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Luna smiled ruefully and nodded, producing from within a hidden pocket of her dress a pouch of gold coins. She wasn't sure gil was even used here, but, surely gold was gold, and spent the same everywhere?
"This time you'll find it quite true, however," she explained as she handed over the bag, "the daemons...if you're not careful, they can infect you with a parasitic disease which, providing it doesn't simply kill you outright, transforms you into one of them, all trace of humanity lost. I'm healing the afflicted as quickly as I can, but in the meantime I need someone to keep the daemons away from my patients whilst I work."
"You, I assume, are the renowned slayer of daemons? If so, I've a job to offer you, though I warn you it's unlike any you've yet faced."
"You know... Everyone says that when they come to hire me." Dante said with a chuckle, "But it's rare for it to be true. You go the money to back your words?"
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Pulling herself on to the balcony with a huff, Selena rolled over the bars and landed on her back with a soft, "thud". "Got the donuts," the younger twin announced. "Wasn't easy, Ravus almost caught me twice." - rogueoracle
Lunafreya absolutely did not snort with suppressed laughter at her sister's antics. It was simply Not The Done Thing. Rumors to the contrary were a libelous and untrue.
"Bravo, darling! You've truly the makings of a proper spy."
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"Nothing's wrong with them, darling, I'm only just convinced you might turn into the one or the other, as often as you eat them."
ladylunafreyaoftenebrae​:
“Well, at least it’s not more ramen. Or fish. ”
“Whaaat. What’s wrong with ramen and fish…”
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"Stars, Your Majesty, what's happened here?!?"
Had the king of the Gerudo been in some way cursed or spelled to cause such a transformation? Luna wondered if her own magic might be equal to the task of changing him back, unaware this is a natural state for him.
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      While it is rare it is not unheard of to see the large man in this form… due to mortal combat, or perhaps magics that had triggered the transformation. Either way the large beast was currently stuck in this form and not that of his human body. At least he still had his intelligence in this form, even if speech wasn’t possible for him lest he use magic.
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She's there with a gentle hand on his arm to try and steady him through the spasm. He wouldn't allow himself to lean on her, probably, but Stars know she would try offering anyhow.
"Your heart is beating awfully rapidly for someone who is fine," she replied quietly, "you know it's not weakness to admit to needing, and seek out help don't you?"
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“You don’t quite look it, darling.”
The god towered over her as Lunafreya reached up a gentle hand to feel his cheek. Not overly-warm, perhaps, but clammy, and his eyes were tight with pain.
“Let me heal you?,” she offered quietly. Her calling as an Oracle was to relieve suffering in whatever way she could.
“I’m fine.” Loki said sharply. “I can handle things myself.” He really did feel awful and was hoping the nausea would settle. He didn’t want to end up throwing up. But considering the way his day was going it seemed to much to hope for. “And No.” he went to try and walk away again. His head was spinning and he tried to stifle a cough. 
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Hey sweetheart, let's make a different arrangement. one that puts U and I together ;)
Utterly, completely corny, and yet....she can't help smiling just a bit. It's utterly mad, she knows; this is the man on whose orders her mother was slain, whose armies took her brother captive, on whose authority Fenestala became her gilded prison. And yet...he has a strange charm that has her ducking her head so he won't see her laughing. When she's regained proper Oracle-like composure, she gives him the faintest of answering smiles.
"Come now, Your Radiance, surely you've an Empress who would object."
She will not be a concubine, that much she is determined.
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Carefully looked around, checking the door to make sure it was closed. "Here," Salena pulled out a bucket of fried chicken from her bag. "I was able to seek it past every one. There are a few biscuits in there too. But anyway, you need to EAT Luna. You can't heal anyone if you don't rest." - rogueoracle
Luna could only stare for a moment as Selena, from her seemingly-normal handbag, withdrew an entire bucket of chicken. It might have been utterly comical if it hadn't reminded her sharply of exactly how hungry she was. She'd been set to make some wise and worldly remark about how Oracles are sustained solely by faith and tea, but the Behemoth noise her stomach made cut off any argument.
"I can't think how you managed this, but thank you, love. Come share with me?"
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"You don't quite look it, darling."
The god towered over her as Lunafreya reached up a gentle hand to feel his cheek. Not overly-warm, perhaps, but clammy, and his eyes were tight with pain.
"Let me heal you?," she offered quietly. Her calling as an Oracle was to relieve suffering in whatever way she could.
Open- Leave me be//Loki Laufeyson
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“I am fine.” Loki said sharply, he stumbled and leaned against a wall trying to support himself. He wasn’t fine and was feeling very unwell. The god was breathing deeply as he tried to gain some control over his nausea. “Just leave me be.” He was in a rather bad mood as it was.
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"Very well then. Only let me get out of these shoes first, they're not suitable in the least for dancing."
May as well take a moment to pin her braids more securely in place as well.
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They call me Cuban Pete. I'm the king of the rumba beat. When I play the maracas I go chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom Yessir, I'm Cuban Pete. I'm the craze of my native street. When I start to dance, Everything goes chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom The senoritas they sing and they swing with terampero-
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"Darling. Beloved. Other half of my own soul.
What in the name of all Gods are you doing?!"
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They call me Cuban Pete. I'm the king of the rumba beat. When I play the maracas I go chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom Yessir, I'm Cuban Pete. I'm the craze of my native street. When I start to dance, Everything goes chick-chicky-boom, chick-chicky boom The senoritas they sing and they swing with terampero-
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TRUTH SERUM TIME ! 
SEND  ‘ TRUTH ‘  +  A  QUESTION  AND  MY  MUSE  HAS  TO  ANSWER.  NO  LYING  ALLOWED.
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Hey, if it was up to me that treaty would have had you marry me. I bet you'd look lovey in Niflheim colors ;)
"I've no doubt, Your Radiance. I daresay the Frostbrynger might not be best pleased with that, however..."
Nor, for that matter, would her brother.
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"Do you think we should get a cat?" -rogueoracle
"A splendid idea! It would be best to ensure they're comfortable with dogs, however, so Umbra and Prynna don't frighten them."
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Y’all, I’m over here DYING cuz Google suggested me this article about the crisis of backyard chicken keepers– which is that they love having chickens so much that they keep getting more, and then don’t know what to do with all the eggs.
Which I can see how this would be a problem, but it’s just so funny to me because they had interviewed this one guy who started off with 3 chickens, and then kept adding more and more, and eventually started donating the eggs to a local food bank, and at the end of the year when they wrote him a tax receipt, he discovered he’d donated over 400 dozen eggs.
Seriously, it was a whole article talking very seriously about how people are so into chickens that they just keep collecting them like pokemon and then have to “scramble” (their words not mine) to get rid of the eggs, because they weren’t even thinking of egg production, they just loved having chickens.
And while I may be over here laughing a bit too hard, honestly? Big Mood.
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"I dread to think what might be required to reawaken your creative drive..."
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“I’m awfully uninspired at the moment..” 
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🤗    for    your    muse   to    give    my    muse    a   hug ‼️ ( either luna or ravus :3 )
"Is that who I think it is?! Is my favorite niece returned to us??"
Luna was quick to kneel and scoop Zen into a hug.
"It is! Our Zen came back!!"
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