#Auratvm

[ravencollege]

It felt sweet. The way someone’s name can feel on your tongue. Like honey and figs. Even if it’s bittersweet it’s still inviting. Sonically pleasing, warming the body, gentle on the soul. Melancholic. There are names you may not say aloud for a long time so the feeling of saying it doesn’t seem immediately apparent. Thinking it isn’t the same as hearing yourself say it. Forming the syllables with your lips and making it real. It’s different. You don’t realize the weight of a name until it’s spoken into existence. That’s how he felt in that moment, saying a name so fond in his memory but unsaid in recent years.

“Jamil?”

It was wishful thinking maybe. Davaa thought he’d meet Jamil one day, someday, but it wasn’t something he was actively searching for. Be it his own stops and starts, desire or fears, he kept the sentiment to the side, right in his periphery but never in front of him. It wasn’t so much avoidance as it was having other things to worry about. Both their lives seemed to be going perfectly sound (as far as Davaa knew on Jamil’s part, he would only ever see updates through magicam or what have you) but it was enough to satiate whatever anxieties he has for the former classmate’s well being as well as giving him an excuse to put it off. It’s not avoidance per se, he doesn’t want to fall back into that pattern, but butterflies in the pit of his stomach. Fluttering worries that are more stereotypically crush-shaped that makes him even more embarrassed. If he said ‘I miss you’ that would be painful. Painful in the cringe way right? Silly, ridiculous, delusional. Right? But he did. He does. And he wants to see this guy again even apart from past feelings because they were friends, even if neither of them admitted it outright back then. Stubborn teenage pride, the hubris of them both, is what was cringe. 

Things are different now. Years have passed. He’s standing in a gallery of his own blood, sweat and tears and some rich admirers are going to buy them for money he couldn’t exactly fathom. He was standing there only half paying attention to what his patrons were saying but he at least had his curator with him who was doing most of the heavy lifting on the negotiations, financial and logistics. There was a smudge on his glasses. He didn’t particularly like wearing them but he needed them to read now or for anything that requires finer detail work. It also totally makes him look smarter than he is, more refined or whatever. Along with slim-fit black slacks and dress shoes and black dress shirt practically half unbuttoned but tucked in because getting him into anything aside from joggers is a negotiation in itself. ‘You have to look presentable’ and all that. Even if anyone was allowed to wander in for the viewing, he still had to seem at least semi-serious as an artist. Although Davaa would argue having an eccentric gimmick would garner more attention, so he should have worn something totally obscene instead. Davaa is currently glad his manager had shot down that idea. 

His line of sight wanders to the smudge on the class directly in front of them, moving to remove them but hesitates when a distraction behind the buyer's head. It’s been awhile. Not too long, it could have been longer, but maybe just long enough. The man’s shoulders tense, his posture straightening and adding a good few inches back to his height from slouching. For how alert he seems now it’s possible his eyes even dilated after spotting them from across the room. But he’s still embroiled in this conversation. Brown eyes flicker from person to person, thinking frantically about what he should do right now at this very moment. Mouth gapes a little, preparing to excuse himself somehow but nothing came. He awkwardly shifts, shuffling away from the other three mumbling something something toilet something something emergency something you can have it for free hold on- and making a goofy little b-line to the familiar face.

@auratvm 💛

[strytells]

@auratvm said: This “being in love” thing was for the birds. Or was it the bees? Both? Whatever the hell it was land-dwellers said—they always had the funniest sayings. Rear-end on a north-bound mule? Take a hike? That’s the shit Jade tried dragging him along on—he got how that was supposed to be offensive.

But he knew he valued Maize’s joy more than he ever thought he would. Had he told his past self that cephalo-twerp with a taste for adventure no matter what danger it may bring would be the same one he’d be following the coattails of, he’d point and laugh and probably rob him.

So here he was, the locket Maize had to abandon all those years ago when chased from ruins by a shark behind his back. Polished to mint condition from nights upon nights of hard work; the photo inside still in its weathered condition, because he knew the novelty was what mattered most to Maize.

He smiled at him, all teeth, as he raised it just in his line of vision.

“Remember this?” [ merle > maize ]Valentine's day Asks // Kinda accepting!

Maize had been more than content to avoid this holiday of love and affection, he was more than okay with the free food along with hearing the compliments from his peers (when he got them...), even a little greeting between him and Azul was okay.

HOWEVER.

Hearing familiar footsteps approach drew him from his current work of inventory for the lounge (he promised Azul he'd get to it before the weekend), looking over his shoulder to Merle as he found himself smiling. Putting his work down he marked where he currently was on inventory before giving his friend his undivided attention.

And his smile only grew at the sight of the locket, quickly taking it and examining it closer- his ears starting to wiggle with delight, looking back at Merle with an even bigger smile.

"Of course I do! How could I forget this!?"

He never forgot that chase when he found it, that shark forced him into the tightest confines his hearts were racing by the time it was over... He hoped that shark liked that face full of ink.

