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Bright green eyes flit over to Condor as he made his way to her. Elegance was an aspect Alz'ein adored, and often fussed meticulously over, redoing moves she had mastered until she had somehow found a new level of expertise at them in search of grace. Though she would never say she loved him in his entirety, she would gladly admit her pride in having a butler with considerable grace and power like him. Some assumed that Condor was the real one running the show, given the servant was more charismatic and likable than the noble herself. They wouldn't be wrong, in that he helped her with the activities that actually required social skills, but let it be said Alz'ein made great decisions when her nation was on the line.

"Obviously," she confirmed to Condor's incinerator offer. When he placed the box in her hands she gave him a nod in thanks, her eyes lingering on his for a half-second too long before she took out the letter. Then Condor had said her fiance had a moment of clarity and gotten her lilies instead of those irksome roses he always did. Alz'ein stared at him. 

"So his flowery fluff-padded skull actually retained something," she said, raising an eyebrow. Nevertheless, her smirk became something a hair more genuine, insignificantly as it was. "I suppose I'll keep the flowers."

With a grunt she moved into a respectable sitting position and put the box on the floor, breaking the ornate wax seal on the parchment (and bitterly scratching it off onto the floor). Her expression was clearly bored and disinterested as she quickly scanned over the note.

It was typical. Not painful to read for anyone other than Alz'ein, but mindlessly indulgent and sugary.

"I'm going to gag," she stated blandly, hardly sparing the note any more attention before she crumpled it in her fist. She tossed the balled-up note to Condor. "Burn the letter with extreme prejudice."

"Did you have to go all the way to his kingdom again just for this?" she asked, her face in her hand as she leaned her elbow on the armrest. "Or did he spare you mercy and send a messenger?"

royalty {evil shipping laughter}

Royalty: One of our characters is royalty and the other is their servant. The servant has feelings for the Royalty but knows nothing can happen as they (Royalty) are engaged to marry and it is frowned upon. Little do they know that their feelings are returned.

(geahst)

This world was different to the ‘normal’ version of Lore. For one, the Atealan people had been around for centuries. Another difference would be that the land was separated into different ‘Kingdoms’. Some were at war, some wee at peace. One such nation, was the one that this story shall be set. 

Atealan’s burnt in sunlight, due to centuries of adaption in their escape of Wargoth. Oddly enough, this kingdom was often bathed in light, it was beautiful actually. Even if most of the people stayed inside during the day, they would often look out enchanted windows to view the light, if they could not sleep. 

In such daylight walked a man. If you could call him such. He had been a darkness elemental, but to seal away a monster, had been forced into a human body. He was dressed in the clothes befitting of a butler or servant. His name was Condor, and he held a box. Inside was a letter, a bouquet of roses and was engraved with a royal looking seal. He hated that box. but it was his duty to deliver it.

Through the streets, up to the dark blue castle, nodding to human and Atealan servants as he passed, aiming for the throne room in particular. The servant entered, bowing as he did, and sidestepped to avoid the knife that she always threw at him. Condor had served this family for centuries, being indebted to them a long time ago, but this latest child, whom he had served for roughly 40 years (I’m guessing that Atealans can live a long time, so I’m assuming that Alz’ein is in her species version of twenties, feel free to change it if you wish), was trying his patience. Always sneaking out and fighting, probably not the most intelligent yet powerful Riftwalker, somehow being both a powerful warrior and skilled politician. She was loud and brash, yet quiet when required. It annoyed him how different she acted, towards him and her closest friends, and outsiders.

Yet he loved her. He had tried not to, even with that particular emotion being dampened by his slightly broken creation, he had still fallen in love with her. Didn’t stop him from getting annoyed when she kept trying to kill him to ease her bored attitude

"Mi’lady, I have returned with your… fiance’s disgustingly lovey-dovey love letter…"

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✖ (I'm curious~)

✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours

She is wary of newcomers, as she always is, especially those covering their face from others. Even with Isiri it took years to trust her as Alz’ein did Etaos.

Having only known the pair for the entirety of the Rift War, she only grew to watch Rune’s partner with eyes void of suspicion aside from the default amount. Rune, however, with a tone so clinical Alz’ein walked away from most interactions him with the vaguest taste of cardboard-y peppermints in her mouth, she eyed with caution.

Following their saving of Atrea, the suspicion has died into a dull droning, but Alz’ein can’t help the pricks on the back of her neck every time Rune makes sudden movements.

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Alz’ein’s worries with Tannim are far less severe—at least in actuality. In her occasional spars with Tannim she continuously refuses to accept his victories, giving half-baked excuses or qualifiers as to why he won, sometimes not even to his face. They’re more for her sake than anyone else’s.

