself in negative forms ( ie: over-confidence, narcissism, indifference, resentment, cynicism )

however, this is not truly him. it's a habit more than anything. he receives a more approachable reputation following the defeat of acnologia. for obvious reasons, being amongst the dragon slayers that 'saved fiore'. ironically, he's not sure whether he likes that perspective more than the latter. either way — he feels alienated & unreachable by those he wants to be connected to.

in summary: there's not many who know sting for who he is ( who he wants to be ) & this is largely his own fault. for the fears of inadequacy & self limiting beliefs relating to weakness. his good or bad reputations make him feel frustrated & uncomfortable, yet that discomfort is preferred to the prospect of being rejected as who he truly is.

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A peak inside meme: most used playlist. 

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

26. most used playlist

good as hell — lizzo

MONTERO ( Call Me By Your Name ) — lil nas x

karma — taylor swift

kill bill — SZA

barbie girl — aqua

fields of gold — sting

bad liar — imagine dragons

hot girl bummer — blackbear

nyan cat [original]

like a boss — the lonely island

we don't talk about bruno — from encanto

caramelldansen — carmella girls

post malone radio

the neighbourhood radio

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heart,  keep  very  still — or  someone  will  find  you  out!

sherry blendy rp account, first established in 2013, written by jana — ©

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Her hand was slow in its approach up to his face. Gentle, almost hesitant, as if she couldn't be sure he was really there at all; that he wouldn't disappear upon contact, like a dream fading upon waking. At the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, a soft breath of relief fell from her lips, and a smile bloomed and grew steadily brighter. Mischievousness sparkled in her eyes after a moment, heralding the next movement of her hand - a cheeky ruffle through his hair in imitation of a time when he had done the same to her own hair before. "Gotcha~"

her scent left an imprint that stirs the most comforting of memories. a faint hint of cherry blossoms & vanilla, complemented by the summer breeze. her hand's arrival immediately averted his attention, turning his head to her as if it was instinctive to meet her gaze with minimal effort. he hadn't even remembered what they were talking about, just that there was a pause & the moment became a snapshot in time he didn't want to leave. swelling senses began at her gentle touch, it came as a subtle tingling beneath his skin.

there was a warmth in his chest, muscles usually tensed had softened like melting ice. walls crumbling with initial reluctance, before tumbling.

he smiles naturally — an expression void of vanity, feeling no need to be anything other than himself. sting leans forward & closes the distance between their faces, like a magnet finding its fated opposite charge. ❛ you shouldn't look at me that way. or else i might — ❜

his words are interrupted by her quick hands, cat-like reflexes fully of irony. sting laughs, leaning away in attempt to use his height to his advantage. ❛ r-really ? ❜ he chuckles, trying to divert any further chaos that would befall his hair. a grin spreads amidst his laughter, as he takes his palm & lays it flat atop her head to prevent her from reaching toward him.

his eyes bright as the rays of sun that spill from her soul, he jests, ❛ you're a menace, lisanna strauss. i can't take you anywhere ! ❜

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01.     pockets., 08. wallet, 13. to do list

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

01. pockets — sting is good at losing things & jumping around, being chaotic, doesn't help. does that stop him ? no.

his wallet & lacrima phone

a crumpled stick of gum that'll surely get forgotten & ruin his pants in the wash

keys to his home with the keychain lisanna gave him ♡

a mini flashlight or glow stick because he's a child

snacks for lector

probably trash . . .

flower ( a snack )

08. wallet

fiore's equivalent of a credit card that's abused on a daily

guild & citizen identification cards that he refuses to show anyone

next job flyer & address

a tiny pressed flower ( for decoration & sentimental reasons, not a snack )

a scale of weisslogia he keeps with him always, that somehow survived aggressive time travel

a small folded note from a someone special

photo of he, lector, rogue, & frosch ♡

emergency contact numbers that he's too lazy to put in his phone

13. to do list

breakfast with lector & morning run

volunteer restoration work at magnolia with rogue

job with macbeth

complete reintegration weekly progress report

weight lifting & daily training

sun meditation

meeting with saber leadership

buy new shirts that he probably won't wear

check in with ultear

application for international job abroad

buy flowers for special someone

dinner with rogue & frosch

no. drinking. don't do it.

sleep before 10 PM ( unlikely )