"I haven't seen this since we were kids!! How'd you find it again??" Though the pure joy on his face could easily be translated into a thank you for his shark.

"And how'd you get it fixed? Last I checked it was coated in barnacles..."

[auratvm]

auratvm-deactivated20220910 (shout out to past me for thinking of saving this post)

as canon states, deuce was raised by a single mother.

the last time he remembers his parents being happy together was when he was five years old, shortly before his parents split. when they did, it would have been so much easier if his dad abandoned him altogether—but instead, he kept his son hoping for the day he’d come to get him for a visit.

he’d make calls, promising time spent together. landmarks and museums they could go to.

it was so rare that he ever got the chance to spend time with his father. he would promise that he’d make time to come visit him, only to make up an excuse as to why this weekend wasn’t a good time. he’d “promise” that the next week would be a better time. and it got to the point that deuce’s mother would keep him from speaking to his father—she saw how excited he’d get at the possibility of spending time with him that she didn’t want to get the boy’s hopes being crushed anymore.

on the rare occasion his father showed any follow-through, he would be introduced to a new strange woman that he’d be told to call “auntie.”

having a strange woman try to ingratiate herself upon him to impress a man that that didn’t truly care. even if her care was genuine, at his young age deuce learned that his father wasn’t reliable—he could never tell whether his dad wanted him around, or if he was just a conversation starter to him.

his father went radio silent one year, only for deuce and his mother to find out he settled down and had another family with one of those women. and that was when he learned the meaning of resentment.

his father doesn’t miss their birthdays. they never have to fight for his attention. those kids got the better version of his dad and deuce resents that, but also knows it’s not those kids’ fault that their dad is a deadbeat.

but he still can’t help that anger he feels. and it was that anger led to him seeking out the boys he used to hang around, the same anger that led him into those fights to let that frustration out.

deuce decided to change his ways because when he heard his mom crying on the phone to his grandma, he remembered how the last time he’s ever known his mom to cry over a man was his dad.

that’s the last person he ever wants to bear any resemblance to. 

[pctchwork]

🛠

Name: Hibiki Age: 18 Gender: Male Height: 5'8" Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Dark Purple Sexuality: Bisexual Race: Human FC for icons: Guren Ichinose - Owari no Seraph Inspiration: Ashitaka - Princess Mononoke

Eyes Unclouded By Hate : Makes Hibiki able to reveal like a person's true intent whether it be good or evil. The person's true intentions and thoughts appear in the form of words around them that only he can see.

Is an RSA student and the Prefect of his dorm

The dorm is Totoro themed, peaceful and is near a forest. Plenty of land for farming, archery practice, and other such things.

Is a very truthful person, sometimes being a little too blunt at times.

[magiclcss]

( ♡ @auratvm​ said: 👀 if you could get away with anything for a day, what would you do?

    “If I could get away with anything...” The blonde begins to trail off as she thinks about the sudden question thrown at her. It takes a while for Kaede to come up with an answer. With as well mannered Kaede seemed to appear on the outside, the question as crossed her mind many times. 

    In fact, there were plenty of things she wanted to do, but the risk of getting in trouble with her peers or authority figures lingered within the back of her mind. 

    “Honestly? There are plenty of things that I want to do without the risk of getting in trouble.” Kaede finally admits. “But, if I had to choose just one thing... I’d paint all the roses in Heartslabyul an entirely different color.” A mischievous giggle soon follows her words. Quiet the difficult feat it is considering its housewarden, but hey, what’s life without a little bit of risk. “I’d probably paint them a nice pink color.. or purple... maybe a neon green. The possibilities are endless.”

Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! ( accepting )

[muraenide]

MAGNOLIA  CASTILLO  SENTENCE  STARTERS @auratvm​​ asked: “why do you want to help me?” (epel)

❝During my brief sojourn in Pomefiore, did you not speak in my favour as well? I only wish to return the kindness.❞ That incident is perhaps the most daring thing Jade has done yet, barging into the proudest dorm in Night Raven College alone to try his luck. He can’t say that his anxiety has quelled from the daring move, though he’s not one to complain. On the other hand, Pomefiore has been both an exciting and eye-opening experience. Somewhere inside him he wishes to keep the contacts he manages to form at Pomefiore.

❝Here’s a list of karate and kendo dojos. I have managed to review them one by one, and the classes they offered are priced affordably.❞ Shortly after his speech, he passes Epel an envelop that contained a list of what he mentioned. ❝Ah, well... I am unsure whether Vil-senpai approves of your ambitions, but I do not think that going out of your way to learn something for the sake of boosting your self-confidence is a bad thing, personally.❞

[pomfiores]

@auratvm said: if you could please give binx, king of shadows, a kiss on the forehead for me. i'd appreciate it.

I did exactly as you proposed and his response is purrs. there you have it.

