#c. matthias

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @matthiasxaless

Jesse had been acting so odd since they had gotten there, a lot more- chipper than usual. They had been waiting in line at the love tunnel when Jesse had slipped away to grab them drinks and she was getting antsy the closer she got to being next and he still hadn't returned before cerulean irises landed on a familiar face and she quickly turned away, golden locks falling over her shoulder in attempts to hide her features from view and she quickly moved herself forward and into the empty boat before a frame was seated beside her and she cursed silently beneath her breath. "Sorry uh seats taken," Skyla mused, gaze refusing to find the male beside her.

[incorrect-quotes-lobby]

(when a child starts crying in public)

Jesper: *tries to make the child laugh* Wylan: *tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down* Inej: *gives detailed instructions to the parents* Nina: *cries with the child* Matthias: *ignores the child* Kaz: *is the reason why the child is crying*

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

stop calling c//a an enemies to lovers trope challenge. it's an abuser x victim relationship.

[slanky-here]

Been playing through 3Hopes atm… Finished rawdogging Chp5 Green Ally dialogue for Rancid Gautier Man and am on Chp7 of Azure Gleam

Ngl I really love how Hopes has way more Fodlani NPCs who are just guys in your army and you can hear their opinions about the current events of the game…

Recent example are two camp NPCs in Chp7; one NPC calls Dimitri stupid for returning to Fhirdiad while a priestess NPC worries about Rhea’s wellbeing in Camulus

I also love that in battle, when you defeat enemy forces - they have defeat dialogue ranging from ‘aw fuck I lost this sucks :(‘, ‘oh god I can never show my face to my comrades’ or ‘you’ll pay for this!! but also I don’t wanna die so I’ll run like a little bitch’

The world feels so much more alive and that it exists beyond just the named characters

[vubree]

para aubree es desconcertante la manera en que matthias habla de su eterna permanencia en el pueblo como una virtud. lo observa, muda mientras lo deja hablar y, siendo honesta, no ni siquiera cómo explicarle lo que se siente, si esta enfadada, triste o resignada. "lo haces sonar como si debiera ponerlo en mi currículo" con el mismo tono que alguien diría gracias, pero realmente no gracias "pero tu le agradas a la gente, matthias, las personas confían en ti" ella que ni siquiera ha podido mantener la amistad de las personas que conoce desde el jardín de niños, su tan evidente incompetencia social "tu no creciste aquí, pero es casi como- como si siempre hubieras estado aquí" en ocasiones sucede, en los almuerzos familiares, gira hacía él para preguntarle si recuerda aquel suceso de aquellas vacaciones de verano solo para darse cuenta que era momentos previos a su llegada, matthias se infiltraba en sus memorias por el mero hecho de sus una persona admire, eso cree. "es muy capitán america de tu parte" lo que quiera decir es que le parece un persona noble, de moral. se le escapa una suave risa, no de maldad, pero de cariño. "recuerdo que me gustaba jugar a atrapar los colores con las manos con los otros niños" un poco más recuerda las imagines, eventos bíblicos, de esos que te recuerdan que debes ser una persona correcta y apropiada. le parece que ha escuchado esa historia antes, no de él, pero en voz de su madre, alguna vez, cuando tomaba vino de más antes del almuerzo y ella trababa de consolarla por algo que en ese entonces no lograba comprender del todo. "¿extrañas tu vida anterior?" otra vez esa latente curiosidad, de esas cosas que siempre quiso preguntarle, aunque nunca tuvo la valentía para hacerlo hasta ese momento. "solo pienso que también hay cosas que es preferible dejar en el pasado" permite que un suspiro le deje los pulmones sin oxigeno, supone que ese un defecto de los soñadores idealistas, un defecto de ella. no todo merece un monumento y quizá la inexistencia le serviría a su padre para enfocar la mente en otras cosas, cosas que importen. "aunque, si es realmente necesario, creo que este lugar sería perfecto para un jardín" o es solo que le gustan los jardines y su simbolismo, un sitio donde crece vida. "¿también tienes talentos para la clarividencia?" no estaría sorprendida, nunca se sorprender cuando matthias resulta talentoso en algo, ya no. "¿piensas que alan brown es un mala persona, que le hizo daño a-?" pero el resto de que interrogante se queda flotando en el ambiente de manera espesa y horriblemente evidente. aubree se da cuenta de que en realidad no quiere hablar de ello. de cualquier forma, el humor merma al sentir el tacto, leve quejido que sale de sus labios y de pura broma, trata de apartarlo de un manotazo "oye, ¿qué estas haciendo?" palabras ahogadas entre risas. "me gusta tener una hermano mayor, y sé que papá es feliz de tenerte" el a pesar de todo que implícito. "además, tu realmente, no tienes la culpa de nada" .