Because Alz’ein Yngerhav does not lose, and if she ever does, she definitely did on purpose(!).

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FILL MY ASK WHILE I DO THINGS

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

‘♥’ and a name, and I’ll kiss them.

‘♡’ and my character(s) will cuddle yours!

a word and I’ll write a headcanon based on it.

‘♪’ and I’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

‘Ω’ and I’ll tell you what my character(s) thinks of yours.

a ship you have for my character(s) and I’ll tell you what I think.

age and a question and my character(s) will answer as that age.

unwanted (or bad) advice for my character(s).

ask my characters for advice.

bad (but hilarious) pick-up lines!

prompts or drabble ideas!

Questions!

‘Crush?’ for any romantic interest my character(s) might have for someone.

‘Confess?’ and my character(s) will have to confess something to yours. (whether it be feelings, opinions, a secret — whatever; feel free to specify)

‘Fetish?’ for one thing that is sexually appealing to my character(s).

☹ for a turn-off

a headcanon you have for my character(s) — I will accept/reject.

“[name]…has passed away” for my character’(s’) reaction.

★ for an IC fact, or ☆ for an OOC fact

Give my character a difficult decision

‘Would you rather…’

♛ and I’ll summarize our muses’ relationship with a gif.

✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours

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--[ so i'm playing the trithril quest

i had to stop midway because sleep but,,

is atealan blood,,,,,,

green?????

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--[ in that fucking royalty thing i made a typo but i cant fix it bc i'm on my phone and mobile tumblr is shit softly weeps

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The knife she consistently flung in his direction was less an attack as it was custom by now.

Originally, when Alz’ein was little, it was because the strange human with glowing golden eyes made her uneasy. She didn’t like his smile, his face, his hands, his outfit. Though Condor’s outfit was issued by her family and mandatory to use for any servants of the Yngerhavs, the way his fit on his body just seemed wrong and suspicious to her small self. So she attacked him when he first caught her alone. Usually it missed. When it occasionally didn’t, she found it a source of fascination. Instant healing like that was so rare. Then, as she grew, it became a test for him. ("It’s so I know that your still sharp!" her twenty-year-old self in its preteen body shouted with a laugh. "What kind of butler of the Yngerhav bloodline are you if you can’t dodge this?") Then it became a test for her, target practice against a moving body, him being one of the few servants who actually could dodge it.

Now, it was honestly little more than a greeting, and relations between the butler seemed, at best, as vague friends with the underlying and nonchalant hostility all Alz’ein’s relationships seemed to harbor.

Perhaps, however, one might notice how her posture relaxed minutely, her eyes softening and pupils dilating no matter where they were looking, and her breath leaving her body in a faint exhale whenever Condor entered. He—just being there at all—made Alz’ein feel comfortable. She knew what that growing of her heart and warming of her veins meant (she wasn’t extremely stupid) but she refused to acknowledge it in other than the basest of physical responses. It was partly because of who he was, her current marital status, and societal hierarchy, but also that she despised … love, a useless and heady emotion if she ever saw one.

Alz’ein was splayed along the throne, lying sideways across the armrests and head hanging upside down to stare outside the castle windows. Envy burned in her blood as she eyed the few people in Atrea that could traverse the outside in the day. How free they seemed, not bound by biology (or obligation or birth or occupation or blood) to stay inside.

Upon notice of her fiance’s letter, her figure bristled again. She was not a politician or a ruler—at least, if she had a choice, she wasn’t. But she had a duty to her nation and there are things that naturally come with that territory, few of them she particularly liked. Her fiance was a foolish man, and she had made it clearer than day that their engagement was simply for their respective nations and there were no gushy emotions to be involved. Initially he accepted that clause, but he continued to send her these letters, waxing poetic to and for her. She ignored each one, and she was sure he knew that, but that man didn’t ever stop. She had half a mind to admire his persistence, but then that half would be a bumbling moron.

Alz’ein groaned, laying a hand over her face. ”Bring it here,” she demanded with a beckoning curl of her fingers.

royalty {evil shipping laughter}

Royalty: One of our characters is royalty and the other is their servant. The servant has feelings for the Royalty but knows nothing can happen as they (Royalty) are engaged to marry and it is frowned upon. Little do they know that their feelings are returned.

(geahst)

This world was different to the ‘normal’ version of Lore. For one, the Atealan people had been around for centuries. Another difference would be that the land was separated into different ‘Kingdoms’. Some were at war, some wee at peace. One such nation, was the one that this story shall be set. 

