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unrealistic or not idc i believe daphne's family does actually roam or have little idles around roundtable hold. helen is probably often helping iron menial or stewarding around that dining room. frederick probably hangs by the shoreline. sebastian likes being on the cliff by the gardens just staring at the distance. helen polishes her blade with wyler. frederick grapples and spars with guardian. fuck you they're all a family to me.

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lil check-in ✌️

i've had a bit of writer's block on top of my brain soup going bad with a combination of episodes and spikes, so i've been a bit distant lately. i promise i'm not trying to ignore anyone, i just haven't had any focus or batteries lately for much, and what i have has been reserved for streaming and for my husband and family. hoping this weird rut passes soon so i can come back and write! <33 love you guys so much, please take care of yourselves!

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gm and happy munday!

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What terribly  precious  things, humans were. Daphne watches as color blooms into the girl's cheeks, folding her hands delicately at her middle as she watches Hilda collect herself after the little  spat  she'd just gotten into on her behalf. Of course the Doll knows she's finely capable of taking care of herself, though that hardly stops her from acquiring help where she can. Her head canters aside, attention spotlighting the other with quite the brightness in her gaze.

       ❝ Perhaps I'll have you wear them sometime. ❞   How fun it was, for once, to be incapable of expression.   ❝ I'm sure you'd look just as darling. Wouldn't that be grand? ❞

@necremant sent: ❝oh, you terrible mean thing, you’re pretty.❞ ⸻ hilda.

Oh, no. She's cute. Hilda's cheeks turned ruddy.

"Yeah? You too," she managed to say after a far-too-long silence. Usually with sellswords like her, it was hire first, ask questions never. It seemed hat Daphne, however, had other plans. "Your clothes, I mean — they're really pretty. Hell, they're beautiful."

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When was it she could wake? When was it she last woke? A perpetual existence of muffled serenity, veiled in some strange suspension of limbo may have been something she'd grown accustomed to, but it hadn't been something she desired. Where was the gentle, warm palm she was equally expectant of? The soft puffs of laughter, like whispered secrets? Decades gone, now. Only the breeze spoke to her now. Petals dancing around her wrists and ankles. Too long stagnant.

That was.. until a disturbance came just close enough. Just close enough...

Lids lift, lashes like a curtain that unveil bright, crystalline hues. The doll does not quite find the thing that shifts the air around her just yet. It takes her a few moments, like she's waking up, before her gaze lifts at last to that of a creature as strange as herself in this open, floral clearing. If she was taken aback, it did not show. There was no shift to her placated expression. Nothing to indicate neither shock nor awe. Instead, the doll only lifts her chin, focus entirely on the  thing  currently towering over her frame. When finally it's warm, indignant  huff  blows through her hair and chimes the medallions woven through it, the doll speaks.

       ❝ You're a curious beast.. ❞   Her head tilts and with the motion comes another soft, melodic chime.   ❝ Have I encroached upon your territory, creature? ❞

This was supposed to be his space, and yet the-- thing? creature? It was not human, even if it looked like one-- remained. For days, it remained, and not once did it try to speak to him.

When he left to collect food for the Mother Dragon, and when he returned here to collect himself, it was still present. Part of him wondered if it even knew how dangerous he could be if he so wished it. It was such a flimsy thing that the Night Fury was sure he could crush it if it ever did anything to threaten him, but it so rarely moved from its position that maybe it wasn't alive after all.

So he went to check on it, huffing through his nostrils all the while. It sat close to the flowers in the clearing, blue petals seeming to match whatever was in its hair.

The Night Fury stopped a few feet away, head bowing low. His wings lifted ever so slightly, just enough to make him look bigger without suggesting he would flee.

Speak! he implored, pupils thin and green eyes bright. Another warm huff of air preceded the low growl in his throat. Creature speak!

— for @necremant, unprompted.

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🤐 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦��𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.

🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

01. running their thumb over the others bottom lip slowly. 02. standing just a little too close, enough to feel each others breath. 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing. 04. undoing the top button of their shirt while holding eye contact. 05. leaning in like they're going to kiss and then pausing shyly. 06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

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Revenant

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｡° ⸻ @confessthysiins. ⸻ here. ⸻ °｡

As a braid is laid over her shoulder, slipping across her chest, it is her turn to take the plaits into her own articulate hold to finish their adornments with the same care and delicacy of which Oswald has reflected. Her medallions are tied and buttoned into the braids to hold their place   ( a stopper for their disturbance and unravelling in her adventures, in her conquests ).   Serenity laid over their shared silence like a blanket. Dampened the passing of time. Muffled the rest of the world. There were many passing thoughts as the Revenant relished their isolated reverie. Mind lingering at things mundane for once in what felt like such a very long time. Threads that needed mending in her garb, in her veil. Polishing and oiling of her lyre and their strings. Whether Oswald may like a demonstration of these errands. Whether she could accompany Oswald in his mundane goings after this brief respite. Though Daphne would not allow for an admission of fondness, it's clear in the unguarded trust she sits before him with. The vulnerability she has believed him to have earned through demonstrations of patience, understanding, and audience.

Another braid. Another medallion. Her fingers trace the pattern of the next one she holds as she waits, allowing herself to focus, for a moment, on his ministrations.

It was that very focus that had become her own undoing, taken by surprise even despite her attentiveness. She feels how her hair tightens around his knuckles before he pulls, feels the way her body yields to the command instantaneously with seldom a gasp. Daphne is practically lifted, backed further up into his lap with her hair as a leash. Her hands have scrambled for purchase at his knee, at his hip, too distracted to have snapped up and reacted to his hand closing around her throat. It's only after the fact -   how quick he was!   - that her hands have lifted and only hovered just out of reach.

       ❝ Unhand me! ❞   Seething. A command that wavers only just slightly from the tension she's under, like a bowstring ready to snap.

There was no breath to quicken in her chest. No heart to hammer against a ribcage she lacked. Despite this, her body wracks with these sensations, with the reaction. A shiver as his breath spills across the shell of her ear, teeth dragged across her nerves   ( damn her how she lifts and exposes more! ).   Her body jolts against his, back flush to his chest, as she feels his knee creep between her thighs. Daphne hardly had purchase to try and close them from his invasion, heels slipping from under the way she's angled into his frame, at his mercy.  At last does she regain herself, pale fingers grasping at his, prying.   

Does this hurt?   She could laugh. She almost does, in fact. A sound like a puff of breath, a sharp inhale.

       ❝ You could never hurt me. ❞   Defiant. She continues to pry herself from his snare.   ❝ What I feel is not your's to claim. ❞

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Anyone else been playing Nightreign? Not sure I'm a fan despite how much I love Elden Ring, just not my style of gameplay. But I do love the character designs.

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adjusting my tags since some symbols are broken on mobile. then i'll be lurking ✌️

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O, what a terrible taunt!  A small displeased noise leaves the doll, porcelain fingers treading delicately up along his scales. What an affront it'd be to turn all his terribleness into something so very fragile...

       ❝ A prince, ❞   Daphne puffs.   ❝ That would be the humor of the fates, wouldn't it?  How woeful indeed... ❞   Her forehead is rested against an angle of his jaw, headdress chiming as she settles. What an image!   ❝ ... Should you make a  handsome prince,  I'd throw a fit.❞

A warm laugh sparkles like flint between his wide jaws. “ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ, ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ? ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ'ꜱ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ”

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lil sampling of the icons i'm making. i'm actually physically legally married to this one now.

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doing editing today so like for a lil starter later

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ah. what a sweet giggle that leaves her. daphne leans, giving the bow of his maw an ever gentle peck in return.

slowly, sloooowly approaches and boops her with his giant nose.