"tú naciste aquí. siempre has sido parte de este lugar, las personas te han visto crecer. esas cosas siempre funcionan a tu favor," era esa confianza inherente la que jugaba en su contra, en especial cuando se trataba de un lugar tan pequeño como devil's marsh, en donde las mismas familias vivían ahí desde hacía décadas y pocas cosas cambiaban. era esa misma historia la que los volvía reticentes al cambio. además, aún recordaba cuando había llegado al pueblo, a sus 15 años y con deseos de renegar de todo y de todos, mucho más amargo de lo que era en la actualidad. "no queremos otra tragedia. en especial si puede evitarse," se encoge de hombres, respuesta es simple, como si fuese algo que tenía que decir, de esperarse de alguien que se dedicaba al bienestar humano. "me gustaban los vitrales que estaban detrás del altar, cómo proyectaban los colores en el suelo cuando amanecía, ¿lo recuerdas?" busca rememorar, volteando hacia donde sabía que se encontraba aquel sitio, ahora lleno de grafitis y de suciedad. ríe ligeramente cuando pregunta es lanzada hacia sí, negando un poco con su cabeza. "no... pero alguna vez pensé que me iba a dedicar a la restauración," tal vez, si su vida no hubiese dado un giro de 180 grados, lo hubiera hecho. "mi madre tenía varias galerías y era restauradora, siempre estuve rodeado de estas cosas cuando crecí. cuando fui a la universidad tomé un par de cursos también. así también puedo ayudar en el museo un poco, y comunicarme con los contratistas que quiere traer," explica razonamiento detrás de aquello, del por qué progenitor le encontraba utilidad, la finalidad de reparar su adorada iglesia. y él también lo ha visto, esa necesidad casi obsesiva de devolver a su antiguo estado aquel edificio, la de ser un mecenas de la comunidad religiosa... él también sabe de culpas, y el comportamiento se le hace demasiado familiar. no arranca reacción notoria de facciones, mientras vuelve atención a la más joven. "imagino que tiene sus razones," comenta con aquella usual tranquilidad en la grave voz. "pero podrían hacer algo con los restos... crear algo nuevo, ¿no crees? una especie de homenaje a la antigua construcción," aunque está casi seguro que su padre no lo aceptaría de esa manera, de jugar con una arquitectura más moderna para remplazar su querida iglesia. no lo menciona tampoco. "mhm... lo de alan brown me da mala espina. llámale un sexto sentido, si quieres," o que, tal vez, había visto suficientes casos bizarros en el hospital como para pensar que había algo raro detrás de todo, que no se trataba de algo usual. "no nos queremos arriesgar de todas formas," agrega con una pequeña sonrisa que le regala a aubree, llevando diestra a su cabello y otorgando sutil caricia reconfortante, casi un cariñoso. "es lo menos que puedo hacer. no debió ser fácil... irrumpir en la familia, tener que acostumbrarte a tener un hermano mayor."

[wisheswagered]

Frederick has always been someone easily swayed by paranoia and distrust. Sometimes, his suspicions fall into the realm of the irrational - which he can usually recognize using reason and common sense, but those things are never enough to fully convince him that he's wrong for keeping his distance or putting up his guard.

Today is no different. Though in this case, it's difficult to tell if he's truly being unreasonable or not... Usually, Frederick tries to at least keep up a polite enough demeanor to prevent unpleasant rumors from spreading, and to keep up his reputation, however fragile it may be, in the eyes of the public. But in a place like this, it doesn't feel like that particularly matters anymore. Perhaps his companion feels the same way.

"If you've got something to say, then please, go ahead." Frederick's voice somehow manages to be both soft and sharp at once, creating a distinctly disdainful tone that could just barely be denied if it were to be challenged.

"...Well? I'm listening."

@lumoire ( starter for richard or matthias! )

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[cremebrulee666]

i just read six of crows and crooked kingdom and wtf why did they have to take shadow and bone off netflix 🥲🥲🥲 like i heard shadow and bone is really boring so i was like omg they have a show i can watch it as an alternative but the universe just hates me wtf. i might just make myself read king of scars for i want to know what happens next. also all the ships are so cute like i cant find any flaws. esp wesper imo

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @matthiasxaless

First Marni and now Matthias, something was definitely off here but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Why are you being so freakishly nice," Darcy questioned, brows furrowing in the male's direction. "To literally everybody. You're starting to freak me out, dude."

