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edeneyed​:

there was   (   in the back of his mind   )   the thought that, genuinely, this was a waste of time; the voice of many a teacher in his youth speaking of the useless nature of such action, malik’s bitter claims still a rash on his mind. this did not stop the assassin from scoffing at the other   —   shoulders back   &   chin raised in arrogance.    ❝    of course, that’s easy.    ❞    amber turned to size up his options   (   the tree, perhaps   )   before running at it, using the trunk as a springboard. tucking in for a neat double roll before lightly landing on his feet. altaïr turning back with an overexaggerated bow.    ❝    like that   ?    ❞ 

This was considered a waste of time to him? Hilda was having the time of her life watching this man showing off in front of her – it’s not like she had much of anything else to keep her preoccupied these days. Her eyes watched as Altaïr effortlessly completed another trick. 

❝ Yes, that was it exactly! That was amazing! ❞

Once again, she clapped her hands in delight. From anyone else, it would’ve seemed like these compliments were insincere, but Hilda was always sincere in what she said. After all, people needed to feel appreciated and motivated to continue!

❝ So, what else can you do? ❞

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don’t talk to me i’m too pretty.

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hyperdetect​:

   “  those are fake,  ”   ranpo says, a bit too suddenly and too close to the young woman’s ear to startle her into jumping away from him. he smiles, almost apologetic, before pointing at the earrings she’s studying.   “  those earrings are fake. i would advise against getting them… you look like someone who cares about the quality of what she wears. it’s a shame though, i like the shade of pink it is too!  ”

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Despite her seemingly fragile and innocent demeanor, Hilda doesn’t jump.

She does, however, startle, immediately whipping around to face whoever decided to grace her with some conversation. Fake..? He doesn’t mean.. Hilda follows his finger, gaze drifting to the jewelry she was considering buying. Ohhh! Of course he meant the jewelry!

❝ You can tell too, huh? While I do value quality, sometimes these colors are just too hard to find. It’d suck to pass them up. ❞

Besides.. It’s not like she could afford pricier earrings at the moment unfortunately. 

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byabhainn​:

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      ✛ ❝ Subtle pranks? As in, ‘so subtle they’ll barely notice’ or subtle as in ‘minimal effort for maximum reaction’? ❞ comes the brunette’s response to the stranger’s inquiries, tilting her head at the other for a moment. Though the stranger had been thinking aloud, Desdemona couldn’t help but become rather curious about why exactly the stranger wants to know more about pranks… And who exactly she plans to use it on.

      ❝ Either way, I do have an idea, ❞

❝ Definitely minimal effort. ❞

It wasn’t even a competition in her mind. Besides, there’s something so satisfying about doing the bare minimum and still seeing the work pay off, you know? Sometimes, things were a little too boring to not put in work.. And that’s where they come in!

❝ What do you have in mind? I’m all ears! ❞

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edeneyed​:

⤜    starter    !!    *:･ﾟ✧    ╱    @fawneant​

while normally a quieter form of brash arrogance, altaïr was not against being a showoff on occasion. moments such as now   —   on his hands on the monkey bars   (   a handstand, smile tugging at his lips   )   before working his way back down the other direction. the ease of flipping back off to land lightly on his feet. eyebrow raised   (   hood having fallen off, hair in disarray   )   at the other with arms held out to the side; cocky. while clearly a place for children, he couldn’t say there wasn’t its own fun.

❝ Wow!!! ❞

Hilda can’t help but bring her hands up into an applause. It’s hard to not be impressed with how effortless he all made it seem. Granted, she and a few of her classmates could do a few flips and cool tricks, usually after a hit, but she always assumed it was the adrenaline rush of being in battle. To be honest.. she wasn’t exactly sure she would be able to do those things on command.

❝ Can you do a double back flip? ❞

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mojavemassacre​:

Six was about to brush this young woman—pretty as she was—off when he remembered that someone had told him, not too long ago… that he should give a helping hand to fellow outsiders (for this woman could be nothing but an outsider.)

“Like, cheese? Cheese-cheese? ‘Cause I saw a place selling cheese on a stick down thataway,” Six hooked one hand in his pocket, and jerked a thumb behind him. “And I know for a fact that you passed by a place that sells grilled cheese sandwiches. But there’s a supermarket down the way if you want the stuff raw. Or… no, cheese ain’t raw, right… yeah, uncooked… whatever.”

Not.. his brightest moment. She had caught him off guard.

❝ Yeah, like... milk cheese? Sometimes has holes but not all the time.. Aaaand usually yellow in color? ❞

Were there also different kinds of cheeses here? She was mainly looking for the type that would melt nicely over a meal. Some home cooked food would be really comforting.. especially in a place so unfamiliar. 

Wait, excuse me? Raw cheese? Her eyebrows knit together in concern. Perhaps she’d asked the wrong person, he seemed flustered at the simplest of questions. How cringe. The least she could get out of this was at least someone to show her around.