Atealan’s burnt in sunlight, due to centuries of adaption in their escape of Wargoth. Oddly enough, this kingdom was often bathed in light, it was beautiful actually. Even if most of the people stayed inside during the day, they would often look out enchanted windows to view the light, if they could not sleep. 

In such daylight walked a man. If you could call him such. He had been a darkness elemental, but to seal away a monster, had been forced into a human body. He was dressed in the clothes befitting of a butler or servant. His name was Condor, and he held a box. Inside was a letter, a bouquet of roses and was engraved with a royal looking seal. He hated that box. but it was his duty to deliver it.

Through the streets, up to the dark blue castle, nodding to human and Atealan servants as he passed, aiming for the throne room in particular. The servant entered, bowing as he did, and sidestepped to avoid the knife that she always threw at him. Condor had served this family for centuries, being indebted to them a long time ago, but this latest child, whom he had served for roughly 40 years (I’m guessing that Atealans can live a long time, so I’m assuming that Alz’ein is in her species version of twenties, feel free to change it if you wish), was trying his patience. Always sneaking out and fighting, probably not the most intelligent yet powerful Riftwalker, somehow being both a powerful warrior and skilled politician. She was loud and brash, yet quiet when required. It annoyed him how different she acted, towards him and her closest friends, and outsiders.

Yet he loved her. He had tried not to, even with that particular emotion being dampened by his slightly broken creation, he had still fallen in love with her. Didn’t stop him from getting annoyed when she kept trying to kill him to ease her bored attitude

"Mi’lady, I have returned with your… fiance’s disgustingly lovey-dovey love letter…"

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--[ jk lol who needs sleep

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What’s my prize?

5. Win a truth/dare from my character

Alz’ein stares at the list. It takes her a second to process just what exactly the game is, but once she does, she smirks. "I played this when I was still a trainee. The others asked asinine questions and gave stupid dares. I trust you’ll be better at this."

She crosses her arms, her head lifting a bit in confidence. This didn’t seem too bad.

"Ask when you wish. I’ll be here all day."

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Leave a  ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

Your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary.

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—[ the problem with having a character from a weird alien race is that you can’t find reaction images

umu

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Everyone loves AUs!

Arranged: Our muses will be in an arranged marriage. The thread will begin a few days before their wedding in order to allow them to interact before.

Vegas: Muses will wake up after a wild night, not remembering what happened and only knowing that they are in bed together. (if you want to do the full Vegas experience of horror, they can be married)

Little Mermaid/Merman: Muses will follow the CLASSIC plot of the Little Mermaid. Means no happy ending... sorry.

Cinderella: Once again, muses will follow the CLASSIC plot.

War: Muses will be on the same or opposite sides of a war (i.e. Revolutionary -French or Amercian-, Civil, or the World Wars). If the same, they must rely on each other during a situation where they are pinned down. If opposite, P.O.W. situation or spying.

Underworld: Vampires vs. Lycans. Specify which side you would like your muse to be on and I will pick opposite. Either set before the "war" in the movies, or in the future when everything is done underground to avoid detection by the humans.

Spartacus: Muses will be gladiators or freed slaves against the roman army. This can even go a little before that to where the muses are in bounds and before they get free.

Child: Our characters suddenly find themselves responsible for an infant and attempt to look after it until they can find who the child belongs to with little luck

Coffee Shop: One of our characters works in a coffee shop and the other has a crush on them. They come in all the time for coffee even though they don’t drink it. One day they are approached by their crush and they get talking.

College: Our characters meet while attending university and end up sharing a dorm room. Awkwardness ensues after a drunk one night stand after a night of partying

Criminal: Our characters are criminals on the run from the police, doing whatever they can to remain free. They take on various disguises and aliases as they travel from country to country. (Can involve multiple FCs)

Haunted: One of our characters dies and comes back to visit the other, they cannot pass over until they’ve told the other person their feelings for them, which they cannot bring themselves to do. In the meantime the other person begins to fall in love with the ghost.

Highschool: Our characters attend high school together and hate each other. They avoid each other at all costs until they end up in detention together or are forced to work on a project together. They begin to become friends although neither of them will admit it.

Hostage: One of our characters is a criminal, that takes refuge in the other characters house, essentially keeping them hostage. The hostage begins to develop feelings for their capture and helps them evade the police.

Magic: One of our characters gains magical powers but has no idea how to control them. With the other characters help they try to figure out how to use them correctly but not without some mishaps along the way.