[allthatglxtters]

@sunshiinefades || For Nina

Regaining his memories and finding himself not in Hellgate had come as a shock. A relief, but still a rather large adjustment. He had a life here, something peaceful entirely apart from being drüskelle or the war. A dog, a home. But the hurts of the past were back, his conflicted feelings for Nina needing to be wrestled with even here. Which should've prepared him to walk into the closest bar and the first person he sees being Nina. He hated how fast his heart beat just seeing her again, part of him not past the betrayal that had sent him to prison, but the rational part of him understanding why. He'd accepted he loved her, was ready to run with her, and that security had just as quickly been ripped from him. He realized he was staring too long when their eyes met, Matthias frozen with indecision before breaking the eye contact and continuing on his path to the bar, finding a stool and ordering a drink.

[aliciaclarkwrites]

teddy/ty + ⚡

⚡️an angry text.

MATTHIAS: why would you do this to me, man?

MATTHIAS: you fucking knew how i felt about him.

MATTHIAS: you must have. everyone fucking knows.

MATTHIAS: didn’t you used to be my friend?

[wintcrstcrfall]

@evcrlasting continuing from here

The best things in life started when not planned, and the moment he'd whispered that he loved her was the perfect example. No matter if a twisted part of him still thought it to be wrong, Matthias no more wanted to battle with himself. There was no reason to hide his true feelings, no reason to pretend that he'd ever stopped loving her, when it was clear that she had been the one for him since the moment they met. So, naturally, seeing her so distraught brought out the protector in him. Whatever Flo needed, he was ready to give to her. Anything, really. "Don't worry about my shirt. Ruin as many as you want." His lips whispered it all pressed to her hair as his arms wrapped tightly around her trembling body. Hearing that she loved him too was the highlight of his week, month, even year. After everything he'd put her through, Matt hadn't expected that she would still love him back. Because one thing was certain, he didn't deserve it.

[vubree]

otorga un asentimiento taciturno, ella no logra sonreír. "no es eso, lo decía por si- te sentías triste o abrumado" de matthias no esperaba un llanto incontrolable o golpes de pecho. supone, solo ha querido cuidar de él también. "me preocupa que- no sé, que estés acostumbrado a todo eso" que le parece terrible y un poco admirable, la quietud de su expresión, la tranquilidad que transmite. "no he podido dormir bien últimamente, matthias" aprovecha peinarse le cabello con los dedos para desenfocar la mirada de él, recuerda, cuando él llego a devil's marsh, en ocasiones, ella seguía sufriendo de terrores nocturnos, aunque le avergonzaba admitirlo, así como ahora "no puedo dejar de pensar que- algo realmente malo va a suceder" .

"estoy calmado," responde sin prisa, volviendo su atención a la más joven, incluso dedicándole una discreta sonrisa. "¿no parece que lo esté?" que poco conocía al difunto, y tampoco era como que fuese ajeno a una muerte prematura. nunca era algo lindo con lo que lidiar, si era sincero, de las peores cosas de su profesión. "¿cómo estás tú?"

[lemuseum]

[wisheswagered]

Tracy finds Matthias' puppets fascinating. Unlike her inventions, they're not made of metal and machinery but wood and string, yet they seem to manage to spring to life all the same, in a way that she finds impresses her as a fellow inventor. Of course, they don't hold nearly the same appeal to her as the things made of cogs and clockwork, but in spite of what others think of her, Tracy can appreciate other things in life too, sometimes.

The man himself, though... what should she think of Matthias? He comes across as gloomy and pessimistic, which doesn't bother her, but doesn't particularly capture her interest either. At least, it didn't. Nowadays, Tracy has slowly started to appreciate the different quirks and natures of those who show up in the manor, if only because of what they provide - distraction, fresh perspectives, and when she's lucky, an ally to rely on.

"Were you curious about my doll?" she asks one day, sounding nonchalant, but with a gaze that borders on intense. That's no different from how she usually looks, though. "You can ask about it, if you want. I'm happy to answer any questions."

@lumoire ( starter for matthias! )

[wylanpersnalreadingboy]

Wylan: I have a plan.

Matthias: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it.

Wylan: …

Matthias: …

Wylan: I no longer have a plan.