❝ Er, why don’t show me where to find the raw cheese? ❞

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einsamkalte​:

❅ : the job is getting easier — finally — after several months, and weiss hasn’t dropped a tray or shattered a glass in just about as much time, though she finds it’s much easier to perform adequately if she thinks of waitressing as akin to a battle, of sorts. cashiering was a little more kind to her from the start, as her main duties are handling money and putting on the most saccharine smile possible while attempting to make it appear genuine. she’s got some practice in that department.

the girl before her has been staring at the menu for but a few moments before asking weiss for a recommendation. truth be told, weiss isn’t a big fan of overly sweet concoctions, and she’s always drank her coffee black. she’s probably not the best person to ask this sort of thing, but… she’ll give it a go.

‘well, i guess it depends on your sense of taste, but…’

‘we have these little chocolate biscuits that pair delightfully with a cup of coffee. i personally prefer a dark roast, but you should be able to enjoy them with just about anything.’ a pause, as she considers whether or not she’s allowed to do this. ‘i could… give you a sample?’

As much as Hilda enjoyed the coffee back at the home, she found that she preferred the light hints of tea paired with sweet treats. Though.. it would be rude to order something else than what the nice barista suggested for her, right?

Weiss looked.. well, she looked pretty calm for what was surely the lunch rush. Perhaps people here didn’t take the time to set down for a cup or two. A shame, really. How else would you find out information about people besides over a nice cup of steaming tea? She debates ordering tea despite it not being offered but.. Eh, she wasn’t in the mood to make things harder for herself at the moment.

❝ Sure, I’ll take a sample! I usually prefer sweet things but.. I wouldn’t mind trying it out before I order. Say, do you know if this pairs well with tea? ❞

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aurulent​:

     “Hilda?”

That was a familiar face ( and voice, since he technically heard her booming voice ). Claude turned around to face Hilda, waiting for her to jog to him before offering her a wave and a smile of his own. He was used to seeing people from his world pop in here, so he wasn’t too surprised to see that his right hand man had made it here.

     “I’m guessing you didn’t get the memo. To make a long story      short, we’re in a place that’s far from Fodlan… Or even our      world in general. Time also works differently here. You probably      saw me a few minutes ago, right? That’s not the same with      me.”

Figured it was best to get it all out of the way now than later.

❝ The memo? Did I miss it during the meeting? ❞

Hilda brings her hands to rest in front of her, the missing Freikugel being a weight on its own. She supposes that she should’ve noticed the warning signs.. For someone going into battle, supposedly, Claude looked awfully casual about it. That would probably mean that he’s... serious about this. As far-fetched as it sounds, it doesn’t seem like this is one of his schemes.

❝ Wait, huh? Are you saying that there’s more than one Claude? ❞

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what flower are you?

Your Result: Sunflower.

You are optimistic nearly to a fault. The friend everyone goes to when they are upset, you are selfless and caring by nature. But you have likely had a hard past, and understand what it means to commit towards stretching up to the sun. You're hard working and beloved by everyone who encounters you. Extroverted, a leader, not a follower, and someone who delights in being surrounded by others. Sometimes, you struggle to speak your feelings or admit to struggles. But it's okay to say you're not okay love, it's okay to be the one who needs some comforting every now and then! Let yourself rest sweetheart

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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what color are you?

you are ghostwhite #F8F8FF

Your dominant hue is blue, making you a good friend who people love and trust. You're good in social situations and want to fit in. Just be careful not to compromise who you are to make them happy.

Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working.

Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.

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make your muse into a terrarium !!

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hilda hilda hilda! ※ no republication without written permission.

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medicinial​:

in such warm weather it would have been truly a shame to not spend every second in the great outdoors, which was what had drawn jakurai from his home in cotes and to the boardwalk over looking the beautiful ocean. he had just tossed the line back into the sea, when from beneath the rim of his wide sunhat he had spied a beautiful pink-haired woman releasing what looked like half of the beach from the confines of her boot. it wasn’t exactly the most ideal footwear for the beach, he noted, but he felt sympathetic to her nevertheless. 

“ it’s quite alright. “ he reassured her, waving his free hand before casting a glance back to the bobbing fishing float. “ yes, so far a few, but it’s mostly small catches today. “ but a quick glance around him would have suggested otherwise; there was no ice cooler, no knife, nowhere at all for the fish to have gone. “ you’re welcome to sit with me if you’d like. i know fishing can seem rather boring, but it’s peaceful at least. “ he smiled before the float began to tip. “ oh? and you’re just in time for a fish. how lucky. “ 

Hilda hobbled on one boot, the heel creating quite a difference in height between her foot and the ground. Never the less, she makes her way over to the little station Jakurai set up. It was... rather odd that he had no receptacles to store the fish but.. Well, maybe he found a use for them already.

❝ Small catches? Aw, are they good for meals? ❞

While fishing was very much a sport back home, a lot of the fish was used to feed the monastery. Fun and food, right? She sits down on her skirt, boot next to her as her feet dangle over the side. Peaceful, huh?

❝ Oh! Nice!! Reel it in! Maybe it’ll be a big one this time! ❞

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Sorry for being gone so much. I’m still trying to get better at procreate :•( here’s a doodle tho!

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It’s not easy transitioning from getting served meals to making your own food. Which is exactly why we find Hilda scouring the markets for some ingredients. She’s not.. quite exactly sure what to make just yet – or even if these places sell ingredients – but she’s willing to give it a shot!

Anything to stop the rumbling of her stomach.

❝ Hey, do you know where to find some cheese? ❞

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