[ramshacklehousewarden]

@auratvm​

“Deuce! My best pal! What brings you down to my humble home”

Of all the students to see Deuce was one of Yu’s closest friends. Alongside Ace of course, but you could always expect a nice time when Deuce was here

[princessmaid]

@auratvm​ asked: ‘ you have such pretty hair. ’ ( anais )

“Oh, why thank you very much,” Snow smiled soft and sweet, a hand going to floof her short curls before quickly gesturing to the other’s hair. “But your hair is lovely as well. It reminds me of mulberries... and snow,” she giggled a bit. “It’s so unique and beautiful!”

[ravencollege]

khoa and asiri ^_^ bffs! @auratvm

[jinanreona]

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  𝐈'𝐃  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐆𝐄𝐓  𝐓𝐎  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  .

1.    𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒  /  𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:      leo :3

2.    𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘:  december 12~

3.    𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍:      saggi ♐

4.    𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓:      5′1″

5.    𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒:      writing, building miniatures, reading, hiking, and video games! (none of which I’m consistent with :’))) )

6.    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑:      purple 💜

7.    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊:      I don’t have one at the moment 😅 

8.    𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆:      ‘all that glitters’ by earl

9.    𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓  𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄  /  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖:      everything everywhere all at once

10.    𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃:      fanfic 🤐

11.    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:      literature, source material (game or fan translations), poems, music

12.    𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐔𝐑𝐋:      ‘jinan’ means second son in Japanese and then ‘reona’ is just Leona’s name but the direct Japanese translation x3

13.   𝐅𝐔𝐍  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓:      uhhhh I guess that I can speak Spanish and have rp’d in Spanish in the past. It’s a lot of fun XD

tagged by: @auratvm​ (thank you and sorry this took forever DX)

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[strytells]

@auratvm​ said: 👀 if you could permanently change something about yourself, what would it be? ( maize , zephyr , vi ) Send me a “👀 + a question” and my muse has to answer honestly! // Accepting!

“....everything. But even then will it be good enough for everyone??”

“...I’d simply change how I came to be, coming into being with no parents and just the wind and the moon as witness wasn’t exactly a good life to begin with... I just don’t know how I even came into being...”

“...I’d trade places with my mom- Sucks to admit but I would. Nothing I’d change about myself but my life.”

[pieceofmywcrld]

👀 if you could rewrite your life, is there anything you'd add or take away? ( yuki + asta )

@auratvm

“.... Besides being born in someplace OTHER than Twisted Wonderland? Nah. Not really. I would have loved to have been born here.”

“I’d bring my mom back.... everyone misses her.....” Asta just hid his face in his knees.

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[muraenide]

MAGNOLIA  CASTILLO  SENTENCE  STARTERS @auratvm​ asked:  ❝ quiet. the ghosts are talking. ❞ (anais)

He’s not very sure if they are doing this right. It feels very much like a jest. But Jade’s not one to speak when it’s the first time he’s doing something like this. ❝My apologies. I thought they wouldn’t be able to hear us.❞ The room they are in are enveloped in darkness, though Jade doesn’t complain because he could see better in the dark than he ever could in the light. Eels of his kind are born in the depths of the ocean where no light could reach, so they had no need for their sight since birth, instead, they are gifted with a heightened sense of smell and awareness for the environment. 

Which then explains his embarrassment, because in the one hour they have been sitting here, he could not feel anything that is amiss in their surroundings. ❝Are ghost intangible entities?❞ He speaks again, softer this time as he place both of his hands on his lap, not wanting to touch any of the mysterious equipment that is piling up the room. ❝Perhaps they are invisible only to me. Would you tell me what they are saying? I’m very curious to know.❞

[pomfiores]

what is your true role in the story?

the h̶e̶r̶o̶ villain so we meet again, don't we? pity, I hoped our reunion would never occur. oh, pardon my discourtesy would you? but I really find tyrants unpleasant to the mouth. "sic semper evello mortem tyrannis." I have seen many before you fall, and I will see many after you descend as well. oh don't give me that hateful sneer, you more than anyone should know the expanse of my kindness, but vain little heroes are but villians in different shoes. you grew up wishing to prove yourself, you were good once, or I thought you were. maybe you were born nasty. you strove to reach the stars, for you felt unworthy, ha, perhaps you were onto something you pushed those you saw as dirty into the dirt, face down in the name of righteousness. but one does not merely hate for hatred itself. all abhorrence stems from fear. you call yourself a savior to merely stomp on the ones beneath you. would you like a bitter truth? no one's beneath you, some just strike more worry into your heart. are they better than you? as much as I'd adore saying yes, there might still be hope for you yet. after you swallow a few slices of humble pie, and wake up to reality. you cannot force anyone to change. you cannot force anyone to do anything. it is as simple as that. reality has very few set rules and somehow even then people find a way to break them. you're not a god, little beast. it's time you stopped acting like one, for one day a real god will smite you where you stand, and they will be disguised as the "lesser" people you mock so bitterly.

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