Possessed: One of our characters is possessed by a demon and the other must figure out a way of saving them before its too late.

Road Trip; Our characters go on a road trip, there’s a lot of laughter and fun and sightseeing and also a lot of trouble along the way.

Royalty: One of our characters is royalty and the other is their servant. The servant has feelings for the Royalty but knows nothing can happen as they (Royalty) are engaged to marry and it is frowned upon. Little do they know that their feelings are returned.

Sanatorium: One of our characters is a long time resident in a sanatorium and the other is the new staff member assigned to care for them.

Serial Killer: Our characters are a pair of serial killers who have teamed up and began a killing spree, targeting the weak and vulnerable.

Victim: One of our characters is a victim of a terrible crime and is found by the other character, who tries to help them through there ordeal but falls in love with them along the way.

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Put “What’s my prize?” in my ask

I’ll use a random number generator and your character gets a free pass to…

Take one item my character owns for themselves

Have my character as their “personal cheerleader” for a day

Push my character into a pool/lake/body of water

Have my character buy yours a drink

Win a truth/dare from my character

“Kidnap” my character to any place of your choosing

Tickle my character without retaliation

Get a song of your choice stuck in my character’s head

Kiss my character on the lips

Go hiking with my character

Sleep in my character’s bed—your call if my character is with yours or not

Kiss my character anywhere but the lips

Paint my character’s nails

Pick out a tattoo for my character

Be treated to a homemade meal from my character

Undress my character

Put my character in an embarrassing costume

Go hunting with my character 

Be treated to a movie night by my character

Hook my character on a show on Netflix 

Pick a song for my character to sing for karaoke night 

Have a tea party with my character

Go fishing with my character

Have my character teach yours something

Teach my character something

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"It doesn't sound like it," she replied. Being a Darkness Elemental for the bigger portion of his life sounded far too interesting for there to be little to say. "You don't have a choice," she affirmed. If Condor were to focus, he'd notice the slightly playful edge in her voice.

Alz'ein took Condor's words in, weighing them carefully. It honestly surprised her, that he was so easily philosophical. And really, if she thought about it, she would agree with him, but--

"And the Ateala? You would say that about us?" The counter was something she was fully aware of asking, but she still hadn't considered how she'd react, whatever answer he gave.

The corner of her lips tugged, not into a smile, but simply into a line, an expression caught between a smirk and a scowl. "Do you plan to disobey my orders?" True, Alz'ein assumed that her 'orders' wouldn't amount to more than the rules of her household, but she couldn't quite be sure with him. Quite the enigma he was, he continued to shatter her expectations, what little she had.

Her eyebrow twitched and she felt her veins throb in annoyance at his coy antics. "That doesn't make any sense." Alz'ein never did do all that well with cryptic or metaphorical statements.

Just as she spoke that, the two had reached the restaurant. It was a dainty place, and the sign displaying its name was written in a neat, clear font. In a remote Somorahan language. Given most non-Ateala (or a significant number of other Ateala, for that matter) couldn't read it, it was often referred to as 'the Atrean place at the corner of Tin Pan Row'.

"We're here," she said, glancing back at him again with a small smirk on her lips. Alz'ein opened the door for Condor and gave a small nod to the man behind the bar, who sent her a lukewarm smile. He spoke to her in a foreign tongue, to which she simply answered by holding up two fingers.

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16. Slavery!AU

The strangest slave in the world had recently been bought. He was strange, because every wound inflicted by any of his previous masters had healed, because of those golden glowing eyes, because of the magic that the gifted could see within.But really, the strange part was because he would not shut up. He’s always so damn happy all the time, every attempt to break the poor kid resulted in an angry rich snob tossing him back to the dealer, demanding their money back, while he giggled the whole time.

But one day an Atrean woman, dressed in what appeared to be a mixture between a high-class outfit, and a brawlers gear. She was clearly not amused by the slave’s fragrant disregard for gravity.

(This is set as a starter, you can continue or just regard it as a drabble~)

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undeath-is-fundeath replied to your post: undeath-is-fundeath replied to your post: Candy:...

I wasn’t the one that suggested it, but your description also makes sense XD I was just surprised that you didnt know what hot tamales were

--[ do not judge me pls ;m;

i don't eat much candy

i am a candy noob

it is a fact i'm extremely ashamed to admit

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Those strawberry hard candies with gooey centers. Tough and not very inviting on the outside, but there /is/ a sliver of something a bit more gentle on the inside. 'Course that central gentleness is still pretty goddamn tart.

—[ aaaa this is really good, too!! ovo

man u guys are really good at choosing character-describing candies. uou